tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53115142012-01-29T15:05:57.206+01:00HansabloggIf you should hit the mark, you must aim a little above it .. Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.comBlogger1061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-47133412776822788812008-08-31T01:36:00.000+02:002008-08-31T01:37:38.244+02:00The coolest chick in pop..kHKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-42793602016570500392008-08-21T00:58:00.000+02:002008-08-21T00:59:02.795+02:00a man walks into a bar, the barman says: what will you have? the man replies: ooh not whatever it was you gave me yesterday. i was blowing chunks all night. the barman says: well that can't be blamed on me, it could've been something you ate. the man says: no you don't understand, chunks is my dog!Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-2078012972250413112008-05-30T14:08:00.000+02:002008-05-30T14:09:43.225+02:00Ísland19. júní - 26. júlíVerður þú þar líka?..kHKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-74577668701848784062008-05-05T17:40:00.002+02:002008-05-05T17:42:31.394+02:00Halló.Lesið þetta: http://dianaosk.blogspot.com/2008/05/brot-trausti-ofbeldi-ningsskapur.htmlÞetta er blogg systur minnar um atvik sem átti sér stað í skóla dóttur hennar, sem er í 3. bekk. Níðingsskapur og ofbeldi af völdum starfsmanns skóla. Endilega commentið á þetta. Þetta mál verður að taka til umfjöllunar!..kHKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-25360650424610692122007-08-21T20:42:00.000+02:002008-12-09T02:31:39.937+01:00Þetta er Ísland í dagÓ já, hér ölumst við upp til að fylgja hjartanu..kHKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-78717166061749083752007-06-18T14:26:00.000+02:002008-12-09T02:31:40.248+01:00Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-62878363069512009612007-05-07T20:22:00.000+02:002007-05-07T22:24:55.063+02:00Kosningablogg - tímamótaárið 2007Kæru íslensku lesendurvinir, vandamennaðrirég get ekki orða bundist.Sjaldan, ef nokkru sinni, hefur skipt svo miklu máli að fólk kynni sér málefni líðandi stundar gaumgæfilega. Auðvitað eru kosningar alltaf mikilvægar. Við erum að "kjósa yfir okkur" stjórn .. fulltrúa okkar á þingi, þá menn og konur sem við hættum á að treysta fyrir hagsmunum okkar, efnahagnum Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-15926060447484921042007-03-06T16:50:00.000+01:002008-12-09T02:31:40.411+01:00Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-37183128620429828132007-01-06T02:43:00.000+01:002007-01-11T02:46:03.110+01:00Well now, what do you know. The old bloggin' boy is at it once more. To the best of my knowledge I haven't b*logged since August of 2006. What happened? Where did I go?To be sure, I am not entirely aware what happened. Life just kept passing and I didn't feel like b*logging at all. For a long time. Whether this b*log marks a change time will have to tell us in time when the time is right, you Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1155664507677024802006-08-15T19:49:00.000+02:002006-08-15T20:01:42.420+02:00I just wanted to remark how proud I am of my fiancé. He has been such an active member and leader of the Youth Movement of the Icelandic Gay and Lesbian Organization. It is a cause which importance can't be underestimated. I admire Haffi for his efforts and enthusiasm, as do I the efforts of his peers.This is how beautiful he looked last Saturday, Gay Pride day in Reykjavik 2006.I love him. Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1154455986510345342006-08-01T20:12:00.000+02:002006-08-01T20:13:06.520+02:00Pardon mefor beingand having beenuninterested in b*loggingInactivefor now..kHKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1152206425052585362006-07-06T19:07:00.000+02:002006-07-06T19:20:25.120+02:00This lovely bohemian lifestyle.Me sat at cafés.Sipping computinggazing dreaming,introvertizationassisted by digigodsand mortals viawireless signals.--We have settled in at our new home in 105 Reykjavík. As of today that home is connected to the outside world through internet. We are still in the process of arranging everything, tables and books and dvds and suchthings, but with every day it Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1150994950105673472006-06-22T18:22:00.000+02:002006-06-22T18:49:10.163+02:00Respected readers.Humble apologies for my tardiness and absence. Busy lives tend to turn egocentric for shallow characters such as moiself. One loses contact with dear friends, near and far, and suddenly one can't be bothered to leave even the tiniest breath on one's personal logsite.So, I should promise you that this update be juicy and full of flesh, a feast for your eyes and sensual organs. Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1147614150441638842006-05-14T15:39:00.000+02:002006-05-14T15:42:30.450+02:00If our friendship depends onthings like space and time,then when we finally overcomespace and time, we'vedestroyed our own brotherhood!But overcome space,and all we have left is Here.Overcome time,and all we have left is Now.And in the middleof Here and Now,don't you think that wemight see each other once or twice?[from Jonathan Livingstone Seagull]..kHKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1146339469667056952006-04-29T21:23:00.000+02:002006-04-29T21:37:49.676+02:00The recent update on this boy's life is that he finally completed and presented his Practical Dissertation. A landmark that also completes the whole practical side of the European Theatre Arts course. I am just one Written Dissertation and two Research Portfolios - circabout 13 thousand written words - away from my BA degree. Funky, that.My Practical Dissertation was unbelievably well received. IKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1145542897138789922006-04-20T16:08:00.000+02:002006-04-20T16:21:37.150+02:00It's amazing how hard it can be to get going. To break through personal barriers that make a struggle out of simple things. Is it just me or does this happen to everyone.An example might help --> I am currently writing a paper. A document