So I just left a false email address on someone's blog. Now I feel kinda guilty, so I need to let people know, that it is not because I don't want them to get in touch, but simply because otherwise I'll get slam-spammed until I'm black and blue. Sorry guys! I would like it, though, if it would be possible to leave comments without necessarily having to disclose my email address. Anyhow! Nuff said! Respect!


Hahahaha *writhes around floor laughing at bad hip-hop impersonation*
posted by charlotte at 19:27 - comment

Another example of people's quest for individuality:
At the bus stop a child named China Rose.
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Step one
We can have lots of fun
Step two
There's so much we can do
Step three
It's just you and me
Step four
I can give you more
Step five
Don't you know the time has arrived
Huuurghhh!

They were bloody liars, they were!

I have no time for lovin'.

I - am - a - prisoner - in - my - own - home
posted by charlotte at 11:05 - comment

Are you superstitious?
We have just booked our holiday but I'm afraid that if I talk about it too much before everything is finalised, something will happen so we won't go or we'll lose our money or whatever. Yesterday I told people about it (albeit briefly) and last night it almost didn't happen. I'm very superstitious like that. The hubris/nemesis-thing, you know.
Other than that: I've slept and eaten chocolate, general procrastination because I know that I have to start writing my paper on The Sopranos right now, so that it can be handed in Tuesday next week. But I don't want to. 'Cause I'm tired and my limbs hurt.

Oh, and may I just recommend this blog, which is funny and clever and full of heart.
posted by charlotte at 14:41 - comment

It seems that it is everybody's birthday today!
So happy birthday to David, Camboy's girlfriend, Ingrid's mother and Saddam Hussein.

I'm off to hand in my dissertation.
Hopefully I won't encounter any wilde bears, out-of-control busdrivers, freak walking-accidents, earthquakes or determined dissertation-thieves.
Wish me luck.
posted by charlotte at 09:30 - comment

Got caught up in thinking about the glorious Mr Bowery, so here's a link that I hope works. I can also recommend Sue Tilley's book - I don't know how accurate it is, but it is very entertaining. I have a feeling that it's out of print (mainly because it says so on the Amazon-site), but I'm sure it can be found through a vigorous search of second-hand shops. Finally, Lucian Freud's portraits of Bowery, not in costume, are fantastic and shows a side of the latter that may not be famous or outrageous, but that is still very much him.
posted by charlotte at 21:01 - comment

Last night I went to see 'Kinky Gerlinky' at the Curzon Soho. Mr s. hated it and fell asleep. It was a bit overlong and I had a feeling that it is much more fun if you have either been to one of these parties or if you know someone who were, But it was good fun and at least I learned that:
1) Ricardo from 'The Salon' really ages well
2) Drag queens should generally shave
3) Naomi Campbell hasn't changed at all (looks-wise) the last 10 years
4) Most drag queens are more feminine than I am
5) Leigh Bowery was a fucking genius (but I've suspected that for a long time).

We have just been to Vauxhall to buy a 'bathroom-suite', as they call it. I have noticed that whenever we are in a situation where we speak to builders, bankers, shop-keepers and such ('official inquiries'), we immediately go into good-cop-bad-cop mode. Mr s. is the good cop, friendly, interested, open to new ideas. I am the bad cop, suspicious, loud and inquiring. The equivalent of a pit-bull, I guess. The Denzel to Mr s.'s Ethan. I don't know if it works, but people usually like Mr s. because they feel sorry for him having to put up with me. I just want to make sure that everything is in order.
So we're now the lucky owners of a small tub, basin and loo (Vienna, I think was its name) + a lovely mirrored cabinet. The joy!
posted by charlotte at 16:39 - comment

I have been putting off writing about this, because I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings, but here it is:

