what if the water is fine?

my most recurring dream scenario over many, many years is of falling into dirty, brackish water that i fear greatly until i'm in it and discover it's not as bad as it looks. every time, i can swim, or touch bottom, or it's much more shallow than it appears and not nearly as muddy as it seems it will be and i don't get stuck and tangled up in those plants. it hit me today from something a colleague said, that we choose our path, balancing precariously on the edge of that nasty-looking water, worrying about falling in or we give ourselves over and jump in and see what it's really like. and there's a very good chance that it's not as bad as it appears. and maybe we make it worse ourselves, for ourselves, by imagining how bad it will be. and trying to make cynical, sarcastic jokes about it. and maybe we should stop that and look for the good. because there is a lot of good. and maybe, just maybe, it will all be ok if we just relax and be grateful and positive and give ourselves over instead of resisting with cynical sarcasm. and by we, i mean me. and it may not be easy, but i'm going to try. just maybe that water is fine.

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linguistic delight - book reviews from prison.

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why mall of america doesn't die.

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please, dear odin, let him run.

monday funday

i was worried all night about the middle of the night uber i'd ordered for sabs to meet her 6 a.m. flight from newark and so i slept very restlessly. i dreamed that i had put regular gas in husband's diesel quashqai. and then i dreamed that i was reaching into a cramped space to lift out what i thought would be a kitten and i found it was a none-too-happy baby possum. scout, who hadn't been around for over a week, chose to meow plaintively at the window at a little after midnight. so when the dulcet tones of husband's north korean telephone (it's a huawei, which, i realize, is chinese, not north korean, but calling it north korean is so much funnier) called out that it was time to wake up, i wasn't ready. it felt like i'd only just gotten to sleep. plus, i didn't want to be in trouble for the gas tank thing. it wasn't the best start to a monday morning, which can be sketchy in and of itself. so i ate chocolate chip cookies for breakfast and made a pot of tea. i went to sit down at my freshly-renovated desk area to get to work and found scout sleeping in my chair. i couldn't possibly disturb him, i mean, what if he never got comfortable again? so i moved the chair over and brought in another one. let sleeping cats lie, they say, right?

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some moron in the white house (there are so many), did not realize this was satire.

african violets

as the fog began to descend on my grandmother, she began to hoard kleenex and african violets. she bought boxes in every shape, color, pattern and size. and the african violets bloomed their little hearts out under special lamps in her basement apartment. and i don't think i really noticed that her mind was slipping, even though i should have been old enough to realize. she still made tea when i came over and 15 kinds of christmas cookies during december and a sunday roast that was so tender it fell apart and didn't need to be cut with a knife. she was still my grandma and i don't recall any of the adults around me ever talking about her plight in my presence. maybe it was just seen as a normal part of the aging process in those days. i do remember her in the nursing home towards the end. how childlike she seemed, how innocent somehow. but how hard it was to visit her and know she didn't recognize me. and what a relief it was in a sense when her time finally came, and she was released from the bondage of the fog. from a life that was no longer a life.

months later, i had a vivid dream of her. we had tea together, using her chinese tea set, that we had used so many times for tea parties in my childhood - dragons on the small cups and saucers, ombre grey to black color on the pot. we laughed and played tea party, just as we always had. and she told me, looking straight into my eyes, that she was ok. and i always felt it as the goodbye i didn't have the chance to have with her fogged-in self. it felt so vivid and real and vital and warm. it really was goodbye and i really think that she was there in my dream - the real, whole essence of her. 

i think i need an african violet.

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a tragic ending to a unusual and artistic life.

lost dream tacos

their eyes are open now. for the most part. the little white one with an orange dot on his head is a bit behind, but he's ahead of the others size-wise, so he's clearly been spending his efforts in other ways. i pinched a nerve or got something out of place in my lower back yesterday, carrying our old B&O stereo. it's very painful and i couldn't get in to see the doctor today (it's the autumn holiday and they're short-staffed), but i can get in tomorrow. so today i've been resting and trying not to do too much bending or twisting or driving, since pushing in the clutch is especially painful. i had a dream that husband tried to drive across a wide body of water where there was no bridge, expecting his car to float. it made it most of the way and only began to sink at the end. then we scrambled ashore and lo and behold, there was this guy there making the most awesome mexican food ever. i was just eating the most delicious chicken taco with charred peppers on top when scout meowed outside the window and woke me up. i've been sad about it ever since and i just can't shake the taste and smell of that food. such a vivid dream. and what with losing that delicious taco and the pain in my back (it's radiating down my left leg in occasional waves), i'm not in the best mood ever. and it strikes me that if people want to hear from me more often, they could let me hear from them more often and not just lurk on facebook. communication is a two way street. this is disjointed, i realize, but waves of back pain will do that to you. and all the cute kittens in the world don't seem to make that better. especially in the face of lost dream tacos.

