K-Blog

With the start of march, away went...

2011-03-06T01:10:00.000+01:00

- an anniversary not worth remembering but that I will not allow myself to forget. And with that, thoughts of revenge. I have already had it. Revenge is underrated though. - personal pride and stubbornness. In favor of making things work out for the best. I think I am growing. And my staff with me. - yet another anniversary, that I have promised not to blog about. I didn't. But I felt it

I gamle dage 6 måneder hvor hyppigt har i gennemstegt den næste aktiviteter?

2011-03-02T02:41:00.001+01:00

Ok, I'm squiffy. On a Tuesday. So stab me. I had a few drinks post-work with a friend and now here I am, innocently following a link on FB to answer user surveys* *giggles* *and my squiffy answers are just as surreal as *their* badly translated questions =)

Dreamscenario

2011-02-28T12:11:00.000+01:00

I grew up in the countryside. As in a place with < 2000 inhabitants. Our house was the last house (on our side of the road ) before the fields meet the forest at the horizon. In front of the house were more fields and a long winding gravel "road" known as "hundevejen", where people would walk their dogs. "Hundevejen" was also our playground. I remember bike-racing there, parking the bikes at

The Fall

2011-02-27T14:40:00.000+01:00

What's up with The Fall ???? Referring to Norah Jones' latest album here, not Tarsem Singhs' brilliant visual orgasm of a masterpiece movie. I am so disappointed. Sounds like she has been put through the mainstream-synthpop-overproduced-alienating-dreamy-overfiltered-voice-machine. What happened to her very personal, intimate sound ? This album seems lifeless to me. And plain sad, at best,

Joy is 4:

2011-02-19T13:34:00.000+01:00

Showering and getting kissed by rays of sunshine through hot-water-vapours. Time slows down and looks the other way.

Two years ago

2011-02-14T16:28:00.001+01:00

I was very much in love. And the Valentines Day of two years ago, was the last one I spent as part of a couple. I looked for a blog-post of mine from that day, but it wasn't there. I did find a Love Letter from February 19th, addressed to the guy I was in love with, and initially, it surprised me. Not that I wrote the love letter, but that I *didn't* write about the Valentines Day he gave to me.

Sunday

2011-02-13T18:25:00.000+01:00

Haven't had a Sunday to myself for a long time now. Slow awakening in pink light through my curtains, sunshine and scent of coffee in my tiny kitchen, little green buds on all my plants, proof that they too, are thriving here. Bikeride with favourite music in my ears, salty air, as I arrive at the ocean and ravishing hunger when I get back in. Cold white wine to hot, hot soup and crisp bacon.

2011-02-05T02:42:00.000+01:00

It's one of those nights again. And it is so clichè that it bores even me. But it seems that it takes one of these nights to make me sit down (because I can't sleep and have nothing else to do) and finally write something. I had loads of blog-material, loads of moments and stuff to write about, but I sort of got bored before I ever got to post it. It all seemed static noise or meaningless

A few things I didn't need to know

2010-12-12T03:53:00.001+01:00

..."You're actually surrounded by snakes, some people are just waiting for you to go down, but I know that's not gonna happen". ..."and they're so curious, they speculate as to why a woman like you doesn't have a boyfriend. They just don't understand who you are, don't think about it."Well, I didn't. Until now. It hurt though I didn't show it. Probably also eased the hurt that I overheard him

Snippets of these days

2010-11-06T02:41:00.000+01:00

- "So no kids, eh ? Hm. Probably you shouldn't even have a boyfriend." -"You call me anytime. Middle of the night, whatever, you call me, 24/7". -" You ought to watch yourself. Your mom's here now and your grandma was here before her. Probably runs in the family". -"You sure you don't want to get married ? You cook really well too." -"You're quite the snobby girl, aren't you? Probably think

Yoga

2010-09-25T13:48:00.001+02:00

My first experience with yoga was a near-religious one. There is really no other words for it, though I am not religious at all. It was one of those lazy early evenings at the beach in Italy - the waves were lapping softly against the shore, everything was coloured gold by the setting sun, the few people left on the beach were dark silhouettes against the sky, and everybody was speaking softly

Mystery

2010-09-23T00:40:00.000+02:00

I was right beside my boss when the restaurant phone rang today. Somebody wanted to know the name of the tall blond waiter with the too-tight ponytail. My boss gave me a confused look, and I heard him say "her name is (insert my real name)" before the someone on the other end of the phone, put it down. And the plot thickens....

Thanks II

2010-09-22T12:11:00.000+02:00

He came back. Circles are closing themselves these days indeed. I took a deep breath and told him that while I hadn't been ready to date when he asked for my number, it had been very important to me, it had made my day, but that I (for various reasons) hadn't had the balls to acknowledge his request. But thanks. He looked me straight in the eye and said "that's all right". Felt good. On

Loop

2010-09-08T00:35:00.000+02:00

I can feel it already as I am walking home, that wind, it is there again. If I fall into this, I will stay awake all night, thinking in loops, doing nothing with this energy that I can't seem to get rid of, this sensitivity that I won't do without, but that sometimes drive me crazy. The same sensitivity that lets you live the good things this intensely, won't numb down when it comes to bad

Italy II

2010-08-24T16:17:00.002+02:00

She had been reading when I walked by the living room, I was coming down from the rooftop terrace where I had been reading and enjoying the sun. I stopped to say hi, to exchange a few pleasantries and maybe to get to know her better. We had been tip-toeing around each other for a few days, in a very respectful and tender manner. She; because she seems shy and a tiny bit intimidated (his words;

Restless III

2010-08-23T23:54:00.000+02:00

I pretend to smell autumn in the air already, walking home from work, close to midnight. I know how to imagine something and trick my nose into smelling it. But there is no dark musky earth in the wind, there is no chill yet, the air is fresh but not cold, the rain is refreshing, not menacing and the leaves that have fallen and that cling to glass everywhere, are yet green, and have been blown

Italy I

2010-08-20T00:21:00.001+02:00

She looked at me with a very vulnerable stare. We were never close but we worked together in the same club as for 4 or 5 years. She know me as a fun gal, always a bit too outrageous - a wild, but healthy girl as another girl put it - and as the always dancing firestarter. I knew her as the quiet wholesome-pretty cashier, the long-time girlfriend of one of the PRs. Now she looked the shadow of

It was as if

2010-08-08T20:33:00.001+02:00

time had taken mercy on, and decided to overlook us for the night.There we were, in the middle of the throbbing crowd of pub-crawlers, music blaring, the three of us nursing whiskies and drinks. The first reunion in more than 3 years. I had seen G the night before, but it is sort of difficult to lure M out of his little house in the hills. Yet, there he was for the occasion, impeccably dressed

OMG?

2010-07-24T01:23:00.000+02:00

I think I feel bored. And in no small couple-of-hours-to-kill-way. No, I feel bored in a big want-something-to-happen-or-I-might-make-it-happen-myself-way. It has been a while that I have been feeling restless, not really doing anything with my spare time. Not that I have much more of it than the next person, but my spare time starts when I wake up in the morning and stretches out in front of

The Only Thing I Heard

2010-07-14T11:40:00.001+02:00

He was actually saying something not *that* nice. Not bad-bad neither, his observation was well-meant and -founded. He's totally right about that second part; I know it and (plan to) work on it. That's probably why I can just ignore that second part and focus on, and wallow in, and mentally relive that *first* part: "You're actually very sophisticated..." Probably helps me focus on the good

The right thing to do

2010-07-09T12:10:00.000+02:00

I know it is. The right thing to do, I mean. But my heart cries blood-tears. I have been changing my wardrobe lately. Finally put away the heavier winter garments, taken out the summer ones. Folded, washed and aired everything that needed it, either for putting away or for taking out. A heavy task; I have way too many clothes. I have stood there a hundred times, with a wardrobe vomiting stuff

....

2010-07-06T15:19:00.001+02:00

My brother and I were standing in the kitchen; him preparing dinner, I catching up with things and angling for red wine. "You might want to speak to Nephew about Uncle M." he says all of a sudden.Uncle M is my ex that I left back in February; he loved my nephews and they loved him dearly. And Nephew is very clever and has been asking anybody but me (see? very clever) about Uncle M. My brother has

About romanticism

2010-07-01T10:18:00.000+02:00

My mum lost her weddingring. She lost it a couple of years ago, took it off, along with a ring her mother gave her, and simply left it there. I never knew, I suppose she felt ashamed about it (I know, I would*). And she told me just now; days before my parents' anniversary. My dad offered to give in *his* wedding ring, have it melted and made into two thinner wedding rings so they could share

Coming home

2010-06-29T22:05:00.001+02:00

I stepped outside in the early morning. The tiles of the terrace cool under my bare feet. The grass was yet moist, the lake was sparkling in the sun, birds were singing and the insects were buzzing. The light was bright, but yellow, the sky was blue as it gets only in Denmark. The early morning light, the promising warmth in the air, a fresh breeze caressing my legs. Scent of the coffee my mum

Zen

2010-06-26T05:12:00.000+02:00

"So. K. You are sitting there all quietly in your corner. That's what you are, yeah ? Very quiet and zen-like, is it ?" I swallowed the last of my champagne to answer (choking) "Well, no, not really. I am not zen-like at all. You totally misread me there." She was very loud. And ugly, too. Unpleasant, really. She had thrust out her hand, presenting herself as "A" and from the way my boss

You know you're part of an all-male staff...

