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October | 2010 | Animals & Feelings
Allt gengur hér undir súð. Það tók ekki langan tíma að koma sér vel fyrir hér í húsinu. Það vantar reyndar ennþá smá heimilisleika í herbergið, en það reddast þegar mánaðamótin koma.
Í dag vaknaði ég og fór nakinn í sófann og horfði á þátt af múmínálfunum á finnsku – Rannalta löytynyt hylky. Það var svo huggulegt. Það er eitthvað innilega þægilegt og róandi við að vakna og mjaka sér undir aðra sæng og horfa á kartúns.
Í síðustu viku var ég í fríi á meðan allt æsta fólkið var á fullu að fara á Airwaves tónleika. Ég skemmti mér samt mjög vel, enda fékk mikinn ljónatíma til að vinna að sagnakerfisgreiningunni minni í Siwa. En svo var nóg komið og maður varð að koma sér í bæinn og taka þátt í fjörinu, sem ég og gerði. Hitti Hrefnu og Jónu á Bakkus, en Hrefna var of þreytt og Jóna var að deyja í fótunum. Logi var þarna og við vorum saman áfram og fórum inn í einhvern bíl þar sem voru tvær stelpur sem virtust hafa óvenju mikinn áhuga á að komast upp um það hvaðan ég væri. Ég verð aldrei þreyttur á þessum leik – gettu hvaðan útlendingurinn er sem talar góðu íslenskuna. Engum dettur Montreal í hug.
Við fundum okkur verðmætt efni sem eigi skal nefnt, en það var mjög spennandi enda var mig búið að langa til að finna það eiginlega síðan ég kom aftur heim að heiman (!), því þar (heima?) er það mjög algengt og allir gera það og meira að segja við feðgar saman. Það sem eftir yrði af kvöldinu virtist endast í heila eilífð. Og það var mikið fjör hjá okkur, þannig að það var ekki verra. Við vorum eins og flugdrekar og there wann’t no stopin’ us.
Síðan lauk Airwaves og frívikunni. Í næstu viku er mjög margt að gerast. Ég verð að gera tvo fyrirlestra – einn um seinni kaflana í Laxdælu (sem ég á enn eftir að (byrja að) lesa) og einn um sagnbeygingu í samísku. Ég hef raunar aldrei gert/flutt fyrirlestur fyrir bekk á íslensku áður og mér kvíður alveg ágætlega mikið fyrir því. Ekki svo mikið fyrir þeim um Laxdælu, því það er í útlendingatíma og ég er lang-lang-langbestur, en fyrirlesturinn um samísku er fyrir námskeið þar sem eru bara íslendingar, einn íslenskumælandi dani og ég, lúðinn.
Þetta gengur vel ef ég get fengið mig til að byrja að lesa þessa sögu. Ég veit að Íslendingasögurnar eru mikilvægar og fallegar og allt það en mér bara leiðast þær.
Muuten harkitsen nyt tosissani hakemusta suomen ja sen sukukielten ohjelmaan. En vielä oikeastaan tiedä, haluanko todellakaan hakea jo tänä vuonna ensi vuodeksi, tai olisiko ehkä paras odottaa vielä vähän kunnes minulla on selvempi kuva tulevaisuudensuunnitelmistani. On myös toisiakin esteitä, esimerkiksi se, että mitä ihmettä Jóna haluaisikaan siellä tehdä. Meinaan, Turku on kai hauska kaupunki, mutta haukaus siinä tapauksessa ei oikeastaan riitä päättämään, muutetaanko parina uuteen maahan. Pitää olla hyötyä kummallekin.
Ja minusta tuntuu, että suomeni ei ole valmis suomenkieliseen maisteriohjelmaan. Mutta minusta islantinikaan ei ollut ennen islanninkielisia opintojani alkua, ja pärjäsinhän minä.
Voi kun mua ei huvita mennä lukemaan Lohilaaksolaisten tarinaa. Mieluummin Muuminlaaksolaisten.