karl johan and other randomness

it's good to have mushroom hunting friends who call and say, "we've got way too many mushrooms, can you use some?" and then they give you a full 10 liter bucket of beautiful karl johans (aka porcini). i'm thinking mushroom tart. dried mushrooms. maybe with butter and garlic atop a steak.

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i've been branching out in my podcast listening of late. i listened to a few episodes of on being. i can't remember what podcast directed me there. it's deep and explores big, existential questions, but the host, krista tippett is so incredibly pretentious and annoying that i had to delete it from my phone again. i also listened to most of the extant episodes of food52's burnt toast, but didn't subscribe. the hosts are ok, but some of the guests were, again, too pretentious for my tastes (that brooklyn beer guy was downright insufferable). it seems like pretentious doesn't do it for me at the moment. today, via the longform podcast i found my way to another round, a buzzfeed podcast. i'm not that far in, but am already enjoying it. no pretentions, plenty of slang that i'm utterly out of touch with, and funny stories told by hosts who are having a cocktail or two. what's not to like? what are you listening to these days?

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what is the deal with random people who think it's ok to give you unasked for advice? "you should put the link in a different spot on that post." hmm, just because you weren't computer savvy enough to find the highlighted word and click it, isn't my problem. and don't pull "well, i have a mac" shit on me. i. have. a. mac. 

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i dreamed that a tractor pushed husband's car (which was inexplicably a black SUV, rather than the white soccer mom van it is in reality) from in front of our house (which was a different house than our real house, but our house nonetheless), down a hill towards a lake (not our actual lake), where it almost, but didn't quite go in, because it swung around in a wide circle (despite having no driver at the wheel).  and then a raging elephant chased the guy in the tractor, who had for some reason gotten out of the tractor and was on foot, running back towards the house, pursued by said raging elephant. for once, i'm glad a meowing cat that wanted in out of the rain woke me up.

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as counterintuitive as it sounds, i kind of always wanted to be a flight attendant, it's actually kind of a bucket list item for me (if i had a bucket list). and now it seems that delta is looking for danish-speaking flight attendants, so i might even qualify. and here i thought i'd end up working for SAS, which, as we know, stands for Sexy After Sixty. :-)  but perhaps it's not too late and i'm not quite to 60 yet!

the view from sunday night

that yearly crayfish party is awesome. seriously a highlight of the whole year. i love husband's family. there are always great conversations. deep conversations. confessions even, but in the best, most understanding of environments. it cleanses my soul and leaves me feeling less alone. part of a tribe even. in the very best way. it was just what i needed.

there was a creative workshop today in our fantastic new library/kulturhus. it was good, but it wasn't all easy. it had its moments. where i am right now, lacking excess energy due to the waiting, it's hard for me to give space to another person who is in a possibly lifelong energy deficit. it's like those two lacks clash and make one giant black hole that neither of us can climb out of.  and it's not the most pleasant of feelings.

and as workshops often do, they bring you further than you think they have while you're in the midst of it. as i tried to draw the threads together afterwards, i was surprised to find that they did indeed come together. that's a good feeling. it had been too long.

i've had multiple dreams of wolves of late. they keep coming. there are rumors that the wolf has returned to denmark, but this is getting absurd. i did think i saw one a week or so ago in a freshly-harvested field. for real. it was lean and looked wild. but maybe it was just a dog? would i know a wolf i saw one? and why does it keep appearing in my dreams? what does it all mean?

a bit of tuesday random

i woke up feeling rested. i know that i had long, involved dreams (something about trying to drive a vehicle  up steep cliffs of very loose sand), but it feels like they worked out whatever it was that was going on in my head and i'm feeling calm, relaxed and, dare i say, hopeful. something shifted. a good night's sleep will do that for you.

