Sunday, 29 January 2012

Book of the month- January


Title: Lolita
Author: Vladimir Nabokov
First published: 1955
Rating: 3.5/5

Comment: So I have been interested in reading something Russian for a while, but afraid that it would be dry and too long and complicated. But this one caught my eye and since it is not that old, I thought I'd give it a try. It started out very nice, one gets puzzled by the protagonist and eager to get to know his mind - he is a paedophile. It is very rare and the perspective is certainly interesting. One gets to follow this man through his life and the girl he falls in love with - Lolita. Her real name is Dolores, meaning 'pains' in Spanish. Figure that one out. And the language is certainly creative and not dry at all. However, it is way too long. There is just too detailed descriptions of his everyday life, and after 300 pages of more or less the same message, you just want him to get through with it. Still very well worth a read, in my opinion.

Have you read it? Leave a comment!

Saturday, 28 January 2012

Café review IV

Today I went out to have breakfast and study for a while, so I was looking for a place with wifi. I had walked past café Sockerbit before so I thought I'd check it out.

When it comes to pastries, it looks absolutely brilliant. It's creative, it's home made, it's food for your eyes and sweet tooth. I had a breakfast which was 49 sek (5 €) and included a coffee or tea, sandwich and a little cup of yoghurt and granola (müsli). It was good because it was enough, without leaving you hungry but still fairly cheap. Staff seemed allright and there are nice tables and chairs, quite a few in a pretty small room. Nice music but it is a new and popular place, so it gat pretty filled and loud around noon and I felt like I was wasting their precious space as I occupied a table for about 4 hours... I would love to go back but avoid rush hours! Nice organic fairtrade coffee with one refill, 25 sek (2,5 €).

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Eyes on food and consumption

About doing something for someone else in this harsh world - there is a group in Malmö, Sweden, called Matförmedlingen - the food distribution. They get food thrown out by ab anonymous bakery and grocery store and then distribute it to people. It can for example be given to a shelter for homeless or distributed in the streets, but the main goal is to lessen the waste and show people that our consumption is ridiculous. They have a blog in Swedish that can be found HERE, have a look and get inspired!

Restrict the information flow

I have a pretty decent measurement of when I get too stressed - my hands blossom with rashes. Since this is not only ugly, it is painful, and the only way I've found to actively 'cure' it (I have been to both a Swedish and a Chinese doctor and tried many creams) is not to stress. Very easy for an enthusiastic little bouncy-ball like me. Not.

But one way that I definitely think is worth trying, is restricting my information input. Because the more information I get, especially if I don't get it when I can deal with it, stress me out. in this modern world, we get information ALL the time from all directions, and if I cant organise it, I get a red light blinking Overload. Not good.

So what can I do? Because I want to know things too. The most important thing to do for me was to get an extra email address, and this is where all my newsletters and really interesting things go. I can open it whenever I want, but I don't have to see it all the time. So now, my inbox is limited to mails concerning school, work and friends. Mainly. I know that whatever comes in is directed to me and it is important. If not, I can delete it immediately and unsubscribe from that source.

Another thing which I have to improve is not maintain my inbox open at all times. It's OK to not check my mail all the time. I don't have to be available. And the same goes for Facebook - it turns into a very addictive rape of my time and it is stressing to constantly remain updated about everyone, all the time. I am never alone anymore! The mere thought of it freks me out, and still I choose to live that way.

I was given an Iphone a while ago, which is very useful in many ways. Actually, I like it. But I don't like the idea of always staying connected and always be available. So far I haven't pursued an internet-all-the-time service, meaning I only use it online when I'm somewhere there's wifi. Yes it would be useful to eg. be able to check time tables and maps all the time, but it is an extra cost and I managed without it for 21 years, so I think I'll stay out of it for a little while more.

I was happy when I lived in the mountains of Colombia without electricity. No phone, no internet, no news other than what people who came there told me, which was not much. It allowed me to get to know myself more, to connect spiritually to my inner being and the environment. I miss it, even though I like my current situation too. I just have to learn how to compromise these worlds.

Now, I'm going to log out. I'm going to be alone. Sweet.

Sunday, 15 January 2012

Date a girl...

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

Thank you, R.

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Happy List

I decided to make a list of things that make me happy, because sometimes when it feels shit, well, I need it. And I thought that many of those things are probably things that make you happy too, that could inspire you to star thinking about those elements of your life. Writing, or just reading through the list actually makes me happy without even realising or performing what's on my list, because I remember beautiful things in my life.

