Tap is Terrific

Are you one of those people who buy bottled water every time you need something to drink, or who reuses the plastic bottles you get when you buy water? I'm one of the latter. Did you know that bottled water have more bacterias than tap water here in Norway? It doesn't exceed the legal amount, but if you don't clean the bottles you reuse, then the amount of coliform bactarias can become quite big. On top of that it has been known that some plastic bottles leach chemicals. There is no problem in reusing plastic bottles, but you have to wash them, and you have to buy a new one after a while. To clean plastic bottles is not the easiest thing, and to buy a new plastic bottle each time the other is getting old becomes quite expencive. So why not buy a bottle that you can clean properly, and that you can reuse how many time you want?



The reason I write this is because I recieved this glass bottle in the mail today. It is from Faucet Face, bought from modcloth, and I love it! I have to add that by buying this bottle from Faucet Face you provide around 100 liters of clean water to a family in India (read more here). So, it's not only you who get cleaner water, but other people as well. I know this sounds like a commercial, but while it's not really a commercial for modcloth or Faucet Face, it's more like a commercial for tap water. If you live in a county like Norway, tap water is just as good (if not better) than the bottled water you can buy in the store. It's cheaper, it's healther, it taste nicer, and its better for the environment; The transport of bottled water causes a great amount of CO2, and in many countries the plastic bottles fills up the landfills. On top of that: many bottles find its way into the ocean and can have an impact on the wildelife as well. So, doesn't tap water sound much better? Just remember that you have to clean the glass bottle as well! (it goes easy in the dishwasher)

"Standing there, and at that time, my heart still resisted what my head was telling me. Even yet I had the feeling that it was all something too big, too unnatural really to happen. Yet I knew that it was by no means the first time that it had happened "


I started reading The Day of the Triffids on Friday, and in so many ways it seems like the perfect book to read at the moment. Today I have felt so proud of my country. It seems like it should be a time of anger and hate, but I have only felt love today. There are so many things I can say about this tragedy, but this blog I would like to keep abit seperated from my strong views and my deepest feelings. All I can say is that I'm not only proud of my country and the people in it, but I'm proud to be human and to be part of a world filled with so much solidarity. For some it will take abit of time before they can continue their lives, while some have been ready for a while now. Still, we will not forget. This blog is ready to live.

Lots of love!

Time

I just loath time and its cunning nature. It is bad enough that I never get to do all the things I would like to do or have planned to do, because there is just too little time in one lifetime. Still, that is not the worst quality of time. The worst part is the feeling I always get, that someday all the things I know will pass away, that time is just slipping through my fingers, and that while I'm getting older, the people I know and love will soon be gone and that all I got left is old memories. Yes, there is just too little time in one lifetime, too little time to spend with the people you love.


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Don't mind my negative thoughts. That is just how it's always been in the middle of summer, when I feel that autumn will soon arrive.

Midsummer Night's Dream

Oh, how I wish I could celebrate Midsummer's Eve with flowers in my hair, dancing all night around a magnificent bonfire on a green meadow...

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I get a little inspired by the lovely Samantha at Cinema Closet to start a new blog just for movie entries: movie inspiration, modern movies, classical movies, costumes etc. That is because I feel this blog is abit messy with all those different entries. On the other hand I can't update my blog too often now that I have school to think about, so maybe it's just silly to have two blogs that will not be updated much, instead of one that will be updated fairly often. What do you guys think?

I do tag all my movie entries though, so they will be easy to find on the right hand column.
... and when it comes to tagging: should I tag more? so it's easier to find movies from different actors/actresses, directors, etc?

decisions, decisions

School starts again, and I have to say I dread it. Not because of the school or what I'm studying (because I love to study), but because the summer is over and the autumn and winter is coming closer. Those two seasons would have been lovely if I could just stay inside reading and relaxing, but I know that I will not have a holiday until next summer. The pressure of the exams is in my thoughts all autumn, I become antisocial, cranky and depressed, and I just want to stay in my bed all the time.

Then the winter arrives, and all I want is to spend it at home with my family doing christmassy things, but I have to work most of the time (that is the price to pay when you work in a record store.) So, here I am, school starts tomorrow and I can't even enjoy my last day in this fine weather. This autumn I will try and spend most of my weekdays doing schoolwork, and keep the weekend free from schoolwork and schoolthoughts. And even though I have plenty of schoolbooks to read, I will try and read some other books as well... and watch a bunch of old movies.

Do you have some good tips of how to keep oneself happy in the autumn/winter?

Entry number 100

This is my entry number 100, and I just want to thank the few of you who take the time to comment and the others who follow this blog (is there anybody out there?) I do appreciate it! I made this blog to have a place to keep all the things I love, because honestly; if I don't write it down, I'm affraid to lose it.

There has been a series of entries I have been terrible to follow up (the "best of" lists and the "decade of music" list), but it was simply too much job (I hate to feel that I have to write something). I wanted to keep up the interior entries, but unfortunatly I lost all the interior pics I had on my computer.

I've been writing more this month than I have ever done in any other month. I don't think I can keep that up now that the school starts again, but I will try.

