Still looking for that pearly oyster

In order to get things a bit sorted on this blog, I’ve been proof reading some of my old posts that have been put under Uncategorized, since my merge to WordPress from Blogger. (Nearly all nicely categorized!).

And I stumbled on this post I had written after I had done my final presentation on my internship in my graduation year at college:

https://faberadatch.wordpress.com/2007/06/20/after-the-countdown

If you read it, after the link (there’s a nice Calvin & Hobbes comic to start the post, I wrote on what it would be like after graduating and looking for my first job. More than 3 years on, I can only say this:

If I knew now what I knew back then, I’d be living in ignorant bliss; but unfortunately I know now what I didn’t know back then and that’s a bit unfortunate.

I knew I would have to put up with a lot of things, but there are still surprises every day. Communication is key. Words! As Auden put it “Words like axes” or was it Sylvia Plath? Indeed: Plath! (Gosh I do miss those English Poetry classes!)

Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.
The sap
Wells like tears, like the
Water striving
To re-establish its mirror
Over the rock
That drops and turns,
A white skull,
Eaten by weedy greens.
Years later I
Encounter them on the road
Words dry and riderless,
The indefatigable hoof-taps.
While
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.
(Poet: Sylvia PlathPoem: Words – Volume: The Collected Poems –Year: Published/Written in 1963 )

– and no, after this poem I’m not going to put my head in any oven (like Plath) unless it is to check if the chocolate cake is done!

Every day is a battle with words, interpretation of others or by others, words with intent, words with ulterior motives, hurtful words, complementing words, lying words… It still amazes me every day how words/communication can be so influential on making or breaking a project. So indeed, they can be like axes.

Well, behind my desk, I sometimes do believe everything seemed more promising back in college. The world as my oyster, ready to be picked and opened, to find that pearl… but as it is, sometimes you have to go out and pick several ones to get to that pearl (if there even is one, maybe it’s a con!). But still. Nothing lost. Future’s filled with oysters. Who knows; in 3 years time, I look back very differently at this period. Maybe I’ll be still blogging then too,  to comment about it. :p

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Carless Brussels, just for a day

This Sunday it was again carless Sunday in Brussels, as was in many other major cities, I heard.

It was fun to see how bicycles and pedestrians took over the roads again. Though some guys, and I don’t mean to put a bull’s-eye on anyone in particular like the man who was driving his Porsche Carrera, could just not get into the spirit of things and leave the ol’ four wheels at home.

What is great is that it coincides with monument’s day, which means that most monuments or institutions are free to visit. Cause some you need to pay for during the year and others are closed to the public.

We visited the Brussels Stock Exchange, or La Bourse de Bruxelles, which other times is closed. The building is located centrally in Brussels and is most times a meeting point for people living in Brussels, when going out. Or surrounded by tourists, taking many pictures. I had never entered it and must say that the main hall is big and beautiful. But that was a bit all of it. We got a guide telling us the history of the building and it’s activities. What was nice were the sculptures by Rodin. I’m trying to find online what they represent, but haven’t found it yet. The last woman represents Victory and the second one Craftsmanship… but am not entirely sure.

But as much as I love carless Sundays, I think if we want to shake things up and make people aware of the level of pollution and air quality, to do so during a week day… but that would just be messing the system up…

In the realm of the uncontrolable dreams

picture: The Dream, Henri Rousseau, 1910.

Do you dream?

What a silly question. Everybody dreams.

Do you remember your dreams? Are they nothing but a vague memory in the morning? Sometimes lingering throughout the day? Images, sensations?

Or are you one of the lucky ones that isn’t much bothered by what happens in your sleep. That a dream is nothing more than a figment of the imagination, what the unconscious conjures up either to process whatever you experienced through the day. Or a manifestation of stress, and nothing more nor less.

Books have been written trying to explain and comprehend. Symbolism in images, why one dreams what they dream. Trying desperately to arrange and organise the chaotic dream to fit into comprehensible and logical reality.

I write about this now, because I have these vivid dreams. Last night again, it felt so lifelike to me that in the morning it made me upset. Silly, really. Getting upset about a dream. Something unreal and gone when you wake up. It’s just strange that it can get so lifelike. The emotions it wakes inside. The smells and touches. Not all dreams have that, but some.

I don’t believe in analyzing dreams. To necessarily try to find a logic in it. The brain works in mysterious ways, well, at least to me. I try so much being organized in my day-to-day life; maybe my brain loves a little chaos to distract itself. (Oh my, am I referring to my brain as a person? That’s the beginning of the end!).

I just wish to have a good nights’ sleep. And maybe dream about lovely things like, bunnies and fluffy things with happy endings… I’ll give it another try tonight…

Home, almost

I’ve moved into my new little apartment!

The first day it felt so strange. I didn’t know what to do with myself. There were things to unpack, but I don’t have that much stuff… it was a strange sensation.

Now I consider it more like home. With familiar things in it, it is easier now to view it as mine.