We're getting a new bathroom.
I know, this should be an occasion to celebrate, but I am very worried.
Not about the new bathroom per se, but the fact that with the bathroom comes builders. I don't mind builders. Some of them are even cute. Our plumber is quite friendly, and he likes literature and has a house in Spain, which is cool. Our electrician, on the other hand, was not only bad at his job, he was also stupid and helpless. Took the front panel off the thermostat - didn't know how to put it back on again. We did that ourselves after he left, so that we wouldn't hurt his feelings.
What worries me about builders is that most of them will try to fool a woman. It is actually proven to be a problem and not just some weird feminist paranoia-idea. Some builders allegedly wee on some customers' toothbrushes. Some builders are expensive and are often unable to keep to their schedule. Some builder take a two-week easter-holiday without telling their customers (hey, neighbour!).
Once we had to threaten a builder with BBC Watchdog if he didn't reimburse our costs. Don't even get me started on Ikea delivery.
The reason why I worry so much is that bathrooms are expensive and we do not have a money-tree. We are also going away the week after an estimated finish of bathroom, but what if it isn't finished?
Maybe I just worry too much.
Sorry all you genuine, honest builders out there. It's not personal.
posted by charlotte at 16:10 - comment

Aaaaand --- relax...

I finished the f****** thing! Now I just need to flip through it to make sure that I didn't forget to print a page or something stupid like that, and burn it on a disc. I'm incredibly nervous that something is going to happen to dissertation before Monday. Yesterday I brought a print-out with me to the gym just in case.

- Maybe I should publish it on the site, you say?
Hahahahahahahaha.
Funny.


Auf wiedersehen. I'll skip out into the real world.
*Puts on flowery Laura Ashley dress and grabs butterfly net*
posted by charlotte at 12:21 - comment

Still fat, but at least I'm clean
posted by charlotte at 15:41 - comment

Still fat
posted by charlotte at 14:51 - comment

Having a fat day

:(
posted by charlotte at 14:12 - comment

Thou shall not covet...

Uuurrrghhhhh
posted by charlotte at 11:18 - comment

A while ago I discussed having seen Minority Report and being pleasantly surprised by what I saw. Jess kindly informed me that I was wrong: that the film is pants. We decided that it is probably because I haven't seen that much science fiction that I found it good.
But I've been thinking about this, and I have actually seen sci-fi, not much, but still more than I initially wanted to admit to. And I like a lot of it. What I think, then, is that I watched Minority Report not as a sci-fi-film, but as a big, dumb studio production, and in this category it is not bad at all. As a sci-fi film it may lack...plenty of things.
It's about getting used to shit. One day I found myself saying (out loud!) that the new Appleton-single wasn't all that bad. But it is! It's just because I've gotten so used to the Pop Idols, Pop Stars, singing Big Brother-members, reality TV rejects, Atomic Kitten-y crap that the media are overflowing with at the moment, that anything - ANYTHING - that is different immediately becomes good.
I still like Minority Report, though. Still think the ending sucks. Just don't call it science fiction.
posted by charlotte at 20:03 - comment

There's something strange about blogging. It's highly addictive and a bit weird. I find myself surfing other people's blogs, and if I find one that I like, I get very pleased and almost attracted to the blogger. And then, if I find out that the blogger and I have nothing in common after all and maybe I don't like the person, I feel a bit lost and deserted, it feels like loosing a favorite parrot or something like that.
'But I thought we liked each other! Did we not have a connection after all?'
I guess blogging is just very personal. Which brings me to a related subject: blogging ethics. Are there such a thing? I have, a couple of times, felt like changing an old entry or even deleting one. But is that not wrong? There are two different strains to this:
1) It is wrong. You shouldn't change history (see Making History by Stephen Fry). You should write in a way that is considered the first time 'round, so you wouldn't have to change anything. Stand by your opinions. Etc.
2) You can do whatever you want. It is your blog. Editing happens all the time everywhere. There's always room for improvement (see The Sun (no, don't). Try to improve! Please!)
What do other bloggers do?

