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..kH
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Kæru íslensku lesendur
vinir, vandamenn
aðrir
ég 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 okkar og landinu okkar.
Til að þetta virðist ekki langt og skrikkjótt blogg, loðið og óræðið eins og svo margt af því sem lesa má um pólítík í blöðum, ætla ég að koma mér beint að efninu
hjarta máls míns
Ég biðla til ykkar
að taka mál mitt alvarlega - ég hef skoðað þetta mál og hugsað það vel, yfirleitt væri ég ekki með pólítískar yfirlýsingar:
tryggasta aðferð okkar til að knýja almennilegar breytingar fram, er að setja X við V á laugardaginn
Að kjósa Vinstri-Græna
og þetta er ekkert djók. Þeir sem nenna að lesa nánari umræðu mína um þetta munu finna hana handan strikanna þriggja, aðrir ættu að hætta hér - en treystið því að ég er að hrópa þetta af mikilli innlifun og eindrægni.
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Af hverju er X-V endilega uppbyggilegasta leiðin fyrir framtíð samfélags okkar og landið okkar? Hvað með Íslandshreyfinguna, myndi einhver spyrja .. Af hverju ekki Samfylkinguna, myndu aðrir segja. Fólk af sértæku sauðarhúsi myndu svo tala um Sjálfstæðisflokkinn eða Framsóknarmenn í jákvæðu ljósi. Takið eftir því að ég var næstum búinn að gleyma Frjálslyndum - en það segir nefnilega töluvert um þann flokk.
Hinn almenni íslenski þegn sem kannski ekki les sig til um málefnin eða fylgist með flokkunum stýrist mjög sennilega af eðlisávísun, tilfinningu fyrir návist flokkanna gegnum tíðina. Ég var slíkur þegn áður en ég gerðist aktívur kjósandi, sem gerðist ekki fyrren um síðustu alþingiskosningar. Þá tók ég reyndar afstöðu af tilfinningu og innsæi, en síðan þá og með aukinni þekkingu á raunveruleika hiðs pólítíska landslags hef ég þó komist að því að innsæið var ansi sterkur leiðarvísir.
Möguleg skynjun almennra ósérfræddra íslenskra þegna á "skapgerð" flokkanna - byggt á eigin reynslu:
Sjálfstæðisflokkur --> valdaspilltur flokkur manna í framapoti sem byggja starfsemi sína á hagsmunum þeirra 10-15% Íslendinga sem eiga mest. Flokkurinn talar í óskýrum skilaboðum, helst í kringum hlutina, forðast að vera nákvæmur og gegnsær. Flokkurinn reiðir sig á upplýsingaskort kjósenda og útúrsnúnar staðreyndir. Flokkurinn lítur ekki á sig sem fulltrúa neins, sér í lagi ekki hins almenna Íslendings, og hlustar aðeins á þegna lands síns ef honum er stillt upp við vegg og hann neyddur til þess.
Framsóknarflokkur --> karakterlaus fylgja. Blæs sig upp án innistæðu, byggir frama sinn á því að fá að vera með þeim sem nýtur meirihlutans og hlotnast það með því að vera þægilega samvinnuþýður. Flokkurinn er sjálfur "léleg eftirlíking" því hann er án raunverulegrar sjálfsmyndar, heilindalaus og ósannfærandi.
Frjálslyndir --> lítill flokkur sem enn er að rembast við að vera til. Enginn veit almennilega fyrir hvað hann stendur en flokkurinn er líklega tilkippilegur, áhrifagjarn og til í að grípa hvaða tækifæri sem er til að verða sýnilegri. Þetta er flokkurinn sem gleymist og reynir því að minna á sig með stórum og óvönduðum slagorðum. Þarf enn að hrópa til að í honum heyrist.
Samfylking --> áhugavert afl fólks með afar ólíkar skoðanir. Flokkurinn er duglegur við að hlusta á rödd alþýðunnar og reiðubúinn að laga sig að vilja hennar ef mögulegt er. Byggir starfsemi sína á uppbyggilegum málefnum. Þó eru innan fylkingarinnar aðilar sem aðeins slæðast með vegna stærðar flokksins og þarafleiðandi pólítískum framamöguleikum. Flokkurinn er einnig svo miðjumoðandi að áherslur hans geta breyst skyndilega og hætta er á að afstaða flokksins breytist í þágu þeirra vinda sem hann fær í seglin. [helsta áhætta þess að veita atkvæði sitt hér: flokkurinn er jafn líklegur til að stökkva í samstarf við Sjálfstæðisflokkinn eins og hvaða flokk annan sem er til að komast í stjórn, áherslur hans kunna að geta riðlast í kjölfarið vegna þess að hann skortir fullkomið afdráttarleysi]
Íslandshreyfingin --> glænýr flokkur fullur af hugsjónum og krafti. Einkennist af uppbyggilegum málefnum, virðist skýr og samkvæmur sér, traustins verður þar sem hann segir það sem hann meinar. Ókostur flokksins er hversu nýr hann er, enn í mótun vegna þess að hann dreif framboð sitt fram. Flokkurinn er mikilvæg vídd í pólítískt landslag Íslands, en þarf rými til að stækka og þroskast. [helsta áhætta þess að veita atkvæði sitt hér: deilir fylgi sínu með stjórnarandstöðunni, hinum "grænu" flokkunum, atkvæði hér eykur því miður líkurnar á að núverandi stjórn haldi velli þar sem það drægi úr meirihluta Samfylkingar og Vinstri-Grænna]
Baráttuhópur aldraðra og öryrkja --> afar lítill flokkur sem stæði helstan vörð um afmörkuð málefni á kostnað annarra. Málefni flokksins eru brýn og er sjálfsagt að hann eigi fulltrúa á þingi. Flokkurinn er þó ekki heilsteyptur stjórnmálaflokkur, heldur líkari hagsmunafélagi.
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Vinstrihreyfingin - grænt framboð --> friður, umhverfismál og jöfnuður. Afdráttarlaus í skoðunum sínum, byggir starfsemi sína og allt mál sitt á heilsteyptri heimspeki (friður, umhverfisvernd og jöfnuður fólks - virðing fyrir lífi, fólki og náttúru) sem hann hvikar aldrei frá. Fullkomlega trúverðugur og samkvæmur sér, og hefur verið það allt frá stofnun. Eini heilsteypti flokkurinn, utan Íslandshreyfingarinnar, sem ekki talar kringum málefnin heldur ræðst að kjarna málsins og orkar sem voldugasta mótstaðan við hamslausan framgang núverandi stjórnarflokka. Óhræddur við að setja spurningarmerki við það sem vafasamt gerist á sviði stjórnmálanna, stillir valdhöfum upp við vegg og krefst bæði tafarlausra og hreinskilinna viðbragða. Flokkurinn er nánast eins og "lögreglan" í íslenskri pólitík en jafnframt boðberi nýrra vistvænna möguleika sem byggja á grundvallarheimspeki flokksins.
