When you’re twenty-two, it can be a very motivating or discouraging time. You watch all your classmates from high school graduate their respective colleges and universities and move on to the next step of education or into a career. You never notice the time move but through those passing by, leaving you far behind to stare on, only realizing you’re wasting yours away when you see them disappear. And it’s not just me. I’ve found it a bewildering time of life for everyone I talked to about it.

Ploki Magnate, mostly Martian but a little bit machine, just turned 22 this year, his birthday exactly 6 months after mine. Already he’d found it a most dynamic episode. He had been living on Eris this past year, striving to get away from home in much the same fashion of my own escape. He’d been much smarter than me about it though, and when he felt his welcome was up he fled from the beaches, volcanoes and roaches, back home to Mars before it was too late. Since returning he’d developed quite a taste for the Fire of Jove, and in effort to do everything better than anyone else, already acquired a legal prescription to use it as medicine. As far as I was concerned, he was living the dream.

Three years ago his older brother, Allan, the yellow-eyed Martian, was just getting over the break-up of a relationship which had occupied the previous four years of his life. He was still trying to come to terms with the bits of his identity left behind in the aftermath, taking up smoking and other vices he had neglected as integral parts of his personality. He spent most of his time at the Gypsy Den or at the local bars, living off the money he’d saved from his last job, which he also recently found himself pleasantly liberated from.

Shayne Lynoir recently graduated from a respectable university on Earth with a degree in chemical biology, two fellowships to pay for her continued education, and an acceptance letter to graduate school at  the University of Mars: Caspian. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed, spandex-clad Earthling then spent an entire summer drinking from the golden cup on Amalthea. By the time my old high school friend had arrived on Mars she had an entirely new outlook and zeal for life, as well as a new favorite pastime. She felt like moving here was one of the best decisions she’d ever made, and in the short while she’d been at UMC, Shayne had already made a ton of new friends, found a band, and requisitioned her sexuality a few times.

When Nymh Amp was this age, she had just given birth to her half-Saturnian, half-Martian daughter, Rei, and motherhood was foreign and strange. As she yearned to find ways of expressing herself as an individual she realized that she was in a topsy-turvy relationship and may be suffering from post partum depression. She resisted doing things that would indelibly identify her as a mother in an attempt to return her life to how it was before. She resumed partying at night and drinking, even during breast-feeding. She wanted to get out of it all, or at least into a more honest life with a more honest companion, at whatever cost.

My own mother, Linn, was my age in the year 2277 and at that point she had been living in Chesapeake all her life. When herbest friend moved to Earth’s southern hemisphere and left her with an empty apartment and a series of dead end jobs, mom realized she wasn‘t really connected to anything in the north. She wanted a change more than anything, and since everyone seemed to need to live somewhere new, she figured Why not? She packed up that summer and moved down to Tekesida to live with her missing roommate.

Sunshine City was a breezy coastal refuge from the Tekesidan humidity, but even then it offered very little harbor from the moisture of the south. There were mosquitoes even worse than those spawned in the swamps near DT, as well as giant, flying cockroaches and many other creepy critters that sent her scrambling for safety on chairs and tabletops. One time she was scared so bad, Jan’s lovi, a local policeman, had to shoot a snake dead before my mother would descend from her perch on the kitchen counter.

Ironically, the only thing they didn’t fear were the giant alligators populating the canals that passed behind their house and wove through the neighborhoods, like so many winding aquatic roads. She and the roommates would feed them marshmallows from a dock suspended just a few inches from their partial-exposed heads, and watched them basking on the earthen banks on the other side, never acknowledging the scaly beasts were capable of climbing the same shore of their backyard.

The year after he would have finished high school, Keret Lane began working for the fire department. My father had walked into city hall with the intention of working on an ambulance initially, but it was required to be experienced as a firefighter first, and as he was just looking to be civil servant to avoid deployment, any job would do. By ‘77 he had completed the required schooling to work as a paramedic, as well as taken a side job as a plumber.

When dad was my age in 2278 he had finally been assigned to his own ambulance and just moved into a new, less squalid unit on the west end of Alexandria. He hardly spent any time in it though, posted full watches at the fire station most of the week and working at the gym 6 or 5 days of the week. When he’d joined the department he’d had a weak physique, not too dissimilar from mine now, and he needed to bulk up so the job couldn’t severely beat him up anymore. If dad had any time off he used it to surf off the outer banks of Carolina.