about the creative process I led along with the performers in my Practical Dissertation piece. We did lots of things that all had reasons behind them, and thereKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1144775088810334312006-04-11T18:46:00.000+02:002006-04-11T19:04:48.870+02:00Dear all.I am still on Easter pseudo-holiday. I have not been terribly productive, college workwise, and thus the latter part of my pseudo-holiday is even more pseudo than the former. I am currently located at my beloved's workplace enjoying a free wireless internet connection, and drinking ridiculous amounts of free coffee lovingly provided by my absolutely beautiful fiance. Here I attempted to Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1143895655387457152006-04-01T14:25:00.000+02:002006-04-01T14:47:35.440+02:00Easter break has arrived. Shorter for us in the third year than it is for other students. I will be embarking on a 17 day pseudo-holiday to Iceland. During this holiday I have to study quite lot actually, prepare the speech that will clarify my thought process during the practical work on my dissertation. The speech that will make my presentation live or die. Lots of theory still to gather and Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1142795423801541452006-03-19T19:42:00.000+01:002006-03-19T20:18:48.900+01:00Greetings.I have broken my mould. I seem to dwell in forms for periods of time. And then I get tired and need a change. I have been b*logging for a while now in a rather inaccessible form, but now the spirit has gone - or changed shape - and I haven't felt a need nor a want to b*log about anything. Sometimes forms encourage or discourage expression, they are tools, and from experience I recommendKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1141838275582833092006-03-08T17:52:00.000+01:002006-03-08T18:17:55.606+01:00Hip hip hoo-rayYours truly will truly be leaving for the volcanic island he calls home .. to plug-in to his fiance, the clean air, the clear water, his desired protective domesticity, to re-charge, re-juvenate, re-turn, re-er..Current thought process:Anybody who intends to practice art, in whichever form, is by venturing thusward assuming the responsibility of continual integrity and Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1141438613633106082006-03-04T02:53:00.000+01:002006-03-04T23:47:01.390+01:00I have absolutely nothing to say ..and yet I say (palimpsest)Had a DvD night with friends, watched interesting filmmaking. I love it when mediums interrogate themselves. Challenge their boundaries. Red wine tastes nice, makes you feel all warm. Goes well with cheese some claim. I'm not so sure. Wine is not complementary to food. It is .. to be drunk after food, or before. Maybe I'm just eccentricKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1140609493338246592006-02-22T12:34:00.000+01:002006-02-22T13:05:27.476+01:00Hello my lovely readers.I started running sessions on my practical dissertation this morning. This first session went alright, as I sort of expected. At least I had some prepared stuff to run through.But .. my problem is this:Suddenly, but for a while now, I have been feeling like I have "faked" my way through my course thus far. I am not sure I know anything. My "faking" has been a raving Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1140055012687236292006-02-16T02:56:00.000+01:002006-02-16T02:56:52.700+01:00How funnyand relevantYou Are a Soy LatteAt your best, you are: free spirited, down to earth, and relaxedAt your worst, you are: dogmatic and pickyYou drink coffee when: you need a pick me up, and green tea isn't cutting itYour caffeine addiction level: mediumWhat Kind of Coffee Are You?Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1139884566995711582006-02-14T03:22:00.000+01:002006-02-14T03:38:38.633+01:00Of course I haven't logged my lifefor a whilebeen busy drinking inabsorbingl i f ethe type that energizes and fillsbut also the type that is a sort of dutya duty brought on by choiceI chose my dutymy duty tos t u d yThat drains sometimesother times it excitesbut I have been drainedhad to work for a plug\that kept me from drainingI found it but the work tired meand on the vergedgeof e x h a u s t Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1138553947647677222006-01-29T17:48:00.000+01:002006-01-30T23:41:51.576+01:00One more week G O N E*hysterical laughter*goodI haven't done much really, so I would only have rather boring stories to tell I imagine. People around me have been going through more than I have, but in a way, I guess, it isn't my place to tell their stories.It is difficult to observe other people's stories from afar.Detach mentSo my story is that I am now involved in the last group projectKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1137953981332719992006-01-22T18:49:00.000+01:002006-01-22T19:22:43.300+01:00Mér finnst ég þurfa að segja svo mikið að mér dettur ekkert í hug.Ég þrái að tala við þig, en í hvert sinn sem við tölum saman verður mér svo ljóst hve þú ert ekki hérna. Ég lýk þessum samskiptum svo ófullnægður. Næstum pirraður. Því mér finnst ég annaðhvort segja of lítið eða alltof mikið til að segja það sem ég raunverulega meina. Það eina sem maður getur sagt eru ómerkilegar fréttir, Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1137291358690260112006-01-15T03:14:00.000+01:002006-01-15T03:15:58.710+01:00Fragments of the author's conscious mind in the past quarter of a century II*brosir* Það er alveg ótrúlegt að vera kominn hingað aftur. Stundum líður mér eins og ég hafi aldrei farið. . þegar maður situr hérna virðist manni, já, ég veit það ekki, eins og fortíðin hér og nútíminn, við. . hérna. . núna, renni saman – tveir angar mismunandi tíma teygi sig yfir allt sem á milli er, og sameinist. . Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1135113988735945852005-12-20T21:51:00.000+01:002005-12-20T22:26:53.630+01:00Life is beautiful.Being at home is so important for my well-being.I have been able to meet and spend time with many of the most important people in my life, and have also been lucky enough to meet and enjoy time with my extended circle of amazing friends and wonderful new acquaintances.I should be spending more time studying, doing work for UniFuck itI don't care all too muchI care more about Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1134140290722618992005-12-09T15:56:00.000+01:002005-12-09T15:58:10.733+01:00This will be my last entryfrom England for a month or so.I'm bidding fare-ye-well to this soddy wetland'till I find myself here yet againonce more forevermorein early January.Going home,..kHKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1133661412163562242005-12-04T02:46:00.000+01:002005-12-04T02:56:52.173+01:00YAY! this is fun..a drunken entryJust came home from a wild party..well, wild .. at least festiveIt was greatMe partying away with my classmates whom I won't get to party with for a while nowcoz I'm a going home baby!which is fantabulous .. I'd discard partying any day for going homeBut tonight was great funFancy dress party -which in English refers to wearing costume- I'm not too fond of that Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1133220768046662002005-11-28T23:58:00.000+01:002005-11-29T00:32:48.056+01:00Busy at Uniand when I'm online I spend that time chattingtime flies - I'm loving itThis is my second to last week of termFull-time attendance and availability is the demand these daysWhich basically means I am at Uni all dayevery dayeven SaturdaysOur productions are developing sufficientlyIt is interesting that we are working with such a free structure that rehearsals almost feel wishy-washythat Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1132416078247384772005-11-19T16:55:00.000+01:002005-11-19T17:04:46.030+01:00Hello everyoneWas browsing the Internet and stumbled upon my b*logThought: Why not give it a bit of substanceHasn't been fed in a few daysMy poor malnourished b*logI am so happyI'm shining like the sunHad such a great nightRecharged my fading batteriesFully charged againThis might end up being the best weekend I have had this winterIt surely is up there in the top 3 alreadyThe magic of loving Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1131661119067771642005-11-10T22:50:00.000+01:002005-11-10T23:25:14.543+01:00Long time no b*logTime is flying thank goodness and kindness and different positivesBut on the same note the stuff that I anticipate passes quickly tooI waited ages for yesterday nightand it passed in a flash of 3 hours.I can't wait for next weekbut that will pass as well in a flash of a few days.I can't wait for Christmas breakeven that will pass in a flash of a few weeks.Can I slow my lifepace Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1130600192956612742005-10-29T17:33:00.000+02:002005-10-29T17:36:32.966+02:00Leave your name and1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.3. I'll pick a flavour of Jello to wrestle with you in.4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.5. I'll tell you my first/dearest memory of you.6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.If I Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1130543761483170662005-10-29T01:38:00.000+02:002005-10-29T01:56:01.493+02:00I made a decision tonight.Was drinking some Rosècontemplating.B*logs will become importanthistoricaldocumentsfor future generationsI believeso b*loggers go on!keep at it!no matter how mundaneno matter how personalno matter how trivialkeep at itat itThe decision is thisI will start documenting my lifein lettersthe truththe whole truthand nothing but the truthso help meThe way I have felt thingstheKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1130414524297120962005-10-27T13:33:00.000+02:002005-10-27T14:06:37.663+02:00Faithful readers of non-Icelandic originforgive meI realize my last entry was almost entirely in Icelandic. I claim the right to do this from time to time, as it is much more natural for me, anyway, to speak and write in Icelandic, than it is for me to express myself in English. And truly, to be brutally honest, sometimes I just can't be arsed to make any communicative sequences in English. It's Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1129657809392410292005-10-18T19:40:00.000+02:002005-10-21T17:19:15.443+02:00Fragments of the author's conscious mind in the past quarter of a century IVið upphaf þessarra skrifa, sit ég í upphækkuðum stól, húki yfir þeirri stóru eyðu sem þessi [skrif] mín [eru], með kertaljós í hægra horni sjónsviðs míns, og glugga við enda borðsins gegnt mér, en get ekki með nokkru einasta móti einbeitt mér. Ég veit ekki hvar hornsteinn frásagnarinnar ætti að vera; hvar hún hefst eða Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1129570496420210542005-10-17T19:22:00.000+02:002005-10-17T19:34:56.426+02:00H.K. Maksenseer,Northling was a peculiar creaturethat would inflate or deflate'ccording to what he was fedan altruistic egotista paradoxthat withstoodyet yielded tobeing led by circumstance and playersin the grotesqueness of life- the voluntary antonym of strife -the inner truce of whichwas but a shattered piece of glassglued together by naïvetéa regular purple carcassa decomposed reflection of Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1129047661529650462005-10-11T17:51:00.000+02:002005-10-12T15:17:22.793+02:00Okay..Here we go.A new chapter has been opened. I try to meet it with an open mind, as one should regarding every chapter of one's life. This one is a tough one to swallow though: at about 7 this morning a quarter of a century had passed from my birth.My lucky number has thus become: 9331Luckier by the day.I am back in England, back in Uni. Challenging subjects this term. Thursdays off! Off and Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1128099576191853322005-09-30T18:46:00.000+02:002005-09-30T18:59:36.196+02:00My summer holiday is over. I leave tomorrow, back to Uni.I do not look forward to it, at all actually. This, the wonderful summer and fall, has been a chapter of my life that is hard to close.The following entry is quite simply a tribute of thanks,to the people that made this summer so unforgettable.The