It’ll still be getting used to it all, but it’s pretty exiting as well.

Only a shame I still don’t have access to internet. I will have to update the blog from work…

Shrinkage in size and slow abandon of blog

You may have noticed that from the 130 posts I have put here in the past 2 years, I’ve only left about 23. Why?

My motivation for this blog has gone. I bearly have the time anymore to put things on it and several intrests have shifted.

I know I have talked about the possibility for some time now – but honestly I don’t think I have the strenght anymore to occupy myself with it.

I have appreciated the comments made and have kept the posts as drafts just in case.

So this is it really – it has become much easier to check things on the net, than to put things on it. So prepare yourself to see this blog diminish over time.

A little test of ‘what am I like’

I got to this through Sqt. And oddly enough, because I don’t find such tests to be very right, there are remarks that are frighteningly true to my personality. How creepy … even the fish on the picture makes me think of my horoscope sign …

Your Score: House Tully

27% Dominant, 54% Extroverted, 54% Trustworthy

Dutiful. Affable. Total doormats. The kindest and gentlest of the houses, you are of House Tully.

You are a submissive personality, meaning that ruling is not something that intrigues you. You posses an odd kind of wisdom in knowing that the throne has too many drawbacks; your interests are far more domestic. You are no threat to the ruling powers, but your strong loyalties to hearth and home make you too difficult to be bought–and if you can’t be bought, you’re usually destroyed.

You are also introverted. You don’t enjoy broadcasting your devices and ambitions to the entire world; instead, you prefer to confide in a close-knit support system of friends and family. You’re very talkative with those you trust, and you’re the type of person who will review plans endlessly. Trust from you must be earned, and you’re very cautious around new people. In Westeros, that’s probably a good thing.

Perhaps most notably, you are trustworthy. Once you are connected to someone, you will stick with them, come Hell or high water. Your loyalties run very deep, and you’re definitely not the type to run willy-nilly betraying friends and destroying alliances. Unfortunately, you lack both the physical strength and the cojones to stand up to those who do you wrong. To those seeking power, you’re an obstacle–but a lawn mower doesn’t fear the garden gnome. Lions, dragons, and krakens all eat fish like you for breakfast.

Representative characters include: Catelyn Stark, Edmure Tully, and Brynden “Blackfish” Tully

Similar Houses: Stark, Targaryen, and Tyrell

Opposite House: Greyjoy

When playing the game of thrones, you play it as best you can, even when your best isn’t good enough.

Link: The Song of Ice and Fire House Test written by Geeky_Stripper on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

It’s too warm…

 

At the moment it is too hot to be sitting behind the pc. I’m taking some time off.

There’s nothing on tv, friends are at work or on vacation, finished reading and am not in the mood for anything because it is too hot outside.
So seeing I have no idea what to comment about or write about, I’m just going to do nothing for the next couple of days but get outside and spend time with the kids in the sand. Which is welcome, after those past months of hard work.
Keep well.

Lyrical Mozarts’ balls

(Got your interest now, don’t I? *wink wink*)

It has been days and still it’s gnawing
somewhere deep inside it hides
it still resides, wanting to take over
and give in to the craving, the hunger…
lying there it’s taunting me
luring me with its promise of satisfaction
oh, when I think of undressing the confinement in which it is wrapped
I would shred it to pieces
to smell that fragrant smell of sweetness, the dark chocolate coat with its bitterness inside!
but it’s the last of its kind, alone
one not yet devoured in haste like its peers
now I regret my foolish actions
one remains
untouched
on my table in its box
each day
for me to see
———————————————————–

Being lyrical about a treat can be considered insane, but bear in mind that these chocolates come from Austria and are hard to come by. Mozartkugeln or Mozart balls are filled with hazelnut nougat and pistachio marzipan praline centers, draped in dark chocolate. Hmmmmmmmmmm.

Ode to malfunctions

Here’s something interesting for those with blogger problems at times:

http://sqt-fantasy-sci-fi-girl.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-usually-put-up-two-posts-day-but.html

Bloggers’ Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, and inside each house
Was a blogger quite busy with keyboard and mouse.
A post each one published on Blogger with care;
Then viewed the results with a horrified stare.
They wistfully thought of their comfortable beds
While dealing with problems that each blogger dreads:
The bloggers on Beta are caught in a trap
They cannot revert though their blogs turned to cr*p.
Blogger has always got something the matter
Both versions have problems, not just the latter:
Our lengthiest posts disappear in a flash
To see our file uploads we must delete cache
The style sheet's gone crazy, but why we don't know
The sidebar's no longer beside, it's below
Your blog skin and link list may soon disappear
Along with your archives for most of the year
Unless you go back up your template, and QUICK
You might lose it all with just one ill-timed click.
And if all of that is too much of a pain
You'd better ask Santa for your own domain.

This poem reflects all the pain and frustration felt by so many over the world: bloggered!