ad value to my day

At last! Rain, and time off. The perfect combination. No need to do anything worthwhile and/or adventurous.

Just lie on the sofa, watch funny beer ads on YouTube, and slowly get inebriated.

twitter: stalkers' lane

Twitter, my teenage romance hideaway.

Not many of my friends are on Twitter, and those who are don't seem to use it. Like myself. FaceBook is the bigger thing around here. And it suits me well, because the great thing about Twitter is that you can use it to just lurk around and not have anyone you know making snide comments when you mistakenly "liked" Westlife's fan page.

Obviously, on Twitter I follow sophisticated and interesting pages like GuardianBooks, Amnesty, National Geographic, Lonely Planet... but only for show. Because the real reason I'm there, what I'm pining for...

... is that actor I'm secretly in love with. Please, please let him tweet today! So I can swoon for a while over a lame football comment.

a little green thing missing

Capparis Spinosa, I have missed you!

Woe to me, I have actually not eaten any capers for years. Can't understand why. That mistake is now rectified and I feel like a better person for it.

as I lay dying

Things you ponder the evening before you are due to get your death sentence:

How beautiful the sunset is
Whether to take up smoking
What you didn't do in your life
What you did do in your life
Whether you could eat a sandwich right now or not
The windows that need cleaning
The people that mean something
The stuff that seem meaningless
Whether to start have casual and frequent sex
Whether God cares or not
Which people will show up at your funeral
How unfair life is
The feeling of freedom you suddenly have
The feeling of despair you suddenly have
Whether you should get your hair done before you go to the hospital to die

I didn't get a death sentence at all. Now all I want to do is stop pondering and just get on with living.

teacher, what's my lesson?

"You look pensive."

My former history teacher shows up in the Little Shop of Harmony just as I'm more or less dozing off behind the counter. I blush and am suddenly seventeen again - not in a good way.

But even though you are not seventeen anymore, you learn something new every day from people who inspire you. My teacher did not recognise me the first time we met here in the shop. But after I told him (blushing, as always) that I used to be his student, he makes sure to stop for a little chat every time he comes in. That old school politeness! It is enchanting. I want to be like that - caring even though the person may mean little to me.

I stopped blushing and became even more pensive.

a blood red pool

Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine
Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers
'Til this evening is this morning life is fine

(Jesus Christ Superstar: The Last Supper)

Ascension Day road trip

What I have seen today:

A mouse, the sea, a mosquito trap. And a string of pretty villages: Södra Vallgrund, Replot, Jungsund, Singsby, Karperö.

longing for cobblestones

I live among the wide, wild forests of the north. Where nature has flourished undisturbed since the Earth was born. I can walk out into the woods and soon find myself in a place where perhaps no-one has ever set foot before.

And sometimes all I long for is a medieval castle. To walk on the cobblestones of a town inhabited since ancient times. Any place where  humans have lived for centuries. I want to feel a part of history, and not the history of nature.