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Mikilvægi þess að veita Vinstri-Grænum atkvæði okkar á laugardaginn felst ekki síst í því að góð kosning tryggði að Samfylking og Vinstri-Grænir gætu myndað stjórnarsamstarf. Ef hlutfall Vinstri-Grænna er sterkt er Samfylkingin líklegri til að hafna samstarfi við Sjálfstæðisflokkinn alfarið. Þar með væri núverandi stjórn alveg fallin, sem í raun er orðin brýn nauðsyn fyrir íslenskt samfélag. Ójöfnuðurinn á Íslandi versnar með ári hverju. Fella þarf stjórnina alfarið til að mynda glænýtt pólitískt landslag á Íslandi sem byggir á "grænni" jafnaðarstefnu.
Afdráttarleysi Vinstri-Grænna, skýr fókus þeirra, myndi reynast Samfylkingunni það aðhald sem hún þarf til að svigna ekki af þeirri uppbyggilegu braut sem hún boðar. Samstarf Samfylkingar við Sjálfstæðisflokkinn eykur gífurlega hættuna á því að raunveruleg breyting eigi sér ekki stað, og að flokkurinn aðlagi baráttuefni sín að óhemjuganginum í Sjálfstæðisflokknum.
Atkvæði til Íslandshreyfingarinnar dregur því miður úr líkum þess að breyting eigi sér stað. Þótt að flokkurinn hafi vænst þess að draga fylgi sitt frá Sjálfstæðismönnum eða Framsókn hefur það verið að sýna sig að fylgið dregur Íslandshreyfingin aðallega frá Vinstri-Grænum. Þetta er ekki skrítið þar sem báðir flokkar virðast deila sýn og heilindum. Þó eru það Vinstri-Grænir sem hafa sýnt það og sannað síðan þeir komu fram að þeim er treystandi til að halda sinni skýru sýn, sama hvað gengur á í samfélagslegri umræðu eða pólitísku landslagi. Þar sem Vinstri-Grænir eru stærri flokkur með raunsæja möguleika á að stuðla að fellingu stjórnarinnar, auk þess að vera fullkomlega trúverðugir, er mun vænlegra að veita flokknum atkvæði okkar. Og það væri gert með fullri virðingu fyrir Íslandshreyfingunni, sem mun á næstu árum koma meira og meira inn í stjórnmál Íslands.
Ný stjórn Vinstri-Grænna og Samfylkingar myndi þjappa jarðveginn fyrir Íslandshreyfinguna og hópa einsog Baráttusamtök aldraðra og öryrkja. Sameiginlega myndu þessir fjórir flokkar geta mótað jafnt velferðarsamfélag fyrir okkur, nýtt og heilla Ísland þar sem valdspilling ætti erfitt uppdráttar. Til þess að þetta geti orðið verðum við þó að framkvæma í samhengi við aðstæður dagsins í dag - það eina sem tryggði að þetta geti orðið er að veita Vinstri-Grænum atkvæði okkar og styrkja því hlutfall þeirra til muna. Samfylkingin stendur sjálf sterk, enda fjölmennur hópur. Sterkir Vinstri-Grænir myndu fullkomna jöfnuna, auk þess sem þeir væru nauðsynlegt aðhald heilinda og fullkominnar virðingar fyrir lífi, fólki og náttúru.
Ykkar einlægur,
..kH
Kæru íslensku lesendur
vinir, vandamenn
aðrir
ég 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 okkar og landinu okkar.
Til að þetta virðist ekki langt og skrikkjótt blogg, loðið og óræðið eins og svo margt af því sem lesa má um pólítík í blöðum, ætla ég að koma mér beint að efninu
hjarta máls míns
Ég biðla til ykkar
að taka mál mitt alvarlega - ég hef skoðað þetta mál og hugsað það vel, yfirleitt væri ég ekki með pólítískar yfirlýsingar:
tryggasta aðferð okkar til að knýja almennilegar breytingar fram, er að setja X við V á laugardaginn
Að kjósa Vinstri-Græna
og þetta er ekkert djók. Þeir sem nenna að lesa nánari umræðu mína um þetta munu finna hana handan strikanna þriggja, aðrir ættu að hætta hér - en treystið því að ég er að hrópa þetta af mikilli innlifun og eindrægni.
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Af hverju er X-V endilega uppbyggilegasta leiðin fyrir framtíð samfélags okkar og landið okkar? Hvað með Íslandshreyfinguna, myndi einhver spyrja .. Af hverju ekki Samfylkinguna, myndu aðrir segja. Fólk af sértæku sauðarhúsi myndu svo tala um Sjálfstæðisflokkinn eða Framsóknarmenn í jákvæðu ljósi. Takið eftir því að ég var næstum búinn að gleyma Frjálslyndum - en það segir nefnilega töluvert um þann flokk.
Hinn almenni íslenski þegn sem kannski ekki les sig til um málefnin eða fylgist með flokkunum stýrist mjög sennilega af eðlisávísun, tilfinningu fyrir návist flokkanna gegnum tíðina. Ég var slíkur þegn áður en ég gerðist aktívur kjósandi, sem gerðist ekki fyrren um síðustu alþingiskosningar. Þá tók ég reyndar afstöðu af tilfinningu og innsæi, en síðan þá og með aukinni þekkingu á raunveruleika hiðs pólítíska landslags hef ég þó komist að því að innsæið var ansi sterkur leiðarvísir.
Möguleg skynjun almennra ósérfræddra íslenskra þegna á "skapgerð" flokkanna - byggt á eigin reynslu:
Sjálfstæðisflokkur --> valdaspilltur flokkur manna í framapoti sem byggja starfsemi sína á hagsmunum þeirra 10-15% Íslendinga sem eiga mest. Flokkurinn talar í óskýrum skilaboðum, helst í kringum hlutina, forðast að vera nákvæmur og gegnsær. Flokkurinn reiðir sig á upplýsingaskort kjósenda og útúrsnúnar staðreyndir. Flokkurinn lítur ekki á sig sem fulltrúa neins, sér í lagi ekki hins almenna Íslendings, og hlustar aðeins á þegna lands síns ef honum er stillt upp við vegg og hann neyddur til þess.
Framsóknarflokkur --> karakterlaus fylgja. Blæs sig upp án innistæðu, byggir frama sinn á því að fá að vera með þeim sem nýtur meirihlutans og hlotnast það með því að vera þægilega samvinnuþýður. Flokkurinn er sjálfur "léleg eftirlíking" því hann er án raunverulegrar sjálfsmyndar, heilindalaus og ósannfærandi.
Frjálslyndir --> lítill flokkur sem enn er að rembast við að vera til. Enginn veit almennilega fyrir hvað hann stendur en flokkurinn er líklega tilkippilegur, áhrifagjarn og til í að grípa hvaða tækifæri sem er til að verða sýnilegri. Þetta er flokkurinn sem gleymist og reynir því að minna á sig með stórum og óvönduðum slagorðum. Þarf enn að hrópa til að í honum heyrist.
