A charming and lidless lamp, casting light through the naked bulb, not intrusive or off-putting.
Unless, of course, you're at a concert and just as you're about to leave you're being throat tackled by some uncivilized person to stone bricks falling on your back and smash your head. That is not cool.
No, I would never frequent such a place, but it happened to the spouse of a coworker of mine.
tirsdag 30. juli 2019
onsdag 10. juli 2019
Pride in my hometown
First time ever, too! 50 years since Stonewall, but the first of many to come, I hope.
Just finished writing the first draft of what might end up being my speech at the second one next year. Yes, I was that inspired, and it's important to share and care - we are all humans, and we should start learning to accept one another as such, too.
The turnout was great: about 400 people, good speeches (some filled with emotion and hope, others more technical and reminding that the fight is far from over), 25 degrees Celsius, not a cloud on the blue sky and an overall excellent Parade. Most of the people were young, I think 50%-60% were under the age of 30.
To me, it was a bit modest, being used to march in the one in the capital.
Should also note that I did not knew a soul going there, as people I had talked to was more on the fence showing up, and even if some of them did, I would be hard pressed to go over and say hello. Pride is more of a solitary experience for me. Sure, I'm part of the Parade, part of the happening, part of cheering on and smiling. But when I walk, I walk alone. Granted, at this stage I have my place in the Parade and most of those around me have I seen and greeted before (being part of a small subgroup tends to do that). Still, the experience is a very private matter to me.
On that regard, I'll publish a picture. I think this might be the first picture of myself I've shared with people here on this blog, at least personal. Pushing boundaries and challenging oneself, right?
Happy Pride.
Just finished writing the first draft of what might end up being my speech at the second one next year. Yes, I was that inspired, and it's important to share and care - we are all humans, and we should start learning to accept one another as such, too.
The turnout was great: about 400 people, good speeches (some filled with emotion and hope, others more technical and reminding that the fight is far from over), 25 degrees Celsius, not a cloud on the blue sky and an overall excellent Parade. Most of the people were young, I think 50%-60% were under the age of 30.
To me, it was a bit modest, being used to march in the one in the capital.
Should also note that I did not knew a soul going there, as people I had talked to was more on the fence showing up, and even if some of them did, I would be hard pressed to go over and say hello. Pride is more of a solitary experience for me. Sure, I'm part of the Parade, part of the happening, part of cheering on and smiling. But when I walk, I walk alone. Granted, at this stage I have my place in the Parade and most of those around me have I seen and greeted before (being part of a small subgroup tends to do that). Still, the experience is a very private matter to me.
On that regard, I'll publish a picture. I think this might be the first picture of myself I've shared with people here on this blog, at least personal. Pushing boundaries and challenging oneself, right?
Happy Pride.
torsdag 4. juli 2019
The joys of randomness.
"Sadly, he will not be saying anything right now, as he is smoking." (The character in question referred to is a droid that's just been shot to pieces.) "Yes, smoking is bad for you, kids - don't do it. Especially if you set yourself on fire as well; it's a terrible combination."
My friend, the youtuber. I kept running that part of the video over and over and over again, and the more I kept listening, the more it started to sound like Stephen Fry. Granted, my friend is NOT Stephen Fry (even though it would be awesome to be friends with him, too), but his delivery is on point. I'll link the video in question, so you can listen for yourself, if you'd want to. (The quote arrives at the 2:00 mark.)
My friend, the youtuber. I kept running that part of the video over and over and over again, and the more I kept listening, the more it started to sound like Stephen Fry. Granted, my friend is NOT Stephen Fry (even though it would be awesome to be friends with him, too), but his delivery is on point. I'll link the video in question, so you can listen for yourself, if you'd want to. (The quote arrives at the 2:00 mark.)
mandag 1. juli 2019
Weird dream.
- Ever read Animorphs?
- Yeah.
- Remember those early books when all the info you got about the Hork-Bajirs and the Taxxon was that the Yeerks slaughtered their worlds and people?
- Yeah?
- This is what this feels like, only with a conscience.
The dream was much sneaking about, then at one point turned into a brawl with various cleaning implements and tools (also, I was in high heels). I think it started in a hallway library.
Sometimes it's hard to make sense out of what goes on in our sleeping minds.
- Yeah.
- Remember those early books when all the info you got about the Hork-Bajirs and the Taxxon was that the Yeerks slaughtered their worlds and people?
- Yeah?
- This is what this feels like, only with a conscience.
The dream was much sneaking about, then at one point turned into a brawl with various cleaning implements and tools (also, I was in high heels). I think it started in a hallway library.
Sometimes it's hard to make sense out of what goes on in our sleeping minds.
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