2010-06-20T02:18:00.001+02:00

- when your collegues greet you "Hi summergoddess!" for just wearing a dress to work - when a squiffy male guest approaches the bar and all of a sudden there's 3 waiters behind you, asking pointedly how they may help? - when the cook hang out long after he's off-duty, to ensure you're going home safe and done closing the restaurant. - when your collegues take over responsability of the winecellar

Comeback

2010-06-13T12:26:00.000+02:00

She was standing at the entrance to the restaurant-kitchen. Blond, pretty-ish, drunk and out-of-bounds; our guests aren't allowed in the kitchen. Tall, hot waiter approaches her from behind, and says (icily): "What can I do for you?" She replies, without turning around "Oh, nothing..." - then turns to find he's hot and changes her mind: "Erhm, I don't know. What *can* you do?"

And she would definitely have a moustache...

2010-06-11T12:06:00.000+02:00

".... small, fat and dark. Olive skin and black eyes. She would have big breasts and a huge bottom. She would laugh way too loud and be pretty vulgar, breasts wobbling while she was laughing. She would swear a lot and speak her mind. Wear vivid colours, big flowing dresses, and be far too honest. But you would have to love her." I absolutely love it when people I like, play along on my beloved "

Love?

2010-06-10T02:10:00.000+02:00

We had to get used to each other, it was a bit like dancing for a little while. Treading lightly, measuring my every move, getting used to the physical part of it; us responding to each others' movement. My hands clenching too hard, then relaxing, my thighs flexing, then finding the perfect rhythm, moving just so. Swaying this way, then that. After a while, I let go of myself, in total

Lykke

2010-05-27T14:22:00.000+02:00

It took me by surprise. I was shopping and passed the supermarket on my way home, to pick up tomatoes for the buffalo mozzarella I have in the fridge. I was wearing my Ipod as usual - it's shuffling - something I never allow it to do, but these days I rediscover music I forgot I had. I walk into the supermarket and directly into the fruit and vegetables compartment. I can't make up my mind,

Laidback

2010-05-27T01:27:00.001+02:00

I am feeling very lazy these days. Actually I felt lazy for some time now, and I am still waiting for my energy to surprise me; for my need to do stuff, to resurface. But it doesn't really happen. I am still not painting. I am still not photographing a lot, I am still not learning French (again) and my sewing machine is gathering dust under my bed. I started doing my design-reel but I really

Gettin' friskier

2010-05-23T23:18:00.000+02:00

Your horoscope - Week of May 24, 2010 You could be tempted to go far - very, very far. Uranus moves into your travel zone, so it isn't just a question of journeying to the other side of the world. You may want to escape Earth's atmosphere altogether. You're very tempted to go way out of your comfort zone. It's going to be a fascinating ride. There is also a Full Moon in your romance zone, so how

Offer

2010-05-22T02:06:00.001+02:00

We were hanging out in the restaurant downstairs; golden light falling through the huge windows. I waiting behind the bar for our guests to arrive. He: "Your Italian is perfect but you speak Danish very well too. It really is incredible." I: "Yeah, well. (?) I am Danish you know." He: "Whaddyamean ? Danish ? So you have...you know...Danish citizenship ?" I: "Yeah, are you kidding? I'm

Restless

2010-05-21T12:19:00.001+02:00

Again. It's not my usual restlessness, that hits me in a matter of hours and that goes away in a matter of hours. I am sort of busy these days, don't even have time to clean up and do my laundry. I am working a lot, and things are moving under the surface there. Good things and not so good things. I feel like I am in the middle of a transition-period, I feel like I want new stuff to happen. I

Tamed

2010-05-18T13:46:00.000+02:00

I let him look at me. All of a sudden I felt him there, in the doorway of my little kitchen, felt him looking at me, my skin tingling a bit where his gaze passed over me. I hadn't heard him coming, though I was very aware of him moving around the apartment, very aware of his presence there with me. Aware of him moving around, looking at things, taking in my home with all of his senses. I had

About heritage

2010-05-18T13:27:00.000+02:00

I am different from my parents and brothers (of which I have two) in many ways. I *look like* a mixture of my parents, I have my mothers bonestructure and my dad's shape of the eyes and nose. I also have my grandmothers' haircolour. Golden blonde with a reddish streak that comes out with sunshine. But my personality is very unlike that of my parents. They are very calm persons, tranquil, my

Soft

2010-05-06T14:07:00.000+02:00

Our lips was millimetres apart. That second stretched into eternity, I with flared nostrils, taking in the scent of him, of his skin, his hot breath on my mouth and the soft darkness under my closed eyelids. Waiting. Waiting for that spark to fly, to feel the first softness of his lips against mine, eager, curious. Waiting, almost not breathing but the sound of it irregular in my ears anyway.

