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<entry><title>Dream Log: February 13, 2004 (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Dream+Log%253A+February+13%252C+2004"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Dream+Log%253A+February+13%252C+2004</id><author><name>Loinen</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen</uri></author><published>2004-02-13T11:54:40Z</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:54:40Z</updated>
<content type="html">Me, dad, mum and a dog called Rino were in a big &lt;a href=&quot;/title/garden&quot;&gt;garden&lt;/a&gt;. There were also many white &lt;a href=&quot;/title/pigeon&quot;&gt;pigeon&lt;/a&gt;s and few ducks there and Rino was chasing them. For my great surprise the pigeons did not flee although Rino was after them and actually bited few of them. Some one even shot them with a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/shotgun&quot;&gt;shotgun&lt;/a&gt; but they just stayed calm. &lt;p&gt;
Me and dad walked around a bit and we were amazed by a branch of tree which had caught and strangled one pigeon which stand, or rather &quot;fly still&quot;. It didn't move at all without any sign of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/resistance&quot;&gt;resistance&lt;/a&gt; - yet it was perfectly alive. Few pigeons flew by but then some tiny little clouds appeared; clouds that took the pigeons back into to garden and ground. When taking a closer look, it appeared that they were not actually clouds at all - they were materialized &lt;a href=&quot;/title/whispers+of+wind&quot;&gt;whispers of wind&lt;/a&gt;! And they came from the garden, just from the place we walked away a minute ago. We took a look there tracing the whispers of wind back and it was &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Saint+Peter&quot;&gt;Saint Peter&lt;/a&gt;! who was behind all of this. It was some kind of magical&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Dream Log: July 8, 2003 (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Dream+Log%253A+July+8%252C+2003"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Dream+Log%253A+July+8%252C+2003</id><author><name>Loinen</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen</uri></author><published>2003-07-08T07:44:00Z</published><updated>2003-07-08T07:44:00Z</updated>
<content type="html">The dream features me and my friend (not a real person) with no one else but &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Karl+Marx&quot;&gt;Karl Marx&lt;/a&gt; in the same room in my house (not a real house of mine). Marx is furious for an old bloke who had told us few ruthless facts. The geezer Marx grew to hate so fast is not in the room but we are expecting him to appear at any minute. Marx takes a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/pistol&quot;&gt;pistol&lt;/a&gt; and stomps around and shots a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/random+man&quot;&gt;random man&lt;/a&gt; who comes into the room. Right after that the dead man's child comes into the room and starts crying. Karl cannot handle the wee one crying and shots him too, leaving the child dead. My friend looks out of the window and says that the old fart is coming. We shut the lights, Marx puts the pistol on the table and becomes extremely tense.&lt;p&gt;
The old man comes in. Marx grabs for the pistol but takes accidentally a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/remote+control&quot;&gt;remote control&lt;/a&gt; instead. I make some awkward gestures to make Karl to notice that he has a wrong device in his hand. He wants to kill and it's far easier with a gun than with a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/cd-player&quot;&gt;cd-player&lt;/a&gt;. Karl pushes the button and&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Red or Blue Pill (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Red+or+Blue+Pill"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Red+or+Blue+Pill</id><author><name>Loinen</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen</uri></author><published>2003-05-05T22:01:09Z</published><updated>2003-05-05T22:01:09Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I'll take the blue pill that looks red&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Dear fellow &lt;a href=&quot;/title/anarchist&quot;&gt;anarchist&lt;/a&gt; noders,&lt;br&gt;
I hate to say &quot;anarchists&quot; but unfortunately most &lt;a href=&quot;/title/red+pill&quot;&gt;red pill&lt;/a&gt; takers think that applies. I'm afraid the color is not quite what you think. Remember, when you ate it you were, that's right, in the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Matrix&quot;&gt;Matrix&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;p&gt;
Let's take a clip:&lt;br&gt;
&quot;Is 'The Matrix' really just a metaphor for the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/pop-culture&quot;&gt;pop-culture&lt;/a&gt; society that the modern day &lt;a href=&quot;/title/mega-corporation&quot;&gt;mega-corporation&lt;/a&gt;s have created for us? Most of us all blindly live about our mediocre lives, oblivious that the corporations are just &lt;a href=&quot;/title/marketing&quot;&gt;marketing&lt;/a&gt; us dry. They are presenting to us all sorts of enhanced imagery to influence how we should look and behave, and we follow like sheep, making their fantasy into reality - except that this reality isn't *real*.&quot;
&lt;p&gt;
We have learned our phrases to answer the question:&lt;br&gt;
&quot;This references back to my node 'We are in The Matrix'. It means that I am opting-out of the popular culture created by the marketing departments of large corporations, and&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Dream Log: March 7, 2003 (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Dream+Log%253A+March+7%252C+2003"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Dream+Log%253A+March+7%252C+2003</id><author><name>Loinen</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen</uri></author><published>2003-03-07T14:20:16Z</published><updated>2003-03-07T14:20:16Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Liverpool+FC&quot;&gt;Liverpool FC&lt;/a&gt; was playing in India, Indonesia or somewhere &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Far+East&quot;&gt;Far East&lt;/a&gt;. They played against local amateurs but the latter struggled well. You may expect that Liverpool would have marched over them in no time but actually it was Liverpool's &lt;a href=&quot;/title/goalkeeper&quot;&gt;goalkeeper&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Jerzy+Dudek&quot;&gt;Jerzy Dudek&lt;/a&gt; who had a lot of work to between the posts. &lt;p&gt;
