09 December 2025

My Daughter's Wedding, A Day I'll Never Forget


I’ve spent the last ten minutes struggling to start this post. It’s never this hard. What I wanted to write about was my daughter’s wedding on Friday. I hate it when people write or say: “there are no words.” There are, in fact, plenty of words the fact that you can’t find the right ones is on you not a function of the limits of the English language which is quite rich in words. So anyway, I can’t find the words. Yes, I know they’re out there but the proper ones are eluding me.
 

Friday was a day like no other that I’ve experienced in my time on this planet. A daughter’s wedding was a first. I was thrilled, I was humbled, I was excited, I was reflective. I was full of love.


The wedding ceremony was held in San Francisco’s magnificent city hall. Evidently there are lots of weddings taking place there everyday and at all times. We saw many happy couples with family and friends having many, many pictures taken. I swear I don’t recall ever being in such a happy place, it buoyed an already elevated mood. 


The ceremony was short and sweet and the — I’m assuming this what you call him — justice of the peace seemed a delightful little chap. One of my daughter’s friends is a professional photographer so in addition to all of us snapping happily with our smart phones there was someone who knew what she was doing. She clicked away.


Next we went to a restaurant about a twenty-minute walk from city hall. We had a table reserved and our own menu with the newlyweds’ names on it. The food was superb, the company even better. Yours truly gave the toast and it was heartfelt and well-received. 


I don’t remember being part of such a happy occasion. It was nice meeting the groom’s cousin and two good friends as it was to meet daughter’s best friend and her husband. My wife and older daughter I’ve met but I always delight in their company. 


I’m a proud papa. Daughter made an excellent choice. Her husband is a warm and kind man. He must have special qualities to win my daughter’s affection. We share a love of proper football (soccer to you Yanks) though root for rival teams. Younger daughter is an incredible young woman. I know fathers always say that but she is a person of great intelligence and wisdom beyond her years. During my toast I mentioned her courage. She has always been brave. One could argue that getting married is a true test of bravery. 


Marriages don’t always work out as is well-documented but this one stands a better chance than most. It starts with unconditional love and requires patience, understanding, flexibility and a good sense of humor. As best I can tell they're off to a good start. 


Four days later when I think of the wedding day there is still a warm happy glow. I’m still struggling for words to properly convey how I felt that day and how I feel today. Here are some that I know are apt: love, pride, joy, serenity, elation, happiness, reflection, wonder and gratitude. In some ways that last — gratitude — is perhaps the most important of all.


It has been said that to live in gratitude is the true key to happiness. I will be forever grateful for that day and for my family, including its latest addition.

07 December 2025

The Early Days of Berkeley’s Finntown, It Wasn’t All Kahvia Ja Pullaa -- My Finnish Independence Day Speech


Yesterday I gave a talk at the Finnish Hall in Berkeley as part of our celebration for Finnish Independence Day. The transcript is below. I was very pleased that it was well-received,

Hyvaa Suomi! As you all probably know Finland has been consistently ranked as the happiest country in the world. I’m assuming that Finns everywhere including you here today are happy. Raise a hand if you’re happy. Okay great, we’ll see how many of you are still happy after sitting through my speech. I’m not suggesting my talk is boring but you might want to have another  cup of coffee before I start.


Two Finns having a fist fight right in the middle of a Berkeley restaurant? Surely such a thing never happened. Well, it almost did on a November night in 1920. Antti Malinen and Reijo Pirjo were Finns who’d migrated to Berkeley at the beginning of the 20th century. Antti was 46 and Reijo 52. They were respected members of the Finnish community and were acquaintances. The two happened to be seated at nearby tables for a Saturday night dinner in a Berkeley eatery, both with their families. Apparently Antti overheard Reijo say that Finns should align themselves with Lenin and the Bolsheviks who were now in power in the new Soviet Union. Antti interjected his thoughts saying that Lenin and his kind were full of what Finns call paska. The two rose from their chairs and continued to debate the topic. Tempers flared. One of them, it’s not clear who, started to throw a punch but was restrained. “Alä tapele pojat,” someone is reported to have shouted. Ultimately both had to be held back. A passing policeman was called to the scene. He issued firm warnings that any further disturbance would lead to their arrest and they could continue their fight in a jail cell. The two calmed down, shook hands and resumed their meals keeping their voices low. Thus ended the Battle of Berkeley, the lone recorded instance of anything approaching violence between Red Finns and White Finns in this fair city. As we will see conflict continued for many more years but this was a cold war not a hot one.


