Posted by Sirin on Jul 30, 2010 in
The Feeling,
Thoughts,
reading (Maybe not yet, but it’s never to early to start preparing.)
I would love to be able to convey the feeling I get when listening to Autumn Almanac or … Manic Monday. The feeling that everything’s okay. School and stress is nothing as long as you find time to sit indoors watching the autumn storms through thick windows with a great big cup of tea in one hand and a great big book in the other.
Friday evening, people come together,
hiding from the weather.
About friendship and huddleness and pubs and talking philosophically. It makes you work even harder when you do work, which can only be good.
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And I know. Manic Monday … I don’t choose these songs deliberately, so what can you do, eh?
Tags: autumn, autumn almanac, bangles, book, kinks, manic monday, tea, work
Posted by Sirin on Jun 3, 2010 in
The Feeling Amongst our magnificent and slightly too big rhubarbs, small nettles have made their home. Anyone trying to pick rhubarb quickly gets punished by the local nettle.
Damn you.
Tags: j. m. barrie, nettle, peter pan, rhubarb
Posted by Sirin on May 24, 2010 in
Daily challenges,
The Feeling 
Some days I’m just above everyone and everything. All humans with petty conversation and buses that never arrive on time. I’m above working and singing and conversing because nothing of it is important enough. What is important to remember on such days is to bring a shovel. When your superiority completely takes over do this: dig a hole, jump in it and pound the walls for a couple of hours.
The next day I usually go around in euphoria, just being happy for being alive. Which can be nice in it’s own little way.
Tags: conversation, hole, importance, pounding, superior
Posted by Nora on May 14, 2010 in
Adventures,
The Feeling I can do what I want,
I can go my own roads,
Sing my own song,
dig my own holes,
No one can me what to do,
I can live wild!
But I’m choosing to stay home…
Tags: home, live, me, nora, what I want
Posted by Sirin on Apr 20, 2010 in
The Feeling Monty Python on record and laughing at people saying you have to pour your soul into a blog. Hell, all I do is lying.
That was a lie.
I’m a lumberjack and I’m OK.
That was a lie too.
Not the OK part, though. I’m ok. Just not a lumberjack.
All is fine. The weather is grey save in my chest. The weather inside me is more like a deep burgundy. It’s a nice colour, burgundy. I’m happy that it’s inside me. The weather outside reflects the book beside me (the one I sneek a peek into every now and again, when homework becomes too much), it’s Wuthering Heights by the Emily Brontë. If you’re a Brontë the correct form is “the”.
But this is not important. The point is that I wore socks without tights today. From now on everything is jolly happy.
I’m simply a joyful cookie.
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The picture above is a lie as well. I didn’t take it today, so the stone isn’t so happy today, it looks a bit more … what-are-you-looking-at-punk?-ish. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
Tags: blog, book, burgundy, grey, monty python, Spring, world, wuthering heights
Posted by Sirin on Apr 5, 2010 in
Holidays,
I like,
The Feeling,
Thoughts I went for a two-hour stroll today. The air was so incredibly fresh and the ground behaved in that wonderful way that it does, just after some of the snow, but far from all, has melted. I also managed to get my dress satisfyingly dirty (six inches of mud) and saw the first little coltsfeet of the year. In addition I ran into three deer. They were so beautiful, but their antlers looked big and very sharp so I silently walked away (it broke my heart that a big truck drove by just after and probably scared them away).
As much as I love winter, I must admit that my walk today made me the happiest and most relaxed I’ve been in a long time. And then I thought of this kind of relaxation versus shopping, for instance. I had a lot more fun and felt I got more from walking round fields and along paths than I would’ve gotten from two hours in even the better shops in Oslo (see Grünerløkka). Why is this, I wonder…
And I know why. I’m too romantic to enjoy concrete and shops more than trees and snow (sometimes too much so for my own good). It’s probably good for me being in fresh air rather than the pollution of the city, though. Yet it is a funny …
… it’s a funny thing how we can notice how we change. I haven’t changed much in loving the nature, more, I think, in despising the main paths of shopping-centers and cafés.
Or maybe this is just how I’m feeling today.
Tags: blue sky, coltsfeet, deer, holiday, nature, shoes, shopping, Spring, stroll, sun, winter, word
Posted by Sirin on Mar 24, 2010 in
The Feeling 
I am overcome with a grief and a joy that is no longer my own. It was mine, once, ten years ago. Five years ago. Last year. But now?
Now it isn’t mine even though I can feel it in my every limb.
I believe it is called spring.
Tags: grief, joy, Spring