Well, everything is spinning around at the moment. Can't quite get a hold of what's up and down. Maybe that's a good thing and maybe not - only time will tell. Anyway, as usual there are all these things I should be doing but then again can't be arsed to do, which doesn't really help much in the long run.
That's not to say that my academic efforts are in perpetual paralysis, but it is to say that I'll have a lot of catching up to do very very soon. And joy, what fun I shall have!
I completed the Witcher, and I completed Deadhouse Gates (the latter after a long and sporadic period of partial reading), and now I'm plunging into greater depths with the sequel to Deadhouse Gates, named Memories of Ice. Is that really all that's happening in my life? No, but some of the rest is really none of your business (assuming there are any readers but me!)
Tomorrow I'm calling a psychologist. Very exciting...!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
What is it your hear? Silence again. The oppressive silence of depressing thoughts, and why now? No, the reason isn't emo-related. Much, much worse; election-related.
Denmark ends up with another period where a consortium of right-wing nuts get the power to veto practically any sensible proposal that might occur at any point.
Result? I'm pretty much drowning all my sorrows in computer games, movies and books? Result? I get no homework done. Result? Eh... It's not on my current list of priorities to work out.
Besides there are other things to notice.
Denmark saw its first dose of snow this part of the year, and it feels odd to think that one year back I was out there on a heavy bicycle delivering mail and commercials to people. Well, I don't really miss having to face the frost before 6 a.m. in the morning. The darkness wears me down - but makes me think a bit...
Think of how much that never happens because people don't act. Sometimes in the train you smile at a stranger, and the person smiles back. But for some reason you don't start talking... You might be too tired. You might be too scared. You might not really want to... But it annoys me when I want to talk but am feeling too tired to do it. It has nothing to do with some stupid attempt at learning everything about the person in question because that's impossible, but maybe, just maybe that individual has something interesting to say. Maybe something you'll find yourself thinking or smiling about on the way home.
We all have something to offer each other, even if it's just a little thing, but it's those precious things that are sometimes a pity to waste.
And that's my tuppence of pseudo-philosophy for the night.
Just remember, there's no sense crying over spilled napalm.
Denmark ends up with another period where a consortium of right-wing nuts get the power to veto practically any sensible proposal that might occur at any point.
Result? I'm pretty much drowning all my sorrows in computer games, movies and books? Result? I get no homework done. Result? Eh... It's not on my current list of priorities to work out.
Besides there are other things to notice.
Denmark saw its first dose of snow this part of the year, and it feels odd to think that one year back I was out there on a heavy bicycle delivering mail and commercials to people. Well, I don't really miss having to face the frost before 6 a.m. in the morning. The darkness wears me down - but makes me think a bit...
Think of how much that never happens because people don't act. Sometimes in the train you smile at a stranger, and the person smiles back. But for some reason you don't start talking... You might be too tired. You might be too scared. You might not really want to... But it annoys me when I want to talk but am feeling too tired to do it. It has nothing to do with some stupid attempt at learning everything about the person in question because that's impossible, but maybe, just maybe that individual has something interesting to say. Maybe something you'll find yourself thinking or smiling about on the way home.
We all have something to offer each other, even if it's just a little thing, but it's those precious things that are sometimes a pity to waste.
And that's my tuppence of pseudo-philosophy for the night.
Just remember, there's no sense crying over spilled napalm.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Passing
Why the silence? Well, the days grows darker and darker. I'm still adjusting, but things are looking alright as I find a balance.
First of all: Elections. Denmark has been launched into the good old election circus, with clowns competing for votes with novel tricks that grow ever more spectacular. Well... We've seen it before, although a new sort of spice seems to have found its way into the fray. The political landscape has grown more likely to provide a few surprises, with one new party formed and a few jokers here and there. Still, I think I know where my vote ends, and there is rarely any point in watching the endless duels between liars and hippocrites.
Between social activities and studies, I find myself on the great battlefields of World War II, or in the dark fantasy world of the Witcher. In my eyes, a good single-player RPG is ideally like a good book that draws you in... the difference is that you have choices in a game, and you don't have to conjure up images to imagine the world - which is of course both good and bad. Nevertheless, the freedom that such an alternate world provides is, though limited, very refreshing.
I'm closing in on being half-way through the game, but I suspect it will take a while before I'm done. No rush though; I like exploring all the little quirks of that imaginary world.
First of all: Elections. Denmark has been launched into the good old election circus, with clowns competing for votes with novel tricks that grow ever more spectacular. Well... We've seen it before, although a new sort of spice seems to have found its way into the fray. The political landscape has grown more likely to provide a few surprises, with one new party formed and a few jokers here and there. Still, I think I know where my vote ends, and there is rarely any point in watching the endless duels between liars and hippocrites.
Between social activities and studies, I find myself on the great battlefields of World War II, or in the dark fantasy world of the Witcher. In my eyes, a good single-player RPG is ideally like a good book that draws you in... the difference is that you have choices in a game, and you don't have to conjure up images to imagine the world - which is of course both good and bad. Nevertheless, the freedom that such an alternate world provides is, though limited, very refreshing.
I'm closing in on being half-way through the game, but I suspect it will take a while before I'm done. No rush though; I like exploring all the little quirks of that imaginary world.
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