Anyway, I must stop blogging and have a look at my dissertation instead. It has to be in by Monday and it's kind of finished, but somehow it seems a bit... wrong.
posted by charlotte at 15:21 - comment

I have so far only been excited about finishing my studies. I've only done three years (and will therefore - hopefully! - be a Bachelor in English Literature in June), not even five, and still I'm bored with my studies. It's not that the subjects are boring - English literature, well, literature in general, is incredibly interesting and I love reading and exploring texts, finding out why Shakespeare was a genius (was he a genius at all?) and why everybody seems to think that Gulliver's Travels is a children's book (it's not). I'm bored with spending most of my time in front of a computer, or in the sofa, reading, being busy with something very solitary while everybody else get to work in groups and and interact with other people. So we go for lunches and occasional drinks which is great, but it's a spare-time-thing and I wish my studies would include some more interaction. Intertextuality, please!
Anyhow, now that it's nearly over, I find myself building up a tension, wanting to grab hold of my studies and cling to it, so that I won't have to delve into actual labour. Searching for a job is perhaps my least favorite activity, and I dread months of C.V. sending (trying to seem clever/nice/edgy/right) and phone calls and interviews and waiting, waiting, waiting -
Then again, holding a job is great if it's a good one, where there's mutual respect and responsibility. If I was a guy I'd probably be a singing transvestite in a variety-show, but as it is I'll probably be someone's assistant. Hm. The assistant to a singing transvestite in a variety-show?
posted by charlotte at 09:49 - comment

Please read the excerpt from Tim Robbins' speech (The Observer, 21/4/03) on the state of America at the moment.
posted by charlotte at 23:14 - comment

I read this interesting article in The Observer. Shazia Mirza is a British stand-up comedian, whose act mainly revolves around her muslim upbringing/family. She was in Denmark a couple of weeks ago and 'she was invited on to Deadline, their version of Newsnight . 'They asked me where I thought Saddam was hiding his weapons of mass destruction. As if I'd know. I said up his wife's burkha, because no one would think of looking there.'
There is an element of frustration (as well as pleasure) in her response to all this. While she acknowledges that there is a dearth of Muslim spokespeople - 'they think, "We've got a man with one eye and one hook, who else have we got? Oh, a female comedian"' - she also sees it as lazy journalism. 'The real challenge would be to see me as a great British entertainer.' '
I thought that was funny. And maybe also typical of a certain trait in (many but not all) Danes: we like putting people in boxes, and Shazia Mirza ended up in the 'Muslim'-box.


posted by charlotte at 18:27 - comment

Mr sleepingsheep! Watch this!


-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.


What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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posted by charlotte at 13:31 - comment

Yesterday they were finally removing the barriers from the marathon. All week I've been wondering why they (that would be the council, I presume) didn't do it before, considering that the marathon was a full week ago. I guess it doesn't matter in the greater scheme of things, but I'm just thinking that back home (DK) they would have removed them as soon as the marathon was over. For safety reasons and because they don't look that good. Given how many vandalising kids we have around here, I'm surprised that they (council) aren't more worried about the potential danger of leaving barriers out for their (kids) general amusement. They set fire to cars, you know.
It kind of reminds me of Notting Hill - when I lived there I'd find chicken in the streets weeks after the carnival was over. But at least, if you're hit on the head with chicken, you'll probably still survive.

- and happy Easter to you too
posted by charlotte at 11:28 - comment

I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills.
I love Karen Blixen.
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I've sent Mr sleepingsheep off to a Massive Attack concert and will now try to get some work done. After Friends of course. We went to see Ola Onabule in Royal Festival Hall, as part of their commuter jazz-series. That is such a brilliant idea, the commuter jazz. It is really relaxed and laid back, people dropping in on their way from work, having a drink, enjoying the music. That said, I wasn't too keen on the music. It wasn't bad (in the way that herpes is bad, or blisters or people who eat chips on the bus) but I don't like that style of music - it was quite Luther Vandross-y. (Ah, Luther! May you recover soon!) The musicians were all very competent, I just didn't find it interesting.

Some guy also tried to pick me up, which usually never happens - he was your average stalker-type-person - they always are. When I was younger I'd go clubbing with my friends and they'd always be approached by really handsome guys, you know, guys you'd actually want to be approached by. I'd always get the weirdo. Anyway this guy kept talking and I tried to be polite, but he just got more and more awkward and spooky and then finally Mr sleepingsheep came back (he'd been buying drinks) and the guy disappeared really quickly.

