Sweaty. Naked. Drunk.

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Sitting the bus yesterday morning, I was trying to get 10 more minutes of sleep before work when the bus came to a stop and I could hear the driver's radio playing Sade's Your Love is King which then segued into a Boy George song. It's strange how music from the early 80s, when I was in university, remains so vivid and how it evokes not just the memory of what I was doing back then, but the feeling as well. I had a terrifying rush of nostalgia and that heady feeling of a life filled with possibilities ahead of me. And then grim reality crushed the reverie and I realised I was on a noisy bus in the middle of cold, dark winter in a strange country heading to work at an hour well before I would have ever gone to classes and thought that not even in my most hallucinogenic moments would I have ever imagined that I would find myself here. Life is always full of unexpected surprises.

Penkkarit was yesterday and had I not been feeling so tired and crappy from the flu I would have gone down to Kaivopuisto with a 12-pack of Karhu and my camera and taken photos of the kids having a great time. My colleagues at work wondered if I would actually be able to get a ride on one of the trucks, but with a bunch of beer I'd probably have my choice of trucks to hitch a ride on. Next year. :)

We also had a 'drink all the booze so we don't have to move it to the new building' party yesterday evening in an underground entertainment suite at the office which closely resembled a very well equipped Finnish apocalyptic bunker - lots of beer, sauna and disco. I contemplated the option of going to the sauna with my female colleagues, as it was part of the festivities, but I thought that if getting totally drunk with coworkers is best avoided [something I've learned the hard way a few times :)], then getting drunk and naked is totally off the charts. Of course, getting blasted, naked and sweaty with colleagues is a cherished tradition in Finland. It may be a few years before I acculturate that particular bit.

Deep thought for the day - if corporations can outsource labour then why not outsource meetings as well? And buddhabrot is one of the coolest mandelbrot applications ever.