i had some fun playing with my new little friends motorcycle with sidecar last evening. the sun peeked out for a few minutes at the very end of the day, but the air is disturbingly autumnal for july. we haven't had much of a summer at all and i fear that i will really miss it once autumn starts in earnest. it seems the climate really is changing. it grows harder and harder for meteorologists to predict, at least our danish ones, who have reached new levels (depths?) of sucking at their jobs. i swear they can't predict the weather more than about 5 minutes ahead and even then i have my doubts that they ever take a look out the window. seriously, if we all were that bad at our work, the whole world would grind to a halt.

in my zen, peaceful state of mind, i allowed myself a wander around on freunde von freunden, the marvelous berlin-based lifestyle website. and i find myself wanting to live a more artful, creative life. like these so-called urban nomads in hamburg. i wonder, can you be a rural nomad? don't forget to set one of their mixtapes playing in the background while you browse. it'll help keep that zen feeling...

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modigliani's 1911 sketch of anna akhmatova

"And a lady who calls a great painter a suckling pig can hardly enlighten anyone." - from a marvelous 1975 piece (written originally in 1958 & 1964) on modigliani by the great russian poet anna akhmatova. oh, to have lived then, in those heady, artistic, experimental, avant-garde times of the 1910s.

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some good came of all that wind last week - danish wind farms produced 140% of our electricity needs.

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interesting thoughts on the adult coloring book phenomenon.

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must go back to hamburg before the photography triennial ends.
i especially want to see this satellite exhibition.

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reading this makes me want to go back to seattle. soon.

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sleeping with zombies

i read this medium piece on how the past may be holding us back just before bed last night. it must have seeped into my subconscious, because my dreams all night were one long parade of past workplaces. norway, copenhagen, vedbæk, redmond (billund was curiously absent). all filled with zombies. i kid you not. everyone i encountered was blank and stiff and walking through the corridors with a moan, even on the way to lunch. at least they weren't murderous zombies, more like pasty blue, clumsy automatons. in suits. and dreaming those dreams didn't really feel that cathartic. instead, i woke up exhausted somehow and no more clear on the nature of things. i'm not sure that i let go of the past all that much, tho' i did perhaps see those places in a new light. and perhaps the lesson is to stop idealizing them in my head, to stop giving myself over becoming one of those oblivious automatons every single time.

or maybe it's something else entirely. something that i can't yet figure out, but which my unconscious is trying to tell me. what do you think?

on an even keel

i have had the best possible start to my new job. it's a great company. i'm surrounded by creative, motivated people and i have a great boss. there are moments of actual playing nearly every day. and i am surrounded by sources of inspiration. i have been given time and support to read and learn and absorb the information i need to be able to do my job. it is absolutely as you would hope your job would be in every way.

it makes me tired in a different way than i've been tired in a long time. and it also makes me awake and engaged in a way i hadn't been in a long time. the kind of projects i've worked on in recent years have been quite solitary. i find it both energizing and tiring to be around a lot of new people. trying to feel centered in the midst of these often conflicting feelings is an exercise in balance. and i'm not always equally good at it. today, i'm on a kind of high. awake and feeling like it will be hours before i sleep, just like my old patterns (i've been a night owl for some time). other days, i come home and want to go to sleep early because my brain is full and my instinct is to go to sleep and dream to process it all. the brain is wonderful that way. and this evening, it apparently thinks it's best that i stay up and write about it (my usual mode of processing). i've learned that i need to go with it, whichever mode my instincts choose, somehow they know best.

if we listen to ourselves, we do know, at our core, how to stay on an even keel. it's just a matter of tuning in.

30 days of lists: day 22

i don't know if this was the kind of recent dreams they meant (and i do realize it's a bit hard to read). but i had the strangest dream the other night. i was at some western-themed resort with my mom and my sister. for some reason, they had hitched a team of horses to the pickup and horse trailer and were trying to turn them around (why they didn't just drive the pickup was unclear) when they nearly backed it into the large body of water that was right there. my whole life, i've had dreams about falling into water, usually yucky, stagnant water that doesn't turn out to be so bad once i'm in it. it just looked bad before i fell in. when i woke up, the trailer was precariously balancing on the edge and i don't know if it fell in or not.

