Thinking of waking up. March 27, 2008

I found a diary entry from a couple of days ago (for those who know me, yes, I write in English). Wipe the grimy window with your sleeve and have a little peek inside my life:

Good-fricking-afternoon! What a fucking day, eh? I woke up this morning, feeling as out of bed as my hair. I have just transcribed and translated two Bible texts, with shitloads more to go, but hey, I have got plenty of time and a lot of ‘whateverness’ to fill it with.
I listened to almost all of my Oasis this morning, to accompany Hebrew. Strange, because I only listen to all of my Oasis in one go when drunk. I know parts of songs by heart, but don’t ask me their title. It sounds like one amazingly long line of music, with variations in tunes and words. It reminded me of how much I love this band – if I could cut and paste bits of their songs, it would make up my life in lyrics and music notes. And mentally, that is what I do. “I hope you know, it’s touch and go; sail them home with acquiesce. And hey, do you keep the receipts for the friends that you buy? Be on your way and stop crying your heart out. She knows it’s too late as she’s walking on by, where did it all go wrong? Talking to the songbird yesterday, someday you will find me; the answer is in the looking glass.”
There are two empty bottles of wine reminding me of yesterday – I have got a hunch this might explain the out-of-bed hair. Lately I have been a bit of a mess that extends further than my locks; since the start of this semester everything has felt like being stuck in a whirlpool, I get so whoozy of being slung all over the place that it seems like being glued to a wonky merry-go-round, and life is washing over me sanding off all the edges. For now, it is a spot I don’t mind being in, but I know that maybe, sometime this year, I might want to drag myself ashore somewhere, preferably where it is warm, safe and sunny.

This could really use those ridiculous quotation marks you have on Tumblr.

Not Duchess, but Roquefort. March 23, 2008

This is my cat. This morning we discovered she might be having an identity crisis.
We took out the leftovers and she went straight for them; that’s pretty normal, right? She dragged her freshly slayed chunk of leftovers into the conservatory and that is when we started wondering. It’s a slice of cheese, medium aged Gouda to be precise. I don’t know where this penchant for food usually loved by mice comes from, but it is pretty picture-worthy. As you can see, she doesn’t bite it, she just licks at it like fro yo. If you think eating cheese is not too crazy for a cat, I need to mention that she was eating orange peel moments before I took this picture. I can’t wait to see what she will do with that coconut husk.

Happy Purim! March 21, 2008

I am just as Jewish as your average muslim, which means I am not Jewish at all. But since I read Hebrew studies at university, I like to get a bit hands on with culture, and holidays form a very important part of that. Not only do they provide great insight into life and morals, they also give me the chance to, on a much lighter note, enjoy some good cooking, the results of which you can see below.
In no way am I celebrating Purim as if I were completely acquainted with Jewish culture and understanding every aspect of it; I feel I cannot partake in a holiday when missing two very key elements, namely background and history, or if it is not tradition for it to be celebrated within the community I live in. For example, Saint Nicholas is one of the highlights of my year – chocolate! tangerines! presents! – but I am not christian. Still, I am a part of the culture that surrounds that day.

But on to lighter things! I have busied myself with the making of hamantaschen with poppy seed filling – utterly delicious, but pretty hard to make (took me forever to get the shape right). A picture of my first attempt:

I find it takes about half a Regina Spektor album to get the poppy seed filling right, three Wolfmother songs to bake them (Joker & The Thief, The White Unicorn and Where The Eagles Have Been), and the first three lines of Oasis’ Songbird to eat them. I-tunes is my constant companion while cooking, you see.

Look at the birdie! March 15, 2008

After a two-week wait, I finally got my new camera delivered. It’s a state of the art Canon IXUS 950 IS, 8 megapixels. I have no idea what all of that means, I just wanted it to work and be within my budget. It looks pretty shiny and ‘ooh!’, exactly what little magpie me needs.
Pretty ace! Ace because I now don’t have to borrow my dad’s, and ace because now I can start taking pictures on holiday – which I never used to do, despite travelling a lot. Also, I can annoy my unsuspecting friends and photograph just about every random thing. Heck yeah. Here are the first two examples of randomness:

 

A tad bit pixellated due to resizing, but not too shabby, eh? Ok, ok, just photos, but hey, the money I paid for the camera makes them good photos. Doesn’t matter if I actually bought a crap piece of technology, just don’t tell me and leave me to admire the shinyness of my Canon.
Also, why did Chad Kroeger have to write that song ‘Photograph’? It’s stuck in my head now, and it makes me want to harm cute little things out of frustration. I think Nickelback has this effect on 99.99% of the population; the other 0.01% is actually deaf.