But first let’s go back further in time.


Finns in the U.S. were identified for the first time in the 1900 census, which counted about 63,000 persons born in Finland.


A considerable majority of early Finnish immigrants tended towards the radical left in politics, many immediately became involved in labor unions and local politics. By 1913 there were 260 Finnish chapters of the socialist party in America with 13,847 members. 


Finns were treated far better than most immigrants, particularly people of color and non-Christians, the instances of discrimination against Finns tended to be because of Finns’ left-leaning politics. In 1918 Olli Kinkkonen a Finnish immigrant in Minnesota was tarred, feathered and lynched for renouncing his newly-gained U.S. citizenship which he did to avoid fighting in World War I, a war that he did not believe in. This was at the height of what little anti-Finnish sentiment that there ever was in the U.S. and it was mostly exclusive to the Midwest.


The Bay Area was one of several spots in the United States to which Finns emigrated.


In the late 1800s some of San Francisco’s Finns moved across the bay to Berkeley. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Berkeley was growing and workers were needed — especially in construction, which Finns excelled in. Because of its proximity to the bay, Finns settled in what was then called Ocean View now more familiarly known as WB. Once the seeds were planted a community was established here that attracted still more Finns. This community grew significantly as a result of the 1906 earthquake. The fires from that quake were particularly devastating to the neighborhood near the Embarcadero where a lot of Finns lived. So among those dispossessed by the quake were a significant number of Finns who in turn moved to Berkeley.


The first time Finns appeared on Berkeley’s voter registration roles in 1894 when there were seven. By 1900 there were 86 Finns listed on the census and that figured more than doubled after the Earthquake. By 1910 Berkeley had the third largest population of Finns in California trailing only SF and Eureka.


Soon West Berkeley, came to be known by locals as “Finntown.” Finntown was centered around the intersection of University and San Pablo Avenues with residents living on both sides of San Pablo. Some Finns lived further east just below and above Sacramento Avenue, as did my grandparents who lived on Sacramento between Rose and Cedar.


Finntown encompassed several Lutheran churches, saloons, cooperative grocery stores, and the the first Finnish Hall on 10th and Bristol Streets, which was built by the Finnish Comrades Association in 1909. Among the Association’s founders was Walter Mork, one of the Finns who moved to Berkeley after the earthquake. He went on to serve as a Berkeley city councilman, essentially representing Finntown, for 26 years. You heard from his grandson Fred earlier today. 


Political organizations used the hall, particularly socialist ones. Berkeley elected a socialist mayor, J. Stitt Wilson, in 1911. He held both a pre-election rally and post-election celebration in the 10th street Hall both of which drew approximately 800 people. The hall was soon not only being utilized by Finns but being rented to various local groups just as this Finn Hall is today. It gained particular notoriety for hosting political rallies and meetings, mostly for the left.


Meanwhile Berkeley Lodge 21 was founded by nine men on May 14, 1911 as a mutual aid society for its members. In those days, lodges existed throughout California and to the north into Canada, to help Finns start their new lives in America and enjoy the community of fellow Finns. A women’s lodge was founded two years later, with the two lodges merging to form lodge 21 in 1915, as its name suggests, the 21st lodge to join this umbrella organization, it soon became the second largest. Of course the lodge was headquartered and held its events in the Hall on 10th street.


As a mutual benefit society, the Lodge provided sickness and burial benefits for its members, helped them find jobs, homes, get insurance policies and improve their English. But it had an equally if not more important role in the social and cultural life of Finns. Activities included stage plays, concerts, dances, an orchestra, choruses, a lending library and movies. Many friendships were made through lodge activities and the lodge served as a Tinder of its time for single Finns.


There was also a Finnish band of about 25 players. They performed at a variety of events throughout Berkeley though, being known as the Socialist Party Band, their primary focus was playing at political rallies and events. They gave open air concerts throughout the summer in the teens and twenties.