Lost in the big picture

2010-05-06T12:15:00.000+02:00

I keep coming up with (but not publishing) little snippets of posts, little descriptions of moments, things I have seen, lingering life I have lived. Life lived hectically in Italy while I was there; bathed in memories, friends' love and my innate Italian language. The brutally-honest-and-too-rough hurried conversations with best friends *there*, due to lack of time to tell the nuances of

River

2010-05-02T23:34:00.000+02:00

I obviously returned to my beloved river while I visited Italy. It was one of many things I had on my to-do list. The first day I sat down with A and made a list of priorities. Of things I would love to do while there. One of them was just spending time by the river. The river that I rode my bike along those crisp, not-yet-too-hot mornings to go to work. Where I went to cool hot feet during

Joy is: 3

2010-05-02T01:26:00.002+02:00

- when impossible expectations are met. And exceeded.

Joy is: 2

2010-04-30T10:19:00.000+02:00

- my best friend crawling into my makeshift bed in her livingroom, hugging me happily and serving Italian breakfast.

Joy is: 1

2010-04-30T02:12:00.000+02:00

- my best Italian friends telling me they have been dancing to this track for months; that this is *my* track forever because the girl that sing, sound *exactly* like me, when I sing. That they have been dancing these past months, thinking of me, saying to each other " that's K's song, Hey, Hey" just breaks my heart.* *and the fact that Dennis Ferrer happens to be my all-time fave producer

Kyllyan - Ash: 2 - 0

2010-04-20T23:31:00.000+02:00

I can't remember the last time I had this many emotions in one single day. I cried this morning, overjoyed a bit later for finding a valid alternative to the plane and now I'm jubilant again for the planes finally starting to take off normally. I am officially off for Italy at 10.40 from Copenhagen and I am landing in Pisa, Italy at 13.00. From there it is vacation. An aperitivo (come si deve)

Kyllyan - Ash: 1 - 0

2010-04-20T13:14:00.000+02:00

So. F*ck the airspace, who wants to go by plane anyway. K. Leaving for Italy tomorrow in an empty bus with 2 Italian drivers and room for shoes. Ought to arrive Thursday evening. Keep the carbonara warm and the Barolo fragrant, here I come.

While waiting

2010-04-20T10:58:00.000+02:00

for updates on my flight tomorrow, I did the right and mature thing to do: I called my mum and cried a wee bit.

Error!

2010-04-20T10:09:00.000+02:00

says the site of Cph Airport. You bloody f*cking well believe there's an error, and it is not only in parsing of the xml, it is the whole frigging universe gone haywire if I am not leaving tomorrow for Italy.

Fortuna

2010-04-20T01:29:00.002+02:00

....and seeing that I am off to Italy soon, I feel a celebration is in place. While I like very little Italian music, I actually love Neri Per Caso; an a capella boyband from Salerno. I don't like all of their songs but this one; Fortuna is heartbreakingly beautiful, has wonderful (voice) rhythms. The lyrics are also sort of wise, way beyond something I would expect from a boyband. "...dimmi se

Plan B

2010-04-19T23:48:00.000+02:00

Cannot even begin to conceive of the idea of not leaving for Italy, Wednesday. My flight is *not* one of those to be cancelled and if I am to get stuck somewhere, it will be in Italy with my best friends. I will be gone for a week and I am to laugh, cry tears of joy, talk, eat good food and drink fab wine in the company of people I love. After all. I haven't had a vacation (and seen my friends)

Multimedia message

2010-04-19T16:29:00.000+02:00

I'm sitting in the train going north. I am so carried away with the beauty of Denmark, that I am holding my breath for fear of singing out loud with the music on my ipod. Deer on acid-green fields, fluffy clouds in the blue skies and people smiling to each other. Life is good.

Overheard at work 1

2010-04-19T10:45:00.000+02:00

..."would be lovely to get married. Then I wouldn't have to worry about a thing"... Girl to 3 female friends.

Decadent

2010-04-16T01:27:00.000+02:00

Intoxicated. With lilies. Again. Will they ever die and let me get back to normal?