He said as far as municipal jobs go, it wasn’t too bad. Not quite the thing for people who have issues with authority figures or getting out of bed, but otherwise it was an exciting, and all together satisfying job. It felt good to help, and it gave him plenty of opportunities to do so. It also gave him perspective on life and taught him about what was really important to survival. These experiences made it difficult for my father not to laugh in his customers’ faces while they complained that not being able to swim in their pool was a situation of life and death.

If you were me, you wouldn’t have a satisfying job or be fulfilling the necessary education requirements to get one. You wouldn’t be scurrying to hide from little creatures or trying in earnest to raise one. You wouldn’t be anywhere near reaching what you think of as the Martian Dream or close to achieving any of the other simple dreams you’ve set for yourself. You wouldn’t be very excited about the world changing all about you. You’d be sitting at home wondering what went wrong with your life. You’d be going to shows and feeling ten years older than everyone else around you. You’d be desperately scrapping through social networks to keep old contacts instead of reaching out to find new friends. And you’d be trying to start anew on Mars for the third or fourth time, hoping the fates would treat you a little better this time. You’d be wishing you were hitting a bowl, or cleaning swimming pools, or hitchhiking across the solar system right now. You’d be wishing that you wouldn’t have to wake up to the same violently vulgar bullshit every morning.

It doesn’t matter what planet you‘re from, I think you’d be wishing you were anyone but you, if you were twenty-two.

I know, I know. 2009 is still kicking and screaming and I’m already laying it to rest. Well there is method in my madness. Firstly, I’ve been neglecting this blogging-lark way too much so I need to get going again with something. (I was going to post a treatise on the last two Durutti Column box-sets but just couldn’t quite get motivated to do so). Secondly, I don’t think I have purchases that will arrive before we slam headlong into Christmas so it’s as good a time as any to do this.

I’ve just done a Select-All on my “Last 12 Months Additions” playlist in iTunes and popped the results into Excel. There’s 3845 songs. Don’t know how many albums, but if we take an average of 10 songs per album we’re looking at an album a day in 2009! I won’t be reviewing all of these, but I may post the full listing once I’ve finished the reviews so you get to see my more embarrassing moments too.

So let’s get started.

Christmas 2008 ushered in a new turn-table in the Walsh household. I spent most of the Christmas holidays assembling my new Linn Sondek LP12. I was determined to re-emphasise my commitment to vinyl in 2009 and I needed the correct platform upon which to express myself. I was determined that where possible I would look to vinyl as my primary audio source in 2009. Well, I’d say I’ve been about 20% successful. That’s to say, around 20% of my purchases in 2009 have been vinyl. Luckily, with most of the independent labels they’ve understood the necessity to provide free MP3 downloads which have given me the added benefit of vinyl on my iPod (??). I do think that once you’ve bought either the CD or vinyl version of an artists hard work you should be allowed access to a digital version by default.

Looking at the list I have just created, there are several vinyl gems missing that I have to cover (like the Thom Yorke/Jonny Geenwood 12″), so I’ll probably wrap-up this review with a vinyl dedicated section.

Let’s get moving…..

CSS “Donkey” and No Age “Nouns” were my first two vinyl purchases of 2009. Two hot tips from the Sub Pop stable. No Age play sub-2-minute punk-pop-thrashes, Sonic Youth meets “Land Speed Record” Husker Du with a fun-pop twist. So good I’d buy their follow-up later in the year. CSS were a bit too retro-pop-elctronica for this old git, but enjoyable none-the-less.

Bricolage “Bricolage” a Postcard Records reminiscent release and surprise, surprise the band was from Glasgow. The album was released on Creeping Bent. There were a couple of Postcard-esque releases in 2009, but this one stood out. Certainly worth a look. (Funny, 2009 was a bit of a Postcard year. This album. The Postcard Records documentaries that I watched from the BBC, downloaded of course. Edwyn Collins book. Malcolm Ross and the Low Miffs. A serious Josef K overload in June/July. And Pastels and Tenniscoats – I know, not strictly Postcard, but have definitely carried the torch for quality, independent, Scottish music).

The Factory Records CD Box-Set arrived just after Christmas. It was basically the repackaging of the old “Palatine” box-set. But as slice of musical history it’s a must have. Few record labels have shaped music and youth culture in the way that Factory did. If you’re a Factory completist (like myself) this is a must, and if you’re looking for a place to start your exploration this is a great reference. There’s nothing rare and unusual on this compilation – if you want those elusive b-sides or live tracks take a look at LTM.