I heard the new Madonna-single today. Nope, it's not very good. The rap is kinda cute, but not enough to resue what is basically a piece of shit. Unfortunately. Because I really like Madonna and I would like to wish her the best. But I can't. Sorry.

Mr sleepingsheep and I discovered last week that we have been together for three years now. Time flies! Unfortunately none of us are aware of the exact date, but it should be possible to find out, as it was on Good Friday 2000. Ah, Mr sleepingsheep! May you stick around for a long time still!
posted by charlotte at 20:52 - comment

Hey! I'm Drew!




WHAT "ALTERNATIVE" HOLLYWOOD STARLETTE ARE YOU?

this quiz was made by the sunni bunni bear
(From Niftier Than Thou)
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I am bored and sleepy. I had a couple of drinks in the sunshine and ruined any chance of doing any more work today. I didn't even get drunk, but it seems that my tolerance-level has dropped dramatically within the last couple of years. So I find myself slumped in front of the TV, watching 'Changing Rooms', which, at the best of times, is absolutely dire.
Since today has been really lovely and warm, I've been walking around the flat barefoot, and now I can really feel how dirty the floor is. I really should clean. Or get a carpet fitted.

- Unhygenic? Me? I beg to differ! I just don't enjoy washing floors or sweeping, which is pointless anyway, because there is no way that you can sweep up dust. You can move it around the floor, aimlessly, perhaps shift it from the bedroom to the living room, but it's never going to go away. I much prefer hoovering.

- No really, I'm not drunk.

Zzzzz

posted by charlotte at 21:12 - comment

New magazine worth checking out. Interesting articles! Hey! No diets! Hey! No celebrity diets!Celebrities only in an interesting context, i. e. not who they sleep with and how, but what they do and what they believe in. I like. Also because there's heap of articles that can be read over a longer period, meaning that I (as a poor student) don't have to spend money on other magazines. All good!
posted by charlotte at 12:22 - comment

Goodmorning and happy easter to all!
Not that we celebrate easter yet, over here, 'cause today is not a bank holiday. I don't know why when it is in most other European countries, but, please, if anyone knows, drop me a line.

Is it problem when people blog in English? It seems to be some bloggers' experience that they get more (Danish) readers when they write in Danish. It's funny that although many Danes seem to find English as a language the coolest thing ever, at the end of the day they prefer their own language.
I find it interesting the way English has completely taken over northern Europe. Suddenly there's an official company language which is not the language of the country in which the office is situated. People complain about strange foreign influences taking over the country and yet they litter their language with English phrases. It's odd.

Well, I'm off to the shops. Must stock up on food for the holidays.
posted by charlotte at 10:20 - comment

Oh, and if you wonder exactly what I do in New Cross, then this is it: Goldsmiths College
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Just got back from lunch with Jess and Annette in New Cross, in the cheapest Italian cafe ever. And the food is nice! I am so going to miss student discounts.
New Cross is funny this time of year, still dirty ('cause it is a bit of a dump! If nothing else then because of the congestion and Lewisham Road/Lewisham Way which are always smelly and noisy and crap) but quieter and more relaxed due to all the students being either away or being so caught up in exams that they just want to sit in the library, desperately looking for the next brilliant quote. Bumped into John in the library, the poor soul had his laptop stolen and hey! His dissertation went with it. So always do a backup! he said. Okay! I said, well aware that I didn't, even though my loved one keeps telling me to. I mean, I back up, but - What if there's a fire? he says.
Well, it's a lovely, warm day and upon arrival at my home I find a huge bag of sweets that my parents sent over (the Easter bunny or whatever), mainly liquorice, and a bottle of white wine in the fridge, 3/4s empty, from the other night. I resolve to drink this whilst reading the paper. General laziness overtakes. I hope to get just a couple of hours of work done today, but I'm frankly not bothered. Maybe I'll watch another couple of Sopranos episodes. Whilst eating cake. Maybe I'll have another drink. Or go to the shop and buy ice-cream.
Did I ever mention that I gained around 5 kg when I started studying?