Disclaimer: Electronic Top 10

2010-04-15T16:27:00.000+02:00

Søde Anders fra Hejven.se har bedt mig lave min Top 10 liste af elektronisk musik. Oldies but Goodies. Og eftersom jeg er en Oldie (but Goodie, forstås =)) i dèn sammenhæng; jeg har lyttet med længe, har jeg gladeligt taget udfordringen op. Og det har været skideskægt =). Listen er ikke i nogensomhelst orden overhovedet. 1. LFO: "Advance" fra 1996. Det var ikke deres definerende album, "

Backstage

2010-04-14T00:34:00.001+02:00

Not a lot of things going on lately, and I am not blogging about the few things that *are* happening. (Well, I am blogging, but not publishing. Private records, sorry =)) So how 'bout I round up a few loose ends I realize, I left hanging ? Noise Alert - I'm still dancing. I have no means of getting rid of this energy right now. Will try and write. Or make more chocolate cake tomorrow. Or kill

Noise alert

2010-04-13T14:44:00.000+02:00

There is *no* way I can walk or run fast enough anywhere today. I have this very nervous energy (probably not helping either that I had chocolate cake for breakfast) that I cannot get rid of. Would kill myself if I took out my rollerblades for a spin too, I'm too reckless. Should probably change my playlist too, but I'm looping this to try and dance it all out:

Spring?

2010-04-12T01:56:00.001+02:00

I got to work at the restaurant today and realized we hadn't many reservations. Actually, one person might handle them all, and two of us were working. So I changed from my suit back into jeans and my old t-shirt, and got to work in our courtyard while the other waiter; S took care of our guests. A little piece of heaven it is. Potentially. I have never seen it in use, I have worked there since

Terrorizing my peacelily

2010-04-08T10:10:00.001+02:00

Actually I'm quite good with plants. I love them and they seem to like me. My peacelily has been a little sick lately, and is, though healthylooking, not flowering anymore. While I just supposed it is in between flowerings, (these plants will flower again and again) I googled it to be sure. And I came upon a gardenforum where somebody had posted my exact query. Somebody else had answered the post

Fristet

2010-04-05T20:54:00.000+02:00

"vil du med hjem og sove hos mig ? Vi kan lege med Lego inden vi falder i soevn". Mest effektive scorereplik ever ? Den virkede ihvertfald naesten. Han bliver en aegte Don Juan, ham mit 5-aarige gudbarn.

Death by chocolate

2010-04-04T23:51:00.000+02:00

I am watching the remake of one of my alltime fave movies "The Omen". But I focus only on the sweat on his face, dark with shadows when he wakes up in the middle of the night. And on the rose petals falling as she falls. Drifting through the air. Weightless. The big wall in my livingroom has taken on an eerie quality against the dark behind it, it looks like something drawn or photoshopped.

Autechre

2010-04-03T03:29:00.000+02:00

...the crowd crushed softly against me. Some people swayed vaguely, heads bent and hair covering their eyes, others followed a rhythm in their heads. The music had ceased to follow a beat, it was one of many in-between sequences where one track morphed into another and there was no beat to follow, just ambient noise. ....bassline roaring, vibrating in my solar plexus making all the tiny hairs

About not sharing

2010-04-02T18:38:00.002+02:00

Often when I have been single I have missed sharing a lot of things. Having somebody to cook for, to share a fantastic wine with and take long walks with. Today I am perfectly happy being single, not having to share this concert tonight that is so important to me, and my preparations for it. I have bought good food and wine to cook and enjoy before I go, and I am having a long shower and

Concert

2010-04-02T03:41:00.001+02:00

Tomorrow I am going to my first concert in a long time. I do not enjoy concerts much. While I love being in the midst of a lot of happy people and find a curious (gross?) pleasure in being there, concerts are not really my thing. I love, love, love music and spend a lot of my day listening to it, I have different music for different moods. I listen to music while I shower, while I worked in the

Selfportrait(s)

2010-03-30T10:54:00.000+02:00

My restlessness endured through Monday - I did a lot of stuff around the apartment and enjoyed being on my own; my flatmate went on a minibreak with girlfriend. I got up early yesterday morning, hoping to be able to sleep early, but no such luck. After a long day of pleasant chores, a few phonecalls to friends and two movies, I was still restless. So I took the consequence, and a little hour

Restless

2010-03-28T21:50:00.000+02:00

For the first time since I came back to Denmark, I'm restless as I become once in a while. I have felt weird all day, not knowing what to do with myself, I have slept too little and my dreams of last night (that I can't remember) haunt me like little flies that scatter when I reach for them. I haven't done much today, though I feel full of a nervous energy, - I managed to cook, watch a couple