tribute is in Icelandic, so non-Icelandic readers forgive me please, but even if you don't Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1126327355345939362005-09-10T06:28:00.000+02:002005-09-10T07:15:59.926+02:00This entry is a sort of index. Below I have inserted links to selected entries, some of which are hidden deep deep down in the dustiest archives of Hansablogg, and for interested readers these can serve as wormholes toward the potential "Best Of"s (bear in mind that some entries are not isolated and you may need to scroll down to find them, the titles will guide you):April 23 and 24, 2003April 30Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1126322816563283422005-09-10T05:01:00.000+02:002005-09-10T05:33:58.720+02:00I made an attempt at early evening b*logging, but after I had written the entry and proceeded to publish it, Blogger informed me that it was under maintenance and the whole entry was lost.Why do I mention this and not just go on to rewrite what I had already written? Well, my b*logging pattern has for the past weeks been that I b*log at work, usually long after midnight. Devoted readers may have Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1125283650428569572005-08-29T04:19:00.000+02:002005-08-29T06:42:53.706+02:00It is funny how incredibly I feel tonight.I have started to suspect, in the past dozen months, that men- at least I -go through a kind of period every month.We all- at least I -know women do.So why shouldn't menalthough not in the same way.I think that every month I go through at least two climaxesat the two different ends of the same mood pole.There is a point in every month whereI feel nothing Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1125124815529331892005-08-27T08:40:00.000+02:002005-08-27T08:40:15.536+02:00Overall, Your Observation Skills Get: CYou tend to notice the big things in life...But the details aren't exactly your forteHow Observant Are You?Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1125115277390602352005-08-27T05:30:00.000+02:002005-08-27T06:01:17.396+02:00Now I am quite bored.."You're beautiful, it's true"..Friday nights are tough on the job. In the same manner as are Saturday nights. Lack of people online to chat with. Everyone out on the town. Or somewhere.All I have is the music..."I'll take what I can before you leave, that is just a smile"..And the book. I have the book. Why I haven't opened it is a mystery. Something is stopping me. Perhaps Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1125035553918573122005-08-26T07:43:00.000+02:002005-08-26T23:47:10.916+02:00I am really tiredBack at work after precious time offThe week off is now a memory of something that tastes of freedomEven though I fully realize that I am just as free now as thenJust feels differentAll my days are one long night- 05:45 a.m. -The time in between working hoursis only a pathetic attempt at life in daylightDays are digested by the merciless work schedulewhat is spurted out is only aKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1124335199970991882005-08-18T05:08:00.000+02:002005-08-18T05:19:59.976+02:00Predicamentpredicament ..I guess I must be half-way through my 3 months at home,more than half-way even..that is tragicI can't bear to think of it - so why am I!I have started working 13 hour night-shifts.And if that doesn't sound exciting enough, I work 7 nights in a rowTime is totally lost during these working periodsbut after each period I get 7 days off.Fair?Fairly..Life treats me well. I gotKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1124145073060356732005-08-16T00:29:00.000+02:002005-08-16T00:31:13.066+02:00The below results are amazingly accurate,or would you - provided you know me personally - not agree?Your Life Path Number Is 3 3 Your Life Path is one that emphasizes expression, sociability, and creativity as the lesson to be learned in this life. You are among the entertainers of the world, bright, effervescent, sparkling people with very optimistic attitudes. You possess the most Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1123907989139799292005-08-13T06:39:00.000+02:002005-08-13T06:39:49.146+02:00Your Ideal Relationship is Serious DatingYou're not ready to go walking down the aisle.But you may be ready in a couple of years.You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.What's Your Ideal Relationship?Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1123906846246049012005-08-13T05:23:00.000+02:002005-08-13T06:26:08.430+02:00This lifetime, a queer journey of twenty-four years and ten months and two days.Lucky number: 9272A minuscule account of baby phaseBaby Hansi had big eyes. Eyes that wanted to drink up the whole world in one enormous gulp. Around the pupils lay lochs of bluest sincerity, pure ponds that glimmered from the light of a most innocent mindscape. These eyes mesmerized and enchanted the beholders that Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1123897262545381072005-08-13T02:33:00.000+02:002005-08-13T03:43:49.193+02:00The discussion will be about art.As art is a path onto which I have been by fate ordainedthe thought of it consumes a great deal of my time and thoughtIt is a bit funny, a bit weird, a bit fascinatingthat I have been on this path since the dawn of this lifetimeHow does a child know where it wants to go ?Why is a child more fascinated by one phenomenon than another ?What is personality made of ?Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1122788470760074182005-07-31T06:46:00.000+02:002005-07-31T07:41:10.766+02:00Who is your alter ego this time?MnemonWhat does Mnemon do?Cry and concealWhat does Mnemon conceal?His feelings. His humilityWhy does he do that?He is angry. Hurt. Tired. Egotistic. Insecure, mostly, I suspectWhy is he insecure?Lack of faith. In himself. And some lack of faith in othersIs crying his way of dealing with insecurity?No. Crying is what's left when he's alone in the trap he has setWho Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1122709476352882122005-07-30T09:43:00.000+02:002005-07-30T09:44:36.356+02:00This one is looking out for my mum. Can't you see, mummy, he/she needs you!Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1122607775273239062005-07-29T04:17:00.000+02:002005-07-30T04:37:17.880+02:00Confessions of a hospitable heart.I have tormented my host. Many times. At least he seems to think that what I am doing is tormenting him. Torment is not my intention. I swear. But it can not be helped. I am impulsive, I will grant you that, and underlying my impulses are all these emotes.The emotes burn for expression, they long for embracing and sharing. It is their whole existence.My function,Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1121748898350218092005-07-19T06:27:00.000+02:002005-07-19T06:54:58.356+02:00The moments are frail.The moments from where we stood to where we lie.As each passes I know it can be the last. It chokes me. It chokes me the familiar choke that I have known for far too long. The choke that has taught me to relish, to linger. The choke that has cursed me and put defeat into each victory.But I relish. I linger. I stay awake and watch. I want to love for as long as I can squeeze Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1121643156907405562005-07-18T01:30:00.000+02:002005-07-18T01:32:36.913+02:00The above picture I snatched off another blogsite, because I knew this kitten was definitely waving to my mum for her neverending kindness to his/her feline brothers and sisters.He/she says "Meouw" to Blíða and Bjartur too!Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1121566427609286872005-07-17T03:44:00.000+02:002005-07-17T08:46:53.176+02:00As the screaming reminded Hansi where he was working, he sat down and reflected.He reflected on how happy he was to not be consumed with mental pain and anguish, to not be lost where a person never should be lost, within him or herself. The world of the self is a person's domain, a person's haven if ever there is one. If one is chained within the world of the self, tormented by fear or pain, Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1121407028976846562005-07-15T07:51:00.000+02:002005-07-15T08:46:27.396+02:00I am still at the spot.05 : 51 a.m.I have counted, here on the spot, 5 hours and 39 minutes.Does that mean I am half-way there, through the night, dayward onto morning?More than half-way, aren't I?What has happened at the spot this night?Less reading than I expected.More communication with angels of the night.Angels of my life in the night.Some for lack of sleep.Some for celebrating time off.SomeKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1121386361743979292005-07-15T02:07:00.000+02:002005-07-15T02:14:08.686+02:00I welcome myself back to this spot.The spot in front of the computer.The spot where my working nights are spent.The spot of spots.The spot where books are read.The spot of all spots.The spot where I communicate without speaking a word.The spot of mimes. The spot of chimes. The spot of slowly passing times.It is at this fixed spot that I will now count the next 7 hours and 50 minutes.I count them Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1120628993336725922005-07-06T07:39:00.000+02:002005-07-06T07:49:53.340+02:00It is very early morning. 05 : 39 a.m. local time.Thought I might reflect on the past 24 hours. 24 hours ago I was sitting right here, right where I am, waiting for my shift to end. It ended approximately 2 hours and twenty-five minutes later. I went home, which usually takes about 35 minutes from here. Buses are slow transport, and they tend sometimes not to arrive at the most convenient points Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1120363081196132602005-07-03T05:50:00.000+02:002005-07-03T05:58:01.200+02:00Nighttime sharpensHeightens each sensationDarkness stirsAnd wakes imaginationSilently the sensesAbandon their defencesor something along those lines. Ghostly visions and macabre sounds abound within the fortress I have built around myself.. the shadows are closing in.Take me away, darkness, sail me away on your silky cushions. Let my limp body bounce over the landscapes you hide under your Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1120271608148285022005-07-02T04:20:00.000+02:002005-07-02T04:33:28.153+02:00I am quite currently working the Graveyard Shift at a psychiatric ward of the University Hospital of Iceland. I am sitting here.. not that much to do really.. and I started thinking of my b*log.It has been nice, this first night of mine in the new job, calm and quieting.. I have had reassuring and positive communication with a handful of wonderful people, all through the Net. I am thankful for Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1119980978702851492005-06-28T19:43:00.000+02:002005-06-28T19:49:38.706+02:00Hello all.I have recovered. My injury now looks like a piece of art on my right forearm. Pretty colors, spanning from deep and dark blue to sunset yellow. Stunning really. I feel like one of those people who cover their body in tattoo. A walking picture. Beautiful being. An Artman.I am home.. HOME .. in my enveiling and loving homeland. The land where I have loved the most, where I have the most Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1119431654443470082005-06-22T11:12:00.000+02:002005-06-22T11:14:14.446+02:00Was in rehearsal.Got injured.Ouch.Looking good.Dress and tech today.Performance at the end of the week.And now it seems the process is cursed.Ouch.Well, pity me if you must.I have to go on.Wishing me luck,..kHKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1118761744655888932005-06-14T16:58:00.000+02:002005-06-14T17:09:04.660+02:00Hello, faithful readers.I have not yet gone mad.I think.This is real, right?Of course it isThank you italics, faithful friend and critic. I can always rely on you for sorting me out.Project? Getting there.Karma? Being dealt with, quite successfully.Back to normal self.The self which is the result of all your definitions of who I am.Yes, yourWhat am I if not what you take me for. Might I have a Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1118064499520469142005-06-06T15:11:00.000+02:002005-06-06T15:28:19.526+02:00Life