Samfylking --> áhugavert afl fólks með afar ólíkar skoðanir. Flokkurinn er duglegur við að hlusta á rödd alþýðunnar og reiðubúinn að laga sig að vilja hennar ef mögulegt er. Byggir starfsemi sína á uppbyggilegum málefnum. Þó eru innan fylkingarinnar aðilar sem aðeins slæðast með vegna stærðar flokksins og þarafleiðandi pólítískum framamöguleikum. Flokkurinn er einnig svo miðjumoðandi að áherslur hans geta breyst skyndilega og hætta er á að afstaða flokksins breytist í þágu þeirra vinda sem hann fær í seglin. [helsta áhætta þess að veita atkvæði sitt hér: flokkurinn er jafn líklegur til að stökkva í samstarf við Sjálfstæðisflokkinn eins og hvaða flokk annan sem er til að komast í stjórn, áherslur hans kunna að geta riðlast í kjölfarið vegna þess að hann skortir fullkomið afdráttarleysi]
Íslandshreyfingin --> glænýr flokkur fullur af hugsjónum og krafti. Einkennist af uppbyggilegum málefnum, virðist skýr og samkvæmur sér, traustins verður þar sem hann segir það sem hann meinar. Ókostur flokksins er hversu nýr hann er, enn í mótun vegna þess að hann dreif framboð sitt fram. Flokkurinn er mikilvæg vídd í pólítískt landslag Íslands, en þarf rými til að stækka og þroskast. [helsta áhætta þess að veita atkvæði sitt hér: deilir fylgi sínu með stjórnarandstöðunni, hinum "grænu" flokkunum, atkvæði hér eykur því miður líkurnar á að núverandi stjórn haldi velli þar sem það drægi úr meirihluta Samfylkingar og Vinstri-Grænna]
Baráttuhópur aldraðra og öryrkja --> afar lítill flokkur sem stæði helstan vörð um afmörkuð málefni á kostnað annarra. Málefni flokksins eru brýn og er sjálfsagt að hann eigi fulltrúa á þingi. Flokkurinn er þó ekki heilsteyptur stjórnmálaflokkur, heldur líkari hagsmunafélagi.
en
Vinstrihreyfingin - grænt framboð --> friður, umhverfismál og jöfnuður. Afdráttarlaus í skoðunum sínum, byggir starfsemi sína og allt mál sitt á heilsteyptri heimspeki (friður, umhverfisvernd og jöfnuður fólks - virðing fyrir lífi, fólki og náttúru) sem hann hvikar aldrei frá. Fullkomlega trúverðugur og samkvæmur sér, og hefur verið það allt frá stofnun. Eini heilsteypti flokkurinn, utan Íslandshreyfingarinnar, sem ekki talar kringum málefnin heldur ræðst að kjarna málsins og orkar sem voldugasta mótstaðan við hamslausan framgang núverandi stjórnarflokka. Óhræddur við að setja spurningarmerki við það sem vafasamt gerist á sviði stjórnmálanna, stillir valdhöfum upp við vegg og krefst bæði tafarlausra og hreinskilinna viðbragða. Flokkurinn er nánast eins og "lögreglan" í íslenskri pólitík en jafnframt boðberi nýrra vistvænna möguleika sem byggja á grundvallarheimspeki flokksins.
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Mikilvægi þess að veita Vinstri-Grænum atkvæði okkar á laugardaginn felst ekki síst í því að góð kosning tryggði að Samfylking og Vinstri-Grænir gætu myndað stjórnarsamstarf. Ef hlutfall Vinstri-Grænna er sterkt er Samfylkingin líklegri til að hafna samstarfi við Sjálfstæðisflokkinn alfarið. Þar með væri núverandi stjórn alveg fallin, sem í raun er orðin brýn nauðsyn fyrir íslenskt samfélag. Ójöfnuðurinn á Íslandi versnar með ári hverju. Fella þarf stjórnina alfarið til að mynda glænýtt pólitískt landslag á Íslandi sem byggir á "grænni" jafnaðarstefnu.
Afdráttarleysi Vinstri-Grænna, skýr fókus þeirra, myndi reynast Samfylkingunni það aðhald sem hún þarf til að svigna ekki af þeirri uppbyggilegu braut sem hún boðar. Samstarf Samfylkingar við Sjálfstæðisflokkinn eykur gífurlega hættuna á því að raunveruleg breyting eigi sér ekki stað, og að flokkurinn aðlagi baráttuefni sín að óhemjuganginum í Sjálfstæðisflokknum.
Atkvæði til Íslandshreyfingarinnar dregur því miður úr líkum þess að breyting eigi sér stað. Þótt að flokkurinn hafi vænst þess að draga fylgi sitt frá Sjálfstæðismönnum eða Framsókn hefur það verið að sýna sig að fylgið dregur Íslandshreyfingin aðallega frá Vinstri-Grænum. Þetta er ekki skrítið þar sem báðir flokkar virðast deila sýn og heilindum. Þó eru það Vinstri-Grænir sem hafa sýnt það og sannað síðan þeir komu fram að þeim er treystandi til að halda sinni skýru sýn, sama hvað gengur á í samfélagslegri umræðu eða pólitísku landslagi. Þar sem Vinstri-Grænir eru stærri flokkur með raunsæja möguleika á að stuðla að fellingu stjórnarinnar, auk þess að vera fullkomlega trúverðugir, er mun vænlegra að veita flokknum atkvæði okkar. Og það væri gert með fullri virðingu fyrir Íslandshreyfingunni, sem mun á næstu árum koma meira og meira inn í stjórnmál Íslands.
Ný stjórn Vinstri-Grænna og Samfylkingar myndi þjappa jarðveginn fyrir Íslandshreyfinguna og hópa einsog Baráttusamtök aldraðra og öryrkja. Sameiginlega myndu þessir fjórir flokkar geta mótað jafnt velferðarsamfélag fyrir okkur, nýtt og heilla Ísland þar sem valdspilling ætti erfitt uppdráttar. Til þess að þetta geti orðið verðum við þó að framkvæma í samhengi við aðstæður dagsins í dag - það eina sem tryggði að þetta geti orðið er að veita Vinstri-Grænum atkvæði okkar og styrkja því hlutfall þeirra til muna. Samfylkingin stendur sjálf sterk, enda fjölmennur hópur. Sterkir Vinstri-Grænir myndu fullkomna jöfnuna, auk þess sem þeir væru nauðsynlegt aðhald heilinda og fullkominnar virðingar fyrir lífi, fólki og náttúru.
Ykkar einlægur,
..kH
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Well 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 know?
Have you tried http://www.pandora.com ? If you have not you should definitely give it a visit and a try. Let it be said that Pandora dot com is a music lover's haven. Do you enjoy getting to know new music that you might like? Well, Pandora is specially designed to assist you in just that. Go on, have a log .. on
I apologise, on account of time passed and lack of exercise my English vocab may have diminished. I have been living in Iceland since the end of June 2006. Not had too many opportunities to practice my excellent English, such as it was anyway.
If English proves impossible for me I will switch entirely to Icelandic, but let us give English a chance.
