lördag 27 februari 2010

Yesterday wasn't a nice day

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Good day to you all! It's 2 p.m. and Micke is still lying in bed. He got home at 7 a.m. He told me that he and his friends had been busted by the police for playing Rock Band 2 in T's apartment at 5 a.m.

Bloody frickin' 5 a.m.!

And I thought my partner was smarter than this. And that goes for his friends too. While they were having "fun", I was busy feeling sad and grieving because of the news I got yesterday, and trying to sleep after Mimi and I had had a talk along with tea and dessert. Some lunatic with a "private number" woke me up at 04:45 a.m., and all I could hear was breathing on the other end. First time that happened. "Mr Private" called me 4 times. I only answered twice: first time cause I thought it was someone else, and second time because I was so sleepy I answered anyway. Damn stupid if you ask me, but your not exactly at your best at 5 in the morning.

Our house is a mess. Jee wizz. I should do some MAJOR cleaning, but with Micke still at LaLa-land in bed, I'll just grab some time on his computer instead.

torsdag 25 februari 2010

Out with the old blogg-template....

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...in with the new.

Yesterday, I managed to fuck up both my phone and the template on my blogg. Don't ask how, it was just so stupid of me. I was reminded - yet again - of the importance of doing backups. Or, more correctly, to HAVE backups.... All it usually takes is 10 min and a few clicks. Alas, it was again but a fine dream.

*sigh*

Well, the phone has now gotten all it's software re-installed and updated. The only thing I "lost" to the ether was every single little entry in my calender. Why - oh why! - hasn't Nokia made their stupid blocky Ovi-program able to sync calenders from OTHER sources than via Microsoft Outlook. I mean - hello! - there are people using e.g. Google calender. Or Ical on Mac! We are not all total Microsoft-program-slaves.

*sigh*

One thing about getting your blogger-template completely trashed though is finally fining the time needed to search for a new one. The old one was one I managed to tweak, using an already existing one found on Blogger. This new one feels nicer though, and I finally have more that 2 spaces (main and sidebar) to post stuff to. Thank goodness for Ourblogtemplates.com. The color scheme on this uses the same orange, white and gray from my old one, but they're more substantially used now. I think I like it. What's your opinion?

söndag 21 februari 2010

*click*

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Belive me,  I'm not trying to make a fashion statement, and I'm not posting photos of myself here to satisfy some intense craving for adulation or some such rubbish.

No, I'm simply posting it because it is so RARE for me to be caught on camera in a moment when
A. I'm being completely myself
B. The picture (despite A. !) turns out okay.

*looks at pic*

Yupp, that's me, silly grin and all. Micke took the picture with my Nokia 6220-c.The resolution it gives the photos is real nice.

tisdag 16 februari 2010

My birthday, and some other things

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Much has happened since I last wrote anything.

We attended the beautiful wedding of Mattias and Josefine in Porvoo. That weekend was really great, and really taxing. I so hope they like the present we gave them! There's a photo of them down below, if you scroll a bit. I went to the library some more, I installed some new apps on my phone, me+Micke+Thomas went to see the movie "Invictus". Great movie, even though I'm not a rugby fan.

My birthday and it's birthday party came and went, and I got the flu because of it. Never dance with a lot of people in a room with bad air conditioning if your immune system is cut to crap. So, sick again, and this time is made med miss Lent (fastlagen). I didn't get to spend time with my friends at school, eating the traditional peasoup and eating "fastlagsbullar" with both jam and almond paste. Yupp, have to have both. Otherwise, what's the point of gorging yourself? But, I missed it, and I missed the whole "pulka" race.

I wonder who won. And I didn't get to see Biotica's pulka. :/

I hope this fever will relent soon, because I am going to the party for the student union at Åbo Akademi University's 91st year party. It's this Saturday. The theme is "A thousand and one nights". I'm looking forward to it, and I'm still going even if I'm still feeling woozy from the fever.

*stubborn, pretty much like my father*

My brother is coming down to Turku on Thursday for the same party; I hope I'll get the house cleaned up by then...

Oh, and the only birthday presents I got were from Kaisa, and from my mama. Mama sent me some money to buy myself flowers (it's really impractical to send flowers through the mail!), and Kaisa got me a most hilarious b-card with some seriously annoying seventies disco music. She still gets my weird sense of what's a GOOD present.... and I sent her a dishrag with her favorite slogan on for her birthday :)

These are the flowers I got from mama. Petite roses are adorable, even if they never last long and attract bugs like crazy.


Josefine and Mattias, coming out of Porvoo cathedral.


 
Oh, this is from when we went to the pub "Old Bank" after seeing "Invictus". The joke was: "her drink, and HIS drink"... Mine is 12 cl, Micke's is 5 dl.


*sigh*

fredag 12 februari 2010

(review) Stephanie Meyer: "The Host"

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After finally getting my hands on the book (thank you Turku library!) I was so happy to find that, once again, Stephenie is the queen of the first person narrative. I think that's what has made the "Twilight"-series so popular: the fact that the text just sweeps you along, and you feel as if you're experiencing exactly what the person on the page is actually feeling. I find it riveting, although at times slightly alarming, that the power of the written word can be so strong. I think it's a great book, but I can understand if some might find the story a little slow in the beginning. Persevere though, and there is much in the book that will both give you pause

This is one book I absolutely have to get as a hardback-copy for my own library. Especially with the lovely weird cover from the publisher Little, Brown and Company, who've also published Stephenie's Twilight books. The "thing " about the cover picture and how the "eye" glimmers around the cornea, that comes from the way you can "see" how a person has a alien 'soul' latched onto their brains.

