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One thing I never thought about, but that hit me (hard) a couple of hours ago, is how a great part of the strong women I know and admire (also in Blogland) has certain issues with their mother and certain issues with their father. Much as I tend to click well with men that has absent fathers (mentally or physically), i find that many of the women I admire (and feel lucky to call friends) have issues with their mothers.  Men with absent fathers tend to become more *men* themselves. When I think about it; (whoa) His (BF) dad is dead, two of my best male friends' dad are dead. It is as if men compensate. They lose their role model and has to walk that fine balance themselves, to figure it out on their own. They are men that are raised by women and that often develop a special sensitivity because of that, and so (paradox) become more male in the process. And that's probably the link. Because women (yes, I count myself in) that have dominating (strong) fathers grow up denying that s...

...already a tiring one. The way my computer broke down Friday proves to be a pain-in-the-beehind now. I have all my backups yes, but our admin-guy is in Milan all day and can't transfer them to me from the server. I can not hook up to our server without him and so I must move files and projects back and forth manually using my 1GB usb-drive. From a Mac. That is not mine.  Grr. I'd rather blog all day, check my mail, browse my fave-blogs or find that gorgonzola-mousse recipe than run back and forth with a stick.

I had a perfect weekend. Spa with all the wonderful treatments, loads of heavenly food and wine and lurve lurve lurve (nauseating, I know, but let me wallow in it just a while yet, it's still Sunday =) even though you know i'll post this Monday morning). He had the long massage (and woke himself snoring a couple of times=)) while I did the sauna-iceshower-stunt at least 4 times. I did the turkish bath, the tepidarium, the salt-therapy and then I walked on stones in the mini-jacuzzi (actually it's called a Kneipp but i like mini-jacuzzi better) supposedly re-activating my ... ehm... chakras ? No, wait - that was in the chromotherapy, and they were not re-activated, they were re-aligned. And colored in. Ok. I'm taking the p*ss out of it, but fact is that I'm still soft and tender inside after a weekend with him, and obviously I have to take the weewee on something, to not admit that I miss him already. And the spa was perfect, it was the first time in my life I ever w...

and they lend me their internet connection in my favourite Aperitivo-place . MMM, this weekend turns out nicely. And the BF as well ARGHHHH=)

... my work one that is. Can't figure out whether I ought to have one minute of silence to honour it or just have an early weekend.... Hmmm - think I'll leave early and mourn all weekend not! I have all my backups and a fine guy to fix it so it's no big damage...

that I plucked seed pods out of my younger brothers hair. Have I been giving him an idea of my reality that isn't right ? Hope those pods won't germ in his head. Don't worry and stay cool bro...I am!

Miralax Syringe The last of my musli bars to inject with laxative. This will be the last time that guy from the office next door steals my snacks ...

I haven't be able to do nothing useful tonight. I pushed all my to-do-things yet another day ahead and submitted to pure pleasure. I made Baci Danesi (danish kisses as opposed to Baci Perugini (Perugia kisses) - an Italian chocolate classic) - pure dark chocolate treats filled with crushed almond, coconut shreds and freshly ground coffee beans. And then I ate untill I had enough and watched Beautiful Minds, a series of english documentaries about the greatest brains of today - the catch obviously being that the greatest brains today belong to otherwise handicapped people, autistics, down syndroms and blind people. Wonderful documentaries that really set me thinking (yeah, well not too much, I was OD'ing on chocolate remember?), I downloaded them from Youtube. Then Mahjongg on the laptop, fertilized my orchid, knitted a few rounds on my woollen scarf (yes, i knit), and at last hot ginger tea to try (once again) to chase away this cold that won't bloom nor go away. And now I...

...he sent mail: "I happen to have a ticket for 2 to the Spa in Punta Ala (massage, turkish bath, thalassotherapy, chromotherapy...) What do you say ?" Well, what *did* I say ? I yelled YES!!! (please =))

that I don't really have an "about me" page like everybody else in Blogland seems to have . And as I am a tiny bit sick and wish for nothing more than to stay in bed and not think too much, this post could be that page. So here goes. I'm danish, female and 34 years old. I have been living in Italy for 14 of those years. My mum says I'm almost Italian, but I know she says so because of my temper, not because I've been here for most of my adult life. I came here to work (hoping for model jobs, got some but realized that I'm not cut for that/not beautiful enough/not ambitious enough - it doesn't really matter anymore) and fell in love with an Italian. After two years we fell out of love, became very good friends and we still are. He reads this blog and leaves sarcastic, flattering and funny comments on quite a few posts of mine. Hi Nix. When I left him I had fallen badly in love with Italy, the food, the language, the culture, the climate, the wine and th...

something Kyllyan, have you ? You haven't blogged for a few days ? K: Yes, I've been busy preparing a movie, a client has chosen me as avatar on their new site. Ah, so you think you might be a good actress, and have a future in the movies ? K: Well, no, but ... the client didn't have much of a budget, and ehm, I happened to be around, ... the producer saw me, cast me as actress and had me do a test*. Happened to be around eh ? Come on, you wanted to and thought you could do better than a professional actress, elbowing your way to stardom. K: Ehm, no. Actually I designed the site, presented the project and did the translations as well, so I kind of... happened to be around, yes. Ok then. So what's your next project ? What are you going to be working on ? K: It's sort of a priority right now, to stop my collegues taking the p*ss out of me every time I pass, and yell "click here to make me take my clothes off", "click this" and so on . Then I'l...