Presently I am sat at home. It is about 01:49 am. Friday evening. Listening to Pandora's choice of tunes and melodies to have me taste. Seems like piano music is supposed to be up my alley. A lot of piano in these choices. I love piano, really wish I still played it. I used to, you know. For two years I was a pianist. Then the brat that I was quit. Did not care much for the homework. Homework, aye. We're never entirely free.
Happy New Year. 2007 has arrived. Yay. Hopefully a year of victory and constructive times. Perhaps alcohol consumption will be banished from my life this year. Worth a try. The life style changes until now have proven quite successful. I'm not perfect but I'm pretty good in sticking to certain clear principles. Banish alcohol and integrate more raw foods. The next step down the line. Or up the ladder, whichever.
Enya is Pandora's choice for this moment. Haven't heard this particular Enya song before. Guess I'll tell the database that I like it. Too much Enya can make one go funny though. It's good stuff, most of it, but it is bit more New Age than I can easily digest, unless it comes in small doses.
Did I mention that on December 11 of 2006 Haffi and I celebrated our first engagement anniversary. We spent a whole weekend in a large cottage surrounded by a forest. I love forests and trees. I feel so at home and at ease in that particular cottage. Wish it were mine, an escape whenever I needed one. Well we spent a weekend there in good company. We finally began wearing permanent engagement rings, golden ones engraved with our names in Höfðaletur (old Icelandic decorative letters, usually engraved - similar to runes but lacking the supernatural factor) as well as containing a hidden personal message on the inside. I love my ring. I love having the love of my life bound to me in this way. To be able to feel a symbol of our commitment on my finger at all times. His commitment to me and my commitment to him.
It is all that matters. The core of my being. Upon which all else is fleeting and surmountable.
"if that doggy named Rover don't bark, momma's gonna buy you a horse and a cart"
The above quote is from Pandora's current choice. Me no like really. Too corny.
Three babies have just entered this world. Earlier this evening Haffi's sister had twin boys. On January 4th my friends, Hilmar and Hoffý, had a daugther. Congratulations to all.
On June 1st of this year all cafes and clubs and such public suchwhats in Iceland will be smoke-free! I am totally ecstatic about the news. It will change the lives of non-smokers such as myself. Finally everyone can have a night out without having to breathe poison and be sick and reek of toxins upon returning. Fuck cigarettes and the tobacco industry! May all cigarettes disappear off the face of the Earth and be forgotten by one and all. I feel that the new laws are completely fair and just. Smokers should be able to keep their nasty habits away from those that choose not to breathe shit and poison.
The pointlessness of nights out, of clubbing, of partying, of fooling oneself to put carelessness and foolery at a par with enjoying oneself, will be less physically harmful. It will still be mostly pointless, an empty and naive activity (as the substance of such times has less to do with the muck being consumed than the company of fellow humans, a phenomenon that would just as well exist without the alcohol), but one may choose to be a fool in a less poisonous environment.
More piano. I really think it would make me happy to start playing piano again. Or any instrument. Not the brass stuff maybe, but guitar would be just as nice. Or the cello. Or a harp. Something melodic. Piano is wonderful. So tender and soothing.
For now I'll have to settle with Apple's Garage Band. Make music on my computer while I reacquaint myself with the true instrument.
Last year was, at a whole, wonderful. Difficult at times. But it really turned out great. Better than most years before. My life has really evolved since 2002. So many incredible things have happened. 2003-2006 was a strange and dynamic period of my life. I have been told that 2007 is an important year for me, that will influence the next 3-6 years. Thankfully I am aware and keep it in the back of my head now that 2007 has just landed. May I not forget it and make the most of the year.
I am in love. And on that note let us end the current entry.
..kH
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 know?
Have you tried http://www.pandora.com ? If you have not you should definitely give it a visit and a try. Let it be said that Pandora dot com is a music lover's haven. Do you enjoy getting to know new music that you might like? Well, Pandora is specially designed to assist you in just that. Go on, have a log .. on
I apologise, on account of time passed and lack of exercise my English vocab may have diminished. I have been living in Iceland since the end of June 2006. Not had too many opportunities to practice my excellent English, such as it was anyway.
If English proves impossible for me I will switch entirely to Icelandic, but let us give English a chance.
Presently I am sat at home. It is about 01:49 am. Friday evening. Listening to Pandora's choice of tunes and melodies to have me taste. Seems like piano music is supposed to be up my alley. A lot of piano in these choices. I love piano, really wish I still played it. I used to, you know. For two years I was a pianist. Then the brat that I was quit. Did not care much for the homework. Homework, aye. We're never entirely free.
Happy New Year. 2007 has arrived. Yay. Hopefully a year of victory and constructive times. Perhaps alcohol consumption will be banished from my life this year. Worth a try. The life style changes until now have proven quite successful. I'm not perfect but I'm pretty good in sticking to certain clear principles. Banish alcohol and integrate more raw foods. The next step down the line. Or up the ladder, whichever.
Enya is Pandora's choice for this moment. Haven't heard this particular Enya song before. Guess I'll tell the database that I like it. Too much Enya can make one go funny though. It's good stuff, most of it, but it is bit more New Age than I can easily digest, unless it comes in small doses.
Did I mention that on December 11 of 2006 Haffi and I celebrated our first engagement anniversary. We spent a whole weekend in a large cottage surrounded by a forest. I love forests and trees. I feel so at home and at ease in that particular cottage. Wish it were mine, an escape whenever I needed one. Well we spent a weekend there in good company. We finally began wearing permanent engagement rings, golden ones engraved with our names in Höfðaletur (old Icelandic decorative letters, usually engraved - similar to runes but lacking the supernatural factor) as well as containing a hidden personal message on the inside. I love my ring. I love having the love of my life bound to me in this way. To be able to feel a symbol of our commitment on my finger at all times. His commitment to me and my commitment to him.
It is all that matters. The core of my being. Upon which all else is fleeting and surmountable.
"if that doggy named Rover don't bark, momma's gonna buy you a horse and a cart"
The above quote is from Pandora's current choice. Me no like really. Too corny.
Three babies have just entered this world. Earlier this evening Haffi's sister had twin boys. On January 4th my friends, Hilmar and Hoffý, had a daugther. Congratulations to all.
On June 1st of this year all cafes and clubs and such public suchwhats in Iceland will be smoke-free! I am totally ecstatic about the news. It will change the lives of non-smokers such as myself. Finally everyone can have a night out without having to breathe poison and be sick and reek of toxins upon returning. Fuck cigarettes and the tobacco industry! May all cigarettes disappear off the face of the Earth and be forgotten by one and all. I feel that the new laws are completely fair and just. Smokers should be able to keep their nasty habits away from those that choose not to breathe shit and poison.
The pointlessness of nights out, of clubbing, of partying, of fooling oneself to put carelessness and foolery at a par with enjoying oneself, will be less physically harmful. It will still be mostly pointless, an empty and naive activity (as the substance of such times has less to do with the muck being consumed than the company of fellow humans, a phenomenon that would just as well exist without the alcohol), but one may choose to be a fool in a less poisonous environment.