Making a new friend

2010-03-28T01:34:00.002+01:00

She's a friend of my brothers wife and I have met her at different family-get-togethers through the years. I always liked her, she's my own age, we have a lot of things in common. I have wanted to see her more now that I am home, but I haven't called her as much as I would like to. She called me yesterday evening and we went out for a few drinks, ended up touring around town and finished with

Ilddåb

2010-03-25T12:35:00.000+01:00

In spite of the lovely weather, I feel strangely drained for energy today. I've got this afternoons' staffmeeting on my mind. When they appointed me personalechef , I sort of thought not much would change. I have always felt responsible for things going well in the restaurant and for our guest having a good time, it comes to me naturally, and I like to try my best and love the feeling of doing

Beautiful Copenhagen

2010-03-22T19:55:00.000+01:00

I walk and walk, getting to know this beautiful city more and more. I still wake up some days, not able to see the point in going nowhere, but when I, like today, get myself out there, I love it. I search the faces of people walking the streets. I watch what people wear and make up little stories in my head, as to where they are going, who they're meeting, and what their lives are like. I see

It's Monday

2010-03-22T11:51:00.000+01:00

A true masterpiece. I love the idea, the execution and the muted colours: Skhizein (Jérémy Clapin,2008) from Bertie on Vimeo.

What's cooking

2010-03-21T22:41:00.005+01:00

I'm going through a rough period after the breakup with the boyfriend, that was one of the reasons for coming home to Denmark. It wasn't meant to be, but never mind that, I spent thoughts and logic enough on that one, things aren't gonna change sitting here inventing possible different scenarios. So I'm questioning myself again, asking myself again what went wrong, hell, what is to be written on

Loop

2010-03-08T21:23:00.000+01:00

Cascate

2010-03-04T17:09:00.003+01:00

d'amore e compassione...

Thanks

2010-03-02T14:47:00.002+01:00

A guy asked for my number a couple of weeks ago, at the restaurant where I work. We had been chatting pleasantly about wine, food and Italy while I took their order (he was there with another guy), brought them their food, and now he asked for the bill and a phonenumber.I didn't know what to say.It is maybe a first. I have been working in clubs for many years and had gotten used to some attention

DIY care

2010-02-28T21:17:00.008+01:00

Since Friday I have been enjoying a few days of no work, and it has been *fabulous*. I cleaned the whole apartment Friday and awarded myself with a nice big dinner of chicken and spinach (cooked the Italian way, mmmmm) afterwards. I went to bed early and got up Saturday to go pick up my older brother who visited from Jylland. We had a lovely day, a big brunch and ended up nerding design right '

I want to blog again

2010-02-24T23:57:00.003+01:00

...but I get lost.I get lost a lot lately. Lost in what I thought I was, lost in what I learn I am, and lost in what I communicate to the world. Might be lost in some kind of existential crisis actually. I realize I have provoked its arrival on my own, coming home, changing my surroundings, the language, the mentality and basically everything. I thought I came prepared but boy... has it been hard

Hey Leo - se her

2010-01-22T15:58:00.002+01:00

Image nicked from failblog.org - click here for bigger version

Hilarious link

2010-01-20T13:16:00.002+01:00

I almost peed my pants reading this. Absolutely love it. Do yourself the favour and read this e-mail exchange, I know it is sort of long but it is sooooo funnny.Please design a logo for me. With piecharts. For free.

Disclaimer: Bitching ahead

2010-01-19T15:51:00.004+01:00

Did I mention that I am cold ?I can't even fool myself anymore; shopping is not going to solve my problem. No amount of (new) pantyhose layered under (new) leggings layered under (old) jeans (jeans I wouldn't be caught dead in normally - my skintight beautiful jeans won't ..... contain... all them pantyhose and leggings) can keep me warm. I am layering sweaters (my woollen ones are fine but I

Long way home

2010-01-14T16:30:00.008+01:00

It has been a long trip. And I am not done doing yet.I sort of waited for things to calm down enough to sit down and write a witty, clever blogpost about coming back to Denmark again, as promised (well the post at least =)). Seems though that things are nowhere close to calming down and I miss writing. I read all your posts but huddle up and hide a bit. Rather be silent than just blurp out some

More Cowbell

2009-11-25T14:05:00.001+01:00

I know this is old but it has me in stitches over and over again. Enjoy!