Posted on October 12, 2010 | Leave a comment
Sỏsmi sủhnemo sủrka Aįoska muvma
Tahka sitoahhas mõska-ho sanivmi
Tįieka, saparia kori ruoma
Sỉhma, ania nůmů ruota
Tikirrha sihhia-ho tsęmidia te tsuorkua
Tįebeska, koria-ho te ania-ho
Posted on October 8, 2010 | Leave a comment
I just had one of those amazingly realistic dreams, where something happens and it is so wonderful that you wake up in euphoria.
It all happened on what seemed like a dream-sized mountain. I was in the snow, it was very cold and I was wearing snow pants, mittens, a hat and goggles. It was daytime. I had antlers attached to my head and I was walking in very powdery snow. I was in a creek between two small elevations. I was presumably looking for deer, to be their friend or something. Then I saw a bus with an open roof with children who were obviously looking for deer or were on some school expedition, so I felt the need to hide. One man there had a hose and he was covering tracks by the road with snow that came from the hose. I jumped over a fence and there was a lot with a huge house, and a street that was pretty steep up, turning up the mountain. Then, a gray limo came down and couldn’t brake in time and hit me, but someone had a window open which just resulted in my getting my head and antlers inside the car. I excused myself and explained (what, I’m not sure). They were very nice and took me in their car. We drove up the steep spiraling road. Eventually, we arrived at the top of this miniature mountain, but all of a sudden there was no more snow. There were flat fields with flowers, and I could feel the heat. Everyone was wondering what was going on, if this was for real. To the right there was a murky river running along banks of red earth. We had driven over it on a small bridge. The river too a turn downwards and there there were kids jumping off the red banks into the river. At the turn, it lost its murkiness and turned into a really pure deep blue color. I was with some girl in the car whose name I couldn’t remember. We were in awe at how wonderful it was, to get out of the winter and into this. We agreed to jump out of the car and start running downwards at the river. We were running really fast and I was taking my (two) shirts off and then we just jumped into the river. Ahhhhhh the water was so warm, was so clear and beautiful! The current was pushing us towards the place where kids were jumping, and the girl was hanging onto my shirt which I had in my hands.
And that’s it. This tiny mountain with fluffy deerwinter at the bottom and sweet riversummer at the top. I still feel good about all the sun and the heat and the river. And while I was on the summer plateau I could remember the cold and the snow, but it was all gone.
Why can’t there be such a place?
Posted on October 4, 2010 | Leave a comment
I wonder how it feels to be always with me, or to be very close to me. To live in my smell, to live in my inhospitable habits. I’ve not been in the habits of an other man very often, other than my brother’s and my father’s. Men have smells, and they have things that they do that I understand, but that are alien to the way I do things. I wonder how it is for a woman to be halfway in the world of a man. Because I know so little of the private world of women, it seems like they would think our world is strange.
I had one of those moments yesterday, when I wondered what it is, what it means that my consciousness is here and now. That I’m a man, not a woman. Why is it that of all the possible people, places and times, I am in this guy, here and now. I have my own body, my own family, but sometimes it seems so easy to look further, to imagine myself not in time, place or person but simply as a phenomenon, thinking and seeing things always from only one perspective at a time. It must be so different to be a woman, in this world. How do women feel about being women around men? Does it even matter? Why do I ask these questions? I don’t know. I guess it’s strange to think that I’m a man. I am the masculine representative of the human genders. We have it good, us men. We have a much easier time going through puberty (physically). We are generally rulers, we are stronger physically and we seem, in our times and in our west, to pretty much rule the world. Women, over looking probably 90% of their importance in society, have this power over men that men seem to have a hard time calibrating. If I were a woman, I don’t know what I would do.
I wonder if I would be interested in the same things. Women seem to have much more practical interests, in general (in general). Whereas most of my interests are 100% useless and advance me only on a very personal level that cannot be shared with anyone in the real world. Maybe with a swede here, a man from the geographical center of America there. But that hardly substantializes it.
This morning I got a gift from my father for my birthday.
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