More piano. I really think it would make me happy to start playing piano again. Or any instrument. Not the brass stuff maybe, but guitar would be just as nice. Or the cello. Or a harp. Something melodic. Piano is wonderful. So tender and soothing.
For now I'll have to settle with Apple's Garage Band. Make music on my computer while I reacquaint myself with the true instrument.
Last year was, at a whole, wonderful. Difficult at times. But it really turned out great. Better than most years before. My life has really evolved since 2002. So many incredible things have happened. 2003-2006 was a strange and dynamic period of my life. I have been told that 2007 is an important year for me, that will influence the next 3-6 years. Thankfully I am aware and keep it in the back of my head now that 2007 has just landed. May I not forget it and make the most of the year.
I am in love. And on that note let us end the current entry.
..kH
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
I 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. Infinitely.
Definitely proud,
..kH
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
This lovely bohemian lifestyle.
Me sat at cafés.
Sipping computing
gazing dreaming,
introvertization
assisted by digigods
and mortals via
wireless 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 becomes
more and more
ours.
For interested parties, that have been fortunate enough to make my amazing fiancé's acquaintance, his birthday is next Monday (July 10). Showers of love, presents and household appliances much appreciated. And the person that makes him smile the most that day gets a reward from me.
Caffffffeinated,
..kH
Me sat at cafés.
Sipping computing
gazing dreaming,
introvertization
assisted by digigods
and mortals via
wireless 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 becomes
more and more
ours.
For interested parties, that have been fortunate enough to make my amazing fiancé's acquaintance, his birthday is next Monday (July 10). Showers of love, presents and household appliances much appreciated. And the person that makes him smile the most that day gets a reward from me.
Caffffffeinated,
..kH
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Respected 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. But, such as you can't decide to have fun until you're actually having it, you can't decide to create works of great substance before you've actually made them.
Confused yet?
--
May and June marked the finale of my Rose Bruford era. The European Theatre Arts chapter has now been closed - and I will officially have my BA in August. I turned in my last projects, a Written Dissertation and two Research Porrtfolios on European Theatre Companies, this past Monday (June 19). Finished. Unbelievable, totally. Feels more than a little odd to have actually completed my three-year studies.
Now for a couple of weeks at least I am a feather floating to its own consent whence and hither toward all and nought.
Mid-July then marks the beginning of my MA studies in Cultural and Educational Management at the Icelandic University for Business.
Backtracking . . .
I spent most of the month of June with my love in the beautiful country of Poland. We worked intensively with the incredible company of the Centre for Theatre Practices 'Gardzienice', in the rural and economically unstable Eastern Poland.
I am so grateful for the experience, and for the fact that Haffi was there with me. I literally would not have bothered to go and do this without him. He is my ambition. Makes me both emotionally and culturally richer as my team-mate in the great bonspiel of la vie.
During the work with the company I extensively worked on my Written Dissertation, which focussed on their theatre practice and its relevance to contemporary theatre, a theatre in existential crisis. Important company, truly. And I want to make a determination to bring their work to Iceland, Icelandic audiences should really have a chance to experience their work. It's a lesson in pure theatre.
Already begun the subtle groundwork for this to happen.
After Gardzienice, where we also met a group of lovely people from I think 5 or 6 different countries, all participants with us in the work session, I had to go slightly mad in London to finish all my work for Rose Bruford in about just under 3 days.
Still recovering, and feathering about for a little while might just do the trick.
Stress free existence that might border on boredom had I not my internal motivation and of course both my love and my life. Pleasant cocooning.
Been discovering the new music of a band that I've really enjoyed listening to since they emerged. What a beautiful song, this:
"I don't wanna be adored
Don't wanna be first in line
Or make myself heard
I'd like to bring a little light
To shine a light on your life
To make you feel loved
No, don't wanna be the only one you know
I wanna be the place you call home
I lay myself down
To make it so, but you don't want to know
I give much more
Than I'd ever ask for"
-Fragment from Keane's Hamburg Song, which was the soundtrack to this blog entry.
Determined at home again,
..kH
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. But, such as you can't decide to have fun until you're actually having it, you can't decide to create works of great substance before you've actually made them.
Confused yet?
--
May and June marked the finale of my Rose Bruford era. The European Theatre Arts chapter has now been closed - and I will officially have my BA in August. I turned in my last projects, a Written Dissertation and two Research Porrtfolios on European Theatre Companies, this past Monday (June 19). Finished. Unbelievable, totally. Feels more than a little odd to have actually completed my three-year studies.
Now for a couple of weeks at least I am a feather floating to its own consent whence and hither toward all and nought.
Mid-July then marks the beginning of my MA studies in Cultural and Educational Management at the Icelandic University for Business.
Backtracking . . .
I spent most of the month of June with my love in the beautiful country of Poland. We worked intensively with the incredible company of the Centre for Theatre Practices 'Gardzienice', in the rural and economically unstable Eastern Poland.
I am so grateful for the experience, and for the fact that Haffi was there with me. I literally would not have bothered to go and do this without him. He is my ambition. Makes me both emotionally and culturally richer as my team-mate in the great bonspiel of la vie.
During the work with the company I extensively worked on my Written Dissertation, which focussed on their theatre practice and its relevance to contemporary theatre, a theatre in existential crisis. Important company, truly. And I want to make a determination to bring their work to Iceland, Icelandic audiences should really have a chance to experience their work. It's a lesson in pure theatre.
Already begun the subtle groundwork for this to happen.
After Gardzienice, where we also met a group of lovely people from I think 5 or 6 different countries, all participants with us in the work session, I had to go slightly mad in London to finish all my work for Rose Bruford in about just under 3 days.
Still recovering, and feathering about for a little while might just do the trick.
Stress free existence that might border on boredom had I not my internal motivation and of course both my love and my life. Pleasant cocooning.
Been discovering the new music of a band that I've really enjoyed listening to since they emerged. What a beautiful song, this:
"I don't wanna be adored
Don't wanna be first in line
Or make myself heard
I'd like to bring a little light
To shine a light on your life
To make you feel loved
No, don't wanna be the only one you know
I wanna be the place you call home
I lay myself down
To make it so, but you don't want to know
I give much more
Than I'd ever ask for"
-Fragment from Keane's Hamburg Song, which was the soundtrack to this blog entry.
Determined at home again,
..kH
Sunday, May 14, 2006
If our friendship depends on
things like space and time,
then when we finally overcome
space and time, we've
destroyed 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 middle
of Here and Now,
don't you think that we
might see each other once or twice?
[from Jonathan Livingstone Seagull]
..kH
things like space and time,
then when we finally overcome
space and time, we've
destroyed 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 middle
of Here and Now,
don't you think that we
might see each other once or twice?
[from Jonathan Livingstone Seagull]
..kH
Saturday, April 29, 2006
The 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. I had no idea that I was on to something, but apparently I was. It humbles me and makes me feel good when people so generously share their positive reactions to the work. It also makes me feel awkward.
