Iiiiiiiittt's Christmas!

The stars are out, and that is about that since we are going away to England for the holidays and eat stuffed turkey til we get stuffed ourselves. And also because of the Big Move wich is about to bomb our household. The key to the new flat will be picked up today, and we will be out of this rented flat ending January. A thinks we will be in the new flat also ending January, but I just smile slightly pitying and tell him not to get his hopes up.

I am also bying kitchen with is scary, because it is the most expensive thing I have bought to this day, and I feel like we should by it on Ikea, as cheap as possible, even though my mother insist on us geting something better. So I have been asking for prices in these expensive looking shops and yes, Ikea is way cheaper. But the kitchen is small so custom made is the most practical since 10 cm lost is 10 cm too many.

I'll make before and after photos. Promise.

Just to make the timing even better, I will be in exams all through January until mid February. Just the thought makes me want to scream.

But that is JAnuary, now it is Christmas!

To night I will see "Grevinnen og hovmesteren" (the countess and the butler) because it has been posted on youtube. So at least one tradition that will be upheld.

Merry christmas everyone!

Heavy Stuff

I have been thinking a lot lately on eutanasia, dementias and depression...The debate is so interesting. "deciding over my own life and death" vs "preassure deaths" (as in people feeling they are a burden and wants to die just because of that) It is such a complex dillema. For example, if allowed, who should provide the service, and in what circumstances? How un-depressed should the person be? Because maybe once cured from depression, the wish for death might not be there anymore? Ponder, ponder.

wine anyone?

No apple tart this year

Autumn

I have not been home in Norway in autumn since forever and almost ten years. It is strange but good. Also quite cold. I seem to remember rarely wearing hats when I was younger and now I won't get the post without one. It is just so cold! The colors are stunning and now, as we have had some days with frost, they are even better. I will go out in the garden and take some more pictures today before work.
For some reason the wine-grape is bursting with fruit, but the apple trees are having a year off. (Pictures will come of this.)There are aprox. three small wrinkly apple-like things hanging from a branch. It looks a bit sad.

Thank you Postman-person

It came, and I spent a happy evening reading it. Twice. It is not my favourite discworld book but I will read it lots of times more.

Dear Mr/Mrs Postman/woman. Eh. Postperson?

Please can you bring me my book to day? Please? I really really want to go back to Ankh Morpork, I might even have a sausage inna bun. (mostly pig) So please Mr Postman?

nobel's peace price office this morning

"morning."
"morning."
"good weather today. Around of golf later?"
"Jup."
...

"Hey Torbjørn, there is this journalist, talking about the peace price. I have tried telling her off, I mean, the price is not until, like, october."

silence

"Oh shit, oh shit.."
"Brainstorming, a name! A name!"

frantic thinking

"How about that Obama guy? He is bound to have done something isn't he?"

Fell off

After a few days of crying and thinking melodramatic thoughts and beeing really embarrassed, (well, I am still embarrassed) I now feel quite good, in an optimistic, calm sort of way. I always do. Now it is all about next time, and it is so easy to envision myself about 5 months from now, calm, composed and in control, going to exams and passing them. But it is not going to be like that. What I need to envision is me going sick with dread (of not knowing what I am asked..) and doing it even though I am convinced I will not be able to answer even one question. That is what I need to work on.

Jumpin' back on the horse

At least that is the plan. Last exam tomorrow at ten. For now. My new mantra is "I want to become a doctor". It has been working these past few days. I am also drinking vast quantities of Rescue Remedy. I just want this to be OVER. Like if I could just skip ahead 24 hrs. Please? Universe? I am so fed up with all this worrying, and yes: the only one who can change is me.

Litterature

I have just finished The elegance of the hedgehog, and my brain is full of words about beauty and tea-ceremonies and old Paris turn-of-the-century buildings.. Far better than bio estadistics I must say. The book is enthusiasticly recommended! Not so with the monk-ferrari book. It has stuff in it, helpfull stuff, and the fable of the lighttower and the sumo warrior is visual and simple, but the actual story, the conversation between the monk and his diciple makes me shudder and cringe. It is awful, stilted and childish. So there.

Summer passed by in a second, in between working, studying and going on a twoo week holiday to the north. Beautiful. It is an area for thinking and sitting by the seasite listening to the waves and the seagulls and there is sun 24 hrs, that sort of feeds the mind and body..

And the sun came forth

I woke up this morning and liked myself. I have been searching for a why, but have not found any. That is very good. I do not need a why. I just like me.

oh dear.

And the beat goes on...

I had sort of decided that some topics were used up. Exam, nerves and Solitaire Spider being some of them. But here I sit again, the night before an exam and..shit. Why have I not studied more? One reason is that I am not one of those people that sleep 3hrs a day for a month, living in the library. I am one of those that fall asleep on top of the books and wake up a couple of hours later with groggy head, letters on my chin, drool mark in the book and a painful neck.
Not very promising for future 48 hrs guards I must say.

On a better note I am not lying in fetal position in the bath tube, thinking I am the toe-fungus of the world. But I cannot say I like myself much right now. Witch is FINE. One cannot please everybody right?

So I'll do the bloody thing, and cringe when bf and family asks with hope in their voices "How did it go?" I have tried to impose a rule of silence. Do not ask me how I am doing and do not ask how it went. It did not work very well. But I'll do it. I need the experience, and the stuff that I did not learn or don't remember, I'll know the next time. And I am Zen about that. Sort of.

Bwhahahahahaaaaaa!!!!

I passed. Please join me in my maniatic gleeful laughter: Bwahahahahaaaa!!

answer of the day

I looked it up (google) and scanning the first pages I could not find anything specific. One page indicated that normal production of snot is about one cup a day. Other pages consisted of people with cold, collecting snot in a bucket (ugh!) and claiming that they had about two litres.... I am not easily yucked-out, but that turns even my stomach. My physiology book says nothing about it. I guess I'll have to live with the doubt...

Question of the day

Hvor mye snørr kan en nese produsere?

Yeeeessssss!!!!!

A place finally opened in Zaragoza where they sell pistacho ice cream. An it is delishio- Delish-. Anyway, you know what I mean. LG.

Tut Tut sier onkels bil...

Three days of driving and I still have not bumped into anyone...

Chocolate....

Back home and working. I am a working person. I like to feel useful. How can I get it into my brain that studying is being useful? I know it but I do not KNOW it.

I cannot get enough of Kvikk Lunch, that norwegian version of kitkat, and love to be able to choose between various sorts of knekkebrød and by fresh yeast in any store.

Marzipan. Nuff said.

And then there is the weather. Glorious! I feared but for no reason. The sun is shining, the snow has melted on the roads, and the air is fresh and smells of spring and sea.

Even the day it rained it was great, since there was no wind. The house is quiet, I finished Sam&Max and it was great and I am reading for the theorical exam.

LG-Life is Good

Back home?

I leave for home on friday and I'd really rather stay here. Why? The lure of Sørlandschips, Bamsemums and Kolibriegg is strong, as is the call of the Sam&Max computergame waiting for me. (Sorry guys, but friends and family takes a mere third place in priorities.)

But then there is the snow, the slush, the ice and the cold. And since I work I have to go out into it. It is April! It should be warm and sunny and breeze and no jacket...Oh, that is only in Spain. I seriously need to get my driving license.

cd's I go back to again and again

OK Computer- Radiohead
Mezzanine- Massive Attack
Khmer- Nils Petter Molvær
Romeo and Juliet Sountrack
When the fun starts early in the day- Banzai Republic
O brother, where ast thou? Soundtrack
This is Hardcore- Pulp
Towards the within- Dead can dance
Eg og Edith- Herborg Kråkevik
Odelay- Beck
Monsoon feat. Sheila Chandra

Selma Lagerlof

I am reading Gösta Berlings saga and it is interesting. First of all it is so different in language from what I usually (re)read. It is poetic without going overboard, much because it is written as storietelling, talking to the reader like a grandmother sitting in the kitchen telling tales. Not sure if have much more to say though. I always hated analyzing books, thinking about it gives me the shivers.
Anyway, the book is divided in short tales, that continues where the other ended. I like that. And the stories are about humans and their silliness and cruelty and fears and beauty and strengths and weakness...All set in the Swedish countryside. I am imagening the landscape from the Emil series of Astrid Lindgren, but it might not be entirely accurate.

Gasp!

I am slowly coming up for a breether. Again. Yeah. Three steps forward and two back. Showering? Check. Eating? Check. Stopping the OC Zapping? Check. Having serious thoughts to Go Out and see the Sun? Check. Wanting to clean up the resulting mess from a month with my head in the sand? Check..
I am so happy I live in Spain. It is March, it is sunny and it is 19 degrees Celsius. It makes it hard to be down for too long when the weather is not helping.

Donkey Balls

Biophysics sucks large hairy donkey balls.

Sad

So this list was my cultural efforts in 2008. Sad. Obviously I forgot to put in a few things, like the concert with Mariza witch was brilliant, but on the whole I have not been very cultural. I read a lot, but most of the time I reread. I see many movies but again they are re-sees. And I listen to the same music over and over..

Books, Movies and Music in 2008
Consider the Lobster by David Foster Wallace
Nation by Terry Pratchett
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
The Book of Other People, various authors
Poirot season 10 (DVD)
Wit (the movie, not the play)
Carl Philipp E Bach: Symphonies & Conciertos
Duffy: Rockferry
Shrek3
FatboySlim: LateNightTales
Röyksopp: The Understanding
Ratatouille
The Holiday
Casino (James Bond)
Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
The Bourne Ultimatum
The Science of Discworld 3

Pretty pretty

Here is a picture of my newest project, the prettiest yarn ever! It is a mix of wool, angora and silk and the colours are like therapy in winter..

Cheerio miss Sophie!

Happy new year!