is so confusing.At many points in my life I feel so in control of everything. Of myself, my relations, my outlook, my attitude. Then there spring forth points where everything dissolves into disarray. Suddenly I am no longer in control, everything is washed forward and back by a big tidal wave of inner chaos and external circumstances. One should not let external circumstances bully one, butKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1117719958260739952005-06-02T15:37:00.000+02:002005-06-02T15:45:58.266+02:00Tiny update.Still alive and fairly well. What has happened? Well, the big project has started, and I tend to it practically every weekday. After rehearsals and during weekends I continue my research work and try to handle everything as well as I can.I have guests. Two extremely lovely people, who are staying with me and have both given me the opportunity to think of other things than my Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1116849776197350602005-05-23T13:48:00.000+02:002005-05-23T14:02:56.203+02:00Okay.Yes. I am in London now. Back to school. Or college. Or university college. Or whatever.. yes, - but I have not yet received my schedule. I am not quite sure exactly what it is I should be doing, so all I really do is sit and read and sweat, trying to prepare for the big directing project - which scares the living daylights out of me, to be relatively honest. Big endeavours petrify me, Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1116008889050674992005-05-13T20:22:00.000+02:002005-05-13T20:31:20.950+02:00My last day in Bratislava.I am leaving. Done with Bratislava. Going back to London extremely early in the morning. There I will have about a week off, and then I resume my studies for just over a month. A big final project for the year awaits me there.The VIPs in my life are hereby notified: the number I gave you for reaching me in Slovakia will be of no use to you after tonight, from tomorrow Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1115836018520542872005-05-11T19:47:00.000+02:002005-05-11T20:26:58.556+02:00Why is the Coca Cola company a company of monsters to be boycotted?Here is material on which one can easily base that inclination. Further information can be found on the following websites:http://www.CokeWatch.org ... http://www.colombiasolidarity.org.uk/cocacolacampaign.htmlThe official worldwide boycott was to last a year, running through 2003-2004. However, there is still every reason to Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1115669112507553182005-05-09T22:02:00.000+02:002005-05-09T22:05:12.513+02:00A very short entry.My time has been swallowed whole with all these visits. Will be waving my friend Fin Boy buh-bye in the morning.Just came back from Wien, travelled in total 12 hours on a train to spend Saturday in Krakow. Poland is lovely. Wien is breathtaking.Travel is amazing.I am loving it.Boycott Coca bloody Cola people! They don´t deserve to exist, the fuckers....kHKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1115150726276423662005-05-03T21:36:00.000+02:002005-05-04T13:45:37.976+02:00I am suffocating.It is hot.So hot.Ég dey..Sharp witted readers will have understood by now that weather here is warm, very warm.. which I generally regard as being good weather, but this is almost too good. It will take time for an icy hearted bloke like myself to get used to this, as it all happened so quickly. Just now, right before the weekend, this incessant and ever-growing heat struck the Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1114632445586926122005-04-27T21:58:00.000+02:002005-04-27T22:07:25.586+02:00I am currently preparing, mentally and physically, for a great and strenuous challenge. I am expecting a visitor, a tough woman to please, who will keep me on my toes, and egg me on into debauchery and bacchanalia; namely, my mother.Our drunken spree begins no later than tomorrow evening, and by then I will have to have gathered all the strength I have left, harnessed my balls (of courage), and Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1114275925908049992005-04-23T18:39:00.000+02:002005-04-24T14:45:49.563+02:00I was sitting in my favorite Bratislava cafe, being irritated by the overflow of tourists that have started making the city theirs and disrupting the tranquil atmosphere I have gotten used to, when I caught myself engrossed in pessimism. My thoughts trailed onto a path, not entirely unfamiliar to me, but a path of which I try to stay clear as much as I can. It is the path that leads to the Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1113847949306268112005-04-18T19:12:00.000+02:002005-04-19T22:52:00.623+02:00Spunky meets Pétya.After a long day of hyperactivity Spunky returned home, his body having grown quite tired during the day his mind had finally acquired some room to think, and now he was plagued with gloomy thought. As he sat there, his mind racing through the unploughed fields of remembrance and questions unanswered, the shadow of his frown seemed to grow ever larger, eventually swallowing Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1113590325502943742005-04-15T20:29:00.000+02:002005-04-15T20:38:45.503+02:00A sigh..Weekend is upon me, a long one.. no school today, and naturally no school tomorrow or the day after. What is one to do with the time?Shall I go out .. to a club. Shall I.. do some private work. Shall I jump on a plane, or a train, and travel somewhere. Where? A worthy question.. Krakow, might be expensive though. Austria.. nah, better save that for my mum´s visit at the end of the month. Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1113147222376129392005-04-10T17:04:00.000+02:002005-04-11T14:47:53.100+02:00Saturday night was great fun. I went with one classmate, Lubos (who I have mentioned in an earlier entry), and a Slovak girl, a friend of Lubos, to a relatively new gay club outside the city centre of Bratislava. None of us had ever been there before, and we decided to make a night of it.The club was of medium size, and, as seems to be very common, situated underground. That is, the main area wasKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1112960893464681682005-04-08T13:02:00.000+02:002005-04-08T13:52:41.280+02:00We started new lessons this week. Practical ones, yay! .. makes all the difference in the world. We are not used to such extensive theoretical lessons as we have been put through here, and it is therefore a matter for rejoicing that we are now moving on to the more practical phase of our studies. At the beginning of this week we finished the final lesson on written adaptations and analyses of theKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1112540129915313622005-04-03T15:32:00.000+02:002005-04-03T21:19:02.003+02:00I didn't sleep for 48 hours, I think.. but as so often happens when one's regular pattern of sleep VS wake is disrupted to a serious degree I can not be entirely sure how long I went without sleeping. Lack of sleep is not my favorite cup of tea, if I allow me to express myself in a rather British manner, and thus I usually get enough sleep. At least 6 hours out of 24, usually much more.The story Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1112221847856446992005-03-31T00:01:00.000+02:002005-03-31T00:33:50.976+02:00I am sitting in front of this public computer with a blank mind. No idea what to write, and yet my weblog lures me to it.. beckons me to express myself about something, anything, nothing. It has put a spell on me.. like a siren it sings to me in the night, makes me dream about it, never to forget about it ever.. it desires me, it needs me - makes sense, it is only for my words that it actually Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1112021294164291502005-03-28T16:17:00.000+02:002005-03-28T16:48:14.166+02:00Today is my daughter´s Nameday. Today, according to the Hungarian calendar, is the day of Johanna, or the saint-day of Johanna. I have recently discovered that there are different calendars for Namedays and saint´s days in the different countries of Eastern Europe. The Slovak calendar has a different name for the day, the Czech Republic another, and then Hungary the third. Russia then has an evenKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1111597697758389332005-03-23T16:02:00.000+01:002005-03-26T17:24:20.356+01:00Bjartur's confrontation.Bjartur Felinae Krisztiánich, a gallant feline youth, had only lived for about 3 months with his new mistress, when the confrontation of his young life befell him.It was at the beginning of spring, the frozen veil over Iceland's surface had just begun to evaporate, making way for clear rays of sunlight that licked the icy ground. The flat, the home of frau Eva KrisztiánovaKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1111512226834372342005-03-22T17:57:00.000+01:002005-03-22T18:23:46.836+01:00Circumstances have turned me into a total sloth. I aimlessly wonder about, no projects to finish or turn in, no class to attend.. I can live in whichever manner I decide suits me best today.Our teacher cancelled our class with him today, apparently he has so much work to do that he can not fit us in to his schedule. So, you see what sort of treatment we get here.. we are not respected as proper Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1111253631139189282005-03-19T17:43:00.000+01:002005-03-19T18:33:51.143+01:00Little to be said.. yet I say.Yay! New weekend.. not that it matters much.. every day is like a holiday here. Time enough off to be relaxed at all times.. all I can stress about is a more distant future. Where will I live next academic year? Will I be able to arrange for that before I go back to Iceland in June?There are no two ways about it, when college finishes in June I will return Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1110976130675700892005-03-16T13:20:00.000+01:002005-03-16T13:28:50.676+01:00I daresay.. summer has arrived in Bratislava.Every day is sunny, and each day warmer than the preceding one.. I have also noticed that the city is getting more crowded, very gradually.. but with each day I feel there is less free space. This applies to the street, Netcafes, restaurants.. I see an increased variety of beggartypes in the sub-pathways, on the street.. my friends the Hare Krishnas Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1110723348690707402005-03-13T15:09:00.000+01:002005-03-13T15:15:48.693+01:00Today is a glorious day.The weather is beautiful, sunny and optimistic..Today is also.. my Nameday.Yes, it is an Eastern European tradition, every single day of the year is the day of one or more names of people.. today, March 13, is the day of Vlastimil/Ružena/Krisztián, Ajtony. Out of all the different ways of spelling a name similar to mine in Eastern Europe, I feel Krisztián is closest to Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1110566268168376792005-03-11T18:51:00.000+01:002005-03-11T19:37:48.286+01:00Yesterday I helped execute a lovely surprise for a friend of mine.One of my classmates here, the only male schoolmate of mine from London who is in Bratislava with me, has a girlfriend who also is a classmate of ours from Rosie B. About three weeks ago she contacted me, and kindly asked me to help her organise a surprise visit to her boyfriend, who shares the Bratislavan flat with me. I found theKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1110466117502564102005-03-10T15:15:00.000+01:002005-03-10T15:56:52.150+01:00A love affair on top of the Opera House.This night passed, I surprisingly found myself in the middle of another make-belief love affair. My platonic lover and I shared a memorable date, not unlike our prior affair on Valentine´s Day, in the silk embraces of the night.I awoke in the middle of the night, seized by an urge to see him. I quickly climbed out of bed, got dressed, and ran out into the Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1110118814888914802005-03-06T14:47:00.000+01:002005-03-06T15:26:35.123+01:00I must admit that at this very moment, I have an urge to finish what I am doing.. and return home. Home being my native and wonderful land. This is not due to any troubles, or