Dag-routine

2009-11-20T14:37:00.007+01:00

Ok, saa var jeg nok selv uden om det.Jeg beundrede Heidis morgen-routine og luftede idèen om et routine-tag i blogland. Logisk nok taggede Heidi saa mig. Saa here goes: min morgen-routine (uden haar, men det er vasket og foentoerret head-down =). Lidt graenseoverskridende at vise sig frem uden ansigt paa, men hey; det skulle vaere saa sundt at skubbe sine graenser lidt =). Jeg tagger Anna og

Back on my feet

2009-10-13T10:36:00.004+02:00

I have been sick. I am never sick, but when I am it is always due to stress. Nothing new this time around; I have been stressed and a bit worried about moving here, getting myself sorted out financially, workwise and personally.I already felt tired and wornout Friday (I even missed Kulturnatten =( but I only surrendered Saturday evening, went to bed, overheated and with a sore throat. And I woke

Tah-dah list

2009-10-07T22:30:00.003+02:00

woke up in my own bed, way too early. But I got up, got dressed, had breakfast and followed M to finish and print out applications. This is not the best part of moving here, I am tired of sitting down in front of computer to try and sell myself in a language I do not master anymore and much preferred to move boxes up stairs and decorate room. But I did 8 of them, for jobs I have no experience

HALP!

2009-10-07T10:29:00.001+02:00

Hvad er en facer ?

og en anden frakke kan vaere nødvendig*

2009-10-06T12:08:00.004+02:00

• Brug af en bomuld bolden dyppes i neglelakfjerner, tør alle gamle neglelak før maleri negle. Vask hænder og lægges i blød i varmt vand i et par øjeblikke. • Med en orangewood stick, skub tilbage cuticles, så de er alle selv med hinanden, når vandet har blødgøres huden. • Med søm neglesaks, skønhed saks eller et søm fil, forme dine negle jævnt. • Med en rolig hånd, omhyggeligt maling

Smells like.... Mormor

2009-10-05T21:21:00.007+02:00

My staircase smells like mormor. She lived with my morfar here in Frederiksberg.I felt strangely sure about this place, this apartment from the start and I couldn't just dismiss it as a question of taste, (I love these tall rooms, these wooden floors in these beautiful houses, the stucco on the ceilings) it felt like something else. It just hit me walking up the stairs yesterday; this is why I

In love already

2009-10-04T19:20:00.003+02:00

I had just the kind of Sunday I dreamed about when imagining coming back to Dk.Slow, lazy Sunday mornings with long coffees, lit candles, John Mayer on the stereo and a fire lit (bonus). Then brother arrived with wife and 2 whirlwind-kids, just happy to see me after the initial disappointment of not having to take a plane to come see me. They brought gifts, homemade chocolate cake, a fave Barolo

I am not lost. Everything else is

2009-10-03T11:16:00.002+02:00

Okay.I have a tiny problem finding my way around. M and I jokes (actually he jokes, I just laugh along as if I find it funny) that if I ever got to Italy in the first place, it was probably because I took a wrong turn somewhere. And that it took me 15 years to come back to Denmark because of my missing sense of direction. Haha, very funny.Anyway. I don't really see this as a problem*. Or maybe I

Daring parallel

2009-10-01T10:19:00.007+02:00

Disclaimer:Nerdy obsessive food-observations follow:I came up with a parallel yesterday that I have been struggling to formulate but just couldn't pinpoint properly. Then I sort of mentally dismissed it as uninteresting stuff (my BF call me nerdy about food and often I shut my trap about my observations), thinking they might be uninteresting to people who isn't so ... obsessed. But then I came

Chaos

2009-09-30T17:35:00.002+02:00

... my brain can't wrap itself around the fact that everyone around me speak Danish, and that I, who (modest, I know) normally speak very very well and in a very correct manner, am reduced to a spluttering, stammering freak who has not got a proper language. There is no way I can come up with stuff to cook. My Italian heritage suggest pasta, vegetables and my usual lighter fusion-stuff, but the

Psychosomatic

2009-09-11T20:47:00.003+02:00

A huge steak and Amarone is a miracle cure for everything. My throat is sore as hell - I'm very psychosomatic - I have been holding back tears all day so obviously now I'm choking on them. Literally.I needed comfort food so I bought the biggest steak I could find and a nice bottle of Amarone; it's about time I give myself a break. And I haven't been eating all day with all those mixed emotions

So

2009-09-11T16:56:00.002+02:00

I am alive, and very very busy. My internet at home isn't working very well, and it just doesn't seem worth the bother to start calling Telecom customer service now. Oxymoron if there ever was one =).Where do I start ?Today is my last day at work- it is hurriedly trickling away through my fingers and I am telling myself it is just work, but I know I might need to cry just a tiny bit tonight when

Whoa Nick

2009-09-06T11:50:00.002+02:00

i thought you were kidding me. Università degli studi di Milano compares the garbino wind to the föhn that induces these symptoms.BBC Weather has this to say about it:It is the name of the wind that blows in the European Alps, but is now used as a generic term for any similar lee wind. It gains its warmth from the air being compressed as it descends down the lee slope of a mountain and