I love unfinished graffiti. Or the kind where somebody starts to write, then have a change of mind and cancel or cover up. I mean, come on; it's not like you're doing worldclass art here. You have a very short time, you have the guts to write on somebody's wall, though it's illegal. At least make up your mind about what you have to say that makes it worth the risk. No ? Or is covered-up graffiti the street-equivalent to kleptomania ? The powerful urge to just have to write/steal *something*, never mind what ? A busdriver honked his horn appreciatively when i whooshed by him, yesterday on my bicycle. Nice, i am not one to turn down a compliment. But he had a busload full of people smiling and waving behind him, probably thinking what *I* was thinking "flirting should be something between 2 persons, not something to share with a load of passengers". I obviously still haven't gotten used to Italians putting their appreciations on display like that*. *(and of ...

to have an hour-long bath, complete with soundtrack , soap suds, wineglass and candles on the edge of the tub. It's been a very long and stressing day. But I've got work to do, laundry to fix and i can't allow myself the luxury of sinking into myself. Because that's exactly what I do when I go through a difficult moment. I sink down to the bottom of myself, down to the basics, where there's only what I see, what I smell, feel, taste and feel. I can't sink any deeper, it's the beginning of everything. When I strip down to the basic senses and stop trying to find any meaning, reason and conclusions, then I'm living the NOW. It's comforting and safe. And it's where I finally breathe, just exist and where i eventually relax. I'll get to that. Second temptation: grant my last request and just let me hold you, don't shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me sure i can't accept that we're going nowhere, but one last time, let's go th...

I realized I was whistling when I pulled out my bicycle this morning to go to work. And I kept on singing all my way down to the river, feeling the fresh morning air in my hair, Paolo Nutini in my ears and casually steering with one hand. The river is so bright in the morning sunshine, I can barely look at it, all glimmery and sparkly. The pigeons are too lazy to get properly out of the way and the fat water rats chase the ducks. The trees just brush my hair as I swoosh by and there is still the scent of green in the air, though it's less obvious, now a bit of cold has come. The magic lasts even when I leave the riverbank to go uptown and into the traffic. I reckon it might be a good one today.

... the apartment, that is. Have a second appointment tomorrow to nail down the details but the elderly couple would be happy to adopt me, YAY. Thanks to those of you who crossed their fingers/toes/teeth for me =)

Went to see yet another apartment, 600 m from where I work. It is very small and very crowded, I had the feeling I had walked into a closet. I just can't whip up the enthusiasm anymore, i can't even remember how many places I've seen now. I made up my mind anyway, cross fingers for me, I hope to get the one in Maliseti, with the huge veranda. I'll call tonight and tell them I would love to live there, i feel like this older couple might adopt me.

I had a wonderful evening yesterday night, it was a long time i didn't see my godmother. We had dinner indeed at Montecristo, the grilled calamari stuffed with buffalo mozzarella and the Greek catalana of scampi and shrimps. I even discovered a Sicilian Chardonnay (Fina; note to self) that may match that of Planeta. Incredible. We spoke about her work (she's a tourist guide, she bring Danish people to Italy and Italian ones to Denmark ) and even agreed to get together and *do* something. We spoke about my godfather who was very ill recently, but is getting very well very fast. We both got slightly tipsy and i didn't get to bed before two. And there I went dreaming just when I thought I didn't need it. I dreamt I was at my place with a few friends, chatting and laughing. The door opens and in comes the sister of my ex, with her boyfriend and her uncle (they all lived together in a huge house while I was with my ex). She says "what are you doing here?" - and tha...

Oooh, forgot... bought music yesterday - 2 real oldschool cds by tango-genius Astor Piazzolla. Check out some here , i recommend you this one

...my godmother texted me; she's in Montecatini tonight and we'll have dinner. Neat, i'd love to see her and we can have nice fish in my fave Montecatini restaurant Montecristo. And I can (hopefully) distract myself from him for a while. Actually my agenda's booked this whole week, don't really know if that is a good thing but that is the way it is.

...messed with my template and lost all my links to you bloggers out there *hits her forehead with a flat loud hand* Do not even have the time to fix it now as i am off to do my deviled chicken *makes sense as she will swear her way to the supermarket* patience, i will be back.

finally somebody saw me unfiltered and just for what i am.... *sorry just couldn't help myself*

I long to be part of this ... internet 2.o. It makes a difference, that "2.o". I have been a multimedia designer for..what...10 years now, but in a monologue way. As in "this is what i do, i decide how you navigate, you may like like it or surf another wwwave (tacky, i just made that up =))". Obviously you can't be a designer and not care about peoples' input, but what i long for is the *immediate* interaction, not the belated feed-back-stats-numbers-percentuals from the webstrategy department. I miss feeling that i'm part of this community, this cyberworld. Being seen for what i am (unfiltered*) as opposed to show what looks nice (designer**). That's quite something isn't it? To think that i may be seen for what i am (unfiltered). On the internet. Wow, naive, innocent even. I don't even know who i'm talking to (default user, reader, YOU out there), my parents might read here, my family, my workmates. And that sets off a totally new thoug...