An older man laid down on his bed. He suffered from the heat of
summer in the old hospital that missed the air-condition. The pavement
went just along the side of the wooden house, and voices from the street
came indoors to the first floor where the man spent the last moments of
his life. This evening was a more restless night than usual because of Midsummer eve.
Now and then, some people stopped under the window and changed news.
Nurses went immediately to the window and asked people to leave because
they were disturbing the palliative care patients. The older man was
alone in the room and didn’t get annoyed when he heard people’s voices.
They made him forget his situation, but he didn’t forbid nurses to do
their job.
Around nine p.m., some youngsters parked under the window. One of
them has a guitar, and he or she played it well. Again one of the nurses
ran to the window to make people away. Then the older man said:
”Let them be there. Youngster’s talk makes me feel happy.”
The nurse was uncertain. The patient’s wish was odd, and she was
afraid of getting reproaches from the chief nurse if she is let people
make noises outdoors. She went out of the room to consult her boss. She
was surprised when Mrs. Clayton said: ”You can fulfill the man’s wish
because he is alone in the room, and upstairs is also empty.”
When she got back to the patient room, the youngster has become
louder, but Mr. Smith was smiling. The nurse, Mrs. Kind, informed his
patient what Clayton told her. The evening went on, and the youngsters
were singing now—some reason they like to sing old folk songs from the
sixties. When the nurse Kind came to see him at ten o’clock, he asked:
”Could you ask them to sing Bob Dylan’s song from the sixties?” She did what the patient asked.
At eleven o’clock, when she came to see Mr. Smith once more, she
heard the youngsters were singing ”Blowing in the wind.” The older man
has a smiling face and teardrop on his cheek. Mrs. Kind didn’t feel the
pulse on her patient’s warm wrist. She walked to the window and said:
”Thank you.”
The young people looked surprised, and the guitar player said:
Selaillessani vanhoja muistiinpanojani vastaan tuli Lita på din arm
–runo. Käänsin sen englanniksi, joten julkaisen nyt alkuperäisen runon
ja englanninnoksen tässä yhdessä.
Tähtisateenvarjon alla. Esperantoversio miellyttää minua, mutta sen
kielen kanssa olen täysi noviisi, joten minulla ei ole varmuutta, onko
lopputulos esperanton sääntöjen sisällä. Laitan nämä kaksi versiota nyt
tänne ja kun saan lisätietoa korjaan mahdolliset virheet.
Tekstittömään korttipohjaan voit lisätä omat kuviosi ja viestin. Hyvä ilmainen kuvankäsittelyohjelma on PhotoScape X, joka toimii niin Windows kuin Mac -koneissa.
Happy Valentines Day to everyone!
YR
PS The attached card is free for private use. You can add your patterns and message to the text-free card template. An excellent free image editor is PhotoScape X for Windows and Mac.
Note:
All links are to English written forums except Suomen Esperantoliitto ry, but Esperanto USA link immediately below that link.
Olen ensimmäisen kerran sitten vuoden 2016 jälkeen katsellut vähän
esperanton saloja. Tuolloin homma jäi vain lyhyeksi kokeiluksi, mutta
ehkä nyt on toisin. Ainakin parin viikon kokemuksen jälkeen ajattelen
edelleen, että tämä kielivaihtoehto sopinee minulle. (Tietäen luonteeni
näin ei välttämättä ole enää kuukauden tai kahden kuluttua. Katsotaan.)
Esperanto on suunnitelmakieli, jonka loi jo 1800 -luvun lopulla puolalainen silmälääkäri Ludwik Zamenhof.
Sen kieliopissa ei ole poikkeuksia. Sen sanajohdokset ovat
yksinkertaisia ja helppo painaa mieleen. Sanasto on johdettu
germaanisten, romaanisten ja slaavilaisten kielten sanoista.
Kun olen seurannut internetfoorumeissa käytyä keskustelua, yhdeksi
ongelmaksi on mainittu kuusi esperanton hattupäistä kirjainta, jotka
ovat ĉ, ĝ, ĥ, ĵ, ŝ, ŭ. Niiden kirjoittaminen Windowsissa on lukemani perusteella vaikeaa. Löysin kuitenkin pienen ilmaisen ohjelman nimeltä Tajpi – Esperanto Keyboard, joka toimii Windows 10:ssä. Asentamisen jälkeen se pitää konfiguroida, ks. kuva alla
Yllä olevassa kuvassa mainitut näppäimet toimivat yhdysvaltaisen
näppäimistön kanssa Sellaisen asentaminen ei Windows 10:ssä ei ole
vaikeaa. Kun haluat, saada esimerkiksi tavallisen y-kirjaimen, painan
ensin alas AltGR –näppäintä,ja saat tavallisen y-kirjaimen.
