I'm thinking now how I write inversly proportionally to how I feel. So these rare and spartan posts are a good thing. It's always easier to whine than to make happy statements.
I had a good weekend. Friday there was the dissertation of a collegue followed by a hoe-down in her honor at the smålands nation (note: the nations are the student unions here i Uppsala..). A generally good night ending rather early. Some very impressive speeches and some nice people, most of whom I know already cuz I work with them every blessed day.
Then saturday came and I had to rush down town to remove a photo exhibit because the Norrlands Nation (see previous note) was using the localities for a disco and they didn't want to risk destroying our fabulous work.
Saturday night I went, like last saty, to my friend I's apartment and cooked along with him a nice little dinner for 10 nice little people. Subsequently I had a great night. Lot of talk about photo, music, politics, education, food and maybe something else not as fascinating. It was really excellent, since I tend to judge the quality of a night by the amount of intelligent conversation that I manage to extract. This night was a long line of good banter, also spanning an emotional range from humour to frustration.
I know. I can feel that this isn't really that interesting, but then again it can't always be.
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I am in advent, even though it's febuary. My camera is letting me wait, apparently being delivered by horse carriage from the nikon factory in japan (?). This is one of the reasons I am sort of in a conservative state, my energy being rationed and stock-piled for that precious day when I get my hands on it's magnesium-alloyed shell. I have some Ideas for photo-projects. Possible names are "Climbing up walls" and "Stop that, my hands are dirty".
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And my baby, my sweet One and Only has been gone half the weekend and sleeping/working the other half. So now I feel half. Thank Javeh there's such a thing as reveries and fantasies. -
Oh great. bedtime and I'm hungry again.
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Have read this weekend the comic "David Boring" by the guy who made comic "Ghost World". Good. Very good. Worded with precision.
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Now I may try to sleep and maybe try to read. I have to, simply have to, get back on that horse/bike that is reading. I used to (can't remeber when.. ) read constantly, every night before I went to bed and more than that. I could have several novels going at once without problem. But now I am usually struck with an annoying mix of fatigue and stress as I go to bed, thinking I'm to tired to read and besides, I better get to sleep if I'm gonna be able to get up in the morning. Time to take up that fight.
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Regina Spektor went quickly from being illusively impressive to being solidly fantastic. I've listened to her album Soviet Kitsch 5-10 times this weekend. over and over. Back to back. Great songs are "Ode to divorce", "Ghost of Corporate Future", "Chemo Limo" and the previouisly mentioned "Your Honor". Will order her CD imminently.
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CSN want their money back. Fcuk.
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Now, bedtime passed, I bid you farewell.