So, a little message to the people who do follow this blog and any other who manage to come across this blog:

So the summer is soon over, but I got two whole weeks off (with three work days inbetween). I'm going home (sweet home) to see my little nephew, my sister and her "hubby" who is home for some weeks. And yes, I'm now officially an aunt! On another note: I've been digging through some old photographs at my grandparents' place, and I've got a hold of some old photographs all the way back to the 30s. I can't wait to show you! And incase you are wondering, this is how I look nowadays:

I've had a summer vacation for seven weeks now, and it feels like it's only been two weeks since I finished my last exam for the second semester. The summer goes by so quick and I've only got 5 weeks left, and I guess I have to work at least 15 days of those weeks. That means I have to stay in Oslo most of the time.

I love my work, but I wish I could spend the summer doing nothing. That would make the summer feel endless, and I wouldn't feel like I'm missing one day of the summer when the weather is bad. I love the norwegian summer, but lets face it: most of the days consist of clouds and rain. I would like to feel that the summer was as long as the winter, and that eventually I would get tired of it and wait for the fall to arrive.

You know those summer days you had when you were a child? those summer days that felt so long, to the pont that you actually got abit bored. I would like that. I would like to spend all my days outdoors (even if it rains), just reading and dozing off. Spend all my days at my cabin and the little country place where I grew up (my real home). Where all you hear is the water, the wind blowing in the trees, some boats sailing by, the birds singing and the insects making those little busy noises that they make. Because honestly, the noise from cars and people who are busy is not what I want to hear in the summer...

... and guess what?
Just as I wrote this, the sun came out and I can finaly spend my last day at home reading books in the sun, eating watermelon and breakfast at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Today there was a gayparade in Oslo, and I have read some pretty ignorant, cruel and homophobic comments all over the internet. I will not use any time debating the issue, but let this sweet old man say what I'm thinking:

...att leva mitt liv som Olle Extraliv

Tjugodredje juli. I dag har jag tänkt mycket på vår stundt här på jorden, alltings storhet, men också litenhet. Altså alla ska ju dö en dag. Så är det ju bara.

Jag vet inte, jag försöker att tänke mig det. Ett sista djupt andetag, man fyller bröstkorgen tills den är helt sprängfylld, hjärtat kramar i en avslutande kramp, och till hjärnan strömmar det varmt blod, yrsel och värme, för att seda rinna bort. Lite i taget. Du är borta, det kanske är skönt, fan vet jag?

Jag minns en kille som hette Olle Extraliv. Han blev påkörd av en buss men överlevde. Men han ska ju också dö en dag men inte den här gången, han har ju ett liv til, Olle Extraliv. Det måste vara jävligt skönt att få en andra chans, en andra chans å leva, att leva mitt liv som Olle Extraliv.

Farväl Falkenberg

change

I need a change, so I'm thinking about coloring my hair like this...

...but right now my hair is blonde and bob lenght...
...so I'm thinking about trying blonde, long hair before I color it.

What do you think?

Morning Theft

Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn't see.
Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Your eyes and body brighten silent waters, deep.
Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep.
A kiss "Goodnight" from every stranger that I meet.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.
Morning theft, and pretender left, ungrateful.
True Self is what brought you here, to me.
A place where we can accept this love.
Friendship battered down by useless history,
Unexamined failure.
What am I still to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?
Love brings us to who we need, a place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.
You're a woman, I'm a calf.
You're a window, I'm a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight.
Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.
And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.
I had to send it away to bring her back again.



The hardest part is to hate someone you used to love. I don't want to hate, I just want peace.
Please, do not forget me, and please do not act this way.

I'm coming up on infrared

Ok, I've been pretty lazy with this blog lately, which I've made a promise to myself that I will not be. I need this little place of "me", but in these times I got things on my mind that I simply don't want in here. This will not be my personal blog of negative thoughts and complaints, so I just need some time to get over it all.
In exchange I got plenty of blogentries all figuered out, and ready to be typed out.

In the meantime (or the little time I got on my hands now that the christmas "finaly" has arrived to the shop) I will spend my time at what I do best when I want to recover from something; read, read, dream, read.


I really do hope that you all have a merry christmas!

"Rehabilitation Program"

So, I’ve been thinking; why do I, and so many others, have to expose ourself so much on the internet and various profile pages? I think its odd how much we write about ourselves and how much we want people to know about us. Why do we do it? For me I think it goes hand in hand with my need of writing lists. “What do I like?” “What kind of music do I listen to?” “What am I looking forward to?” “Who am I?”. But why don’t I keep it all to myself? And why do I write those lists anyway? Am I afraid of forgetting who I am and what I like? First of all I think its highly unlikely that I would ever forget myself, and secondly I dont think people actually would know who I am and get to know me by just reading those profil texts and lists. At least they will get an idea of who I am (even though its highly superficial). In the end I think lists make us all organise the chaos in our everyday life, and to me honest; I think its fun!

Anyway; I’ve had several profile texts laying around on the net and to be honest, I’m getting pretty sick of it. Still, I’m kind of addicted to it. So what to do? First of all I will go through a “rehabilitation program” (oh yes, its that serious) and start deleting more and more profile pages, and in the end I will keep all the chaos in here, in La Boîte de Pandoras, Pandoras box, MY box. Its still on the net, but its a start.

..and maybe one day when I get a memory loss, I will get an idea of who I am.