so, fotoblogging is fun (and addictive), i really like it. New hobby/artform. And quick replies/comments, unlike textblogging. At least that is how its been for me so far.
Mind you, i am not complaining, this is such an ego thing anyway.
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Ha! Today I bought a useful toy, a scanner. I wanted one for the longest time, ever since the switch to a new motherboard no longer supported my SCSI-card. Ond now i am wandering down memory lane, scanning all those negatives. I tell you, it is amazing what memories they bring back.
Hmmm, a photoblog, perhaps?
hmmm. I don't agree exactly, but partly, Your soul is bound to the Solitary Rose : The Alone.
"When I wake up alone, the shades are still drawn on the cold window pane so they cast their lines on my bed and lines on my face."
The Solitary Rose is associated with loneliness, melancholy, and patience. It is governed by the goddess Merope and its sign is The Sword, or Unrequited Love.
As a Solitary Rose, you may be summed up as a hopeless romantic. You desire love and have so much love to give, but thing just never seem to work out the way you want them to. In life, you can be very optomistic, even when things are gray and nothing works out to your expectations.
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Göteborg is a nice place. Yesterday we had dinner at Göta's, and the food was excellent. Later on I met Erica and Anders, Ella and My. We were couchpotatoing and enjoying it, we kept at it until i fell asleep in the sofa. I was quite tired the day after...
Quite a good visit, i got to see many friends, even though the trip was so short and the seminar programme intense. I did some intense lecturing this time, on the use of First Class and the approaches to flexible learning. Seeing the staff at NFA for a friday morning brunch was also great fun, though sad when we all know that the Academy will close next year. I will miss it, the people there are the meetings that has taken place there over the years.
Nice thing this, though I envy those with more to say. Well, we can't all be like that. A strike for the middle man? Yes, maybe. I find it difficult to put my thoughts into written form in this medium. Takes some getting used to I suppose.
It's a pity I can't figure out how to add images here easily.
Damn, i begin to wonder if i should opt for movable type as a blog tool instead?
They say magnetic sun storms wreaked havoc on telecommunications in Sweden last week. Viruses has blocked much of the e-mail traffic and access to one on the largest providers. People have time to do other things, but seem paralysed when the web isn't working. Talk about vulnerable. And i thought we had these problems only in Finland...
Chatting with a new friend on yahoo we stumbled onto the question of whiskey. Which ones are good, which one the favourite? I said macallan at the moment, it used to be laphroigh. It turned out to be a difficult subject, there are so many good whiskeys. I have a dream of going on a whiskey tour to Scotland and sample some of them. Maybe I will.
Came home from Stockholm last night with the ferry MS Amorella from Stockholm to Turku. As it was Saturday it was obviously crammed with young drunk people. Actually they didn't in the end bother us at all, the boat was so big they were invisible. The problem came at night. I woke up by the rocking of the boat. It went up and down. Up and down. When i fell asleep the weather was calm, when i awoke it was less so. I got scared and started thinking about Estonia, we had seen the memorial only the day before, next to the Wasa museum. The cabin was above car deck, and above water level, but in a maze of corridors with a tricky way to the emergency exits. The kids were sleeping. Should I awake them and get up? Should i get dressed and check the weather situation? No, if i left the cabin it might be worse, i immediately imagined the kids alone in there, trapped. I felt almost paralysed.
I did not sleep much last night.
The boat arrived on time in pouring rain the next morning.