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i've bought a nikon coolpix p520 for sabin for christmas. i got a good price on it because it had been a display model. to make sure it works, i took my list shots with it today. i don't really know how to control the ISO, but it seems to have chosen an ok one for itself (tho' i have it on aperture priority and it should have been up to me to choose). it's a neat little camera and takes HD video (which is why she wanted it). for me, it's a bit of a frustrating step back, since it doesn't take the shot immediately, but only when it's good and ready. i remember that about my old sony point & shoot, but it's been a long time. you can't see on it that was a display model and it has the full warranty. i'm satisfied it works, so i'll pack it up and she'll be pleased as punch on christmas. and yes, i'm sure she doesn't read my blog, so i haven't spoiled the surprise. i love that what she most wanted for christmas was a camera of her own and tho' i'd have bought her a nikon 3200 if i were choosing, she had done her research and she knew what she wanted, so i got her that. 

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a big thank you to blogger for moving the height and width so that they're next to one another in the html. it makes it so much easier to resize photos!

feverish thoughts and a gratuitous bunny photo

i'm sick. but at least there are bunnies. i tried to fight it all day, but i'm aching all over, my head is incredibly stuffed up and my ears are ringing so loud i asked my family if they could hear it. i had a fitful, feverish nap this afternoon, where i dreamed that husband put our big old giant webster's dictionary outside on a trash pile. i found it flipping in the wind and a bit wet from rain and i was so mad, even after i woke up, that i had to call husband and yell at him. he felt that was a little unfair, pointing out that he couldn't help what was happening over in my dream life. i said, what if that's real life and this is all a dream.

the world i inhabit in my dreams

i dreamed a dream that took place in the most fantastic series of rooms. it was a university, but it was also a labyrinth of themed rooms, packed with details...carved figureheads, like those on the bow of a ship, books, rich fabrics...one room medieval, the next old west, musty libraries and heavy velvet drapes, winding, narrow passages and small, crooked stairways. it was like stepping into a borges story. absolutely fascinating. i felt sad to wake up and a strong and wistful longing to return remains with me on this grey autumn morning.

it's quite amazing to realize that this place that i long for actually exists within my own mind. it is mine and mine alone. and although it was peopled with all sorts of characters, they are also of my own imagining. created by me, to process my thoughts. it's almost overwhelmingly powerful when you think about it. some part of me hopes that i am actually living a parallel life over there. and i definitely hope that this new location will be a recurring one. i want nothing more than to go back there.

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speaking of dreamlike worlds, check out these amazing combined photographs.

they're by a dutch historian named jo hedwig teeuwisse.

if you can't get enough, there are more here.

fragments of dreams

door to another world

i worry sometimes about the world i inhabit in my dreams. about the ways it overlaps with my waking world. and the ways it doesn't. the odd cast of characters that show up over there. some who are thankfully no longer in my waking world and i wonder why they're suddenly in my dream world.  fragments of conversation from this side bleed over onto that side. it's like some kind of weird convergence where master chef meets the ghosts of boyfriends past in downton abbey. it's exhausting at times. i should probably watch less t.v. and stay off facebook.

soul lag

my soul is lagging behind this morning. it stayed over there in the world i inhabit in my dreams. this morning that was a world filled with a very rickety elevator, where the springs of the floor were exposed, and they looked much like the springs of an old bed, tho' it seemed to work just fine. there was also a big tray of cupcakes - filled with jam and cream and frosted in patriotic red, white and blue. and an impending snowmobile trip with a group of strange old men. the lag wasn't helped by a foggy morning. the fog seeming to prolong the fog in my head as i wandered the garden, camera in hand, hoping to somehow capture the soul lag feeling in pixels.

it's left me feeling a not unpleasant feeling of apartness with the world. shifted just a bit. perspective changed. viewing things through the fog. all shapes changed to something other than what they usually are. but they hold a potential which was lurking in them all along, waiting for the fog. and the soul lag.

borgesian dreams

a long time ago, i revealed that most of my dreams take place in a recurring location - a giant mall. i realize it undoubtedly speaks volumes about me that my sleeping life takes place in a mall. however, i'm almost never shopping in my dreams. the mall is really just the setting. and it's enormous. and has many dark, disused parts that are dimly lit by rather spooky blue lighting, but i always know my way. and i can tell you i've spent a lot of time in the vast complex parking structures attached to the mall.

