Where to even begin? I’m not entirely sure what else happened in the world in the past week but my life was forever changed. I can’t say that it has all been one big Gerber commercial but I had no idea something so small could make me so happy and complete. To Maxon, thank you for finally making your mark on my world.

Other things I’m thankful for:

Michael, for not being afraid to tackle a dirty diaper. We had to review the process a couple times to ensure that Maxon wasn’t low-riding in his diaper but I think we’ve all got the hang of it. Also for being so on the ball with updating everyone with the latest pictures and videos.

Family, for loving our son so much already that I can feel it all the way from the East Coast. Also to my mother for coming out here and being of such incredible help around the house. I’m sure she’d be more thankful if I would just do as she says.

Dikembe and the Beast, for realizing that there is a new sheriff in town and being patient in waiting for their turn for affection

Prescription-strength ibuprofen and lanolin

Happy Thanksgiving Day Everyone!

But almost standing
There was taller with a head
Had amazing looking
Anyone eyes has seen

Frozen standing I was
He had smile locked
Painfully to almost watch
Standing he was tall

Amazing his structure
Anymore he would be
Off the dreams with
Than in simply years

But same adorable is
Chase, a boy sparkle
My heart him had
Forever till we are

[I don't know if this is what a dadaist poem should look like but it was worth the try]

because then I stop caring about every single thing and nothing will bother me.

Set a record of 4 lessons of driving IN ONE DAY! Very tiring but i feel so happy that I am left with half a lesson of parallel parking! Then 1 review and 3 assessments! Well, that is if I pass each successfully to move on to the next. Anyhow, I am somehow so HAPPY and EXCITED!!!!

Life – what a funny ride, really!

So today, I had work from 9am-2pm. Standard, nothing special about that. Straight afterwards, however, I was scheduled to go for a picnic for a friend’s birthday which was to be immediately followed by a nighttime endeavour for another friend’s day of days. Given I’ve also got work tomorrow morning, and not wanting to lug around all my clothes etc, I decided to just take my things for the evening with me at the start of the day.

2pm arrives, I’m in the changeroom – oh good lord! Embarrassment! Have I brought a pair of mismatched shoes? YES! Are they actually for the same foot, so I can’t wear them even if I wanted to? YES! Ah! Fail! Don’t get me wrong, had they been slightly appropriate, this wouldn’t have been an issue, but there was no way i could wear chunky black solid closed-in shoes with a tight and frilly dress. Not happening.

Alas, an emergency pit stop to Wittner, just across the road was required. Thankfully it was pay day today – not that I was intending on this purchase. Just as I stepped outside, however, new soles on the ground, CRASH! BAM! and pouurrrrrrrr….a thunderstorm! Crazy. And so, in brand new shoes, I ended up soaking wet anyway.

Eventually, I trampsed my way to the picnic (not the greatest break-in mind you) where I spent a lovely afternoon celebrating and eating with my posse, if you will.

And then! The day took another turn!

There is debate over whether facebook on one’s mobile is a good thing. Maybe it was a little antisocial, but come 4-5pm ish, I felt a quick check was in order. Well, wasn’t I glad I did?! Because, a congratulatory message had been posted on my wall, because of this:

http://www.mimco.com.au/Blog.aspx?CategoryId1=90&CategoryName1=Blog

Wahoooo!!! Oh man, what excitement! What joy! Brought a big smile to the face

Life is always unpredictable – today, it gave me a few giggles.

Dette er andre dagen jeg har kommet hjem så tidlig. Nå er jeg ferdig med tentamen i reiseliv så når er det bare norsk, matte og tysk igjen.. Må nok sitte i helgen å jobbe med tysk, men det blir nok ikke før på søndag. Så nå kan jeg for så vidt allerede si at jeg har helg siden vi ikke har noe spesielt på skolen i morgen

Kommer et mer innholdsrikt innlegg senere.

-1 долг. по-прежнему все лениво. почти специально пилю сучок на котором сижу. что ж со мной делать.

Death tugs at my ear and says, “Live, I am coming.” 
-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., poet, novelist, essayist, and physician (1809-1894)

What is the meaning of life? To find a purpose? To fall in love? To create something to leave behind?

How do you measure a successful life? By age reached before death? Possessions accumulated? Relationships built, broken, maintained, restored?

Is the whole point to live so that once we no longer live people will remember us?