Through the first half of the 20th century, Finns were visible at a variety of city events including July 4th picnic and parades where they had a float along with flag bearers carrying the Finnish and US flags and the band performing. Finnish women’s groups also contributed to war efforts for both world wars by raising money for the red cross through coffee and cake sales, rummage sales and the like, women also knitted socks and sweaters for soldiers. Needless to say Berkeley Finns raised funds in various ways to support their countrymen during and after the Winter War and the continuation war that followed.


The Russian Revolution and the rise of Bolshevism in 1917 caused a major split among leftists worldwide — including Finnish immigrants and as earlier suggested even those right here in Berkeley. When the Czar was overthrown and executed, Finland technically became independent from Russia. Lenin allowed this independence, likely believing that Finnish Bolsheviks would soon seize power. To make a long story short, he was wrong.


Finnish socialists in the United States were likewise divided: moderate democratic socialists remained loyal to the Socialist Party, while radical leftists and communists broke away to join or support the Communist Party USA.


The radical elements retained control of the Finnish Hall on tenth street.


Because of the rift the Lodge had started holding more and more of their events at other venues besides the Hall. Eventually this led to the construction of a new Finnish Brotherhood Hall. This one where we gather today. Toveri Tupa began being referred to as the Red Finn Hall.


The cornerstone of this Finnish Hall here at 1970 Chestnut Street was laid on October 9, 1932, on land donated by the afore-mentioned Walter Mork. The building of the hall was commissioned by Lodge 21 as its meeting, cultural and recreational facility. Construction was completed by the end of 1932, mostly by the labor of its members, including, I’m proud to say, my grandfather. The hall’s grand opening was marked by a three-day festival on Dec. 30 and 31 and Jan 1, 1933. The festivities included an inaugural program, an all-night New Year’s Eve dance organized by its younger members, and a stage play on New Year’s Day.


Lodge 21 attached itself to the new Finnish Hall which immediately drew most of the traffic that had been going to the older hall. In its 1934 constitution the lodge specified in article 2 section 3 that “this association shall be impartial and shall not take up for discussion any question of political, partisan or religious nature.” In other words politics were out. Meanwhile the “red hall” still concerned itself with political issues however while it was the site of many events and to be a going concern for decades more, it began to host less and less activity and it’s membership and influence dwindled.


When I was growing up in the 50s and 60s — that’s the NINETEEN 50s and 60s —there were very few socialist or communist Finns in the area — it was, after all, the height of the Cold War — and Finns had moved from socialism closer to the mainstream of American politics, it seemed the entire Finnish American community was solidly Democrat. I remember my father’s contempt for the one Finn he knew of who voted Republican. As for what was not known as the Red Hall, well it was not spoken of in my family for many Berkeley Finns it was a taboo subject.


If you lived in Berkeley in the first seventy years of the last century you almost certainly knew a Finn, if not several. It never struck anyone as unusual to meet a first or second generation Finn in Berkeley. We were everywhere though especially in the construction business, like my grandfather, dad, brother and uncle. If you went by a construction site in Berkeley chances were there was a Finn working there if not a whole crew of them. Finns were also ubiquitous at the Berkeley wharf, often taking off for or returning from a fishing trip or just hanging out seeing how the fishing had been that day. 


Skimming through Berkeley High or any of the junior high yearbooks from the ‘20s through ‘60s you’ll find anywhere from a handful to a dozen Finnish last names. Searching through the Berkeley Gazette one is constantly coming across references to Finnish activities at the Hall or individual Finns involved in schools, sports or businesses often doing volunteer work. Finns were a positive influence in Berkeley given their willingness and desire to help out with everything from school functions to scout troops to sports teams. Meanwhile prominent Finns who visited the Bay Area whether performers, diplomats, professors, athletes or politicians usually came through Berkeley to speak at the Finnish Hall. As recently as the early 1970s the great Finnish track star Lasse Viren who won Olympic gold in the 5000 and 10000 meter runs in the ’72 and ’76 games, was feted at the Hall.


By the mid forties the concentration of Finns around San Pablo had dissipated. The moves to other areas began just before the second world war. Anyway Finns could now be found all over Berkeley and increasingly in Albany, El Cerrito, Richmond parts of Oakland and even the other side of the tunnel.


By the late 1960s Finntown was already becoming a memory. Finns had moved to the suburbs and assimilated and Finnish immigration to the United States had all but stopped. Today if you meet a Finn in Berkeley he or she is likely a visiting professor at Cal or someone in the tech industry on a trip combining business with pleasure.


Lodge 21 is no more though we do have the Finnish Heritage Society and it’s Cultural Committee. The continuing celebrations of Finland such as today’s and Vappu at the Finnish Hall show that the legacy of Berkeley’s Finntown lives on. Bay Area Finns owe a great debt to those early Finnish pioneers. The Finns who came to Berkeley gave each other support and succor, maintained their culture and left a legacy — including this hall — that we Finns are rightly proud of. We can also be proud of the contributions our forebears made to the growth of Berkeley. As a Berkeley Finn I’m proud of Finland and its current standing in the world and its continually being named the world’s happiest country and I’m proud of this city and, despite it’s problems and struggles, what it has and continues to stand for and that Finns have played a part in it. 


You may be wondering if Antti and Reijo ever patched things up. History is silent on this. I like to think that in the spirit of Finnish Brotherhood they did and maybe even became friends.


Kiitos ja hyvää itsenäisyyspäivää. And power to the people!


03 December 2025

My Top Ten TV Shows for 2025

                          Adolescence

1. Adolescence

2. Last Week Tonight With John Oliver 

3. Black Rabbit 

4. The Lowdown 


5. Late Night with Seth Myers 


6. English Teacher 


7. Death By Lightning 


8. The Studio 


9. Ludwig


10. Hacks 


Honorable Mention: Department Q, The Gilded Age and Only Murders in the Building.


This is my 7th annual top ten TV shows of the year post. Last Week Tonight With John Oliver has dominated the list being number one three times, number two three times and third once. No other show comes close to this consistent excellence. Of course many of my favorites from recent years such as Barry, After Life and Succession have ended their runs A lot of shows that have made the list were one season shows such as this year’s winner Adolescence and the third place finisher, Black Rabbit. Some of my favorite shows of the year didn’t qualify because they’re no longer airing — such as Shetland — or because I was only watching episodes from the past — such as QI. You’ll note that the two shows just mentioned both air on Britbox which is the latest streaming service to grace our TV screen.

Of the top ten and three honorable mentions, Netflix led the way with four entries followed by HBO and Hulu three. One each were on Britbox, Apple TV and NBC.

01 December 2025

An Exciting Look at Coming Attractions on the Blog for December

Starlet Claudia Cardinale around the time I was dating her.

One of the highlights of the month will be a retrospective of the great French director Jaques Dijon who in the Sixties created such comedy classics as For Whom the Telephone Rings, Make Mine a Double and Pierre Buys a Baguette. A master of comic timing, Dijon’s movies were noted for both their slapstick and commentary on contemporary mores. Tragically, Dijon died at age 47 after a wrestling match over escargot got out of hand.

We’ll be exploring the short-lived sitcom, Fly, There’s a Waiter in My Soup. This one-season wonder was the first and thus far only TV series in which the main character is the wacky neighbor. A young Dustin Hoffman played, Burgie, a hopelessly inept brain surgeon and polo enthusiast who constantly fouls up his neighbor’s parties, barbecues and holiday gatherings. Who can forget the timeless catchphrase, “Oh no, here comes, Burgie."


On the serious side we’ll have a two part post on restless leg syndrome. You’ll get an insight into this scourge through interviews with sufferers as well as an in-depth look at the ongoing research. We’ll also tell you how you can help be part of the solution to this going problem (hint: donations are needed!).


Of course with Christmas coming we’ll be turning our attention to some of the more obscure yet still beloved Yuletide films such as: A Very Mohammad Christmas, The Glittery Gay Marriage of Vixen and Blitzen, Christmas in the Congo and Under the Mistletoe — A Betty Boop Christmas.


Speaking of December 25th, we’ll also be giving tips on picking the perfect Christmas tree, proper holly placement, imaginative egg nog recipes and building a snowman in the rain.