Things that make me happy
  1. Smoothies and fresh fruit juice
  2. Learning things above the "common knowledge level" just because I'm interested
  3. Reading good novels and poems
  4. Skype conversations with my man or friends far away
  5. Dumpster diving and finding something tasty
  6. Long breakfast with my mum
  7. Yoga
  8. Travelling, especially by train
  9. Give appreciated gifts
  10. Swimming
  11. The feeling after cleaning up
  12. Get compliments
  13. Good film/TV series
  14. Feeling pretty in my clothes
  15. Beautiful nature
  16. Talking to friends
  17. Cooking for someone
  18. Tasty coffee
  19. Walking in the sun
  20. Running as exercising
  21. Tasty vegan food
  22. Being with my man
  23. Making sprouts grow
  24. Having a good hair day
  25. Sweet text messages, both sending and receiving
  26. Hearing foreign languages
  27. When the ground freezes so that your shoes don't get muddy
  28. Music that matches my emotional estate
  29. Beautiful people
  30. Writing poems or reflections
  31. Couchsurfing
  32. Meeting people that are enthusiastic about something
  33. Successful jokes with strangers
  34. Handing in an essay/exam that I'm proud of
  35. Trams
  36. Watching pictures of friends and travels
  37. Art museums
  38. Concerts
  39. Chocolate
  40. Stage performed poetry
  41. Maps
  42. Dogs
  43. Beautiful/exciting animals in their natural habitat
  44. Learning from criticism
  45. Colourful clothes, especially dresses
  46. Grandma
  47. When people throw their garbage in the right place (generally a bin)
  48. Talking to people on the bus/train, especially cute old ladies
  49. Horses
  50. Comfortable shoes
  51. Speaking Spanish or English
  52. The word Butterfly in different languages
  53. Candles and a cup of tea

I'm gonna make it to 100. How about you?

The Splashy Man

I was talking to one of my friends the other day about swimming as exercising. We both enjoy going to a public bath, get into a tight little piece of fabric and share sweat with innumerable other people in a little gathering of water treated with chemicals. Exercise. Yeah. But the problem we both always have to deal with, is the illogic swimming patterns of others - everyone tries to swim back and forth in a straight line, and since the pool is too small for that, you have to stay focused and try to swim around all the older, generally ranging from chubby to severely obese people that slooowly paddle their way through the water. And there he is:

The Splashy Man
He is at least 60 years old and very fat. Often also covered in large amounts of body hair, except for his head. And h doesn't know how to swim. Hence, he lies on his back and paddles with his arms, splashing and causing tsunami-like waves in the little pool. It is very hard to get around him since he takes up about 95% of the lane, and if you swim in the opposite direction, he is likely to swim into you since he doesn't see where he is going and thus can't swim straight, following his lane.

And this man, you will always find in the public swimming pool. Wherever you are, there will always be a splashing man there. Comforting, isn't it?

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Layout

So, the blog got a little updated with a new wall paper, go 2012. It reminds me of chocolate, and I thought it would give the appearance of being a little less boring than it actually is if I changed it now and then. I'm really not that into webpage construction, and I honesly don't give a fiddlers fart. I just want to write, damn it.

Last Year's Literature

So, here's a list of my accomplished reading of last year. I would say it's about half of what it usually is, I have prioritised differently. Also, reding Vargas Llosa in Spanish took a very long time, being my third language, and I also wasted a lot of time trying to get through a book by García Márquez that I never finished due to it being utterly boring.

Carlos Ruíz Zafón: Vindens skugga
Gabriel García Márquez: Love in the times of cholera
Mario Vargas Llosa: La fiesta del chiv0
Isabel Allende: La suma the los dias
Mitch Albom: The five people you meet in heaven
Frank McCourt: Angela's ashes
Roberto Bolaño: The savage detectives
The Bible, Genesis
Haruki Murakami: Norwegian wood
Jack Kerouac: On the road
Oscar Wilde: The picture of Dorian Gray
Lotta Abrahamsson: Full koll

Interestingly, four of the authors are Latin Americans, and having spent 10 months of last year there, well, you get the point. I wanted to give you a favourite and the bottom mark, but it is very hard! The over all most pleasurable reading was probably Murakami, even though Vargas Llosa (who took me several months) was well worth the effort, top quality literature. Bottom one would be Albom, Allende saved by her absurdity.

I am currently co-writing a literature blog- The Mighty Book Blog. My idea is therefore to publish my book reports there as I finish the books, and then do a Book of the month-review for this blog, not to overwhelm it with literature. Please have a look there and get some reading tips!

And oh, its true what they say - I have a little red noteook where I've written down every book I've read since I was 16 or so, starting with Hamlet. Yay!