winter time
Why is it that every time we shift our clocks to winter time light dissapears? What psychological effect is behind the feeling that we enter into a zone of greyness, even in the middle of the day?
Happens every time.
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Dilbert-like feeling. Musicstation ok, but inside of me feels strange. i am not really there. happens sometimes. loads of smaller work tasks accomplished, yet a queasy feeling in my guts, approaching storm on the radar. bits and pieces of me not connetced. feel disjointed. hard to shape up and shake out. tiredness, exhaustion, or something else. damned if i know. there-said it.
Travel poison
Yeah, i know, and agree, not an awfully inventive thing to have travel to all the places i’ve never been as one of the first in my 43 things. What can i say? It was early days, and i was playing it safe. Now it serves me as a reminder of times gone by. I even suspect the perverse of the Imp to have machinated this rather contrived wish into my then pristine list. Because, let’s face it, i’m no spring chicken. I’ve been around the blocks couple times now. And it aint all that great, these travels. It is more the idea of travel that allures the unwary couch traveller. The sing-song of faraway. Not that i loath the necessary inconveniences associated with travél. No what i try to dissect here is the results of half baked wishes, whisked too quickly from the oven, and pret-a-porter-offered. It offers a glimpse into a psyche playing by the ear, while careful not to commit too strongly. Ah, yes, this is the heart of the matter. To most, it will seem totally inconspicous though, and therein l
(in)visible
I’m one of those that can feel lonely in the middle of a busy street, on a crowded bus, or in a party full of happyers. I withdraw, close my inner eye (and often write, pitying myself). Or, at least, that used to be me. The more i live, the more i value the feeling of being seen by someone. I think most people feel this way. That, for me to have a good life, i mostly need to be seen, accepted for who i am. I need to see the people around me too. I need to show them my love, to remain curious, open-minded, and generous. But how to look when you deep down feel shy? I have a hard time looking people in the eye, even though that is exactly what i should be doing, if i am to see anything at all. This is something i have not yet figured out. Suggestions, anyone? Anyone? See more progress on: See, and be seen
Fragment, you say? Nonsense, or this is not the Fireside. Quick, before they bring out the dead. Ring the bell. Let it be heard. We have the same taste now. Unsure, I take my usual escape route. I fold my hands in my lap. Like the sound of rustling leaves. Wet earth. Hills of houses. Elaborate doors. We can see no more. That simply would not do.
why russian?
So, why i wanna learn russian? dunno. always wanted to. fascinated me, always. not just as the big neighbour next door, but as something far more. I think it is true we are what we think, that is to say, each language has a different approach, perception and therefore understanding of the world. Not that i think we would find the one solution, or the one language to unite us all, or to explain it all. Languages represent different cultures, and different angles at approaching the world. Yet while that makes me wanna learn all the languages i possible can in my lifetime, some fascinates more than others. For me, these languages are Finnish, Portugese, Italian, Latin, Russian and Japanese/Chinese. And i would really like/enjoy learning to get by, and gradually more, in Russian. Only, i suck, and always did, at grammar. For me, it is all about learning by doing. And, at the moment that does not seem very likely… See more progress on: learn Russian
Everybody's gearing up for the cold season, but we keep being baffled by the temperatures. It's warm folks. The winter coats, gloves, shoes, hats, mittens etc all patiently wait, brought down from storage, but still hidden away. There is a promise of colder times, but then, no, nothing. I for one can't wait until they finally open the skate rinks again and we go playing hockey with our friends and all the kids. Although I will likely have to wait for quite some time yet... Meanwhile i spend my time over at 43 things and learn a lot of new stuff. It's not so bad.
Wake up! September's over! It was the first of October. I heard the waves lapping at my feet. Far away boats were visible. The sand under me felt warm, the sun still radiating heat. Now the water looked clean, inviting. But forbiddingly cold. Happy laughter could be heard form all over. The kids were like crazy. This, an unexpected boon in a usually wet and chilly month. Yes, the trees has shifted and were on fire. And sure enough nights have become colder. But this last day at the beach felt really good. Like a small time capsule of this extraordinay summer we had. Sent like a gift, and enjoyed accordingly. Thank you, someone.