not long ago, i dreamed that i was in a live version of civilization (the computer game) which was, of course, taking place in the mall. i was playing, doing all the things you do in civilization - gathering gold, chopping wood, finding water, hunting animals - in the mall. it was like there was an overlay of the civilization game on top of the features of the mall. and then at times, it would switch and the mall would be on the surface and i had to try to peel up bits and look underneath for the contours of the civilization map, to find the things i needed to find in the game.

and then a very thick book appeared. i couldn't actually tell how many pages it had because it kept renumbering itself. i began paging through and here and there were little pockets or wells or treasure chests, if you will, nestled inside the book. and they were filled with carefully wrapped little objects. i didn't open any of the things, but i seemed to know they contained stones and shells and other found treasures. the book had a soft, red leather binding that invited you to touch it. and ever since, i find myself longing for that book in my waking life.

i've thought a bit about what these dreams might mean, but then i realize that i'm content to just let them be as they are - mappings of my unconscious. but i do really wish i could find a book like that and at times, i admit i want to look under the escalators in a mall to try to get at something that seems more real.

accio morning tea

i'm rereading all seven harry potter books in one big harry potter marathon - shooting for finishing inside of ten days. i think in honor of halloween. i stay up late every evening reading them and if i wake up around 4 a.m. (which i often do), i read some more then. but i think it's affecting my brain. i had the strangest dream that husband fell into the fireplace, but tumbled himself out of it, unharmed, on the other side. that has to be harry potter-induced, what with floo powder and transport via fireplaces and all. but it was the kind of dream where you wake up heart pounding, with a dull headache. not a pleasant way to start the day, i must admit. on the bright side, the day can only get better from here...

need a cup of tea. now where's my wand?

can i go back to bed?

it's raining, grey and dreary out today. sort of a steady, cold drizzle and while i can't really complain since we really rather need some rain, it makes me want to crawl back in bed. the dream i was having right before i woke up still lingers and i'd like to slip back into it. because i was taking some great pictures there, of a couple of old, broken clocks hung high up on a wall in an old, dusty, deserted part of an enormous library. a sort of unending, borgesian library. i left a leather chest there in one of the aisles with some of my camera lenses in it and i was just snapping a few pictures of dusty clocks hanging askew (and i know they were great pictures) and then turning back to the chest when the alarm rudely went off. husband hit snooze and i drifted right back in, but suddenly there was a group there, sort of a tour group, exploring these far reaches of the ancient library, disturbing the dust. because it was a dirt floor this far in. i could sort of see back to the part where there was a golden glow of light and wooden floors and scholarly elderly men moving about in flowing graduation robes or robes like a judge might wear. and i wished that group would go back there and leave me to my dusty clocks and my old leather chest of camera lenses. because i liked it there in the far reaches of the enormous, labyrinthine, old library.

randomness to clear my head*

fitful sleep, filled with nightmares about the environment and global warming, tossing and turning and hearing the alarm even tho' it wasn't ringing. strangely, when i woke up, the bracelet i always wear on my right wrist was on my left one. i don't really remember the dreams exactly, they were disjointed and noisy and colorful yet dark at the same time. there was some kind of planned landing in water (my dreams always involve planes), where we smoothly went under and lodged in the soft bottom of the sea and proceeded calmly to gather our things and get ready to leave the plane as if things were totally normal. at least no wings were sheared off from landing between tall buildings that were simply too close for that--that's what usually happens. and there was something about sabin being missing and me frantically searching for her. i woke up, heart pounding, having to check that she was indeed here, because although disjointed, it was very real. but it was strange to wake up to the life that's going on over here in the (ostensibly) awake world. perhaps i should go to bed before 2 a.m. tonight.

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please check out the wonderful, giving post on how you can help kelaya over on tangobaby. kelaya is a woman who fled an abusive husband together with her three children and because all of the shelters are full, she needs your help. the lovely and talented tangobaby has set up a way for you to do that. because she's just that cool. please go read kelaya's story and do what you can, even if it's only leaving a note of support.

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the poor swedish police, they always seem to have the worst luck. just reading in my newspaper that a 40-year-old swedish count and his 38-year-old girlfriend were brutally shot on tuesday outside his daughter's school in the middle of gamla stan in stockholm. and, as is often the case (remember olof palme and the early days of the anna lindh case, tho' thankfully they eventually solved that one), they have no clue who did it, despite it happening in broad daylight. they brought in some jetset ad exec for questioning (he's friends with the count's ex-wife), but released him again after a few hours.  meanwhile, the count and his girlfriend are in critical condition in a stockholm hospital. 