I could be a hermit. Find an artsy friend with property and go all Thoreau on the world. Write another Walden. Hang out with nature.

I could travel. Become a rubber tramp, or maybe find a profession that supports road-tripping. Go all Kerouac. Meet whoever the road leads me to.

Or I could do what I do best. People-watch. Live vicariously through the lives of people I know, love, interact with.
I read something yesterday about a good novel making you live several lives while reading it. I realized that is my motive for reading, watching movies/tv shows, and searching for music. I want to live through it.

Sometimes when I longboard (which I’m slowly getting better at) I close my eyes, hold my arms out, and pretend I’m floating. I want to feel like that every day, in everything I’m doing.

There is something very Australian about being blissed out by rain.

I’ve opened up the house to let in the cool breeze and the sound of the raindrops.  I’ve let in the echoing birdsong, too, as a bonus.

I felt grumpy most of the day, because it involved lots of driving which I don’t enjoy, and I was avoiding things.  Finally I sucked it up, and ran all my errands.  Now I’m basking in the rain, the birdsong, and the light of my own accomplishment.

Best of all, there’s a brand new journal on the table, waiting to be cracked open : )

Life lesson:  when I’m grumpy, it’s usually because I feel bad about something I’ve done or haven’t done.  It’s hardly ever about somebody else’s behaviour.

What have you left undone, that’s hanging over you?

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Hvem er kongen av søvnmangel? Hello, that’s me! Hvem kommer seg likevel på skolen? MEE. Jeg er superb, så klart. I natt sovnet jeg fem, så jeg forsov meg til klokken slo åtte. Pepsi Max flasken jeg stavret meg til kl. 6 klarte ikke å holde Ole vekk.. Jeg tror ikke dere ville klart det flere dager på rad! HO HO HO!

Men problemet er jo mørke ringer under øynene. Dere kan sammenligne meg med denne mannen, som er blitt gal. Oppskrift: Seng – søvn + kjemi = crazy banana. Gi meg frankium, jeg er rede!

Framfor alt ser jeg ut som Nicole Ritchie! Hun må nok ha samme problem.

Kl. 20.00 stavret jeg meg ut av huset og inn i blåsten! STORM. Trodde det var rett før Jafs skulle blåse avgårde. Mamma hadde nemlig ikke lyst til å kjøre meg. Så etter at jeg ble snittet av en bil på vei over fotgjengerfeltet sendte jeg henne en koselig melding:

“Hei:). Jeg ble nesten overkjørt av en bil. Det var veldig koselig. Neste gang ligger jeg kanskje død i veikanten . “

Merkelig nok ville hun hente meg da kvelden bød seg frem.

HAHA, gjett hva Stine gjorde i stad? Trodde virkelig jeg skulle le rått og falle oppe i stekepanna. Hun mistet ALT søppelet på gulvet. Ikke papirsøppel, men organisk søppel! Matavfall. HA HA HA. Jeg skulle gjerne ha hjulpet henne med oppryddingen, men tross alt liker ikke jeg å røre ved søppell .

Jo, jeg så nettopp Gagagags nye musikkvideo. Eller, ny og ny – Bad Romance. Er det bare jeg som synes hun ser ut som et  nedslitt toalett? Musikken er jo grei, selv om jeg er noe dritt lei. Det blir litt for sært på en dårlig måte. Og jeg er vanligvis positiv til SÆRT.

Det blir til at du tenker “TAKK GUD, for kosmetiske operasjoner”.

Så jeg kan forsåvidt forstå hvorfor hun har begynt å skjule ansiktet, bak annet enn ENORME solbriller.

Men nå skal jeg droppe å kommentere kjendiser. Det angår tross alt IKKE meg hvorvidt noen stapper duker rundt fjeset.

Herre min hatt, jeg har endt opp t.o.m mer NEGATIV enn vanlig. Sykdom + lite søvn = Dårlig kombo. Jeg har hørt rykter om at personligheten min ikke er så god fra før. Jeg kan da ikke forstå dette.

Jo, gledesnyhet. Sjansen er høy for at jeg flytter ut rundt mars-april tiden. Juhei. Jeg trenger ikke å sende mamma i returpakke til Halden for å få borteboerstipend.

Just another night alone at home. I am not that sad about it though, I injoy a night with poker, and going well – right now nr. 33 out of 62 in a 7500 garantied.