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A while ago I went to see the Art Deco show at the V&A. It was a great show, although I wish there would have been some more architecture (which is what I really like from that period). They had some fantastic stuff, like the entrance to the Strand Palace Hotel, an amazing Elsa Schiaparelli-coat and some groovy crockery. What I really found interesting, though, was a reel of film featuring Josephine Baker. Now, when I was a child in Denmark, I was always taught that she was a wonderful dancer and entertainer, famous for her beauty and her bananaskirt, but I had never seen her 'in action'. Well, beautiful she was, long and slender. But the dance that she did and the facial expressions she used, made me more sad than excited. Here is this wonderfully animated woman, who has to resolve to crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out so that the white audience will accept her. People thought her the height of eroticism when she wiggled her bum. Apprently Erich Maria Remarque said that she "brought a whiff of jungle air and an elemental strength and beauty to the tired showplace of western civilisation". However, Baker was born and brought up in St. Louis, hardly a savage jungle. What is also interesting is that 'in France she lived in a chateau in the Dordogne; in the US she was refused a hotel room because she was black.' (Quotes by Stuart Jeffries, The Guardian) In France she gained fame and fortune, but was she also accepted on the same level as white performers or was she seen as an exotic 'other'? People loved to see her perform and would worship her celebrity, but would they invite her to their houses for dinner? It seems that there were a great distinction between her reception in USA and on the continent and if only I wasn't so busy, I would investigate a bit further.For anyone interested in the exploitation of black people I would strongly recommend 'Invisible Man' by Ralph Ellison.

That particular evening the V&A also had a fashion-show by Eley Kishimoto, so we caught that as well. The fashion was, well, neither fantastic nor appaling. Many members of the audience looked more interesting than the show, which I guess is a bit problematic. It was okay, though, and the clothes worth checking out, and if I could I would post some photos. But I can't. So there. Sorry.

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I have spent all afternoon writing on a paper about The Sopranos, and have now gone a bit mad. It seems that I can't stop filling in questionnaires! So here's another one, from Swish Cottage:

Which Marc are you?

posted by charlotte at 18:41 - comment

Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
I am:


(From Niftier Than Thou)


posted by charlotte at 18:27 - comment

Yesterday I bought something for the computer, for the first time ever. I mean, I don't sort out the harddrive. I don't even know what the harddrive is. I don't buy Windows 2000. (Not that we buy much of that kind of thing around here...*whistles, looks up*).
But I generously allowed myself to be dragged into a shop called 'Games' and ended up spending money.

So what did I get?
The Sims?
Grand Theft Auto?

No.
I bought Encyclopaedia Britannica.
posted by charlotte at 13:20 - comment

Desperately looking online for the iconic photo of Paul and Talitha Getty on a rooftop in Marrakesh. If anyone can help, please do!
posted by charlotte at 16:22 - comment

Woke up early this morning and soon the air was full of helicopters. Marathon under way. Apparently there's a guy dressed as a portaloo.

Should be updating the site later today so look out for the new improved me.

Why I like living in London part 2:
The Circle Line Party
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Goodmorning all! The sun is shining and it's weekend!
I finally managed to watch Minority Report last night. Surprisingly good, looked amazing! I loved the gadgets and the wooden balls (one should think that they'd have thought out something a bit more technological, no?)...nonono, not Tom Cruise's...
Very slick, dead clever, but as usual, Steven Spielberg HAS to end the eye-extravanganza with a soppy ending that 'ties it all together'. Why does it have to be tied? Couldn't it just have ended when Max von Sydow dies? (Did I just ruin it for people there? Sorry.) I don't need to be coached into believing that they lived happily ever after. I don't need closure. He did the same thing in 'Schindler's List', beautiful film, unnecessary, deeply manipulative ending. At least we were spared the stereotypical Tom Cruise speech, which he otherwise incorporates in most of his film, a la the 'In this world...'-speech in Jerry McGuire.
I do love Samantha Morton, though.

