Plan

Plan: Write 10.000 pages (at least) on my thesis during Easter holidays
Place to implement plan: Beloved cabin (with moon, without world wide web)(cobweb in attic)
Accessories: Fireplace, red wine, big window, mountain skis + boyfriend.

Song on a Wednesday

This is how it works:
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works:
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

From On the Radio by Regina Spektor, listen to this great song at Regina's Radio Player Thank you, Regina!

Picture Perfect Morning

A room with a view
Oh the smell of coffee!
I see light
Vinduet 1/2007
Spring wind
Open window
Waves and coltsfeet,
let there be crayons!
I measure time by the season
Let somebody else panic
about hours lost
Hei ny dag, fint du kom
fint du kom

(American Movie)

What are you really doing here?
(smalltalk)
The truth is… I love you
We are getting married
(romantic music)
What the hell is taking so long?
I could never do that to someone I love
(sentimental melody)
It didn’t change the fact that I love you
You know this is just too sick
(fight)
Love IS pain
Let’s just get out of here
(car crash)
You are the most evil, manipulative…
(shouting)
You think I still want you after all that you’ve done to me?
(crying)
I don’t wanna get in there
(door slamming)
Oh, how sweet of you
(romantic singing)
Of course I will
(the end)

© shr-98














Edward Hopper, New York Movie (1939)

Morning in a City

by Edward Hopper

List

the smell of the first coltsfoot
ahhhh
rotting snow
earth
tulip sprouts
rubber boots
walking in puddles
shoveling snow
off veranda
freckles
sneakers on
dirt
road
green grass hiding
behind bus stop
lost mitten
seagull
sudden drizzle
oil on bicycle chain
wet pavement
melting march

Nostalgia

nostalgia |näˈstaljə; nə-| noun a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations : I was overcome with acute nostalgia for my days in college. • the evocation of these feelings or tendencies, esp. in commercialized form : an evening of TV nostalgia.

DERIVATIVES nostalgist |-jist| noun

ORIGIN late 18th cent.(in the sense [acute homesickness] ): modern Latin (translating German Heimweh ‘homesickness’ ), from Greek nostos ‘return home’ + algos ‘pain.’

Thesaurus
nostalgia, noun; a nostalgia for traditional values reminiscence, remembrance, recollection; wistfulness, regret, sentimentality; homesickness.

Rain

It's raining today.
The First Rain.
Since ican'trememberwhen.
It makes me happy.
Welcome, rain!
I will enjoy you with a cup of hot tea.
Mmmm.... rain. My cup of tea.

Utsikt

og når jeg løfter blikket
ser jeg himmel

bak en vindusrute stripet av regn
ser jeg tid: skyer
som klaser av ting vi har glemt

et portrett av i morgen
tilværelsens gjennomsiktige rammer:

himmelen forandrer seg stadig
og i horisonten er alt hvitt


© shr-2004

This spring is a bit cold

Ok, perhaps it's not THAT warm out, but hey, certainly 4 degrees still qualifies as an indisputable sign of spring? (After all they're the warmest degrees we've had since last year) Wind is gone, sun is up and there's a dripping sound somewhere. These factors made it impossible to implement the plan of going to school when I finished work today. And unfortunately the others went skiing way before I got home (can't blame them, really), so the ski-trip option was kind of gone too. Staying inside voluntarily in this wheather would of course be a crime. LUCKILY there's a snow-free spot on the stairs on our veranda, just enough room for me and my mac. Can't complain about the view, and the wireless connection is up and running even here. Haha, this is the new wine! (or the new office, really) My fingers are kind of frozen though, is that some kind of a hint? Can't be...! (Although I have to admit that this melting snow on the roof occasionally dripping down my spine is kind of cold...)

Shakespeare and Company

It's not a bookstore. It's THE bookstore. It's a home for the heart. It's heaven. It has a sleeping cat in it. It's in Paris. I miss it.

Puddles (Monday Poem)

I remember that childhood fear well.
I avoided puddles,
especially fresh ones, after showers.
One of them might be bottomless, after all,
even though it looks just like the rest.

I'll step and suddenly be swallowed whole,
I'll start rising downwards
then even deeper down
towards the reflected clouds
and maybe farther.

Then the puddle will dry up,
shut over me,
I'm trapped for good - where -
with a shout that never made it to the surface.

Understanding came only later:
not all misadventures
fit within the world's laws
and even if they wanted to,
they couldn't happen.

(Wislawa Szymborska)

Seagull

Speaking of seagulls, I just have to post this hilarious photo that I found on Google. Watch out! They'll take over the city soon.

Hiding Spring

I woke up to a surprising sound this morning, considering the fact that it is very wintery outside. Lots of snow and many cold degrees. Today even wind. North wind, whistling around the house, doing its best to make sure you'd rather stay in bed. Winter has been here for ages it seems, and so far there hasn't been any sign of it planning to pack its bags and leave for the other pole. So when I heard the Number One Sound of Spring, I was kind of surprised. But there it was, unmistakenly: the seagulls have woken and they're practicing their singing skills. Backstage, spring is waiting. Oh joy!

Time Warp (Let there be Lips)

"I would like, ah, if I may... to take you on a strange journey..." ...to the planet Transsexual, in the galaxy of Transylvania.
- oh, the nostalgia! Today is the day for the annual amazing fantastic hilarious Rocky Horror Picture Show at Studentersamfundet in Trondheim. It brings back crazy memories of the electrifying and adrenalizing feeling of dancing in high heels and lady's underwear in front of 400 shouting and rice-throwing exhilarated people. Oh, could I only be there! Good luck with today's show, Brad, Janet, Frank-n-Furter, dr Scott, Magenta, Colombia, Rocky, Riff-Raff and all the rest!

"A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, God said, 'Let there be Lips', and they were. And they were good."

It's astounding;
Time is fleeting;
Madness takes its toll!
But listen closely...

- Not for very much longer!
- I've got to keep control.

I remember doing the time-warp
Drinking those moments when
The Blackness would hit me

And the void would be calling...

Let's do the time-warp again!
Let's do the time-warp again!

It's just a jump to the left.
And then a step to the right.
With your hands on your hips.
You bring your knees in tight.
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane.
Let's do the time-warp again!
Let's do the time-warp again!