Fabulous

Out of the blue - or from Hadsten. Same same.
Gifts - I love the concept. As much as I hate gifts as duty, I love it when it´s not.
It´s not. Saturday evening and suddenly a new groovy tone is added to my life few minutes after recieving an unexpected CD by mail.
Von Daler & Low Pressure. Sonatas En Dub is a Danish tango/reggae project.
It is a gift from the lady who asked me to dance my first Argentine tango.
As then, I now am totally delighted.
Can´t wait for my dancemate to show up.

Temptations

Ooops, I did it again. Got joyfully drunk at lunch. It almost costed a hell lot of money, since I had the lunch close to Moshi Moshi Shoes.
Though I noticed my inclination for falling in love with Marc Jacobs didn´t excactly disapear with a glass of wine, I got away thanks to a snobbish shop girl and I thought the temptation was over so far.
Yeah right.
Another shop got me. Now with a tempting pair of shoes, just in my size, 60% off and an awful pleasant shop owner. Yes, she was so right, they were terrible beautiful and it wasn´t hard to imagine what occasion they would fit.
But again, in last second I was caught up with the last bit of economical moderation by counting the times, where I need a pair of ultra high heels compared to having a practical jacket for the daily bikerides in rain...
Borring bottomline tells me unless I change my dresscode at uni, change my studies from CSS to CBS (Copenhagen Business School) or increase the number of dining dates in town, they remain at the nice-to-have-list.
I left the shop.

At home a cleaning duty was waiting at the dormitory.. It took a quite a while today. I was carried away by the view, a phonecall and the fact, that I actually live with marble pills in my livingroom. Marvelous. I started photografing instead of cleaning.

And dreaming about dancing instead of washing the floor...
But as with Marc J & co. I resisted temptation. Now the only challenge left for today is to figure out, why part of this post is underscored?
I give up. An early working saturday in the kitchen is waiting far too soon.

Magnanimity

My words are too big for this blog tonight.
Had a wonderful day. My expectations were exceeded.
Maybe it started by waking up very early, taking a slow ride on my bike to the collective for a coffee before work.
Or maybe it was the impulsive lunchbreak from work, inviting my best friend for birthday-sushi. Anyhow it certainly was there, when we drunked with the subtle mixture of joy, tears and rosé left the restaurant greeting Teitur, half laughing half puzzled by his date, who asked if she could have the leftovers from our dish.
Our magnanimity had no limits - we served her the rest of our seaweed salat and went back to work.
The evening went on with hot chocholate, birthday buns, a lot of children, sunshine, chestnuts.
I was the last to leave.
Happy ending.

Odd desires

The sea was amazing this morning. My tiny sleepy eyes were tickled by the shimmering water and my breath got into my toes. Let the day begin.
It is one of these days where cleaning the fridge, picking flowers and even cleaning the floor, washing away my neighbours 2 weeks old sticky party-leftovers is attractive to do.
However my to-do-list requests a study of Problem solving - Puzzles, Insights, and Expertise.
Appart from dreaming about cleaning or reading slow russian classics, the good news is, that I actually got through parts of the task of this week this morning.
Soon I´ll be rewarded by allowing myself an hour of cleaning accompanied by loud Lulu Rouge - and then coffee and writing an old-school letter for my best friend.

Damn right

Worst is to prove right
when all you want is to be wrong

Simplicity

Today I was labeled ”simple”.
An old friend came by while I was surrounded by clusters of fresh French rouge garlic, autum bliss raspberries harvested in the morning, deep purple figs, Fillipa apples and you name all the stuff, that delights me at my absolute favourite greengrocer´s shop Kong Gulerod.
I spend this saturday behind the counter for free and for fun, enjoying for a while to be princess back in business again.How are you, he asked? The answer was sparkling eyes and laughter.
Dear, you´re a simple girl, he said shaking his head at me with a smile.
Yes. These moments are simple. All questions and moods are wiped out, left is raw life. Not the scary version, but a version scented with hosts of Vietnamese coriander, Thai basil, soil and Vanilla, working as a source of life right into my veins.
Simple.
And severe. I want the best.
And I want the world to want it too! That´s the lesson of today, which also tought me how I hate, when the world can´t see, what I can see.
Or when the world is satisfied with less.

Why settle with out-of-season-strawberries from Chile, when there is autum-bliss-raspberries harvested in the morning with a taste of late summer to get right in front of you?
The question for me to be answered is, if I will learn to settle for less...

Reason

Parttime enjoying a slow morning with coffee and croisants in bed and parttime being studious wrestling with The use of logic in reasoning research.
My assumed basic logical competance unfolds itself reasoning, that a sky blue and September-high should be spend at my bench at the harbour.
I´m not sure, if it´s an invalid inference to the rule.
What is valid and what is not? Will there be times, where passion and reason join hands?
Today might be a convenient opportunity to try it out.