From one re-release to another; “Urban Gamelan” by 23 Skidoo. Skidoo are one of the most sampled bands in history (“Coup” specifically). I’d waited for their back catalogue to become available on CD for years and been rewarded when most of it was released on Ronin Records around 2001/2002. These first re-releases certainly eased the wear-and-tear on the original vinyl versions, but it was the re-releases on LTM that I managed to get my hands on some of the rarities. If you want to understand how original Industrial morphed into funk, dance or ambient then add this to your collection. One question though….when will someone reissue all the Fetish back-catalogue, starting with “The Last Testament”? Skidoo does Hawaii 5-0, classic!

Oh, by the way, we’re in February at the moment and my 41st birthday is looming. I updated iTunes with Light Syndicate’s “Last In Line” on Feb 6th, 2009. I’m trying to remember why I bought this, I can’t remember. The Piccadilly Records website (where I bought it from) says “Following in the footsteps of fellow Mancunian melodic prog-metallers Oceansize, Light Syndicate create a sound so layered and dense, you’d need a crowbar to prise it open. The band’s super-tight sound is no more evident than on the album’s instrumental opener “10 Seconds To Live”, it’s tense, protracted build setting up for a ride that’s going to be equal parts thrilling and ass-kicking. Following on from this taut, display of power “Highrise Buildings”, sees a sudden shift of dynamic, with a solo violin line giving way to a song crammed with structural complexities and slow builds, brimming with guitar riffs and vocal hooks. Chris Briden’s soaring, melancholic vocals seem to have graduated from the ’school of post-Jeff Buckley’, at times brushing up against Chris Martin’s most memorable melodies”. Well, I remember thinking that they sounded a lot like Radiohead in places and very prog-rockish in others. Worth a spin, or wait for their second album I’m sure it’ll be where this was supposed to be!

KTL. “IV”. Doom. Gloom. Drone metal and dark ambient. I think you get the picture. It’s great. Turn the lights down low. Close your eyes. Dream of destruction and demonic possession. Classic stuff.

“Merriweather Post Pavillion” Animal Collective. A high point of 2009 and destined for my Top Ten. (Yes I will try to do one). There’s been plenty written about this album this year, so you either already own it or don’t get it. (Digressing partially, check out their performance on the ATP Film – mind blowing). Just buy this. If you hate it – tough luck – if you don’t, congratulations you’ve just entered another phase in musical appreciation.

Mrs. P brought me a gatefold, vinyl version of the Fleet Foxes album from Sydney around this time. Included a download key for the “Sun Giant” EP, so this is where we end Part 1. Feb 7, 2009. Fleet Foxes. Need I say more?

Fuente: Grammophone de Noviembre de 2009
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Artículo sobre la compositora Muriel Herbert (1897-1984) escrito por su hija Claire Tomalin.

“On a Time”, de Muriel Herbert
James Gilchrist (tenor) y David Owen Norris (piano).

Jag suuuuuger på att blogga, jag har lixom inte tid med de. Skolan å alla jobb tar upp min tid… Men nu börjar skolan avta och kurserna börjar se sitt slut med allt vad det innebär. Skönt med ngn veckas paus, men ja ska ta mig igenom matte a boken iofs så de kanske inte blir så mycket vila. Ja ska va hemma ivf!!

Häromdan när ja va ute me vovven så lyfte han på benet å kissa för FÖRSTA gången, de är obeskrivligt vad stolt man blir. Han börjar bli vuxen ju! Så söt han va när han lyfte på sitt lilla ben å kissade. hehe… Men sen har de inte hänt nå mer gång, får se hur lång tid de tar… Jag är en stolt mamma! 3m

Älskling å ja ses lite nu för tiden… Jag jobbar å går i skolan å hon med… De e helt värdelöst, vi är ju vana att va me varandra mycket mer. Men man får försöka se de positiva, vi saknar varandra desto mer ist.

En kurs avslutad nu, den roligaste kursen på denna termin. De känns väldigt skönt och jag är nöjd med betyget. Men det är tack vare dig älskling som jag klarat av det jag gjort, utan dig hade jag inte gjort samma resultat. Du ska ha ett enormt stort tack! All kärlek till dig!

Jag känner mig mer kär än någonsin, hur kan det bara växa och växa? Vårat liv blir bättre från bäst hela tiden, hur är det möjligt? Jag älskar oss, det vi har, är och kommer att bli!

