I’ve slaughtered a maracuja.
(That was on May 10th, by the way.)
I made a huge mess fumbling out all the little passion tadpoles in there. It was way more than I thought the little maracuja shell would be able to hold. Behold!
Freeing them all of the slimy persistent flesh was QUITE some work. Ultimately, it yielded almost 90 seeds (yay so many!). I planted them into a flat saucerthing meant to catch surplus water from balcony pots, put a glass thing from the fridge over it (don’t need it in the fridge, my milk values some space when standing upright – also, I don’t want to put drink packages sideways though I might know they are sealed firmly. Weird, no?) for increased humidity aaaand granted it a special sunny place on my table.
Since then more than a month has passed, but the interwebs has told me I need to be patient with passion flower seeds. However I often don’t have much patience so I occasionally find myself screaming at the seeds to start the heck growing. Lulz just kidding.
WELL, so 2 days ago, I woke up and there was this THING to greet me – this THING! I might call it a sprout. I had almost given up hope that anything would ever start living there. I think I can hear it go “Hey there world! I’m a happy little sprout! I’m here to grow and make you happy!” =D
As is probably rather obvious by now, I do love plants. Not obsessively or anything, but seeding something like this and then see life grow out of it and evolve and lean towards the sun and yearn for water is wonderful.
And you open like a flower
And I open too
I have found that what you seek
Is the perfect flower and it is in you,
And I only wish you knew
Gazpacho – Upside Down
So when I visited some internet friends in Oslo, Norway in February this year, H. gave me this little book. It’s called “Du kan ikke svikte din beste venn og bli god til å synge samtidig” (“You can’t fail your best friend and become good at singing at the same time”) by Norwegian author Kim Hiorthøy. It is full of precious little stories, weird moments, pretty sentences, and a few minimalistic, sober drawings by the author. If you like the style and know any Norwegian at all you should definitely consider buying it.
Late one afternoon, as I was sitting and letting my thoughts drift, the doorbell rang. I opened and there stood Henriette, she was naked and looked as though she had run. Hi, I said. Hi, she said. Can I come in? Sure that, I said, do you want some coffee? I’d rather kiss you all over your entire body, she said. That’s fine with me, that, I said. After all, we could drink coffee later. But afterwards, I naturally discovered that I didn’t have any coffee. That had been something I had just proposed in the heat of the moment, you could perhaps say, without being aware of the consequences. Disappointments, defeats. They never end.
From: “Du kan ikke svikte din beste venn og bli god til å synge samtidig” by Kim Hiorthøy. Translated by me.
– Taken in Duisburg, Germany on Christmas day 2010. I went for a walk to the rhine park with my Dad, stumbling through ankle-high snow all the way because there usually isn’t that much snow around there.
The bridge is one of the 7 bridges of Duisburg that go over the river Rhine. It has quite a history (sorry, German only) – it has first been built in 1873, but has been destroyed and rebuilt a few times since then. Today, it’s used by regional trains, pedestrians and cyclists. I remember that walking across it feels somewhat scary because the path is right next to the train tracks, and when a train passes while you are walking across, everything shakes and is incredibly loud and I can never help but think that all the metal pieces surely must fall apart any second.
In the background, there are some typical landmarks of Duisburg, that is factory chimneys.
I like this shot because it shows natural beauty together with Duisburg’s industrial personality. It feels pretty, and honest.
Wherever you are on this earth, there are always pretty sunsets. (I think)
So here’s what I worked with yesterday:
… yeps. That’s some serious French linen thread for you non-Frenchies out there. This particular spool of thread is very dear to me because I bought it in a cosy little needlework store in a side lane in the historic centre of Grasse, Provence, Southern France, a few years ago. It was run by two chubby old women, and they had all kinds of fantastic needle work things – lots of colourful buttons and laces and threads in all sorts of colours and fabrics and whatnot. The image feels like it could’ve been taken from a book or a story, perhaps. Also, it smells of lavender, as does nearly everything in the self-proclaimed world capital of perfume. I’ll look through photos from my trips to Grasse and post the most interesting ones some other day.
I sew these memories into my stuff whenever I use this thread.
Yesterday, I used it to fix a tearing in my pannier, and then decided I might as well add a few stitches to my rainbow cotton bag, where the straps meet the bag, to keep it from tearing when I use it to carry lots of heavy stuff. Books or yummy fruit juice, for example. Turns out once more that I suck at sewing, but I had fun.
Something French goes as soundtrack with this: La Veilée by Yann Tiersen which I found on the incredibly cheesy but very pleasing Vive La Chanson CD I bought out of a mood some years ago.
And no horizon can sleep
But sometimes horizons can close their eyes
And drift into one moment somewhere
The distance and a dream
Alone I stand, alone I fall
There is no option anymore
Alone with you
I know my point of view seems sad
I believe it’s not so bad
Alone with you
[The Cat Empire – No mountain]
– Been listening to today’s song pretty many times today, totally fits. It feels like a very positive thought to me – It means that I like you very much and feel good in your presence. Ultimately everything might still just boil down to me and who I honestly am, and it might turn out you don’t like me as much as you thought you did as you get to know me better, and our ways might part. But in that case it’s not my problem – it’s yours. And then it’s okay.
– Taken in June 2011. Probably one of the most beautiful views I’ve seen from my window these past three years, and likely to be one of my very favourites!
It’s as easy as that.
– I like the lines more than anything that might happen afterwards though.
I should be spending my time studying, preparing for the final Bachelor exams in July, yet here I am and I haven’t touched any of the uni books today. Instead, I am drawing while chatting with A., K. and N. and listening to music. It’s rather rare that N. and me are online at the same time, and I don’t feel calm enough to draw quite often lately, but right now I do. So whatever! Damn you books! You will still be here tomorrow.
Thanks to N. for for the title of this post : )
– N. said he imagined me standing with my hands on my hips going like ‘tädää’ when I logged on, like a manga character. That’s how I imagined him imagining me!
It reads “Here I am! Any questions left?!”
– Taken in September 2010 in a dense forest in Skultuna, Sweden during my work experience at the local school. I was running up a steeply rising, overgrown trail with two boys from 8th class during one of the physical education lessons where they did orienteering. I stopped for a second to take a shot of this beautiful kind of moss that was almost everywhere in that forest. Then I put on my rocket turbo to catch up with the two kids leading the way ahead of me – one of them regularly did orienteering as a hobby, and they wanted us to be the first team at the finish line. (We were.)
So today I spent two hours sitting on the window-sill of our institute in the sun, finishing The Solitaire Mystery by Norwegian author Jostein Gaarder. Some of its themes link neatly to thoughts I’ve discovered lately.
You can see thousands of people down there… if just one of them experiences life as a crazy adventure — and I mean that he, or she, experiences this every single day… […] then he or she is a joker in a pack of cards.
When I walk around outside, I often try to look into peoples’ eyes – I try to see if there is a certain kind of awareness in them. Curiousity, knowledge, emotion, something. I want to see someone who walks through the world with their eyes open and curious and bewildered. A joker.
It is a great book full of beautiful little truths, sometimes funny, sometimes sad. Despite the distinction between all the usual ‘blind’ people and jokers, the book left me with a very optimistic and positive feeling about humanity, something I found pretty enjoyable amidst some other recent rather misanthropic feelings.
Sunny Sunday afternoons
are another world
of wind and birds
So, this is my blog. Hello reader, magnificent to meet you in here of all places!
Not quite sure exactly what I’mma do with this, I’ll just roll along with my moods and ideas.
I reckon I will mainly be posting my own photos, some creative things, interesting links and share a story or poem or two. Also, memories. : )