Kun sitten haluaa kirjoittaa ajatuksiaan esperantoksi, on ensin
otettava yhdysvaltalainen näppäimistö käyttöön ja sitten on aktivoitava
Tajpi. Kirjoittamiseen paras ohjelma on LibreOffice, johon saa esperanton oikolukulisäosan. Ainakin minulla oli ongelmia, jos en ennen LibreOffice Writerin
avaamista ottanut käyttöön yhdysvaltalaista näppäimistöä ja aktivoinut
Tajpi -näppäimiä. Lisäksi tämä oli tehtävä tässä järjestyksessä. Kun
avasin ensin Writerin, esperanton oikoluku piti valita joka rivisiirron
jälkeen uudelleen.
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Vuonna 2016 kirjoitin alla olevan runon “Reverse Side”, jonka Suomen Esperantoliiton puheenjohtaja Tuomo Grundström käänsi.
Katsoin juuri televisiodokumentin tekoälystä ja sen mahdollisista
vaaroista. Ohjelman tekijöiden mielestä ihmisten tarkkaileminen ja
manipulointi ovat hälyttäviä ilmiöitä. Tätä taustaa vasten tarkasteltuna
”Kulutuksen vanki” -runoni sai uutta ulottuvuutta. Sen lisäksi, että
algoritmit ohjaavat meidän kulutustamme, olemme olleet kulutusrobotteja
jo ennen tietotekniikan vallankumousta.
Runo kuvaa sitä, kuinka tämä ohjailu repii sielua, mutta mitä
vaihtoehtoja ihmisellä on toimia, jos et omista maata ja voi sitä
viljellä. Metsään ei niin vaan mennä erakoksi, kun sen omistaa
yksityinen ihminen tai sitten se on valtion metsää, jolle on säädetty
muut käyttötarkoitukset kuin oravanpyörästä hyppääminen.
I just watched a television documentary about artificial intelligence
and its potential dangers. The authors of the program consider the
observation and manipulation of people to be alarming phenomena. Against
this background, my ”Prisoner of Consumption” poem took on a new
dimension. In addition to the fact that algorithms control our
consumption, we have been consuming robots before the information
technology revolution.
The poem describes how this maneuver tears the soul and what options
you have, mostly if you do not own the land and cultivate it. The
landless human being can’t go into the forest as a hermit when a private
person or state owns it.
The day before yesterday, I was down by the blue riverside and didn’t know how to pull myself together. Finally, I prayed that Lord relieved me from the pain that was tearing me into pieces. I fell asleep without getting any help. After a while, I waked up because I felt that a bird was singing in my room. It was on the window ledge, but the window was open. I peeped behind the curtain, and I saw a little sparrow who sang from the bottom of its heart. It was slightly downy so that it has stared its first summer and everything was new for it. I knocked the window gently to get its attention, but it didn’t respond. When I added the volume, it almost fell from the ledge before it flew away. I managed to snap many pictures but only reached its back.
This incident helped me, but only a moment. The dark clouds started to gather around me again. I crept back to my bed even it was sunny noon. I was on the twilight light zone when I heard a muffled bump. “Too heavy approaching,” I smiled and checked that everything was all right. Yes, my savior from heaven sat again on the window ledge and perhaps thought: “What was that. I didn’t see anything”. I dressed and went out, saying to myself: “If that small creature has the strength to move on, I can’t be worse.”
When I was a little boy, I liked to sit in the forest
And looking at how the wind lulled the leaves,
And grass and my reddish hair.
Soon I was sure that all living things breathed
in the same beat, and most of the times,
The harmony rules all beings of the earth.
I told my parents about this happiness
But they weren’t happy.
They worried that the child
isn’t healthy.
At the age of ten, I stood on the bus platform
And we watched how to thick smoke came
From the tailpipes of the vehicles.
I asked my friend would all that gas
Disappear in the air.
He laughed at me:
Of course, it will vanish.
His attitude insults me
And I added angrily:
If it didn’t, there should be
The hole in the sky
For it to go away,
But that whole
Is not possible,
Cause the air
Would die away.
On the sixth grade
I said to my teacher
Who looked down on her
Nose the animal kingdom,
That animals have feelings
And they even think.
The teacher of the biology
Commended me out of the class:
”You are disturbing the lesson.”
When I was at my middle ages
They started globalization.
I realized right away that it wouldn’t
Work in the long run,
But people considered
Me to be a pessimist.
Just now I see
How the virus cor20 and more
Is behind the corner, but nobody cares.
They are sure that everything is back normal
After some months or so.
The world doesn’t need any extra cautions.
I have been in two minds about publishing this poem. I know that
people won’t believe anything in time, but the reason for this poem can
be elsewhere. I let you decide what it might be. I deny the comments
this time because I have no patience to listen to how it wouldn’t be
time for U-turn to save humankind.
Always when someone is talking about the U-turn, the message is
argued against by saying that humankind can’t go backward. For them, I
reply that how many milliards years it is backward when the globe is not
surrounded by decent oxygen.
I upload this article here now in good time so
that people will be aware of it this Carol in English at this Xmas. The
annually Christmas Post Card will come later on.
Joulupuu on rakennettu -laulu on julkaistu vuonna
1876. Tuolloin vanha suomalainen kansanlaulu sai ensimmäiset
jälkipolville tutut sanansa, jotka kirjoitti kirkkoherra Gustaf Oskar Schöneman (1839 – 1894). Laulu oli osa Uusi Kuva Aapinen –kirjaa.
Säestykseni on tarkoituksella se perinteinen, jonka me kaikki
suomalaiset olemme koulussa kuulleet. Uskon, että näin säestys palvelee
parhaiten niitä, jotka haluavat laulaa säestyksen kanssa joko suomeksi
tai englanniksi.
You can enlarge The Music Sheet by opening it in New Tap.
Christmas Tree song (Joulupuu on rakennettu) is old Finnish folklore. It became a Christmas Carol in 1876 when Vicar Gustaf Oskar Schöneman (1839 – 1894) wrote words for it. Children have always liked the song. They want to sing it while dancing around the Christmas tree.
My accompaniment is very traditional, and I believe that it is the best option when you want to learn the song in English.
Песня рождественской елки (Joulupuu on rakennettu) – это старый
финский фольклор. Он стал рождественским гимном в 1876 году, когда
викарий Густав Оскар Шенеман (1839 – 1894) написал для него слова. Детям
всегда нравилась песня. Они хотят петь, танцуя вокруг елки.
PS Gustaf Oskar Schönemanin kirjailijanimi oli G. O. Schönemann. PPS Gustaf Oskar Schöneman’s pen name was G. O. Schönemann
I watched the TV report young people against climate change this weekend in Finland. Reporters interviewed some of them, and it revealed that their knowledge was limited. They shifted responsibility to decision-makers. On the other hand, some journalists seemed amused by the energy of the youngsters. Then there was this Swedish environmental activist, Greta Thunberg, who gave a fiery speech at the United Nations Climate Change Conference on 23 September 2019. He openly accused adult people partly with reason, but the accusation is no more than a charge, whereby the goal itself is buried under the finger of the index.
The world is in a position where everyone has to give up comfort and come up with constructive suggestions to bring about change. Moreover, these changes must begin immediately. For example, when detecting the harmfulness of private motoring, governments could adjust the dates for prohibiting private motoring. These and other similar decisions would get people used to what purer living means instead of blaming. In reality, very few people have to use a private car in Finland for business trips.
I wondered how goods are thrown into the trash when there is only one small broken particle. To reduce this, the European Union should develop standards defining standards for serial production parts. This way, all computer cases would be matched, all batteries would work on all similar devices, operating systems should work on all processors, so this incompatibility would not leave the devices in boxes or landfill. The ballpoint pen cartridges would fit into all pen cases, and the top and bottom of the pens would be standardized for twisted standards. These recyclables would create enormous jobs, and in the future would no longer necessarily sell whole equipment but only parts that a new profession would install. The consumer would not buy the device, but for a particular kind of overall service. As this increase in recycling would reduce manufacturers' income, they should be allowed to implement this change.
The governments should regulate Holiday tourism by setting a kilometer or emission limit for an individual. Buying these kilometers from other people must also be made impossible. Otherwise the poor would sell them to the better-paid ones. The need for such restrictions would be eliminated if the vehicles became pollution-free. The device manufacturers' promises of less polluting cars should not be taken as actions to slow down climate change. Global activity is almost criminal because it slows down and often also eliminates local production of services and products and recycling of parts.
While these suggestions may not be the best ones, they are a step in the right direction. Implementing change is the most challenging step in combating climate change. An action that everyone hates and accuses each other of taking more significant steps to combat practical steps. Sure, this is not a conscious activity, but in the face of change, emotions are on the surface so that excesses will come. Besides, an attack is the best defense. Now, however, the world is at the point that it cannot attack but merely defend the right of future generations to exist.
This writing started with a poem that marvels at human beings. It goes like this
PS Maybe one of the readers is wondering if that guy can afford to suggest more difficult things to people's lives. He/she is right in the sense that we all are destroying our nest here. Don't worry, yes, I love amenities and suffer the loss, but now we are in a situation where attitudes have to change.
The consumption virus
Please enlarge the picture by clicking it!
Do you know what this is?
It is a consumption virus that lives almost in every person's veins in the world. It hates everything that stops consumption and whispers to master animal's ear why people can't hold down consumption. One of its most persuasive arguments is that you can't go backward. In its view, increasing human resources is an absolute move into the Dark Ages. Even for the Stone Age, says the consumption virus.
Despite the efforts of responsible people, the impoverishment of the earth and the rape of the climate continue. The viruses tell to their disease carriers to call those environment activists as the modern-day destroyers. Every time the disease carrier manages to win the debate, the virus lays more eggs to master's cells. However, I wonder whose greed and thoughtlessness these creatures drink when people have disappeared from the planet. Perhaps then they are happy and sit on the top of the hill, saying, "We are the last to ride to the sunset."
The picture is an enlargement of the consumption virus.
PS Usually, viruses don't lay eggs, but these are weird.