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interesting:

annual danish military budget: 20 billion danish kroner

amount made by maersk on US military shipping contracts in 2007:
18 billion danish kroner

source: information 

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a few people among my influx of new readers here and those checking out my photostream on flickr have asked me for advice for amateur photographers. ha! imagine that, asking me for photographic advice! i am the most amateur of amateur photographers myself, i'm just fortunate to have access to some good cameras and lenses (nikon, nikon, nikon). and also fortunate to be part of the digital age. when you take a dozen pictures of every subject, one of them is bound to turn out, right?
 

but to be serious for a second, i will say that developing your eye is the best advice i can offer. and carry your camera with you everywhere. everywhere. i take my camera in when i go to the grocery store (that's only partly to do with the fact that it's worth more than my car). i am never, ever without a camera.  and when you do that, you start noticing things...like shadows and light and eyeballs on the trees. 

you also find that you get increasingly fearless in stopping and snapping pictures (i don't do much of that with people, mostly with things, if you take pictures of people, you should ask them if it's ok). you lose your self-consciousness and you get down on your knees to get the right angle, and you stop caring what people might think of that. you may also start carrying a little pouch containing subjects that you photograph in various places.

so my best advice to amateur photographers--take your camera everywhere and be totally fearless. 

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please tell me i did not just hear a CNN weather man say expecially....

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please forgive crappy quality of phone picture

do you ever stand next to such a door on a plane at cruising altitude and feel a nearly irresistible urge to open it? don't worry, i resisted. they were about to come around with cocktails and those great little bowls of posh mixed nuts (no peanuts), so the urge passed.

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and finally, a question: what would your dream job be? it sounds like a weird question to ask in these troubled economic times, but perhaps a bit of creative thinking is warranted these days. what would you most like to do?

*this may become a regular feature. my head seems to need a lot of clearing.

hello 2009

hello 2009. you've treated me pretty well so far. we slept in 'til almost noon, got up, made a leisurely cup of tea and watched a whole lot of television, some of it good (dalziel and pascoe on the channel formerly known as BBC prime) and some of it bad (a completely crappy movie called sky high on channel 5). we went for a walk.  my headache seems to have subsided at last, tho' the cough is hanging on. since 2009 seems to be going ok so far, although i am not much for resolutions, i hereby resolve the following:

1. not to leave pans on the stove until what was in them becomes unrecognizable, no one remembers what it was and they begin to incubate a life form that threatens to take over our kitchen.
2. make sure husband is the one to deal with said pan when i break #1.
3. get rid of this stupid cough.
4. learn chinese so i can find out what's in the medicine my friend marianne gave me yesterday. whatever it is, it tastes really good and there are no disturbing pictures of tigers on the package, so i'm thinking it's ok for me to take another spoonful every couple of hours to try to fulfill #3.
5. let the tea steep long enough. life is too short to drink weak tea.

in sleeping in this morning, i had one of those really vivid dreams. unlike most of my dreams, it did not take place in a mall. i dreamed that i undecorated the christmas tree and put away all of the ornaments. it was such a real dream that i was actually quite shocked to find the tree still standing there in all its decorated glory when i got up. 

it does seem a shame not to leave it up a few more days, but it's clearly weighing heavily on me, or i wouldn't have had the dream. i do love that nordic sun symbol husband made for the top of it. we'll have to save that one for next year too. it's been an excellent tree.

here's wishing you all a lazy, leisurely new year's day.

a new parking structure

a very quick posting for today, since it's been a full day of work. i might have to do my assignment tomorrow when i get home. this evening, as we left our business dinner, we went to my colleague's car in the aker brygge P-hus. we were parked on the "athens" level. as we drove through a positive maze of twists and turns to get to the exit, i realized that this parking structure was definitely going to feature in my mall/parking structure dreams in the near future. it is complex beyond belief, with twists, turns, switchbacks, and narrow parking spaces. i can't find any pictures of it online and i didn't have my camera with me, but i'm not sure that pictures would convey it anyway. i'd need architectural drawings to properly show you what a labyrinth this place is and i couldn't find any of those either. i cannot even imagine what the designers were thinking. people must take wrong turns and bump their cars in there all the time. it's definitely the stuff of nightmares.