Today was, to be honest, a pretty normal day. Nothing important of mentioning. I taped up the chair of the person I’m nisse for AGAIN, but this time I taped some candy to the wheels of it. Unfortunately I didn’t remember to take a picture of it today /: After school I had work, and except for me teasing Morten about the “liver pâté” (leverpostej – funny translation) and his beer, it was boring as hell, just like always. When I got home I heated up some supper from yesterday, because my mum went to a christmas party today, and afterwards I read some blogs. And finally I went for my daily 40 minutes of running! It’s great how I’m no longer tired as hell when I get home, but instead I feel refreshed and satisfied with myself. I’m really glad I started running everyday – it really helps me feel better (:
I am – as ALWAYS – anxiously waiting for august 2010! But I’m also waiting from response from Explorius about my online application – whether they approve of it or not. And I’m seriously looking forward to New Year’s Eve – biiiig party! – and the 2nd of January ‘10 – christmas party with my class, afterwards party! To me it seems like life just gets better and better. I just have the feeling that after New Year, time will begin to pass by really quickly, and I’m starting to realize just how much I’m gonna be missing all of my classmates after I finish “folkeskole” (lit. “elementary school”, grade 0 to 9) forever :’( We’ve been together for 10 years now, and it’ll be really, really weird – not to mention sad! – not to see everything everyday anymore…
We are all cookies from the same batch: it’s just the way it is.
One of my brothers died about the same age as I am now. Two days before my next birthday in January 2010 I will be the same age as him.
This bothers me for some reason. It taunts me. It’s in the back of my mind lately. It’s a regret. It’s there.
Was he my favourite brother? No.
Were we close? No.
Did we have anything in common? Probably a bit of the same humor and most of the genetic material, but not too much else.
Did I really like him? No.
… but I still loved him. ……….. love him.
Looking at this photo I realize that he’s still somewhere in my life … if only represented by a stupid birthday card from 10 years ago on my kitchen wall.
The little boy in the picture holding a banana is captioned with:
“He had only one idea, and that was wrong.“
Benjamin Disraeli
I wish he were still alive and finally happy, but some wishes are bygones … and I’ll let bygones be bygones.
I miss not really liking him.
note: I had a different post to put on tonight, but when I saw this picture, taken by Mr. Pettit a few weeks ago, I knew the other one could wait.
double note: a “bunch” is 6 siblings as defined by me.
triple note: when I look in the mirror I see more of him than all the rest of the rest for some reason. I’m sure my other brothers and sisters think I look most like my mother or my father. I’m not sure … I’ll have to ask them about this.
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notes to myself #79
The older you get the more you actually like your brothers and sisters: they are all cool. … I don’t know how that happens either!
Here are a few random things that you probably never wanted to know but that I am going to tell you anyways:
First of all, I am obsessed with organizing my friends list on Facebook. I have it divided into “Harding Friends,” “Friends I Actually Might Have A Facebook Chat With,” “People I Don’t Want To Talk To,” and “Other Friends.” For some reason, however, even being in the Harding network won’t add you to the automatic Harding Friends list, so I always have to drag them over from “Other Friends” to Harding friends. Except I’ve been doing it for so long that now, it’s only once every week or so that I get to drag friends over into the Harding Friends list. Every time I get to do it, I feel like I’m beating a Super Mario level.
My stomach just growled.
Tonight, I went to a Christmas party at Chelsie and Austen’s apartment where I ate too much puppy chow and we watched Elf and Home Alone, the latter of which I had actually never seen before. Also, there was a cute boy there with a beautiful smile and good eye contact. Now you may ask, in the words of Lisa, “Mmmm, who’s he?” but too bad, you won’t find out, just in case he’s stalking me and is reading my blog… right… now.
In which case I have probably just committed the Great Sin of Terrification. Oh well.
In China, it is legal to have stem cells injected into your bloodstream for various medicinal therapies. However, because no one really understands this techniques, really crazy things have happened, like people having a foot grow out of their back. Just sit there and imagine that.
If I had to choose how to die, I would want to take LSD as I jumped out of an airplane without a parachute. It would fulfill two things I would probably never accomplish without the surety of death following: 1) trying a hallucinogenic drug, and 2) totally conquering my fear of heights, because what better way to conquer something than face it head on?
Oh and here is something special for you all. Since all of this has been really relevant already, and stuff.
I don’t know exactly how it started- but I was suddenly having a light discussion with a co-worker/friend about if the mango I bought yesterday from the market near work was as good as I expected it to be. It wasn’t… and this led to a short ‘conversation’ about good-tasting mangoes. Just going with the flow of that talk, I told him how we used to have a ‘grandfather-aged’ mango tree in the house I grew up in that produced the best mangoes I have ever tasted in life and how we used to watch mangoes falling during the (as some say.. ‘dangerous’) nor’wester storms and waited till it was safe to go out and get those mangoes inside the house.
