I had some drawings and a wall painting in a group show co-curated by Raul in Beijing some weeks ago. Now The Artist Network's Marc, who was the other co-curator, will include this exhibition in another megashow in Beijing.

I got an e-mail from Beijing, they wanted to send me the bill of the wall painting they did in the first show and asked if I pay it in the next show too. I never promised to pay anything and I'm not going to do it. I think I should be paid for exhibiting my work. Normally, the curators are paid, the gallery managers are paid, the secretaries are paid, the guards are paid and the cleaning ladies are paid. But nobody wants to pay to the artist. There have been exceptions, too. And I don't want to complain about money because I got today €6000 from a nice Finnish foundation. I'd drink some champagne but my doctor has prohibited it.

Actually, Marc e-mailed me that the organizers feel uneasy with my wall painting text Human Rights Damage Our Economy. Finally somebody cares! I feel great. Maybe there will be no uneasy wall painting that nobody wants to pay in this show called Dream Palace.

This time, Mänttä was awesome. We lived in the modernist Villa Silva built in the 30's and the Michelin-star chef Markus Maulavirta cooked our meals. I really liked his stuff but I think my wife does even more delicious things. My installation at the Art Festival was acceptable, though I didn't get the Kippenberger drawings. I'm showing in Mänttä some used panties and some ceramic plates too. Then I was on the national T.V. news talking about my merchandizing tricolor cap, and I believe that now they will be sold out soon. Anna said that I should do a Riiko Sakkinen perfume for the fall season. Jani suggested for the name Riiko Sakkinen Sarin Surprise but Anna said that she wouldn't use it with that name. Maybe Riiko Sakkinen Vexatious sounds better.

Bad news: I was supposed to do an installation for Mänttä Art Festival mixing my own and the late Martin Kippenberger's work. Jani's (who curates the show) friend Julie promised to lend us several Kippenbergers and actually she was initially co-curator of the exhibition. Today, she decided not give us any work of my idol and the press conference is tomorrow. This Julie was in the 80's Kippenberger's girlfriend and now she lives in Bermuda, Helsinki and St. Petersburg and works there for the State Hermitage Museum. She's cool and she's got money but I think she's just an asshole. I've been going around almost a year telling everybody that I do collaboration with my dead idol Kippenberger and now they think I'm an idiot. Scheisse.

There is no place worse than a Finnish village. I've been installing my stuff at Mänttä Art Festival since Friday. Actually, in Finland they call these villages that have a population of few thousand people "towns". It's like the worst of countryside living and the worst of urban living. I could compare it with People's Republic of China's (Molotov) cocktail of the worst of capitalism and the worst of socialism. Despite of the setting, I'm having a great time with the other artists like Ilona, Eemil, Jiri, Kati, Mari and Hans. And the curator is my best friend Jani, so it's almost like being on holiday.

Sociologist George Rizer has warned us of McDonaldization. He says that the society takes on the characteristics of a fast food restaurant: efficiency, calculability, predictability and control.

McDonald's is present in 120 countries around the world but you can't find a Happy Meal in the most of the parts of the Middle East. In Iraq, there are Burger Kings that feed the U.S. soldiers. The civilians can't have genuine American burgers but they can eat at MaDonal, a McDonald's counterfeit. It's ran by an ex-Kurdish resistance fighter. Now he fights for the right to establish a real McDonald's franchise.

I think that MaDonaldization is the future - not McDonaldization (which sounds too Modern). Few years ago, I had a great meal at Hamby King - a fake Burger King - in Sarajevo. Everything was like in a Burger King restaurant but the food was much better than a Whopper: delicious ćevapčići and burek.