And, yet again, I feel that it isn't deserved. My performers deserve all the praise in the world .. I put them through what must have been a terrifying experience (one of them even suffers from serious stage fright, I didn't know that before I lured her into the project) and they were absolutely amazing.
That they exerted themselves as they did humbles me and I can't thank them enough.
In the coming week Dan Kai Teatro will start the revival process of Nana del Caballo and Quiescence, two pieces from our repertoire, as they will be presented at the Sprint festival at Camden People's Theatre on the 9., 10., 19., and 20. of May. Alongside the revival process I will start the research and typing needed for those 13 thousand words to manifest themselves on paper.
Then as June arrives I depart with my muse to Gardzienice.
Update complete,
..kH
My Practical Dissertation was unbelievably well received. I had no idea that I was on to something, but apparently I was. It humbles me and makes me feel good when people so generously share their positive reactions to the work. It also makes me feel awkward.
And, yet again, I feel that it isn't deserved. My performers deserve all the praise in the world .. I put them through what must have been a terrifying experience (one of them even suffers from serious stage fright, I didn't know that before I lured her into the project) and they were absolutely amazing.
That they exerted themselves as they did humbles me and I can't thank them enough.
In the coming week Dan Kai Teatro will start the revival process of Nana del Caballo and Quiescence, two pieces from our repertoire, as they will be presented at the Sprint festival at Camden People's Theatre on the 9., 10., 19., and 20. of May. Alongside the revival process I will start the research and typing needed for those 13 thousand words to manifest themselves on paper.
Then as June arrives I depart with my muse to Gardzienice.
Update complete,
..kH
Thursday, April 20, 2006
It'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 there were findings. I have logged these down in a director's logbook, and so should be able to access all the information I need to write about the process, the experiments, and the findings. And yet, for two whole days I have hardly put down a word. I have sat and tried, struggled, but constantly felt blocked, constipated, perspectiveless and opinionless. Today I have struggled for a few hours, and now suddenly, when I seem to have lubricated my thinking or something of the kind, I have hardly any problem at all spurting words out to clarify my retrospective thinking. How odd. How disturbing. Why will I always have to struggle so much before I hit the 'flow' of creativity and clarity?
Why can't I just bypass that annoying and useless phase?
Perhaps it's not so useless? Perhaps for some reason there will not be a creative 'flow' without the blank phase. Makes no sense. "Two sides of the same coin," my wise old self whispers. "The flip side of creativity is blank thinking, and confusion that of clarity."
This may not be universal. There may be folks out there who never experience this struggle, and are constantly creative and clear in whatever they do. Perhaps it's just me. Getting in my own way.
(M)useless but improv(is)ing,
..kH
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 there were findings. I have logged these down in a director's logbook, and so should be able to access all the information I need to write about the process, the experiments, and the findings. And yet, for two whole days I have hardly put down a word. I have sat and tried, struggled, but constantly felt blocked, constipated, perspectiveless and opinionless. Today I have struggled for a few hours, and now suddenly, when I seem to have lubricated my thinking or something of the kind, I have hardly any problem at all spurting words out to clarify my retrospective thinking. How odd. How disturbing. Why will I always have to struggle so much before I hit the 'flow' of creativity and clarity?
Why can't I just bypass that annoying and useless phase?
Perhaps it's not so useless? Perhaps for some reason there will not be a creative 'flow' without the blank phase. Makes no sense. "Two sides of the same coin," my wise old self whispers. "The flip side of creativity is blank thinking, and confusion that of clarity."
This may not be universal. There may be folks out there who never experience this struggle, and are constantly creative and clear in whatever they do. Perhaps it's just me. Getting in my own way.
(M)useless but improv(is)ing,
..kH
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Dear 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 catch up with my work, but I've been more than a little distracted by some great news we got today.
Haffi and I have been invited to work intensively with the Gardzienice Centre for Theatre Practices in Poland, for ten consecutive days in June. We have both been very intrigued and excited by the work done at the Centre, and were lucky enough to catch a rare set of performances by them in London earlier in the year. And now, it seems, we are travelling East to meet the artists and work at the Centre, along with 13 other invitees.
Excited, hell yes! Now I just need to make it all work alongside my Written Dissertation and Research Portfolios. Will I manage? Well, in the words of whomever-named-that-50Cent-movie: I'll manage or die trying! (in the arms of my love) ... Aaaaaww
So things are looking good for the summer. I'll do the Gardzienice session, finish my BA degree, move back to Iceland. Pretty darn good.
My favourite Jordie left us yesterday, having spent a week here with us and oozed some extra fun and glee into our existences. Heartful thanks go out to Nick J Kinghorn. Iceland looks forward to your return.
What else. None else.
Mum returns from Cuba tomorrow. I wonder of what adventures she can report.
What else.
More coffee? My stomach rejects the offer. Dinner rather, it begs.
Caffeinated with eyes turned Polandward,
..kH
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 catch up with my work, but I've been more than a little distracted by some great news we got today.
Haffi and I have been invited to work intensively with the Gardzienice Centre for Theatre Practices in Poland, for ten consecutive days in June. We have both been very intrigued and excited by the work done at the Centre, and were lucky enough to catch a rare set of performances by them in London earlier in the year. And now, it seems, we are travelling East to meet the artists and work at the Centre, along with 13 other invitees.
Excited, hell yes! Now I just need to make it all work alongside my Written Dissertation and Research Portfolios. Will I manage? Well, in the words of whomever-named-that-50Cent-movie: I'll manage or die trying! (in the arms of my love) ... Aaaaaww
So things are looking good for the summer. I'll do the Gardzienice session, finish my BA degree, move back to Iceland. Pretty darn good.
My favourite Jordie left us yesterday, having spent a week here with us and oozed some extra fun and glee into our existences. Heartful thanks go out to Nick J Kinghorn. Iceland looks forward to your return.
What else. None else.
Mum returns from Cuba tomorrow. I wonder of what adventures she can report.
What else.
More coffee? My stomach rejects the offer. Dinner rather, it begs.
Caffeinated with eyes turned Polandward,
..kH
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Easter 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 make sense of. So, a lot is riding on how I use my not-so-free time.
But, like any other working man, work shall only take up a part of my time. Here's hoping the majority of my time will be spent living. I am excited and happy about this holiday.
Since I last wrote, surely some stuff has happened. What did I last write about? Embarrassing. I can't even remember. What's it matter though.
I've been a rather good boy. Haven't been out much, in the sense of drinking and such shite. I have done from time to time during the past months, but really not that much if we compare it to the past two years. This week I went wild though, as a change. Let off some steam, you know. A good friend was temporarily in town and we used the opportunity and met up at a gig he was playing, and then got furiously hammered. Pissed as a pot I was and we had an amazing time, but this backstage lifestyle really doesn't suit my fragile being.
My sincere gratitude goes out to another friend, who thankfully was there and helped me get home. Again, embarrasssing.
Such fun though! May they fare well on their rock'n'rolling through the continents.
