Then an academic, a Nigerian woman, told me that feminism was not our culture, that feminism was un-African, and I was only calling myself a feminist because I had been influenced by Western books. (Which amused me, because much of my early reading was decidedly unfeminist: I must have read every single Mills & Boon romance published before I was sixteen. And each time I try to read those books called “classic feminist texts,” I get bored, and I struggle to finish them.)
– We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
I’ve spent almost the past month (it feels like) boxing up my books and movies. I went to my local wine monopoly store and asked if I could have some of the empty wine boxes. (My new neighbours will think I am a drunkard if they spy all the boxes going into the flat. )
If I can unpack the boxes fast enough, I can unload them at work for a move we’re doing there.
I have reached the stage where I can actually see an end to all the books and movies. Now all that remains is the rest. My clothes. The kitchen stuff. All the odds and ends that I have put into drawers over the years as I have lived here, and never looked at again.
It is time for the stage of the packing which likely won’t have me stopping up every 10 minutes going: “Hmmm, it’s been a long time since I’ve read that.”
This is how well I have weeded the flowerbeds. Stick some flags in them and call it done.
I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone.
What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami
“I’m a librarian,” she blurted out, unable to take the sexual tension entangled with the biting edge of male fury. “Everyone knows we’re repressed old ladies with too many cats.”
Rock Addiction: Volume 1 (Rock Kiss)
by Nalini Singh
Well, he read in the strangest way. I mean, I could never read unless I’d have a rainy afternoon or a long evening in bed, or something. He’d read walking, he’d read at the table, at meals, he’d read after dinner, he’d read in the bathtub, he’d read—prop open a book on his desk—on his bureau—while he was doing his tie. You know, he’d just read in little, he’d open some book I’d be reading, you know, just devour it. He really read all the times you don’t think you have time to read.
– Jacqueline Kennedy.
Jacqueline Kennedy : Historic Conversations on Life with John F. Kennedy
and am currently waiting to see if my loan application go through. Signed the contract on the house yesterday.
The bank gave me a pre-approval for a sum before I went hunting, and I am actually applying for less loan than I was pre-approved for. So, theoretically, I should be ok. Still a jittery process. Waiting. Waiting.
I move in June.
I started packing. I have packed a (large) box of dvds and three (smaller) boxes of books. I am almost unable to see that on the shelves. May is going to be a long month.
“I’d like to have the chance to decide what my life will be like, I think that’s the best present anyone can get. The chance to decide what your life will be like.”
– The List of my desires by Gregoire Delacourt
“I found that if I was eating well, there was a good chance that I was living well, too. I found that when I prioritized dinner, a lot of other things seemed to fall into place.”
– Dinner: A Love Story: It all begins at the family table
by Jenny Rosenstrach
“There is boring. There is sensational. There is mediocre. There is lazy. There is good. There is evil. People do implausible things all the time, and they run the gamut of moderately weird to truly extraordinary. But there is no normal. The world is an unbelievable place full of unbelievable people doing unbelievable things.”
― Penny Reid, Love Hacked
I was six when the Berlin wall fell. I am not sure my memory of it is real – being allowed from bed to watch it on TV with my parents, or if it is something that happened on another occasion.
But I do remember that for almost all of my elementary school years, we still had the East Germany/West Germany maps in the class rooms. (Not forgetting the Soviet maps.)
Walking along parts of the old wall today, and reading the signs was a powerful experience.
“The first draft is your “vomit onto the keyboard” draft, wherein your task is to simply keep moving and outrun your doubts.”
― Sean Platt, Write. Publish. Repeat.
Random thought I had: in Norwegian you typically say, I take the train. (Jeg tar toget.)
But you can also, albeit very informally, say: Jeg toger. It directly translates to: I am training. However, where it in Norwegian it is understandable what you’re doing, it completely changes meaning in English and has nothing to do with trains anymore.
The things that come through my head when I take the train and have the time to sit down and ponder.
It doesn’t always have to make sense.
Crown Prince Haakon and Crown Prince Frederik will both be skiing the Birkebeiner race this Saturday – so of course the newspaper have titled it the duel of the Crown Princes.
The Birkebeiner ski race is 54 km long, and goes from Rena to Lillehammer. It commemorates the rescue in 1206 of the young Håkon Håkonsson – the heir to the Norwegian throne, according to the Birkebeiner faction. The rescue went on skis from Lillehammer to Østerdalen, as two warriors carried the young prince on his way to safety. To further symbolise the event, all the skiers will carry a backpack weighing 3.5 kgs, about the same as someone the age of the prince would have weighed.
“What you do everyday matters more than what you do once in a while.”
― Gretchen Rubin, The Happiness Project: Or Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun