After reading everything I've found from the young Chinese (female) writers - Chun Sue, Mian Mian, Wei Hui,and Xiaolu Guo - I'm now enthusiastic about Tao Lin's Kmart realism. His new novel Richard Yates is a monument for the Western lower middle class youth. Kmart is a chain of discount supermarket department stores in the United States and K-mart realism was originally meant to be insulting for a minimalist style of fiction featuring depressed people in bleak settings.

My art movement is called Turbo Realism and it's subgenres are Carrefour Realism, Walmart Realism, Tesco Realism. Aldi Realism. Lidl Realism, Mercadona Realism, Ahorra Más Realism, Hipercor Realism, Eroski Realism, Maxi Dia Realism, Quickie Mart Realism, Seico Mart Realism, PARKnSHOP Express Realism, In & Out Realism, 7-Eleven Realism, Burker King Realism, KFC Realism, Taco Bell Realism, Pizza Hut Realism, Whataburger Realism, Dunkin' Donuts Realism, Lotteria Realism, MOS Burger Realism, Yoshinoya Realism, Starbucks Realism, Panda Express Realism, Chowking Realism, Kit Kat Realism, Oreo Realism, Pocari Sweat Realism, Happy Belly Realism, Cup Noodle Realism, Casa di Mama Realism, Petist Suisse Realism, Frito Lay Realism, Pop Tart Realism, Kool-Aid Realism, Jell-O Realism, Pop Rocks Realism, Hello Panda Realism, Pocky Realism and Hubba Bubba Realism.

After tweeting my new slogan We demand freedom of speech but we have nothing to say, I was doubting if it was a good idea to do. I'm used to share not only the finished works but also all my ideas before developing them further. The problem is that I'm beginning to be afraid of my best friend Jani.

Some weeks ago in Helsinki, I visited the gallery that Jani runs with his wealthy friend. They show works of Jani and some other artists. Jani had on the wall a text based cereal box work stating Your dreams are my nightmares. It looked good but too familiar, the slogan is from my drawing executed in 2007. I was  baffled and furious. Jani said that it's intertextuality, that he doesn't have any ideas but copies everything from others. I think that's bullshit, I'd call it plagiarism. I'm totally fed up seeing Jani's works that look and sound like my stuff and reading interviews where he says the things I've blogged the day before.

I suppose that there's nothing I can do to stop him. I just feel that his practice devalues my works - people might think that I'm copying him if they've seen his work or read his interviews before. If this is what my best friend does, what my enemies do?

The past four weeks, I almost haven't been working at all. We are doing some reforms in the house and have been evacuated to my in-laws' place in the neighbor village. In addition, my son's nanny has been on vacation in Peru and I've spent the time with the boy, which is of course (this is what I try to tell myself) more important than doing some provocative artifacts.

Anyways, the works are going around the globe non-stop. Next week the show Hungry for Art will be inaugurated at the nomadic art space Äkkigalleria in Jyväskylä, Finland. That has special meaning to me because all my family is from that small town in the Central Finland. I've sent there some jars of mustard gas. I don't know if should tell to my granny to go the opening reception.

Yesterday, I prepared a nice package and sent it to New York - three boxes of Super Size Happy Meal Series, a bunch of drawings, BK (Burger King / Beggar King plastic cup with some small change) and Wetback Towel. This is the stuff that Raul takes to Miami where he curates a project called Maxima Imoralia at Scope art fair. I was first thinking about flying over to enjoy of  beaches, bikinis and parties but, finally, I decided that the timing is not right. This is a stand-by year dedicated to my family (though I've done four solo shows, participated in nine group shows and five art fairs) and next year I'm going to be back at the front line continuing my campaign to be a rich and powerful super artist.

Ai Weiwei is undoubtedly the number one art hero of the moment. his Unilever Series installation at the Tate Modern's massive Turbine Hall is made of 100 million of hand crafted life-sized porcelain sunflower seeds. Unfortunately, when I think of the monumental pieces of the series, I remember the criticism that Unilever has attracted from political, environmental and human rights activist. When I was kid, my mother told me never to buy stuff produced by the company.

Mr. Ai has been in the headlines also because he was placed under house arrest by the Chinese police. He said this was to prevent the planned party to mark the demolition of his newly built 1,1 million dollar Shanghai studio from taking place. Anyways, the party was held and the artist served 10000 delicious crabs to his friends.

Another artist hero of the recent days has been Santiago Sierra who turned down Spain’s 30 thousand euro national prize for visual artists, because the prize instrumentalizes the prestige of the prize winner for the benefit of the state. Sierra is against the Socialist government which happily gives away the money to the banks.

I've heard many times people asking how is it possible that the Communist Party of China is ruling China but the country doesn't seem to be communist at all. Curiously, the same people don't ask why in Europe there are several socialist parties governing but they don't apply leftist politics. The Spanish Socialist Workers Party seems to have nothing to do with neither socialism nor workers. Socialist Bankers' Party would sound more realistic.

Anyways, what caught my eye in these news was the money. I would love to refuse all the prices because 30 thousand were peanuts for me and I would love to be able to build a million dollar studio even if it were demolished (I think Ai Weiwei has even a bigger art factory in Beijing). It's easy to be idealistic when you are filthy rich.

I would accept any price and I have my speech prepared. You are supposed to be humble when you receive awards and tell that they are not actually for you but for a larger group of artist. Mario Vargas Llosa said that his recent Nobel price was for all Latin American writers - but the check was only for him. When I get a price, I'll say that the price recognizes the work of all Western white straight male artists.

I had prepared another speech too, for the case I'd been chosen to represent Finland in next summer's Venice Biennale. I told in an interview a couple of years ago that I'd refuse such an invitation, so I needed to think some good explanation - naturally I'd represent anybody who'd pay my next month's rent. I would have said that it's repulsive to represent Finland and its government but somebody has to do it - just like it's disgusting to clean the toilets but someone in the society has to do it too.Unfortunately, the curator chose some artist who doesn't have very much attitude but makes beautiful objects.

Easy Gals is the title of my new collection of girl's portraits I'm downloading from internet pornography websites. I imagine that most of the people look for hardcore action photos in these places but I'm interested in those pictures that begin the series - the innocent teens moments before being fisted, whipped, gagged, electrified, pissed on, mouth fucked and covered by cum.

My rules for the photos: young girls (in porn called barely legal), slim and pretty but normal looking (in porn called girls nextdoor), no huge  breast implants (in porn called monster tits), no glamorous make up, no tattoos, fully clothed with normal clothes, frontal mid shots, interior or exterior but no studio, no bedroom, no sadomasochist dungeons, no sexually provocative expressions, smiling and looking to the camera. I want them to be like the photos I could take of my friends or family. Actually, I thought it would be easier to find them. Now I've gone through hundreds of websites and thousands of girls and I've found about 20 images that meet my demands.