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Best thing all week … ... was when my housemate revealed this afternoon that she'd gotten hold of a new vacuum cleaner (since our other housemate took the last one with her when she moved out a couple of weeks ago), and I finally could vacuum my room. The now at least clean-looking floor (you never know how clean it really is with these carpets) might just be the prettiest thing I've seen all week (not counting David Tennant on the computer screen). And I guess that says a thing or two about my week ... I have a cold that, though it isn't absolutely horrible, just won't let go of me, and haven't been able to attend choir in two weeks, and Lucy's off in another office since the staff there are away for all of November, and it's cold and dark. That's been my week. And the week before that, too. I'm in quite a miserable mood. But daddy is coming to visit me in December! Until then, I'll just rely, if not on my doctor to keep me healthy, then at least on The Doctor to keep me smiling. 'What do you mean, "Doctor"? Doctor Who?'This is why I love David Tennant. Oh yes. Pure comic genious. The way his eyebrows nearly flies off his face. I laughed so bad I nearly cried.
 "Ooh, he's slim - and a little bit foxy ...!"
HöststormarI torsdags regnade det så vi trodde att nån stod med en vattenslang utanför fönstret. Idag blåste det så det dundrade runt knutarna. Vintern ligger i luften. Någon har fått ett mejl för mycket ...I min inkorg kom det idag nerdimpandes ett mejl med titeln "Dumskallar!" där avsändaren uppmanade folk att för i jössse namn sluta skicka runt mejl med texten "Hej det här är Bill & Bull från MSN, vi ska stänga ner messenger för att det finns för få adresser kvar, om du vill fortsätta använda messenger så skicka vidare det här mejlet till alla dina kontakter". Avsändaren påpekade att det aldrig, aldrig, aldrig kommer att ta slut på möjliga msn-adresser. Varianterna är i det närmaste oändliga. Jag har själv länge stört mig på fullständiga bristen på SBF* i de här mejlen, och har också ibland velat svara på dem och påpeka:
Ja, ni märker ju att jag irriterat mig en del på det här. Däremot har jag aldrig flippat ut fullt så mycket över det hela som den här killen:
Mejlet jag fick (i original i betydligt större teckenstorlek):
"VILKEN DATAKAPASITET TROR NI INTE ATT DET KRÄVS FÖR ATT RÄKNA UT ATT DET BARA FINNS ~600 MÖJLIGA ANVÄNDAR NAMN LEDIGA?! HUR JÄVLA MÅNGA TANGENTER FINNS DET INTE PÅ ETT TANGENTBORD?! DET FINNS FANSHELVETTE MILJARDERS OLIKA KOMBINATIONER!!! O SLUTA SKICKA JÄVLA SPAM TILL MIG!" Varianten av kedjemejlet som för tillfället cirkulerar:
"Hey,
Det är Andy och John, MSN:s grundläggare, Vi beklagar att vi stör, men vi håller på att stänga msn. Detta är pga. att så många oförstående människor använder alla våra användarnamn. Vi har bara plats till 578 användare kvar. Om du vill STÄNGA din msn användare SICKA INTE DETTA MAIL VIDARE Om du vill BEHÅLLA din msn SKICKA VIDARE DETTA MAIL TILL ALLA DINA KONTAKTER! Detta är inte en dum vits, vi menar allvar, vi stänger användaren! Du som inte skickar vidare denna mail kommer att få betala 10.00 £ för fortsatt använding." *SBF = Sunt BondFörnuft En mycket bra uppfinning. HalloweenIt's Halloween this weekend. Since you need a code to get into our garden, I suppose I shan't be seeing any children go trick-or-treating unless I leave the grounds, so I intend on doing just that tomorrow. And maybe go and see 'Coraline', which is back on cinemas for this weekend only. But it's on at 11 am, so I shall have to go to sleep now ...
"They light their pumpkins now, they put their costumes on
Parade through the pouring rain October's passing by, a marathon of skeletons Nobody here knows my name I wear no silvercoat or devilhorns
On this night when they say dead become alive Oh I, I've got no party to go to" - Marit Bergman, No Party Less Body, More Soul - of Books and Ice Cream"Less Body, More Soul" is what it says on B&J's new frozen youghurt-versions of old flavours. Had "Phish Food" today and it was really good. (Apparently, Strawberry Cheesecake should be available in youghurt-form as well, but sadly not in my store.
 )Tasted like ordinary ice-cream to me, if perhaps a little less creamy. But that's not necessarily a bad thing, if you ask me. So, if you're going to give in to temptation, now you can at least take the slightly less unhealthy road.
Oooh, and I finished "The Code of The Woosters" today as well, wonderful little book that. I shall miss Jeeves and Wooster a bit. Good thing then, that I have the rest of my Everyman's Library Anthology to look forward to. But first I think I shall finish another collection of works of another truly great author. Torgny Lindgrens "Nåden har ingen lag". I've been wanting to reread "Pölsan" since I first read it three years ago, and now I can only hope that it will not let me down. I have to say, I can't really see how it possibly could. This is one of those "if you're only going to read five books in your entire lifetime" things. I think Nåden har ingen lag and Norrlands Akvavit might just be two of those five.
The Author Himself
Speaking of! Five books you'd bring if you had to spend the rest of your life on a desert island. Or in a prison cell, or whatnot. You get the point.
Right now, my list would be:
Needless to say, I really recommend all these books. On the RadioTonight and tonight only, 21:30 swedish time, P3 Live will send Håkan Hellströms gig from Roskilde 4/7 this summer. Yay!