And that's it! I'm off into the sunshine! Now that's an ending for you!
posted by charlotte at 10:34 - comment

John Pilger:
Is he right? It's up to you to decide. But it's definitely worth thinking about.
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On the bus today, little girl who seemed a bit weird. She kept asking people for the time. 'She probably just needed to know the time,' you say. Well, probably, but she just seemed a bit lonely and kept talking to herself and I think she really wanted to chat, however, I didn't. And why was she on a bus at 10.30 on a Friday morning when everybody else are at school? 'But perhaps she went to the dentist,' you say. Yeah, that's probably it. I still felt a bit sorry for her, though. I guess kids on their own often seem kind of lost.

Preparations around here are under way for the London Marathon this Sunday. Last year we had a local 'band', I guess it would just about qualify as 'blues/New Orleans jazz/drunken pensioner shouting into microphone backed by other pensioners-kind-of-music'. They were not very good, but at least they seemed to be having a good time. I missed the guy in the diving-gear, but of course it also took him about six days to get all the way 'round.
Do I run the marathon?
No.

Should you be somewhere in the east of Denmark at the moment, you should really check out Louise Bourgeois @ Louisiana in Humlebaek, until 22/6. Her works are absolutely wonderful, poetic and sad and beautiful.
In London we're (that's...just me,really) excitedly awaiting the Cindy Sherman exhibition @ the Serpentine from 3/6. And it's free! So check it out, if you're around.
posted by charlotte at 11:54 - comment

I went to the University of London library today, which I really quite enjoy. Mainly because I like libraries. I like high shelves full of strange books and the stillness and the smell of dust and quiet whispers. I also like going there because it's in the heart of Bloomsbury, which I might love even more. It's full of book-shops and students and the air of literary history. Walking behind the ghost of Virginia Woolf! (Not looking much like Nicole Kidman.)

On the way there, on the bus, I drove past Major Road. Is that perhaps an example of the most lazy namegiving ever? There's probably a Minor Road around there too. And a 'FairlySmallWithBusShelter' Road.

Things are thankfully looking up on the dissertation front, so hopefully I can finish up and get on with something else exam-related soon. Meanwhile, try The Political Compass. I'm almost directly opposite Hitler, which is fine by me.
I love filling in forms.
posted by charlotte at 19:11 - comment

Why I like living in London part 1:
Sometime in the beginning of December (or was it end of November?) last year, I was on my way home from a dinner in West London. At Bond Street station, just as the train rolls up along the platform, I spy carriage after carriage of people dressed up as Santa Claus. All wearing a red, furry suit, all with hats, many with beards. One of the Santas even moon the waiting people at the platform (after which I decide not to get into that particular carriage). But they are all very well-behaved (albeit a bit noisy) and although they are all pretty drunk, they seem quite friendly. At Waterloo they all quietly shuffle out, leaving a strange soundless carriage of approximately 5 people who suddenly feel left out and deserted. I like living in London because here I've seen Santa's arse. Doesn't happen too often anywhere else. Probably shouldn't either.
posted by charlotte at 12:50 - comment

Check out John Simpson in The Independent yesterday. I get upset when people say that civilian casualties are (and I quote middle-class woman not in immediate danger of being attacked by military forces): unfortunate (unquote). It's not unfortunate, it's a fucking tragedy! However, ideally nobody should be in a position where there is a chance of anybody getting killed.
posted by charlotte at 13:25 - comment

Things are lightening up as I have gotten a computerwhizz to help me with the lay-out of the site. Hopefully things will look better soon! Meanwhile, take part in The Big Noise. I am desperately trying to find myself, however, the only people I keep bumping into are Ken Livingstone and Bono. And Chris Martin keeps hovering in the bottom left hand corner. Move along, Chris! Make room for the little people!

