Girl crushing

Totally girl crushing on Lykke Li these days. Not really my kind of music. Or maybe it is - I'm not quite sure what "my kind of music" is anymore. Sure isn't anything static and unified, that's for sure. Tonight, it's Lykke Li. Might be my Swedish genes shining through.

Lykke Li - Get Some

Lykke Li - I Follow Rivers

Lykke Li - Dance, Dance, Dance

Never said I was faithful

I'm a notorious cheater when it comes to my various projects. That's how I roll, I suppose. Yesterday I decided that even though I need this blog to be in English, partly to pratice on the language, and partly because my mothertongue doesn't seem to cover all the needs I have in a language - I can't seem to find one language that fits all my needs. There are certain ramblings I feel more comfortable to do in Norwegian. Don't know how long it'll live, don't know how good it'll be. But I'm giviv it a shot all the same. I'm guessing this one's more interesting for Norwegians though, (but google translate is a wizard if you're desperate.)

Well. Click here and it'll take you there. If you're interested.

Little moments

When I turn my head, you've fallen asleep. We were just resting for a while, listening to the whisper of the waves, the chanting of the gulls. Over our heads the sun was scorching, I think about sunscreen for a millisecond, but then I realize I don't give a damn. The air is humming with insects, with the scent of flowers and the occasional breeze that makes the heat bearable. No, scratch that. You make the heat bearable, we make it bearable. The dulled sound of waves lazily hitting the rocks makes it bearable. So I close my eyes and let the gentle unconsciousness of sleep take me away, while your head moves by the rhythm of my breath. You're resting your head on my stomach, I'm rested by the fact that you're with me, and I fall asleep.

In the middle of the sea, there is a heaven

What you see here, is summer perfection. It's tiny islands, it's the sea, and it's the sun. It is the Åland Island, in the western archipelago of Finland. And it's where part of my family comes from. Over the years it's been the base of everything from pirates to munks, fishermen and tourists. It's amazing, and tough at the same time. (When members of your family die out there, you have to dig the grave yourself, ring the bell by your own machine. Do it yourself - or it won't be done.) Sounds like a brutal place, but I can assure you - it's heaven.

Personally, I have my base at an island called Kökar. A unique kind of scent seems to linger there - flowers and dirt, cows and trees. Everything that's good in the summer. While I was out there, I think I mainly lived on a diet based on tea and ice cream, as Finland kicks Norway's ass in the making of ice cream cones and things to put in them. That, and liquorice. Finnish people make some mean liquorice. Ah, there's so much good to say about this place, but I think I'll just let you see the pictures and use your imagination. Do it.

Just like the world is ours

You know it's gonna be a good weekend out, when the first thing you hear upon entering a place is "can I get you ladies a drink?". Gentlemen: that's a great way to start a conversation. And a night.


Another ingenious way to boost a night out, is a game of chess. While dancing, laughing and being a generally wonderful collections of girls, we were suddenly approached by a guy who wanted to play chess with us - and who were we to deny him that pleasure? By the time the doors started closing, we could clap our hands together, giggle and yell "checkmate!". Did he let us win? Sweet mother of kittens, I surely hope so, because I suspect we were awful. Did it boost our confidence up, up and away? Yes, yes, yes. So thank you, chess man, you were awesome. And so was this weekend, yum.

How was yours?

Edit: haha, I love how we appear to be the geekiest bunch of kids ever to hit town.

Obsession

I don't know what triggered it, but lately I've been immensely obsessed with colors. Strong, saturated, acidy colors. In everything I edit or write, listen to or watch, there's always a small part of my brain focusing on rainbows, contrasts, little spatters of paint and indecent saturations. Why? No idea. My brain might be starved on the thing, after solemnly taking in dry theory during my exams. Marx, the bottom of coffee cups, and linguistic psychology from the 70s might not be the most stimulation at that point, now that I look back at it. Could it be the sun, the heat, the holiday? Possibly.



But do I mind, dreaming of seeing everything in tie-dye swirls or pixelated fields of color? Naah. (And while I'm all rambling about color and everything nice, check out the new layout on Sushibird's blog. I mean... yum!)

And the summer days come and go

Hope you're all having a wonderful summer out there, I know I am. Just got back from Finland (or the Åland Islands to be specific), the most wonderful archipelago in Scandinavia. Do I have pictures? Of course! Will I post them? Duh. I'll just have to sort out the bunch first. And the rest of those from China. It's strange how you seem to have all the time in the world, yet never get anything done. It's summer, that's just how life goes at this time of year.



Ah well, I promise I'll be a more disciplined blogger one day soon. But not now. It's a summer night, it's one of my days off, and life's good. Can't spend a night like this stuck inside, all sober and dull, now can I? Toodeloo.