Anyway, for those of you NOT familiar with Stephenie Meyer, writer of the "phenomena" that is Twilight, should educate themselves on e.g. Wikipedia. Although how you've managed to remain ignorant (with the movies and all) is truly beyond me.

The Host is proof that she has the potential to write something even more riveting in the future. I really wish - along with many more readers, I guess - that Stephenie will continue the book and create the trilogy that she wants it to become (you can find more about that on her own web page). I would like to read more about how (and if) more of the aliens manage to adapt themselves to being human. Going native, so to speak.

Since Wikipedia is kind enough to provide a good review on how the story in the book, I won't repeat any of that here.
I'll just write about something that struck me while reading it. The duality of soul vs. body. That we humans regard these as two separate entities, and even go so far as to say that the thing that is the "we" consists of the body + the mind + the soul. The body is the vessel for both the mind and the soul, and while only the mind is the cognitive entity, we nevertheless have this soul that is (at least in some cultures) eternal.
The 'souls' (the aliens) in the book don't believe in this duality, arguing that the body IS the soul, and therefore the body - their hosts - is THEM. Even though - which is the case of the alien Wanderer (Wanda as she comes to be called) still feels the mind of her host Melanie talking with her. The concept of two minds in the same body eventually forces Wanda to go native, because she (and this 'soul' really is a she) is constantly bombarded with how a "true" human would do in any situation. It eventually even goes so far that towards the end of the book Wanda falls in love with a human, Ian. She also, at the end, begs the human rebels to extract her from Melanie's body and to then let her die, this because the 'souls' can't survive outside a host anywhere but on the planet called "Origin", home of the aliens. Wanda really wants this, as her time in Melanie's body has taught her how "evil" it is to walk around in a body that she has - in fact - stolen.

This book also brought to mind The Body Snatchers, as in the original 1955 science fiction novel written by Jack Finney, and all the books that novel spawned. And I think parallels can be also drawn to movies, such as Body Snatchers (1993), The Faculty (1998), "Surrogates" (2009) and "Gamer" (2009).

onsdag 3 februari 2010

When I'm dreaming, my REM takes me places

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I think my brain is trying to tell me something. Creative persons that don't find an outlet for their creativity while awake, apparently have to do it while asleep. Add to that the extra stress that comes from not being creative enough while awake, and you end up with....

...nightmares. Lots and lots of them.

 People are afraid of the most silly things sometimes. I mean, people with OCD do the most weird things at times, and some people are too afraid to go out their own door. Most people however, become afraid when "normal" things don't "behave" in a way that they think they should behave. This, in particular, is why people get scared by things that "look human, but aren't". Like androids.

Me?
I'm scared of the things in the dark; not the dark itself, only the things in it I might not notice until it is "too late" (like stubbing your toes into the sofa). I hate the fact that zombies are too much a part of my nightmares (see! again a thing that appears human, only isn't). I'm scared of encountering and experiencing violence and pain (a natural survival response), partly because I'm too empathic. I had slight coulrophobia but I now I'm mostly annoyed by clowns.

The thing I'm most afraid of, and the thing I try to avoid the most (and this will sound like slight OCD) is to fail.

To fail at a task someone has put you up to.
To fail horribly, and have people know about it.
For them to remember it. For them to remind you of it.

I think this is in part because of the fact that I'm first-born, a girl, had demanding parents while growing up and have the personality of an altruistic people-pleaser. Just my luck. But it's the truth.

Do you remember your dreams? I (most often) do. They're vivid, and I usually feel in them both emotion and sensation.

Dream 1: [summer of 2008, me and Micke have already lived together for a while] I dream of a cruise ship, which caters to this HUGE swing party. In the dream, I happen to kiss some other man, and then - when I realize I've betrayed Micke - I become crazy from the guilt and eventually drown myself.
(This one was awful, and it's not the first time I've died by drowning in a dream, but it's the first time I've done is of my own accord. The drowning was accentuated by having managed to put my face into the pillow and thus not getting enough oxygen.)

Dream 2: [December, 2009] I'm running from "resident evil"-type of zombies in this huge house that feels like a giant warehouse. After getting tired, I manage to get up and into some ventilation ducts, which bend and break open behind me because of my weight.
(this one was really horrid, and eventually I get eaten, because the vent gives way beneath my hands, and I fall into this... well, hoard of dead people. I woke up, and it's 04:06 a.m. and I just couldn't get back to sleep until ~ 07:30 a.m. That day went to hell, because I had to take a lunch nap, and woke up even more tired.)

Dream 3: [15.2.2010, fever dream while being sick] I sit in a living room, watching TV and feeding chicken soup to my daughter, who is ill and is lying in a sofa. The TV is showing news in German, and it has something to do about east Berlin and some local discussion on organic meat production. My daughter asks me what they're saying, since she is too little to know any German. I tell her and jokes on how "other people than her mama is concerned about organic food".

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