My learning curve feels really steep right now, and I’m hoping that when I reach the top I will see a long, smooth, flattened slope in front of me. Until then I keep slogging away. I like the word slogging…I should find more opportunities to insert it into conversation. Anders is gone all week, this time to Denmark, which at least means that he drove instead of flying. Whenever he travels, I have a silent panic partner that sits in my brain and gibbers at me until he’s home safe again. Despite the amount of air travel I have done...

The stuff people put other people through makes me so mad. Selfishness is the root of all evil. I have a few too many friends who are wounded by selfishness right now, and I just want to say to the people who are doing the hurting: HELLO! STOP IT! YOU’RE HURTING SOMEONE! And then I want to slap them, but good. Read the Part About Mary Oliver, It’s Great: The Silence of the Daisies Someone Doing Something to Stop the Selfishness! Immigration Thoughts

Proudly presenting the winner of last night’s Flyinge School Autumn Disco 2004 Best Hairstyle Contest!

Yesterday, in the midst of writing out a glossary of Swedish terms for things found in your bathroom,* I listed rubber duck, which in Swedish is gummianka. Isn’t that a silly sounding word? It’s even sillier when you realize it’s pronounced “goomi-anka.” Gummianka, du är den enda! Du gör badet mycket roligt! heeeee Today, I am going back to Ericsson to make sure my ex-boss is satisfied that there is absolutely NOTHING LEFT FOR ME TO DO THERE. *rolls eyes* This is why I have the time to sit and blog in the morning today. I didn’t sleep in, opting...

I’ve been sorta kinda collecting moose since I was 16. I don’t remember how it started, actually, because the animals I always identified with as a child were lions (Leo) and dragons (year of) and lizards (duh), plus I had a thing for dogs; I even had a subscription to Dog World for awhile when I was around 11-12. This was partly because we had lost our dog, Heidi, to canine leukemia when I was around 9. But the moose? Hmmm…

The migration alarm clock went off a few days ago, and all the geese and ducks s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out their necks and shook their wings and took off, in great wavering ropes of v’s. Once again, I think they are all going the wrong way, but who am I to argue with the geese? Martin counts them and with each progressively longer string of birds, gets more and more excited that winter is on the way. Yesterday, after being put to bed on time, bathed and brushed and read to, and tucked in at 8 p.m., Martin could not get to...

Hours In Day + Things To Do = DOES NOT COMPUTE redpirk, there’s a problem now with meeting you on the 31st. They just moved the time of the Halloween party up to 4:30, which means I now have to be there at 2 p.m. to decorate. Do you want to come to the party? If so, would it be just you? You are very welcome to come as my guest, if you like (it’s a family/kid thang, though, so be warned). Excellent, if a bit un-PC*, rant about the societal changes leading to our current state of affairs in...

Things to remember: new names, new faces, what jobs go with which faces and names, which departments are where, the layout of the building, where I am, how to find things, where the bathrooms are, what my new phone number is, what my new email is, what my new work address is. I’m so dizzy, my head is spinning. Is there a limit to the new things a brain can hold? Does information overload actually result in the gasping, frenzied deaths of millions of tiny grey cells? I am both enervated and fatigued. Many things will be very good once...

Dreary day of non-stop rain, lowering clouds, white mist, wet roads. Sleeping in helps. Ignoring the state of the house helps. Reading a good book when I should be cleaning helps. Butterflies in stomach are not for the concert today, but for the first day at a new job tomorrow. They start early, those butterflies, so they can really sink their fangs in. After the concert, the final song stays in my head for several hours. I have my own private mental chorus. Pi da me la! I feel like an octopus. 8 arms waving around madly, each one full...

Imagine a theater nearly in the round, one of those old medical operating theaters, with high paneled wooden seats, so that the students can see every detail of what’s happening under the hands of the surgeon. Now, instead of a surgeon, add a black dance floor, a backdrop, a jazz saxophonist, a drummer that really rocks out, a tall young blonde woman with dramatic makeup and a slinky eggplant-colored flamenco dress, and a choir dressed in black with red espadrilles. We rocked the house with our Sangria premiere today. 1 down, 4 concerts to go. 🙂 natooke wanted to know