Nu ska ja göra mig redo för skolan å sen jobb, idag ska ja jobba me Henrik. I like! gameboy och gamegirl, here we come!

Bye.

So encouraged each time we head out to Linn Park at the increased involvement, contributions and the crescendo of passion exhibited toward the need. We were able to provide flats of fresh bread to Brother Bryan and countless warm coats for distribution to those who need it most this winter.

Thank you once again for the partnership in providing blankets, gloves, coats, toiletries, water, books, crackers, candy and other items. These little things will likely not change the world but so often we aim for the big things and their left to struggle for the day to day.

I’m so pleased to work with each of you to touch the lives of people in ways that may seem to some as insignificant.

Sometimes these are the things that make the greatest impact.

Randall

• Stereophile: Linn Abandons CD Players.
  After Naim’s HDX (which supposedly presents a superb sound quality) another major (and quite conservative) British high-end audio manufacturer announces a “digital streaming component”. Linn, however, goes further than Naim, claiming that they will abandon CD player production completely, saying that their top of the line DS player outperforms Sondek CD12. I wonder what will it mean for record companies if even audiophiles stop buying CDs. Will we see an iTunes-equivalent selling FLAC files from ECM, HatHhut, Winter&Winter and other good labels?

Welcome to the HAS Group Blog! This blog will incorporate all news and updates on HAS Group (Our commercial side) and Home Automation Systems (Our Home market arm). Along with keeping you up to date on recent developments within our business we will also inform you of any news within the industry itself.

Fuente: Melómano de Noviembre de 2009
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El sello Linn Records acaba de publicar un disco monográfico dedicado al compositor estadounidense Ned Rorem (1923). Es un CD de canciones interpretadas por The Prince Consort, un grupo que forman una soprano, una mezzosoprano, un contratenor, un tenor y un barítono y que acompaña al piano Alisdair Hogarth.

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I had a blast photographing my first senior from Linn high school. Quinton was awesome to photograph and we had a great time. I love being able to use locations with meaning to my clients and we  definitely accomplished that on Quinton’s session shooting at both his high school and his church. Here are two of my favorite images!

En av kollegorna kom att tänka på en del händelser i början av 70-talet – några sommardagar då man helst hade velat vara på Gotland – åtminstone om man var Liv Ullman, som hade skiljt sig från sin norske läkare och just fött dottern Linn.

Problemet var att hennes stora kärlek Ingmar Bergman hade övergivit henne för en ny lusta, ett ungt och störtbegåvat stjärnskott som han satt under sitt magiska dompterande på Dramaten.

Liv Ullman och lilla dottern Linn kunde inte få komma till Fårö för han hade just övertalat sin nya älskarinna att de två skulle åka dit, fullständigt ensamma, bara de två. Inpräntade han allvarligt för den snörvlande Liv, som naturligtvis gick helt i däck.

Varje dag ringde IB till sin nyfödda lilla dotters mor i Oslo och berättade vad han och Malin gjorde och hade gjort under dagen, under kvällen, under natten. Han ringde flera gånger om dagen för att tillfredsställa sina sadistiska lustar.

Med dessa minnen tyckte  vi att det är märkligt att det just blev Linn som “räddade Bergmans Fårö-recidens”.

Verkligheten överträffar som alltid dikten. Ja, gud om man vore journalist.

Fuente: CD Compact de Octubre de 2009
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Last weekend was a full weekend for SJP! One of my favorite shoots of the weekend was with Stacia (a friend of mine from elementary school!). We took Stacia out to one of my favorite locations to try out some new areas and got a lot of great shots!

These are just a few of my favorites.

Ifall någon är intresserad har jag uppdaterat mina sidor – Linn~Rödräv och Rifa ♥. Inte så stor ändring hos Rifa (hon har bara blivit lite äldre och lite tjockare, och så avslöjade jag en hemlighet…) men lite mer på min egen sida.

Robin och jag (på min babylongboard) i somras, Gültzau-udden, hängde med finaste Anna och Krister!

Nu ska jag fixa en liten bild till menyn till höger istället för Kontakt-knappen som finns där. Toodles!

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Update:
Kolla bilden till höger! Strax under texten, ovanför Bloglovin-knappen. Jag råkade sätta den där av misstag, men så matchade den mycket spexigt så den fick stanna. Lucky shot.

Hur kan folk låta bli att lägga till mig på bloglovin nu? Kolla mina puppyeyes bara. Wuahaha!