I am out of mushroom coffee. Recently I have been ingesting some detox materials, among which has been some Robusta coffee mixed with the Ganoderma wonder mushroom. Ganoderma is a celebrated King of medical herbs in ancient Oriental holistic medicine. Good-for-you Coffee, that's what the ever original American marketing personnel call it. It really does taste like regular filtered coffee. But I believe it must be making me a better man. Need to find a local dispenser. Hate ordering stuff from friggin' America. Takes for ages, and they never seem sincere. A bunch of Disney characters the lot of them.
Oh golly! L'Island et l'amour here me comes.
So close yet so far away.
Getting closer.
Pass you fiendish time, pass!
Heart-shaped stars in his eyes,
..kH
But, like any other working man, work shall only take up a part of my time. Here's hoping the majority of my time will be spent living. I am excited and happy about this holiday.
Since I last wrote, surely some stuff has happened. What did I last write about? Embarrassing. I can't even remember. What's it matter though.
I've been a rather good boy. Haven't been out much, in the sense of drinking and such shite. I have done from time to time during the past months, but really not that much if we compare it to the past two years. This week I went wild though, as a change. Let off some steam, you know. A good friend was temporarily in town and we used the opportunity and met up at a gig he was playing, and then got furiously hammered. Pissed as a pot I was and we had an amazing time, but this backstage lifestyle really doesn't suit my fragile being.
My sincere gratitude goes out to another friend, who thankfully was there and helped me get home. Again, embarrasssing.
Such fun though! May they fare well on their rock'n'rolling through the continents.
I am out of mushroom coffee. Recently I have been ingesting some detox materials, among which has been some Robusta coffee mixed with the Ganoderma wonder mushroom. Ganoderma is a celebrated King of medical herbs in ancient Oriental holistic medicine. Good-for-you Coffee, that's what the ever original American marketing personnel call it. It really does taste like regular filtered coffee. But I believe it must be making me a better man. Need to find a local dispenser. Hate ordering stuff from friggin' America. Takes for ages, and they never seem sincere. A bunch of Disney characters the lot of them.
Oh golly! L'Island et l'amour here me comes.
So close yet so far away.
Getting closer.
Pass you fiendish time, pass!
Heart-shaped stars in his eyes,
..kH
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Greetings.
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 recommend playing with them. Especially perhaps if you are having trouble feeding your b*log with nutrients.
My Rose Bruford phase is gradually drawing towards its imminent end. With each passing day I become more aware of the fact. Under the current circumstances the fact makes me happy, I am tiring of this phase and need a change, a development. A next step toward life and career maybe. I never seem to look to the future without some sort of plan, or ideas of where I am going. I have never, not once, in my life been without a direction or an intent. Today is no different. There is a plan, a rough outline - within which, however, I reserve the personal right to variation and freedom.
My upcoming steps, as they appear to me for the next year or so, are as follows: I will finish my BA studies in latter June. I will move back to frozen fairyland and look for a home with my fiance. I will start MA studies in Cultural and Educational Management at the Icelandic University for Business in mid-July. I will find a job that interests me, perhaps even a couple of jobs - my aim is to see what is available in the literary field, publishing companies and the Library for the Blind. In whatever time I manage to preserve I will continue my personal development in theatre practice - the aim is to attempt work on, importing and initiating, a few Dan Kai Teatro (our theatre company) projects as well as projects of my peers. And I will curl up under some fur (leggjast undir feld) and ponder on opportunities and determinations for the following three years.
By the way, to whom it might interest: my lovely and talented fiance and partner in crime is currently performing a devised piece of theatre along with the independent theatre ensemble of which he is a part. The piece is called "The Icelandic Family Circus" and will be performed until April, at the Loftkastalinn theatre (in the workshop studio), Reykjavik. I recommend it to anyone, tickets can be booked or reserved, and further information gathered, on (+354) 8485448 and midasala@gmail.com.
Lastly, on Sunday April 9 - in the valley of Ellidaardalur in Reykjavik - I am doing a "sweat loss ceremony" along with a like-minded group of people. If you would like to join us for the experience let me know. It will cost each participant the sum of 4000ISK, and will take about 5 - 6 hours. A lucious meal included. If you haven't tried this, you really haven't lived.
Seize the day, you lot!
..kH
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 recommend playing with them. Especially perhaps if you are having trouble feeding your b*log with nutrients.
My Rose Bruford phase is gradually drawing towards its imminent end. With each passing day I become more aware of the fact. Under the current circumstances the fact makes me happy, I am tiring of this phase and need a change, a development. A next step toward life and career maybe. I never seem to look to the future without some sort of plan, or ideas of where I am going. I have never, not once, in my life been without a direction or an intent. Today is no different. There is a plan, a rough outline - within which, however, I reserve the personal right to variation and freedom.
My upcoming steps, as they appear to me for the next year or so, are as follows: I will finish my BA studies in latter June. I will move back to frozen fairyland and look for a home with my fiance. I will start MA studies in Cultural and Educational Management at the Icelandic University for Business in mid-July. I will find a job that interests me, perhaps even a couple of jobs - my aim is to see what is available in the literary field, publishing companies and the Library for the Blind. In whatever time I manage to preserve I will continue my personal development in theatre practice - the aim is to attempt work on, importing and initiating, a few Dan Kai Teatro (our theatre company) projects as well as projects of my peers. And I will curl up under some fur (leggjast undir feld) and ponder on opportunities and determinations for the following three years.
By the way, to whom it might interest: my lovely and talented fiance and partner in crime is currently performing a devised piece of theatre along with the independent theatre ensemble of which he is a part. The piece is called "The Icelandic Family Circus" and will be performed until April, at the Loftkastalinn theatre (in the workshop studio), Reykjavik. I recommend it to anyone, tickets can be booked or reserved, and further information gathered, on (+354) 8485448 and midasala@gmail.com.
Lastly, on Sunday April 9 - in the valley of Ellidaardalur in Reykjavik - I am doing a "sweat loss ceremony" along with a like-minded group of people. If you would like to join us for the experience let me know. It will cost each participant the sum of 4000ISK, and will take about 5 - 6 hours. A lucious meal included. If you haven't tried this, you really haven't lived.
Seize the day, you lot!
..kH
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Hip hip hoo-ray
Yours 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 interrogation of one's ability and achievements. He only practices art that forever attempts to move forward by constantly delving into his areas of weakness, incessantly pushing into dimensions of uncertainty.
The practice of art is a questioning and a critical attack on one's current position or results. To always start from the current results/achievements - no matter how excellent, good or bad - and push onward, forward, throughward. An endless exploration, a search for something more, beyond the here and now, one's only point of reference being oneself and one's personally acquired insights/experiences.
Compare thee not to nothing but thyself. Proudfully critically interrogate thee. Forever and ever. A..men,
..kH
Yours 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 interrogation of one's ability and achievements. He only practices art that forever attempts to move forward by constantly delving into his areas of weakness, incessantly pushing into dimensions of uncertainty.
The practice of art is a questioning and a critical attack on one's current position or results. To always start from the current results/achievements - no matter how excellent, good or bad - and push onward, forward, throughward. An endless exploration, a search for something more, beyond the here and now, one's only point of reference being oneself and one's personally acquired insights/experiences.