(I actually really like Chris Martin. He is awfully fit, for starters, and he seems like a sensible guy. I don't have a problem with celebrities having a social conscience. Some people seem to think that celebrities should shut up and look pretty - and sing, or whatever they do - but if you want to do some good - like Chris Martin and his Fair Trade 'campaign' - then I guess celebrity is the best platform. And I'd much rather see a celebrity who fights for a good cause than a celebrity who desperately tries to appear as non-political as possible.)
posted by charlotte at 09:40 - comment

I read a review of the Danish film 'Open Hearts' (I so wish they had used another title) in The Independent the other day and Anthony Quinn suggested that a trait of the Danish national characer is a remarkable ability to forgive. Is that because we tend to forgive and forget? Is it forgiveness or is it a deep fear of conflict? Would we rather ignore a problem than deal with it? Sit around in our living rooms, enveloped by cosiness? (The Danish idea of cosiness differs from everybody else's it seems - to us there is a great deal of hot chocolate and liquorice involved.) Or is it a Christian thing? Most Danes are, although many voice a secular view of life and publicly renounce religion. However, it seems to me that many people are actually closet-Christians and 'come out' when they get older. It doesn't mean that they start going to church (except for Christmas eve and on special occasions) or 'preaching the word', but they baptise their children and start quietly voicing beliefs in a higher, omnipotent being. Maybe we are brought up to believe that people are inherently good because we don't encounter evil in our daily lives. Perhaps we wouldn't be so understanding if we were ruled by a dictator. Or living next to Barry Manilow.


I never saw Open Hearts, by the way. The only Dane who didn't. Supposedly good, though, so maybe one day I will.
posted by charlotte at 16:20 - comment

I think I lost it a bit yesterday, due to lack of sleep, fresh air and human interaction. I fortunately have a feeling that I'm in a place, dissertation-wise, where I can start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel...that's a funny expression, really, considering that a light at the end of a tunnel is usually spoken of in connection with death...does this mean that I'm really anticipating death?!

*Sigh*

I hope to one day post interesting and funny stories and musings but it seems that I am incapable of that at present. I really do apologise for the present content of the site. I'm going to sign out for now and not come back until I have anything interesting to say.

*Stands in corner with pointy hat*
posted by charlotte at 12:39 - comment

I was looking throught the previous post and I think that I must apologise to all you Songs of Praise-fans out there: I don't mind Songs of Praise at all, in fact I'm sure that the programme brings joy to a lot of people (which can only be a good thing) - I prefer other kinds of music, though. To those of you who are not familiar with Songs of Praise: it is a kind of Christian karaoke - a church choir sings hymns, with subtitles, for your general participation. Danish television has an equivalent, but I can for the life of me not remember the name of the programme. Anyhow, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Formula 1 neither, although the extent to which I watch sports is approximately nil. I did use to sleep really well to it - when I was a partymad teen I'd crash on the sofa the afternoon after the night before, while my dad would watch Formula 1. To this day I feel comfortably sleepy at the sound of racing cars.


posted by charlotte at 20:49 - comment

Oh, the site looks really sad! Well, I'll try to figure out how to add 'fun stuff' - in time. I'm not at all computer-literate. Like, how do I make a 'guest-book' link?

I think I really need to see other people now. I've spend the ENTIRE weekend in my flat, reading...stuff. I even resolved to watching Formula 1 (it was down to that or Songs of Praise).

Must not go mad, must not go mad...

*Shuffles into a corner with a whisk and a carrot*
posted by charlotte at 19:13 - comment

Welcome to sleepingsheep!
I hope to update frequently but am also aware that this is probably not going to happen! Least of all because I am currently supposed to work on my final year dissertation (and I am working! Promise!) which is to be handed in at the end of the month. So I guess I should put some more work into it. I'm not doing badly, actually, but this afternoon I decided to set up a blog as opposed to falling asleep on the sofa, with, say, Sigmund Freud.

Briefly about me: as you can probably tell from the above, well, yes - I am a bit of a nerd. And an English literature student, so that's kind of a given?! I am also Danish, which is nice (usually). And so you ask, scoldingly, why I don't write in Danish. Well, I would like to, as I find Danish a lovely language and grossly underused, but, because most of my Danish friends can read English, and most of my English friends have no clue about Danish, I thought it would be more practical to do it this way. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am currently living in London! (I guess it makes more sense now).

And I guess that's all for now. I'm going to look into 'making the site nice' (ahh, bless), but there is a slight possibility that this will not happen until sometime next week. Or when I finish uni. Or whenever Hell freezes over. Whichever comes first.
posted by charlotte at 18:32 - comment