Meteo

2009-09-06T02:20:00.001+02:00

It is yet another one of those hot stormy nights that leave me rest- and sleepless. I still haven't figured out what exactly makes the difference; the direction of the wind, my biorhythms, the cycle of the moon, whatever. Fact is; once in a while I have one of these night. Deep ones.I feel strangely elated as if waiting for something big to happen. I need to feel the weather physically, I seek

MMS

2009-09-04T17:51:00.001+02:00

This is mobile blogging and i can't wait to see if it works

Weekend

2009-09-04T16:59:00.001+02:00

As the weekend is creeping closer (c'mon, hurry) I realize I might be spreading myself a bit too thinly this weekend.I spent my evening finding movers yesterday, having a row with my flatmate and I suspect that what I really need is a quiet looooong evening in bed with Lost or a nice book. Instead I found myselv signing up for an evening out with 3 of my best friends, even though I promised my

Wish they would broadcast this in Italy

2009-09-04T15:39:00.005+02:00

While I take driving very seriously (probably because I don't drive much) I found this video on boardsmag (one of my favourite sources for good ads) to be almost too graphic and violent. On the other hand, a lot of people have accidents due to lack of concentration behind the wheel, and it might be a good thing if watching this might "scare" somebody into concentration and thus save lives. In

Errata corridge

2009-09-03T22:13:00.004+02:00

Ok.So I might have been a tad optimistic there.With good reason though, she told me we were square with this last rent. Turns out we're not; she needs my whole deposit to pay whatever bills arrive once I'm gone. I tried to reason with her; we never paid that much in bills. And it is not like I am going away to disappear forever. Ought to be simple math; I leave her whatever we spend usually and a

Busy

2009-09-03T20:34:00.005+02:00

ooooh have I been busy these days.I started to make my preparations in earnest on September 1st and I'm exhausted already.My Tadaaaah!list is shorter though:I found the transport company that will ship my shoes, my books, my crystalglasses, my bags and basically everything else I have accumulated in 15 years. They ship once every week, on Thursdays and I can expect my habengut to arrive in

More pumpkin

2009-09-01T20:12:00.003+02:00

I didn't finish all the pumpkin soup yesterday, so tonight I reduced the pumpkinsoup to a velvety orange cream while letting thin slices of bacon fry until crisp. Grated some pecorino cheese while the pasta was cooking. And tossed it all in a big pan and drizzled with good extra vergine. Delicious while slighty heavy - we're still on the tooo hot side of summer in Italy.And I have got leftovers

DK 4

2009-09-01T14:04:00.000+02:00

Can't wait to wear my highest heels in Denmark and not look like a tranny or a freak.

Slowly but steadily...

2009-08-31T19:21:00.000+02:00

I plan to clean out my kitchen cupboards in preparation for Dk. I have kilos and litres of staples; flours, nuts, almonds, sugar, honey, oil, vinegar and canned goods. You name it.As part of the challenge of it all (oh yeah, I'm high!) I would like to leave nothing behind and take nothing with me when I come back. Even though my flatmate ought to be happy to finish anything I fail to use.So from

K-Blog

With the start of march, away went...

I gamle dage 6 måneder hvor hyppigt har i gennemstegt den næste aktiviteter?

Dreamscenario

The Fall

Joy is 4:

Two years ago

Sunday

A few things I didn't need to know

Snippets of these days

Yoga

Mystery

Thanks II

Loop

Italy II

Restless III

Italy I

It was as if

OMG?

The Only Thing *I* Heard

The right thing to do

....

About romanticism

Coming home

Zen

You know you're part of an all-male staff...

Comeback

And she would definitely have a moustache...

Love?

Lykke

Laidback

Gettin' friskier

Offer

Restless

Tamed

About heritage

Soft

Lost in the big picture

River

Joy is: 3

Joy is: 2

Joy is: 1

Kyllyan - Ash: 2 - 0

Kyllyan - Ash: 1 - 0

While waiting

Error!

Fortuna

Plan B

Multimedia message

Overheard at work 1

Decadent

Disclaimer: Electronic Top 10

Backstage

Noise alert

Spring?

Terrorizing my peacelily

Fristet

Death by chocolate

Autechre

About not sharing

Concert

Selfportrait(s)

Restless

Making a new friend

Ilddåb

Beautiful Copenhagen

It's Monday

What's cooking

Loop

Cascate

Thanks

DIY care

I want to blog again

Hey Leo - se her

Hilarious link

Disclaimer: Bitching ahead

Long way home

More Cowbell

Dag-routine

Back on my feet

The Only Thing I Heard