Compare thee not to nothing but thyself. Proudfully critically interrogate thee. Forever and ever. A..men,
..kH
Saturday, March 04, 2006
I 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 eccentric. People tell me I am. Am I?
I am bored I guess. I guess I am bored. Guess I bored am I.
Surely there are thoughts I can share. How might I, through use of my performers' personal material, and random composition, press them to a state of performative urgency? So they stay "on the ball" and yet playful? A pre-occupation of mine these days. Grant me a good mark. I'm a fucking fraud.
Irritated.
I've been spending too much. I sometimes argue with myself, tell my self that I need discipline in financial matters, and yet there's a conflict of interests, and an ideological paradox. An other self's phil o so phy states that when you have it you spend it and when you don't you don't. Formal and conditioned interests versus innocent blue-eyed recklessness.
Angry. Why?
Dull .. it happens.
Felt blocked today. Not productive. I must contemplate and come up with a personal methodology to work around that. Or to use it for my constructive benefit. All is to be utilized. Well, all c a n be utilized. Takes some thinking sometimes, some chanting. How I love chanting. Yet .. I stand in my own way. Too often. Too much.
"The time has come to mo-oo-oo-ove on .. Most of every day is full of tired excuses."
Excuse this introspection. I'll try .. to incuse an extrospection. "The fire fades away."
I'll spend this weekend reading/studying reflecting if I can remember to and contemplating if I can be arsed. Performative urgency .. where does that lead? What is my ultimate field of research?
Be damned if I know.
Uncertainty, at the heart of creativity? "Further on, nothing.." .. so some claim. Scares my socks off.
Still tasting the red,
..kH
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 eccentric. People tell me I am. Am I?
I am bored I guess. I guess I am bored. Guess I bored am I.
Surely there are thoughts I can share. How might I, through use of my performers' personal material, and random composition, press them to a state of performative urgency? So they stay "on the ball" and yet playful? A pre-occupation of mine these days. Grant me a good mark. I'm a fucking fraud.
Irritated.
I've been spending too much. I sometimes argue with myself, tell my self that I need discipline in financial matters, and yet there's a conflict of interests, and an ideological paradox. An other self's phil o so phy states that when you have it you spend it and when you don't you don't. Formal and conditioned interests versus innocent blue-eyed recklessness.
Angry. Why?
Dull .. it happens.
Felt blocked today. Not productive. I must contemplate and come up with a personal methodology to work around that. Or to use it for my constructive benefit. All is to be utilized. Well, all c a n be utilized. Takes some thinking sometimes, some chanting. How I love chanting. Yet .. I stand in my own way. Too often. Too much.
"The time has come to mo-oo-oo-ove on .. Most of every day is full of tired excuses."
Excuse this introspection. I'll try .. to incuse an extrospection. "The fire fades away."
I'll spend this weekend reading/studying reflecting if I can remember to and contemplating if I can be arsed. Performative urgency .. where does that lead? What is my ultimate field of research?
Be damned if I know.
Uncertainty, at the heart of creativity? "Further on, nothing.." .. so some claim. Scares my socks off.
Still tasting the red,
..kH
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Hello 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 success, but now my incapacity will be revealed. I will be unveiled as a fraud.
The season of reckoning has arisen.
--
I posted a guidance on my b*log the other day. February 17 to be exact. I know I did, I watched myself do it, and people commented on the guidance. It was by Daisaku Ikeda. Note that I logged onto Blogger using my username and personal password to post this, as any b*logger would have to in order to post anything. And also note that I logged OFF when I finished publishing the post. However, when I checked my b*log site the next day .. the entry was there as having been posted on February 18 ! I found it strange, but thought nothing of it.
That's not the end of it. A little later I checked my b*log site again .. and the entry was gone ! I logged in to see what had happened, but even there it seemed as if I never wrote that particular entry on February 17. I thought I was going mad. But then I distinctly remembered a friend of mine commenting on how the guidance had been good for him to read, and then on my entry previous to the MISSING one there was a comment by a fellow b*logger who said she tried commenting on the guidance entry, but that she had not been able to.
What is going on here? Is Blogger in the habit of erasing entries from its b*loggers' sites? I sure as hell didn't erase it myself. I didn't even log on to Blogger until I noticed the entry had gone MISSING.
Enfuriating.
--
I'm in love,
..kH
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 success, but now my incapacity will be revealed. I will be unveiled as a fraud.
The season of reckoning has arisen.
--
I posted a guidance on my b*log the other day. February 17 to be exact. I know I did, I watched myself do it, and people commented on the guidance. It was by Daisaku Ikeda. Note that I logged onto Blogger using my username and personal password to post this, as any b*logger would have to in order to post anything. And also note that I logged OFF when I finished publishing the post. However, when I checked my b*log site the next day .. the entry was there as having been posted on February 18 ! I found it strange, but thought nothing of it.
That's not the end of it. A little later I checked my b*log site again .. and the entry was gone ! I logged in to see what had happened, but even there it seemed as if I never wrote that particular entry on February 17. I thought I was going mad. But then I distinctly remembered a friend of mine commenting on how the guidance had been good for him to read, and then on my entry previous to the MISSING one there was a comment by a fellow b*logger who said she tried commenting on the guidance entry, but that she had not been able to.
What is going on here? Is Blogger in the habit of erasing entries from its b*loggers' sites? I sure as hell didn't erase it myself. I didn't even log on to Blogger until I noticed the entry had gone MISSING.
Enfuriating.
--
I'm in love,
..kH
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Of course I haven't logged my life
for a while
been busy drinking in
absorbing
l i f e
the type that energizes and fills
but also the type that is a sort of duty
a duty brought on by choice
I chose my duty
my duty to
s t u d y
That drains sometimes
other times it excites
but I have been drained
had to work for a plug\that kept me from draining
I found it but the work tired me
and on the vergedge
of e x h a u s t i o n
he came - and brought me some Chai
What a perfect gift
Thank You
--
I spent the last eight days with my fiancè. He visited me and granted me the endless pleasure of his company and closeness. Much needed. How I miss him. I take this opportunity and thank him for every second of every one of those eight days.
I now spend the days surrounded by songs, flavours, aromas and impressions .. of him.
Dazed,
..kH
for a while
been busy drinking in
absorbing
l i f e
the type that energizes and fills
but also the type that is a sort of duty
a duty brought on by choice
I chose my duty
my duty to
s t u d y
That drains sometimes
other times it excites
but I have been drained
had to work for a plug\that kept me from draining
I found it but the work tired me
and on the vergedge
of e x h a u s t i o n
he came - and brought me some Chai
What a perfect gift
Thank You
--
I spent the last eight days with my fiancè. He visited me and granted me the endless pleasure of his company and closeness. Much needed. How I miss him. I take this opportunity and thank him for every second of every one of those eight days.
I now spend the days surrounded by songs, flavours, aromas and impressions .. of him.
Dazed,
..kH
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