While primarily known for its Greek food, Astoria is simply an overall Food Mecca.  So many of the restaurants here are well-worth the pilgrimage to Queens.

In my experience, the deeper into Astoria you go (closer to the Ditmars N-train stop), the Greeker it gets.  Being that I’m not so far in, my top is chock full o’ diversity.  One culinary genre of abundance: Japanese.

Disclaimer:  Please note…I don’t eat sushi.  Something about the texture of raw things that I don’t love.  I’ve tried to work on it, but it seems to be permanent.  So take these reviews with a grain of salt (or a drop of soy!).

In a 2-block radius, there are 3 Japaneateries.  They range from GREAT, AVERAGE and HORRIBLE:

LINN RESTAURANT

THE GREAT. The head chef from Masa must’ve shared my love for the outer boroughs, because he defected to Astoria to open up Linn.  This place is a little treasure.  I came here with my parents who are hard-core sushi eaters and they were impressed with the freshness of the fish, the cut (which is almost as important as the freshness) and the selection of authentic Japanese dishes.  The cooked entrees were also very well-prepared, artful and NOT overly saturated in sodium!  Will write a more in-depth review soon.

OSAKA RESTAURANT

THE AVERAGE.  This is a passable Japanese restaurant.  It’s run by a group of Chinese folks.  I haven’t had the pleasure of having their sushi, but my fellow dining mates said it was pretty damn good.  Their entrees are delicious, and they have generous portions for a VERY wallet-friendly price!

IJI RESTAURANT

THE HORROR. This is like being lured by a beautiful book cover, only to find it’s the most disgusting piece of literature you’ve ever read.  Same thing.  It’s easy to be mystified by the pretty red-lit interior.  “It looks so cool – how bad can the food be?”  BAD.  I’m a pretty forgiving diner…I had to SEND BACK my Beef Udon.  The broth was BROWN from beef stock (not the usual golden color it should be from seafood stock).  The beef was just morsels of fat.  And it was SO salty, it was absolutely inedible.

I know this is a very general overview of the 3 restaurants, but if you happen to find yourself in Astoria…the moral of story AVOID IJI!

• Linn Japanese Restaurant

2913 Broadway

Astoria, NY 11106-2954

(718) 204-0097

• Osaka Restaurant

2524 Broadway

New York, NY 11106

(718) 777-2662

• Iji Restaurant

2508 Broadway
Astoria, NY 11106
(718) 728-3381

Shit va underbart de e med espresso maskin, mamma påpekar hela tiden att människor inte förstår skillnaden mellan Nespresso maskin och Espressomaskin men vi har ivf en Espressomaskin. Det tar inte lång stund för än man står där med en kopp kaffe på morgonen å det är helt underbart! *njuter*

Jaha, igår fick vi komma till Olle. Olle är huuur skön som helst, han har cowboyhatt och är bonde. Huset är så himla perfekt, det är stort, väl omhändertaget, på en plats där ingen störs… Det finns hur mycket som helst ja skulle kunna rabbla här men något måste vi spara på.

Dessutom gillar Olle oss, han började skämta med oss tom. han sa att det ingår 2 tim gårdsarbete i veckan så det är väl bara å hjälpa lilla bonden. Vi har garage, vi har ALLT där. Vi började planera allt i huvet igår, de kommer bli sååååå bra så ni anar inte. Detta känns helt hundra!!

Detta kommer bli en bra lör. Japp japp. Det har jag bestämt mig för. Och så är det!

L.

Ja, nå er det endelig snart helg igjen og denne helga kommer til å bli like bra som sist helg. Hurræi. Jeg skal til oslo på shopping sammen med Linn. Det er helgens store høydepunkt altså. Og det blir nok kjempe bra.

Hva skal du i helga?

Siden jeg er langt inne på vitser døgnet rundt, så tror jeg at jeg fortsetter med det lenge. Så her kommer dagens!

Bloomster og bier
En ansvarlig far setter seg ned med sin sønn en dag og spør om han har hørt
om “blomsten og bien”.
“Det vil jeg ikke vite! Lov meg at du ikke sier noe om det!” sier gutten
mens tårene triller nedover kinnet hans.
Faren blir svært forundret, og spør gutten hva som er galt.
“Åh, pappa! Da jeg var 6, ble jeg fortalt at julenissen ikke fantes. Da jeg
fylte 7, fortalte du at påskeharen ikke var virkelig, og da jeg var 8 sa du
at tannfeen bare var oppspinn… og hvis du nå skal fortelle meg at voksne
ikke puler – har jeg virkelig ingenting å leve for!” 

Håper du får en strålende FREDAG og en god helg! Me blogges!

Alltså, detta med kålpuddingen i kylskåpet. Jag erkänner att det va korkat men lilla hjärtat mitt. Nu ska vi INTE kasta sten i det lilla glashuset vi bor i. För dina TOMMA gräddförpackningar som du ALDRIG tar rätt på, dom är ganska enkla att lägga i sopkorgen. (För att nämna EN sak hjärtat mitt)

Tycker inte du ska yttra lilla dig så himla mycket…

Löve ya L.

Jag älskar oss, det vi har, det vi är, det vi planerar, det vi har gjort. Det finns inget jag hellre vill ha än oss, vi är oändliga!

Krank L.

Claire Martin: A Modern Art (Linn AKD 340)
What I really love is that, in a world of folk singers singing slightly bluesy songs, singers who once had a deal with a jazz label now not singing jazz at all, and singers who think singing standards somehow automatically makes them jazz singers, Claire Martin is the real thing: a jazz singer. It matters not what she sings, she makes it jazz because, like a jazz version of Blackpool rock, it goes all the way through.

She covers a wide range of material on this disc, from rareties of the great American songbook (like Rodgers & Hart’s Everything I’ve Got Belongs To You), originals (like the stunning title track written by Claire and MD Laurence Cottle), jazz pop songs (like Fagen & Becker’s Things I Miss The Most, and Michael Franks’ Sunday Morning Here With You), and, most fascinatingly, modern jazz tunes with added lyrics (like EST’s Love Is Real with words by Josh Haden, and Joshua Redman’s Lowercase with words by Mark Winkler).

That Redman track is the place to start if you thought jazz singers were a bit too showbiz and cabaret for you – it’s a storming piece of thoroughly 21st century jazz. In fact that can be said of the whole album. Martin has found a way of making jazz singing a modern art when so much of the time it has retreated into an exercise in nostalgia.

She’s warm and romantic when she wants to be, more muscular in tone and articulation when that’s what’s needed, and is the absolute mistress when it comes to fitting a lot of words into a tricky melody line at speed. And her choice of musicians and bassist Laurence Cottle to arrange and produce the whole affair echoes that same modern spirit. Gareth Williams is on piano, James Maddren  and Chris Dagley share the drum duties, Nigel Hitchcock is on alto and Mark Nightingale on trombone. Phil Robson comes in on guitar and Sola Akingbola adds percussion.

I’ve also lost track of the number of CDs Claire Martin has made for Linn (great recorded sound guaranteed). And this is, I think, the best one yet.

Kõike ei jõua ju õigel ajal kirjutada, mida tahaks. Aga mõni pilt tuleb kummitama. Kevadel Poolas. Ööbime kloostris, dominiiklaste juures. Hommikul peame ülejäänud seltskonnaga kokku saama. Meie ääretult soe võõrustaja, isa Wojcek tuleb oma autoga, et meid, beebit ja reisikraami läbi linna toimetada. Me istume esimest korda Poola pisikeses Fiatis. Selle nimi, fiat, on siin muidugi ülimalt kandva tähendusega. Tõesti, sündigu su tahtmine, muigan, kui ronime sinna sisse nii, et beebi on nägu vastu autoakent, minul on pea laes, vaba ruum (kui preestri süli välja arvata) on täidetud käru, turvahälli ja kottidega. Kes seda autot teab, saab aru, kui ebatõenäoline on, et me sinna sisse ära mahume. Ühesõnaga. Me sõidame. Päike paistab kevadisele Poola linnale, mitte eriti rikkale ega ilusale linnale. Me räägime sellest, mida me usume. Ja keelebarjääri sel puhul muuseas ei ole, kui sama asja usutakse. Ja me sõidame aeglaselt mööda sellest maailmast justkui oleks see pisike putukas järsku soomukiks muutunud. Vasakule jääb hoone, mida katab suur reklaam: Intimissimi. Poolpornograafiline pesureklaam. Kaader on kuidagi Kieslowskilik. Aga meie räägime edasi ja ma saan aru, kui vägev on see, et leidub mehi, kes kõigele vaatamata oma kutsumusele truuks võivad jääda. Auto eesistmel üks oma abielus, teine oma taevases abielus.

Here are some finished edits from the pregnancy shoot I had with my friend Linn last night:

It’s a girl and it will be her second child.