Faces

Being auntie is best and best are these sparkling moments just before bedtime.
According to my nephew, best at the moment is my cameraphone. Best would be, if we could snap photoes of us making faces all the time.
The rule of the game is clear: each have in turn the right to decide which grimace everyone should do for next photo.
That´s how grandmum is prevented from saying, we are not allowed to stick our tongues out or look very bad. When it´s her turn, she is free to direct everyone to look like the kids of her dreams.
That´s the best.
Having these photosessions reveals interesting developmental changes from christmas till now - while my nephew still wants to be in front all the time making the scariest faces, my niece has gone into the "I want to look pretty and nice/model-like"-age. Untill recent she was the best in making nasty faces, but now the scene has changed.
Best is the fact, that he is too young and I´m too old not to enjoy the time for sticking our tongues out on the world being as ugly as we can.



That nobody is too old for reading stories, hugging and kissing till we sleep -
that´s the best.

Sleepwalker

While sleeping, it seemed as though I during the night had been preparing for a long wintersleep. Under a heavy blanket and my duvet I found my self dressed in a house coat, a pyjamas and a scarf. But as I looked out of my winter lair, it wasn´t springtime but just a new September morning, and I faced the fact that winter sleep is not an option for humans.

Ugh.

What to do.....except from inviting for an opening of the winter season, celebrating the coldness of the sea and the heat of the sauna.
The season will begin tonight with a swim in Øresund followed by the sauna.
Welcome!

GPS

Lesson I: If you don´t rely on god - order a taxi. In Århus most of them are Mercedes Benz!

Lesson II: If you rely on taxi drivers to find the way, you should rather rely on GPS.

So I did and went for my longest taxi ride to reach the wedding of a friend.
I thought GPS was the answer, so I leaned back. But no.
5 minutes to "bride enters the church-time", I found myself in the middle of nowhere with a nervous swearing, sweating taxi driver, desperately looking at a map with absolutely no abillity to read it.

Lesson III: If you rely on GPS, better be sure there is one, or bring your inner scout girl just in case.

I found her and captured the map and the leadership, and got in to the church just in time, where one of my old study-mates from Theology apparently did rely more on god, since he was dressed in black and mild authority - being the pastor to marry my friends.
Sitting there singing from a hymnbook for weak-sighted in a pitch for ultra-sopranos I was moved by the grace of the moment, which was apparent in the air, in the eyes and in words.
The speech was spot on - he did it well. Wine and love. That´s what it´s all about.
Amen.
..and then a touch of Jesus and the wine never comes to an end...

Lesson IIII: Thank god I´m not in his shoes.

Oh lord, won´t you buy me a Mercedes Benz...

It´s one of those days.... where a friend goes from miss to mrs, and a car and a cheering-up-companion go from my nice to have-list to my need to have-list (unfortunately without effect).
Labels for this post/day could be:
lots of love
high heels
short skirt
stormy wind
heavy bag/heart
church beyond puplic transport reach

God how I wish things to be different today.

Wanted..

Coping II

Speaking about coping, baking pancakes to the kids at the children´s home is far the most effective strategy seen today. It´s convenient and lucky to have a job, where I almost with pleassure wake up at 05. And it definitely is a pleassure and worth all the work to hear the cheers from the kids in the kitchen door, when asking for the menu of today.
That´s the best.

Best of today´s menu wasn´t pancakes as expected, though it was with blackberries, three-coloured icecream and chocolate.
According to my favorit curly head in the crowd,
this sunday dinner was
just like eating at a real restaurant!
- all because of some in-last-minute-roasted pumpkin seeds.
Eating at real restaurants is the best when you are 5.
Taking a 5 year old heart breaker there today
That´s the best.

Coping

Somebody left this "Cockpit cleaning" at the empty Bellevue Beach this evening.
Could it be an unknown coping strategy?
I grabbed it, just in case.

Wonderland

When it comes to shopping I might have a tendency sometimes to loose my mind. But when it comes to victuals, I have a spine as a vertebrate. Especially in September, where Denmark temporarily turns into a wonderland.
Today I was carried away by Victoria Plums, Clara Friis pears and my absolute early-apple-favorite Discovery.
What a bliss!
No wonder Adam was tempted...

Convenient Cognitions

Today it´s enough for me to know, that I make my decisions and judgements after som mental models, and I don´t care about exactly wich mathematical formulas and hypotheses my cognitions can be described by.
What I love about my wonderful brain is the ability to offer me valid information in my decisionmaking even though I might never really get the mysterious cognitive processing.
This morning for example it supplied me with a huge amount of reasons for not studying Cognitive Psychology today.
The data provided was clear and reliable, so the decision was easy.
Aaaah.

Another thing I love about my brain is the never failing ability to get me through exams anyway.
Lucky me.