Also in the works is a review of the latest blockbuster: “A Well-Known Comic Book Character Triumphs over an Arch Enemy in a Dramatic Concluding Battle and Finds Love in the Millionth Iteration of a Well-Worn Story.” The title may be a bit wordy but — spoiler — it captures the essence of the picture.


In order for readers to better know the blogger I’ll publishing full unexpurgated transcripts of my therapy sessions. Should make for entertaining reading and give us all a good laugh.


I may even have a tell-all post about my romance with Italian actress Claudia Cardinale (pictured above) who I dated in the early sixties.


I’ll also be reminiscing about my days in the military with a particular focus on when I was a submarine captain. This will include the madcap incident when I ran the sub aground in Bolivia. I’ll also share memories of raising the flag at Iwo Jima. What a day!


We’ll of course be taking a look ahead to Oscar season and our predictions about who will get unnecessarily angry about what. There’ll be a particular emphasis on selective outrage and overwrought egos. Should be fun.


You can also expect a salute to those lovely souls who come to the theaters with grocery bags full of food that they rifle through while the rest of us are trying to watch the damn movie. We’ll also celebrate the people who come late and our favorites, people who talk during the feature.


Finally we’ll be ending the month with a list of our favorite films, TV shows, books, sports events, impeachable offenses, acts of corruption, international laws violated, insulting comments directed towards reporters by the president and insanely stupid comments from the commander in chief. That last one will probably have to be in three or four parts.


So stick with us. December is going to be a great month at Streams of Unconsciousness. Remember for only $500 a month you can become a premium reader. This earns you discounts at the Streams gift shop, a free subscription to the monthly newsletter and access to exclusive behind-the-scenes looks at the inner workings here at Streams. Have a great month everybody!

26 November 2025

It's the Day Before Thanksgiving and I'm Already Thankful


I’m thankful for my wife and daughters. I’m thankful for my good health. I’m thankful that I don’t find it necessary to knock on wood when I say or write something about good fortune. I’m also thankful that I don’t believe in other kinds of nonsense like astrology, religion or trickle-down economics.

I’m thankful that there is strong opposition to Trumpy and his administration of neo-fascists. I’m thankful that so many people see that the emperor has no clothes (though the thought of this would-be emperor naked is frankly sickening).


Although he’s on hiatus until February, I’m thankful for John Oliver and his brilliant HBO program, Last Week Tonight. I’m also thankful for Late Night With Seth Meyers. I’m thankful that Jon Stewart appears on the Daily Show on Mondays. These are important voices in troubled times and the laughter they evoke is truly the best medicine.


I’m thankful that really fine films are still being made. In the last few months I’ve seen some really good ones such as One Battle After Another, Train Dreams, Sentimental Value, Mastermind, It Was Just an Accident, Nouvelle Vague and Blue Moon. Looks like there’s more of high quality to come before the end of the year. Hooray!


I'm also grateful for Turner Classic Movies, the Criterion Channel and all the streaming services that allow me to be able to watch great cinema from the comfort of my home. I'm also delighted to have an extensive DVD collection which includes virtually all of my favorite all-time movies.


I’m thankful for my favorite British football (soccer, to you Yanks) Arsenal and that they are currently top of the table. I’m grateful that I can watch all their matches on the telly here and that I’m going to see them live and in person in May.


I’m thankful that my younger daughter has found love is getting married next week to a very nice chap indeed.


I’m thankful for my gym. I’m constantly annoyed by how much time my fellow patrons spend staring at their phones or — horrors!— talking on them. But they all seem to be good sorts and I’m encouraged that so many people look after their health.


I’m appreciative of my job and the fact that I get to teach such wonderful people from all over the world. It’s truly a privilege to hang with them and I appreciate the many kind words I hear from them about my efforts.


I’m grateful that I can manage to string words together well enough to form coherent sentences, paragraphs and even entire books. I wish I could be thankful that I’ve found a publisher or even a damn agent but perhaps that’s soon to come. Hope is a powerful drug.


I’m thankful that I have this blog to vent, create and share my experience, strength and hope. I’m thankful for anyone who reads this. Both of us.