Fuck, then I get KK in big blind…. And everybody folds!!! Sitting and waiting, waiting, as the table is very aggresive… but when I get the Kings, then.. aaahhgggrr “”!!!

40 left – and I am 24… let me double !

Not getting any hands, 27 out of 31 – have to do something now. AND YES… got it.. and now I have the Kings again.. WHAT THE F… – in small blind again, and nobody wants to play. Well now I am no. 12 after doubling before.

17 out of 19… got to do something. doubled, aaaand following up with a raise on QK from 4. position. yeeees, called by chipleader but made a continuation bet… aaaand fold.   now I am 13. out of 18.

Yeeees, tribled – called a double bigblind bet with 10-J suit in 4. position, and flopped a flush… 8 / 13
Still no hands, none, sippp – nada !

FUCK – got AK, Blinds 3000/6000 called 14000 from my bigblind position, flop A, 9, 3 – I am first to act – I am short stack, and go all-in…. and he has… daaa daaaa AA – fuck. Used all night on this, it is 3.47 !!! 95€ winning..

Imorgon kommer bli en underlig dag… Jag märker hur jag blir mer och mer blond och lättmanipulerad till att göra gratis saker… Imorgon ska jag… På manikyr *dramatisk musik*.
Japp, jag ska upp med tuppen eftersom mor och jag ska iväg på manikyr och skaffa plastnaglar och sedan vandra inne i stan medans jag tittar på medans mor gör sig av med en massa pengar. Själv har jag inga pengar förrens tidigast på fredag.

Egentligen är det inge fel på mina naglar, de är faktiskt av ganska bra kvalite, men eftersom det är mors födelsedag går jag med på att göra detta med henne. Får väll bli till att lägga upp en efter-bild sen med, funderar fortfarande på vad för färg jag ska ha dock… En sak är säkert, jag vill ha rundade naglar, tycker inte det är nå snyggt med “Hej, jag är för lat för att fila form på mina naglar så jag kapar dom bara med en sax då och då”. Får börja smörja in mina vinter-händer lite bättre bara så får vi se, vill slippa se ut som en ödla denna vintern med bara O.O

Och btw, dom där blåa byxorna jag har, de är manchester och asfula men så otroligt sköna att ha när man ska vara lat hemma

Have you ever thought about how easy it is to unknown?

And how difficult it on the other hand is to be known?
I am not talking about “known” as in famous, just how much easier it is to say things – do things and so on, if you dont show who you are.
How many times a year, or maybe a month – do YOU think: ” no, I cant do that or say that, what would everybody think!!!” Everybody being, your colleages, friends, family and so on.

Or what about being SEMI´ unknown?

I think Semi unknown, thinking about when you are telling somebody that you love them OR hate them in an SMS, e-mail og though chat.
That is also much easier, but you cant really say what you have on your mind.

Some do say exactly what they have on their mind, but always with risk!

I will use this blog to get everything I have on my mind out in the open, of course with a little camuflage, as I really dont want to lose my girlfriend – although she is difficult sometimes! (see, that felt good allready!)

Nytt rekord för bloggen igen Nu är max antal läsare på ett dygn uppe i 52! Känner mig faktiskt lite stolt över detta, nu måste vi bara komma på ett sätt att fira!

Russian theorist Viktor Shklovsky’s theory of defamiliarization is applied to both art and literature.  Make art object “unfamiliar” or “the making strange of everyday events and objects so that they appear to us in a new light” (Critical Theory: A Graphic Guide by Stuart Sim and Borin Van Loon p. 55).  In other words, as artists, it’s our job to make things difficult, to reject the automatic response, make viewers work and participate so they can prolong the aesthetic experience and develop a deeper perception.  The parallel in literature is Bertolt Brecht’s epic theatre and alienation effect.

http://www.conversationalreading.com/2009/10/on-shklovsky-and-defamiliarization-with-reference-to-the-mezzanine-by-nicholson-baker.html

http://www.jstor.org/pss/1771528

Hej allihoppa!

Skrev ju tidigare idag om att jag mådde dåligt, men mirakulöst nog har det redan blivit bättre så var nog något konstigt efter att jag sov. Kanske var soppan jag gjorde som inte var den bästa eller något… Aja, vem vet. Viktigaste är att det börjat på att släppa nu