Thursday, 28 April 2016

Twelfth Night

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

That was a most excellent staging of Twelfth Night. Not least the abundance of Shakespearean insults; their translations had me laughing almost until I cried. I think this remains my second favourite Shakespeare play (of the ones I've seen), next only to A Midsummer Night's Dream. I have yet to experience The Storm, though. In any case, this was an evening well spent. I wish I could afford this sort of thing more often.

Love and theatre,

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Review: The Kalevala

The Kalevala The Kalevala by Elias Lönnrot
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Well, this was an experience. Even though I am unable to understand it in its original version, this translation (by Kirby) made a thoroughly enjoyable audiobook. Tragic, beautiful, and so, so epic. Just look at this:

Grew an ox in far Karjala,
Not the largest, nor the smallest,
Was the ox that grew in Suomi;
But his size was all-sufficient,
For his tail was sweeping Jamen,
And his head was over Kemi,
Horns in length a hundred fathoms,
Longer than the horns his mouth was;
Seven days it took a weasel
To encircle neck and shoulders;
One whole day a swallow journeyed
From one horn-tip to the other,
Did not stop between for resting.
Thirty days the squirrel travelled
From the tail to reach the shoulders,
But he could not gain the horn-tip
Till the Moon had long passed over.

So. That was a _middle-sized_ ox? I wonder what the big one was like. Oh, Finland...

Not to mention valuable life-lessons such as "don't bother proposing to a woman if you are contending with a younger man, because women will always go for good looks" or "do not bake a stone into a cake for someone to eat just out of spite, nothing good can come of it" or "do not let a fish eat the sun, it's just generally a bad idea".

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Tuesday, 19 April 2016

Planets, galaxies and coming back to life

Achievement unlocked: observe all planets through a telescope! Mercury, I got you at last, and in crescent shape nonetheless. This was a most excellent night of stargazing, and just what I needed after these past few weeks of hell. Planets, moons, satellites, star clusters, nebulae, galaxies. Glimmers of hope in an existence I had just about given up upon. Those beautiful, faraway specks of light make everything feel slightly more within reach. My master's thesis. Dealing with my emotions. A stable income. Happiness. A future. 

Mercury isn't actually a rainbow-coloured
banana, though appearances might deceive.

Health. Did I mention my nose was actually broken, after all? It totally was, and although I'll spare you the graphic details I can totally not recommend catching the flu and breaking your nose at the same time. I've had an operation to fix it now, though, and the doctors have concluded that my nose is a bit crooked, but probably not more so than it was before I broke it, and otherwise it's fine. So the slow struggle back to full capacity has begun. I long to be able to run and write for hours, but right now I'm thankful I manage to walk to work without fainting and write a hundred words on my thesis without my head exploding. And while perhaps I should take the opportunity to cosplay Tycho Brahe, like my boss suggested, I look forward to not actually look more hideous than my Nosferatu larp character.

So that's what right now is about for me. Trying to do stuff, because doing things means you have a life. Not to mention plain old survival. I totally made it another day.

Love and hope,

Sunday, 10 April 2016

When in disgrace

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
       For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
       That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Life's not being kind right now. Trying to survive through writing. It's hard. But words have helped before. So I'll give this gory story I've had an idea of writing for a while a go before giving up.


Thursday, 7 April 2016

Eländes elände

Jag hade planer. Det här skulle bli en bra vecka. Jag skulle göra saker. Vara produktiv. Skriva min masteruppsats. Jobba. Smida planer för framtiden. Träna. Vara kreativ, social, ansvarsfull.

Sen inledde badrumsgolvet med en hoppspark, och vann på knock-out i första ronden. Det finns trevligare sätt att spendera en tisdagmorgon än att vakna i en pöl av sitt eget näsblod. En ambulansfärd till sjukhuset senare kunde det konstateras att näsan förmodligen inte är bruten, men att jag ändå borde ta det jävligt lugnt de närmsta dagarna. Som om jag hade ett val. Jag kan knappt stå upp i fem minuter utan att allt snurrar, hela ansiktet är ett blåmärke, det rinner konstant blod och slem ur näsan. Och jag lyckas inte fokusera på någonting alls.

Ingenting blir bättre. Mitt liv rinner mig ur händerna. Och slemmet tar aldrig slut.