As you see- I ended up talking about the crazy storm and rain- and, not to mention, the crazy heat of Dhaka- not in so many words probably, but all in one or two sentences. Worth mentioning for your ease of understanding that it hardly ever storms in Melbourne and the rain we get here is… umm… not as wild- and the heat? It’s nothing compared to that of Dhaka… also I don’t see mango trees here, I believe the mangoes we get here come from Queensland or something- it’s much warmer there in Queensland- and much heat is needed for germination of mangoes.
I was not very aware of my words- I swear I was truly discussing mangoes and nothing else, but from the change of expression in his eyes and the smile that followed- did I realize that he noticed; even though I’m thankful that he did not probe. I don’t do very well with sharing.
If there is a chart for the top 10 worst weeks of my life,
this week will definitely be number 1!
It’s only halfway the MST week and I am no different from a Frankenstein already.
Have been sleeping around 4 hours everyday, trying hard to keep my eyes open,
forcing my brain to continue processing…
Oh man, I can’t imagine myself taking the end-of-semester exams.
Being a Frankenstein is bad enough, what can be worse!
Muchas cosas pasan de noche.
De hecho, creo que las mejores cosas pasan de noche.
En particular, esta noche no pasa nada especial, se supone que termino un par de cosas para la u… pero prefiero imaginar que otras grandes cosas pasarán.
Les dejo la canción No One Sleeps When I’m Awake de los suecos The Sounds. Me recuerda a las grandes cosas que pasan de noche…
Christmas In The Heart is Bob Dylan’s 34th studio Album and first of Christmas songs. Recording many traditional songs, despite his Jewish background, Dylan says these were the songs he remembers when he was growing up. The release hit #1 on the Billboard Holiday Chart, #10 on the Rock Chart and #23 overall.
Here Comes Santa Claus—-Ok….this is rather odd…..Dylan sounds even rougher than usual…thge song is bright and shiny in the musical and background sound…then Dylan enters the fray with a voice that is almost scary. This is interesting.
Do You Hear What I Hear?—-This is better, but Dylan really sounds like he needs to clear his throat and gargle…this is not your parent’s Dylan…of course then he would never dream of recording a release of Christmas songs. The music is classic and what you would expect….the voice is almost shockingly frail to me.
Winter Wonderland—-The music is like a vintage Lawrence Welk show…the voice is a run over and abused Burl Ives. It is shocking to me how rough Dylan sounds…perhaps i have not paid enough attention. This is lackluster and almost painful to hear. Am I the only one disappointed?
Hark The Herald Angels Sing—-This is more acceptable to me, as Dylan delivers a performance that is full of emotion and vocal inflection. The music is very quiet, while Bob is clear out front….when he strains for the high notes it is the Dylan I remember…this is very nice.
I’ll Be Home For Christmas—-This is nice…Dylan finds a comfortable and emotive tone and delivers the song exactly as you need it to be when you are alone!!!! Yes…I am alone…ohhhhhI digress. The music is piano and string based and delivers a nice backdrop to the vocal that is so relaxed and comfortable you listen to this one again.
Little Drummer Boy—-Here again, Dylan falls into that familiar nasal that makes you fall in love with his sound all over again. This is wonderfully delivered…the musoic is classic and beautiful…..the voice is emotive and relaxed….first listen I hated this…second listen I like it a little more.
The Christmas Blues—-I’m not crazy about this….the honky tonk sound of the song reminds me of smoky bars where christmas is forgotten…wow…maybe that is the whole purpose of the song….this is kind of nice on second listen. Dylan sounds great.
O Come All Ye Faithful [Adeles Fidelis]—-Funny to hear Dylan sing in a foreign language, but it manages to work for him. He finds a higher register that forces him from the comfortable gravel voice and the result is wonderful!!!! This is a nice rendition when Dylan actually sings…I love this rendition…
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas—-Heavy on the Jazz, Dylan falls into a comfortable range that you can’t get away from. This is remarkably good…I want to run out and by Dylan like crazy just to see everything else there is. I really enjoy his version of this song…just bluesy and jazzy enough to make me swoon.
Must Be Santa—-WHATEVER!!!! This is some huge polka style song that makes no sense what so ever.
Silver Bells—-This for the most part falls flat for me….Dylan is too comfortable at his lower register…when he does not stretch his voice I can only believe that any one can record a record these days. the music track is a nice countrified rendition of the original that really appeals to me, but this for the most part is just bad.
The First Noel—-Even when bolstered by huge waves of background voices, Dylan never manages to catch the true feeling of the song and I am left empty rather than filled with awe. The production of this song…the way the voices strongly contrast with each other is bad…the tone should have been n=more low key and relaxed rather than big and over encompassing.
Christmas Island—-This is some kind of perverted Island style song that does not gel with me at all. This is like an old, very bad Elvis Presley movie…a waste of time and my hearing.
The Christmas Song—-Ohhhhh……this is just bad. I do not like this…I do not like Green Eggs & Ham….Sam I Am……NEXT!!!!!
O Little Town Of Bethlehem—-This falls back into the relaxed and gravelly delivery that Dylan began the release with…by now we are accustomed to it and it is more irritant than novelty. the musical delivery is lush and polished…only the vocal lets you down. Dylan sounds his age and perhaps he should just take all of his money and relax for a while…and quit smoking damn it!!
