Overheard, little boy and woman (mum?) looking at John Everett Millais’ Ophelia “Why is that lady lying in the water?” “Umm…she’s swimming!” “No she isn’t, because she’s not moving her legs like this,” (demonstrates) “and she isn’t moving her arms like this!” (demonstrates again) “…”
One of my very first really amazing internet experiences was the Hampster dance ca. 1999. The original site has since been corrupted by corporate greed, but browsing the wikipedia article on it I found a mention of this page where the amazing hampster dance is preserved in its original form. I am overcome with joy and joyness.
…just in case it wasn’t perfectly clear: of course we didn’t make it to London. Not only did we miss Sam’s birthday, we missed the whole weekend and the book fair on which we’d based the whole issue of the magazine. Emergency /Plan B meeting tonight went ok but still depressed. BAH
It is becoming more and more apparent that the hope I’ve held on to that we’d make it to the book fair somehow, is futile. Our souls are dark, dark places of much anguish at the moment. On the other hand, Iceland and its skies look quite pretty. (Too bad, they really don’t need this after everything they’ve been through in the last couple of years…)
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[singlepic id=1257 w=605 h= float=center] I’m so glad it’s raining today! We’ll finally get rid of some of that pestilent snow that has been obstructing traffic (and hence, life) since 2009. I’m so happy I feel like singing (and dancing!) (The forecast for tomorrow promises 7 C and sunny.)
I am of the conviction that some days are simply not meant to be spent in a conscious state. Especially the ones where you wake up and can’t feel your head, your hands, your feet, your tummy (except for a gnawing sensation deep inside there somewhere that something is terribly, terribly wrong) and your eyes have no hope in Tartaros of ever opening… But modern living means that no days like that may exist. So - the only thing you can do is locate your head, your hands, feet and torso, force those eyes open and make your way into the kitchen - where you make breakfast in the vain hope that it might cure you of whatever terrible infestation has taken hold of your body…
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[singlepic id=1169 w=605 h= float=center] Grey envelops the world today. It is everywhere and in everything: the air, the streets, the buildings, myself. All coloured grey by this mist that has settled over the lovely town of Oslo. The past few days have been so stunning with clear blue skies and the winter melting away in streams of cold, sparkling water. One good thing about the mist, I suppose, is the warm temperature. The snow will continue to melt away - albeit more modestly, slowly than yesterday. And in the mean time, whilst I wait for fairer weather, I comfort myself with the rye crispbread I baked yesterday in the sun. [singlepic id=1168 w=605 h= float=center]
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C and I are throwing a champagne tea party at Kielland House this coming weekend for all the lovely girlies that we never get to see now that we are all either grown up with grown up jobs or completely immersed in literary theory and criticism up to our ears. I am so excited I can barely stand to wait the five whole days until the event.
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As it turns out, working steady hours and getting into a daily routine really agrees with me! I am reverting back into my ‘original state’ as a morning person, early bird, call it what you like but I’m there, I’m up at six and I’m not bothered by it (except on the [not so very rare] occasions that I’ve been out the night before, but even then I’m up early compared to how late I’ve been out). I’ve also started being able to get to sleep incredibly early; ten or even nine in the evening - and still I’m not bothered! I actually love being up before the sun and being able to watch the sunrise from my 5th storey window. And having my usual scrambled eggs (and cured ham on special days) whilst reading the morning paper and not having to worry about getting to work on time because I’m up so early I’ve oceans of time! Perhaps it’s all due to the fact that I’m loving my internship so much and I’m loving the courses I’m taking this semester so much and - actually, I’m pretty certain people will start finding me quite obnoxious from all this talk of ‘Look at me! Look at how happy I am! Look at how great my life is!’… but, oh well. What do I care? I’ll just be happy and self-absorbed, or perhaps happily self-absorbed, or perhaps both?
Ps, this is what I feel like. Every day:
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