I, however, will be going to a taizeprayer this evening, and sing taizesongs instead. ( ) So I'll have to catch up on the SR webbradio later. Wonderful invention, that. Oops, I did it again!Ok, first of, I know that is a horrid headline and it sends shivers down your spine. (But it made you look didn't it?) But since the last time I blogged about this the headline was "OMG, I actually did it!" it just seemed ... well, you know when there's a joke just hanging in the air, and it's a really bad joke, and it is not your sense of humour, but, damnit, someone has to say it ? This was one of those. Okay, now that we've sorted that out, we can move on to what it is I've done. Again. Which would be written fanfic. Merlin this time. Again, I feel equal parts shame and pride. A bit more pride this time though. Partly because it's not slash this time (if you don't understand I don't want to explain) and partly because it was a long time since I wrote anything even half this long, ages since I wrote something complete and quite a while since I had that flow of inspiration. So basically I'm just bouncing up and down right now chanting: "I have created something, I have created something!". Yeah, that's probably this godforsaken hour again ... I'm going to bed as soon as I've finished this, I promise! So, if you've watched Merlin, feel free to read this. (If you haven't, there really isn't much point.) But beware that this takes place during season two, ergo it contains some spoilers and might be a bit confusing for those who've not seen the episode in question (sorry Elin). The Once and Future Prat Bellman - Sjuttonde balladen[Det här, mina vänner, är poesi!]
Det kostar på att hålla fred, Gud vet / med den som tigger mig att jag skall sjunga
och smickrar mig inför en allmännhet / men mördar mig i lönndom med sin tunga Det kostar på att dricka av hans vin / med tvekan fattar jag det fyllda glaset Han skryter med att han betalt kalaset / och kallar mig bak´ ryggen för ett svin. Men jag har råd, du gamle lurifax / och Ni, min nådiga med allt ert pladder
se, jag har råd att sjunga för er strax / med poesi besvarar jag ert sladder Med gudar dricker jag för edert väl / och lockar fredens ängel ned i gruset sen jag er visat, vem som tålde ruset / och sagt er sanningen och frälst min själ Ty sanningen gör gott, och det är sant / att om i detta land man bryter seden
och inte ständigt kacklar likadant / som alla andra kycklingar i reden men går sin egen väg, med stort besvär / förgäter fulheten för allt det sköna så kacklar alltid någon gammal höna / om hur förfärligt lättsinnig man är Men kackla ni i morgon - just i dag / när jag har ordet, vill jag hellre gala
Kuckeliku! Mitt herrskap, till behag / för er har jag satt livet på det hala Tänk mer på glädjen än på gods och gull / ty någon skall fördriva tråkigheten om ryktet ock skall gå till evigheten / att jag har sjungit för att jag var full Jag står här ensam, fast i lustigt lag / nåväl, med rätt, ty själv min väg jag väljer och målet ser jag tydligt, dag från dag / långt bortom dessa flaskor och buteljer Och just vid dessa silversträngars drill / en röst mig når, som hörs blott av poeter jag glömmer därvi alla små förtreter / och dricker stolt min ädla sångmö till ! Music, maestro!I'm something of a discophile. I don't collect LP's, but for a 23 year old, I am awfully stuck to the old format of compact disc albums, not at all embracing the digital era. But of course, bringing all my CD's across the sea wasn't really an option. So I downloaded all the music I own onto my laptop. With all that music so easy to reach, I find myself listening to albums that have been left to collect dust for years.
When I began to plan this blog entry, I meant it to be about Cornelis Vreeswijk, whom I'm coming back to after years of thinking him a bit too crude. Now though, I will simply recommend that you listen to his Bellman interpretations (17:e balladen särskilt) and leave that subject. Because what I want to tell you about now, is the first CD I ever owned. It has been abandoned and forgotten, for years and years, but never given away. It was given to me way back in, most likely, 1997, by my grandmother. I had wished for a CD with classical music. It seems very strange to me today, since I eventually turned out a rock girl, but such was my wish; before I discovered my first idols ABBA and Beatles, long before Bruce Springsteen and Alanis Morissette, what feels like a lifetime before Håkan Hellström and Rufus Wainwright, I unwrapped a collection of classical music and played it on my parents' stereo - since I didn't have one of my own.
And listening to it today, I find myself recognizing every tune, every stroke of the violins, every key pressed on the pianos. Mozart, Shubert, Samuel Barber and Alessandro Marcello; all these composers' works, that I obviously must have listened to time and time again all those years ago when I was someone else, stir the same emotions in me now as they did then; as powerful as any modern pop or rock record ever has. I usually give ABBA the credit for being the start of my long, loving relationship with music, or the times when I would hear my mother play songs by Cornelis or Lalla Hanson on the guitar. ("Jag tog upp ett munspel ur min tomma, slitna ficka, och jag blåste trött när Anna sjöng en blues" is perhaps the first single line of lyric that I fell utterly in love with. It was stuck in my head for years before I found a recording of the song. I still think of my mum playing guitar when I hear it, even though I haven't seen her play since I was a child.)
But sitting here typing this, with soft piano music by Erik Satie sounding in my headset, I send a grateful thought to my dear late grandma, without whom I might have never had an appreciation for the sheer beauty of music - not confined to three minute hitsongs, however great, or just as melodies to clever, heart wrenching lyrics, or even as songs to sing together in choir, at campfires or with mum in the living room - but music in and of itself.
Så, tack för CD:n, mormor. Jag gillar den verkligen. |
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