French Talk

My best friend called this morning (not really morning, it was almost embarrassingly late actually) while I was halfway asleep. She asked if I knew how to pronounce a certain French name, as she had to make a phone call to France and wanted to be as accurate as possible. I had German as third language in school, and the only French I know is kissing. But if it had been me I'd just Google, and that I told her as I leaned over and switched on the computer. We continued the chat for a while, then I said: "Listen here". She laughed out loud, and was truly amazed that I was online even before I had my first coffee. "I'm so glad the Net isn't a place you can move to, but if you suddenly disappear one day and I can't find you, at least I know where to look!"

And if there were no computers I'd just move into an encyclopedia; can easily picture myself setting up camp between gayageum and mizzenmast.

Over to something completely different: for the first time I've taken a liking to a song from the Eurovision Song Contest, perhaps 'cause I didn't know it was from the show. This is one of the Swedish finalists, and I heard it on the radio this morning.

1 Down...

...39 to go.

Yesterday I had my first client, and oh boy, was he a good one. Quite altogether as it is, so not much to "fix" there, was it. But that's the fun thing about healing, you never really know what's going to happen, and the effects might not be evident right away. Now, as a healer I shouldn't try to provoke anything or interfere with the natural rhythms, but as I'm still learning I hope I'm excused for what I did. Well, didn't do anything exactly, just couldn't stop that little mischievous thought that popped into my head. On the other hand, that's precisely what we've learned: anything that springs to mind should be paid attention to, and nothing is silly or insignificant.

Forgot to ask him though if he sensed it...

Close

Have you ever been so close to someone over time that everything they do annoys you beyond belief? Days and even weeks where nothing happens, and all you have is each others company. The endless wait for some action, all while you soon are about to go nuts over messy floors and smelly feet. There's a tension in the air though. In an instant everything might change, and you'll have to run not to get hurt. But you're trapped in a very confined space and there's not much room for running. For a while you're not even sure you're going to survive...

Well, I'm glad I'm not a submarine sailor, as the ones we saw in the movie Das Boot. This masterpiece of a German film tells the story about life on board a submarine during the WW2, and we watched it last weekend during the Kosmorama film festival. The really cool thing is that it was shown in an actual bunker built by the Germans during that previous mentioned war. Dora 1 is now used as venue for different cultural events.

After the movie we went back home. Or if I'm totally honest I must admit we loped halfway, at the changeover. As we arrived a little late the seats left were terrible, and there was no way we could see the subtitles behind all those heads. But even without getting the dialogues we had no problem feeling the claustrophobia in that sub... Anyway, back home we cooked ourselves a nice meal of pasta and tomato/minced beef sauce. So simple, so good. And no need for running.

Holy Cow...

...I'm over the Moon...

Astronaut

Countdown; 10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - Blast Off!

"Off we go into outer space
Off we go at a zipping pace,
Rockets are ready,
all things are steady.
Off to visit the moon."