accidents.. it is just one of those things, I miss.. and I feel that I am missing out on something.What contributes to this feeling is perhaps the isolation that I have started making for myself.. my diminishing joy of Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1109358219801740922005-02-25T19:28:00.000+01:002005-02-25T20:03:39.806+01:00The week has turned into a weekend.Bush held a public speech yesterday, on one of the main squares of Bratislava. Such an artificial address. "Dobrí den!", "Slovak immigrants shaped America", "Slovakia fought for its freedom, today dozens of Iraqis are fighting to vote for their freedom", "Thanks for your help in heeding the call of Freedom", "On behalf of all Americans: Dakujem and God bless youKristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1108988839585747602005-02-21T13:04:00.000+01:002005-02-22T14:43:28.966+01:00A new week. Is it my third in this country? I have lost track of time somewhat..Apparently this week there will be a presidential summit here in Bratislava. George W. Bush (USA) and Putin (Russia) are meeting here, on Thursday I have been told. And do you know what else.. they are meeting in a palace down the street from where I live. My street, according to my landlord, is the main way down to Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1108735500490281572005-02-18T14:29:00.000+01:002005-02-18T15:05:00.493+01:00The big metropolitan boy is alone in the city.I am alone. Abandoned.Nobody here but me.. out of the group of five I mean. One has gone to meet his girlfriend in Barcelona. Three are hanging about Vienna as this is written. Everyone left early this morning, and left me here alone.It was agreed upon, however.. I have made the decision not to travel much this month. Why? Because I have to respect Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1108467566650831052005-02-15T12:20:00.000+01:002005-02-15T12:43:22.356+01:00Valentine's Day.Yesterday was Valentine's Day, as I am sure many were aware of. Was Valentine's Day not originally an American thing? I may be wrong.. but where and whatever its origins it has spread all over the world. It is a big thing in Slovakia, and according to one of my classmates it is an even bigger thing in Japan. I have witnessed it gradually creeping into the cultural environment of Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1108216404482723682005-02-12T14:21:00.000+01:002005-02-13T16:49:15.796+01:00Winter Wonderland..Bratislava, like I have said, is a great place ... the winter here is cold, but I believe it is shorter than in Iceland .. I wait with anticipation to see what spring is like. I am told that because Slovakia is in the middle of continental Europe, the climate is similar to Mediterranean countries in summer. So, hot then.. or what?Today we have frozen rain. It is raining, but Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1107883907245371992005-02-08T18:16:00.000+01:002005-02-08T18:31:47.246+01:00School has started... funny how I don't see many local students around the University .. perhaps it is because our scheduled classes (our as in us international students) are mainly in the afternoon and early evening. We are doing a specially arranged course on Anton Chekhov's work, as well as having the opportunity to do complementary classes - which are mainly dance! - and the school is trying Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1107713129713082302005-02-06T18:53:00.000+01:002005-02-06T19:05:29.713+01:00A short entry, for a change .. I have arrived in Bratislava, Slovakia. It is a beautiful city, first impressions are that it is a weird mixture of Reykjavik and London. It is a small cozy city, but architecturally more metropolitan than Reykjavik. It looks more like a big city than Reykjavik, but it feels more like a small city like Reykjavik. If you catch my meaning .. It is cold here, the Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1107361851718712072005-02-02T16:27:00.000+01:002005-02-02T17:30:51.720+01:00The perfect couple.. In a lively discussion with one of my best friends, yesterday as truth would have it, the issue of couples and successful relationships became one of the most interesting highlights of our flow. As this particular friend is one of the individuals in my life where our collective mental capacities reach beyond our everyday horizons, things about the world and life seem to Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1107215648020223372005-02-01T01:02:00.000+01:002005-02-01T14:28:35.980+01:00A love story ... If you love someone, and you are loved back.. that is a love story, right? If you love someone, and you are loved back.. and you live happily ever after.. that is definitely a love story - especially if you add twists and turns on the way, yeah? How about, if you love someone, you are loved back, but things do not work out.. isn't that a sort of a love story as well? ... My Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1107027845591079772005-01-29T19:46:00.000+01:002005-01-29T20:44:05.590+01:00People are such an endless fountain of joy and interest to me.. some people more than others perhaps, but that is only natural.. it is a very human thing to connect more easily with one person than the next. It must depend on.. well I'm not exactly sure what it depends on, but there is a very tangible difference in communication with different people. Yesterday I had the great fortune to spend Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311514.post-1106843574570959352005-01-27T17:00:00.000+01:002005-01-27T17:32:54.570+01:00I have decided, regarding the matter of names and details of my past personal experiences (that involve other people), to not give them up, to any real extent at least. I feel it respectful to those involved... however, I will include names and more detailed accounts of my present experiences and future ones - even if they involve other people. This.. is my b*log philosophy.. ... Now, ... what Kristjan Oskarssonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10749354739995714913noreply@blogger.com0