At some stage I replaced Dudek and soon after there was some sort of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/riot&quot;&gt;riot&lt;/a&gt; among the fans. Soon the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/pitch&quot;&gt;pitch&lt;/a&gt; was full of Indonesians running all wild. One short guy grapped my arm and made me walk towards a parking lot. I shook him off but he grapped my arm again. He also said: &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/al-Qaeda&quot;&gt;al-Qaeda&lt;/a&gt;&quot; meaning that he tried to kidnap me in the name of mentioned organization. Of course, I was frightened by that and for a good reason because I knew they had kidnapped few &lt;a href=&quot;/title/goalie&quot;&gt;goalie&lt;/a&gt;s before. Fortunately he was much weaker than me but it was difficult to get away because there was a total &lt;a href=&quot;/title/chaos&quot;&gt;chaos&lt;/a&gt; on the pitch thanks to all mad fans.&lt;p&gt;
I tried to run away only to find Vuoristo-Vöötsi, a neighbour of my youth, who&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Lilja 4-ever (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Lilja+4-ever"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Lilja+4-ever</id><author><name>Loinen</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen</uri></author><published>2003-02-24T22:09:01Z</published><updated>2003-02-24T22:09:01Z</updated>
<content type="html">Warning: No &lt;a href=&quot;/title/happy+ending&quot;&gt;happy ending&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Lukas+Moodysson&quot;&gt;Lukas Moodysson&lt;/a&gt; made hugely successful &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Fucking+%25C5m%25E5l&quot;&gt;Fucking Åmål&lt;/a&gt; followed by funny &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Tillsammans&quot;&gt;Tillsammans&lt;/a&gt;. Lilja 4-ever is nothing like those two. Maybe irritated by the fact that Tillsammans was actually a sort of tragedy of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/hippie&quot;&gt;hippie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/idealism&quot;&gt;idealism&lt;/a&gt; Moodysson doesn't allow misreading this time. The plotline goes &lt;a href=&quot;/title/from+bad+to+worse&quot;&gt;from bad to worse&lt;/a&gt; without a smirk of smile in the face. You may say it doesn't matter that much if there is a happy ending or not. After Lilja 4-ever you're likely to think differently.&lt;p&gt;
16 yo. Lilja (Oksana Akinsjina, 15, who does good job) lives somewhere in &lt;a href=&quot;/title/post-Soviet&quot;&gt;post-Soviet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Russia&quot;&gt;Russia&lt;/a&gt;. Life's far from great but every time you think this is the worst there can be something even nastier is bound to happend: a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/basketball&quot;&gt;basketball&lt;/a&gt; is blown up, Lilja's best friend lies she's a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/prostitute&quot;&gt;prostitute&lt;/a&gt; and after a while Lilja really falls into &lt;a href=&quot;/title/prostitution&quot;&gt;prostitution&lt;/a&gt;. Lilja's mum abandons her daughter and a sniff of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/glue&quot;&gt;glue&lt;/a&gt; is really the best thing there is and that's, well, that's just glue! &lt;p&gt;
After Lilja is beaten up&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Risks in media (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Risks+in+media"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen/writeups/Risks+in+media</id><author><name>Loinen</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Loinen</uri></author><published>2002-12-09T10:36:07Z</published><updated>2002-12-09T10:36:07Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;small&gt;The following text is based on my &lt;a href=&quot;/title/MSc&quot;&gt;MSc&lt;/a&gt; project Risk Communication on &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Electromagnetic+Fields&quot;&gt;Electromagnetic Fields&lt;/a&gt;. The text can be understood as a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/case+study&quot;&gt;case study&lt;/a&gt; of the topic.&lt;/small&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Risk+communication&quot;&gt;Risk communication&lt;/a&gt; plays a major role in &lt;a href=&quot;/title/risk+management&quot;&gt;risk management&lt;/a&gt;. That is why it is important to be aware what people think about certain risks and how they are informed. Risk communication is defined as the purposeful exchange of information about the existence, nature, form, severity, or &lt;a href=&quot;/title/acceptability+of+risks&quot;&gt;acceptability of risks&lt;/a&gt;. The risks are not accepted according strictly to their hazardous potential. People's &lt;a href=&quot;/title/cultural+background&quot;&gt;cultural background&lt;/a&gt; and presumed advantages have a great impact on the acceptability of risks. The &lt;a href=&quot;/title/media&quot;&gt;media&lt;/a&gt; that communicates the message to the public has a great influence on people's &lt;a href=&quot;/title/risk+perceptions&quot;&gt;risk perception&lt;/a&gt;. Some previous studies showed that is more like &lt;a href=&quot;/title/public+outrage&quot;&gt;public outrage&lt;/a&gt; than a risk per se that describes the content of articles.
&lt;p&gt;
Our aim was to study risk communication in press. We have studied Finnish newspapers over a seven&amp;hellip;</content>
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