on paper again

I filled out my first page of the year, it feels like it's been years since I did that. sometimes it's a good challenge to just fill out a piece of paper with something, anything, because it gives a sense of accomplishment and makes you (me) want to do more and more. it's in a brand new book with rounded edges, dividing stringy-thing and strap-around band, all in brown, I love it.

look up

taken almost exactly a year ago on a photography mission for school. back then I had no idea that all the people in the last shot would soon become my friends. aw! aren't they beautiful? the current weather is pretty much the same now as it was then... cold and icy and... am I really talking about the weather? okay, time to go.

top 25 tv series 2011

I made a top 25 list of TV series. the rules are simple: any TV series goes, no matter what year or genre, except from talk shows. I've tried imagining: what if there was a new episode of something, anything, what would I like to see first? for the most part I've tried including the quality of the seasons in my final verdict; Weeds, for example, didn't make the final top 25 because of the sucky last seasons.

I have to admit that I forgot a few shows on the list, but I spent so much time on it already so it'll have to do. haven't really tried making a list like this before, but man, it's hard. drove myself a little crazy for a moment. it actually turned out to be a top 43 in the end, but I also tried listing all the TV shows I could think of, and that might not be as interesting as the ones higher up... but here it is, the liiist, tadaa:

01	Fringe
02	Game of Thrones
03	Breaking Bad
04	Six Feet Under
05	Carnivàle
06	Twin Peaks
07	Parks and Recreation
08	Frasier
09	True Blood
10	The Sopranos
11	Freaks and Geeks
12	Seinfeld
13	Black Books
14	South Park
15	Bored to Death
16	The Simpsons
17	The Prisoner (1967)
18	Skins (UK)
19	Peep Show
20	Louie
21	Sherlock
22	Futurama
23	Scrubs
24	The Office (UK)
25	The Adventures of Tintin (1992)

it is gonna be a while before I make another one of these! perhaps until next year. or when the mood strikes me...

aaargh

for once in my life I can actually feel that it's Friday the 13th...

beware of (the rest of) today! here's some creepy stuff.

mr. brown from cincinatti

I love short stories and sci-fi, so when I discovered author Fredric Brown I was very happy. while browsing and killing time online, I stumbled upon a short-short story, "Knock", that really intrigued me. it is part of a short story, which is still very, very short. check it out here. it's so fortunate that I own a Kindle, because there's an amazing site, gutenberg.org, where you can download free e-books in 4 different formats and start reading within minutes. there're only books by deceased authors, and the collection as a whole is quite good.

"The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door..."

oh, the horror! goosebumps! it's amazing that two so short sentences can contain so much. I've now read about 5 of Brown's short-shorties, and still have a few shorties left. yay and hooray for Project Gutenberg! he uses the same themes over and over again (Mars, Martians, Earth, humans living in space, etc) and after reading a few I was in the zone. his old school writing totally relaxes my brain.

but now my brain is too tired for anything that involves thinking independently, so I will eat noodles with eggs and watch whatever on TV.

monday evening

after one of the best first-day-of-school-days I've ever had, it's perfect to tune in on the TV and they're showing Fantastic Mr. Fox. I can't really say much about it, other than I love watching it. it's so cute and funny. check it out if you like puppets, talking animals and quirky dialogues.

wow: I'm so tired I can't think straight! or anything at all.

since this post has nothing much else to offer than nothing, here's a 3-year-old photo of me "kissing" everybody.

nordic memories: fixed

on November 29th I wrote about some memories in a post called nordic memories. this post is a correction.

I wrote about my great grandmothers' childhood, but apparently my brain doesn't remember everything equally well, because the incident happened to my great grandfather and not great grandmother. whoops...

expanding the story: the city where this happened is called Skarð and has been abandoned ever since it was depopulated. my mother told me that once in a while there are planned trips to the bygd, so descendants of the people who once lived there can see the ruins and get some kind of closure. I'd very much like to go there sometime, but it won't be for a while. I'm going to the Faroe Islands this summer, but those days are filled up with birthdays and parties, and I doubt that anyone will agree, or have the time, to go on this somewhat bleak journey with me. someday I'll have to go, though, since the family history fascinates me.

reading while it's raining

almost done reading King's Dreamcatcher on my Kindle, for which I haven't really had time during the holidays, so it's neat being able to just read and nothing else (apart from eating chocolate cookies).

my Christmas was one of the loveliest in a long time, and I think it has something to do with my state of mind; less weary and somehow more aware. my mother outdid herself with the Christmas dinner and just being at home was so cozy. we drank gin/tonics and red wine, and I was so full all the time that I didn't eat more than a single caramel, which is really weird for me. for dinner two days later I made the best goddamned leek pie I've ever eaten - felt so proud and full.

the days in between Christmas and New Year's were spent in Århus, in Lars' new two-storey apartment, with great food and homemade Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. his girlfriend is 5 months pregnant with my new baby brother, so we drank wine on her behalf and smoked our cigarettes outside (she's a high school teacher, so she loves her wine/tobacco). we talked about names for the baby and no one agreed on any names, so I'll just keep my fingers crossed and hope he's not a Brian.

New Year's Eve was spent at Tine and Simon's place on Amager, and I had such a good time. it was my first time meeting some of their friends, so at first I felt so, so awkward. I think everyone felt a little bit awkward, but somehow everything is less awkward when someone points out how awkward it really is. after that both funny, sad and inappropriate topics were discussed until about 4 am. Hugh from England had studied something or other called Norse Languages or something like it and Hiroko from L.A. is married to a Dane, so the conversation switched between Danish and English a whole lot. Hiroko and David have just moved to Copenhagen from Fanø, and I'm pretty sure Hugh also lives here, so hopefully I'll get to see them all again soon. Tine has some photos of the evening over on MusicIsMySecret.

oh well, yes. now I'm going to eat some frikadeller with my mother's homemade pickled beets on rye bread and read Dreamcatcher. have a nice Wednesday.