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Friday, May 28, 2010 I have made a few attempts to start blogging again, and because of that I have a couple of old, unpublished posts. I decided, to warm you up, I will let them fly. Here is the first one, written close to two years ago: One of three posts I tried to publish lately: I can't believe I'm still up but I am all of a sudden on the internet. I have made two attemts to blog this past week and had to give up because my connection went down all the time. Tempting fate, I will give it one more try. I have no real news, just that I sowed about 80 seeds in about 40 jiffy pots this weekend. And that I managed to burn my first couple of CD's (for a gadget lover I am absouloutly showing old lady behaviour, I can't believe I got my first CD burning device so late in life). So espect squash and awesome playlists if you visit me. "Young business men are modern day pop stars." Not incredably deep but hey, I am not really working at the Creativity Factory at the moment. Yet, I get some of those examples visiting at work, and what lovely examples they are. I might be getting a soft spot for men in suits and expensive shirts. Friendly as hell, impecable manners, and showing you exactly the right amount of attention for you to be flattered enough to ensure you remember them next time they need a favor. At the same time you have the "oh, my, your mommy raised you well, didn't she?" factor which is not really that sexy. And the feeling he is shaking your hand because he wants your vote one day.
Another post, not published at the time: We are getting increasingly aware of the fact that we are going to Rome next week. Friday will be hell at work because everybody is taking Friday off to get the long weekend, using the oppertunity to come pesturing me at work. I have double the normal amount of customers and a waiting list, and a business conference to help prepare. That sounds quite impressive, ”preparing a business conference”, while it really means: proofreading the mailing list and licking stamps. I don't hate my job. I just don't find it very inspireing. The fact that you can't get a promotion there does kill the spark a bit. I can't really go places in there unless I all of a sudden get a business degree. Not a fat chance I'll go that way. My closest co-worker celebrated 20 yrs at the work place this week. He is completely miserable. He bought me an ice-cream to celebrate. I hope the aknowledge him in some tiny way. How depressing. Let's get back to that Rome thing, shan't we? For those with a good memory and have been following this story, just leave the next tiny bit unless you like a bit of romance told again and again. For the others, here's a little story from 4 yrs ago: I had just met AB. We had known each other for two weeks, to be exact, and he needed to go blow up a helicopter in Spain. Needless to say, there were quite a bit of sms messages sent between Denmark and Spain and one of them went: -I am in my hotel room wearing shorts because it is 20 degrees. (That's celsius, use the right bar links to figure our what 20 celsius is in farenheit). The next one went something like: -Now I'm envious, I am standing at Norreport bus station waiting for 350S bus and freezing my arse off. The next one from Spain sounded:
That is where life really froze. I panicked. The man was obviouly insane. He knew me for two weeks and he was planning a trip?!? Oh, my God, what do I do, what do I do?! The obvious. Call a girlfriend. Skottustelpa: ”What do I do if he invites me to go abroad with him?” Wise girlfriend: ”You say yes please”. And so I did. AB took me to Rome on what happened to be Valentines weekend. Not that it had anything to do with it, we don't celebrate Valentines. He was still an insane stranger (now he is just insane) and it got more scary when he left me with his luggage and a bowl of ice cream at Piazza de Popolo. To go looking for a hotel with a bath tub. We are staying at the same hotel now, 4 yrs later, this time with our son, AB's mother and his aunt. I don't know when I get to post this, I have completely given up on fighting with the internet. AB is at work this evening so I think I'll take the next best thing with me to bed. Matt hon, get over here. Skotta will play now. Over a year since the last post. Yet still, I am Skottustelpa. Hear me roar.
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Monday, March 02, 2009 Made at Hjörleifshöfði, in Iceland, January 2009. Wednesday, February 04, 2009 I know this is a bit far out but I might try to get this page going again. Reason? I am suffering a slow creative death at work. And I can't quit my job. Yet. And this page has over 17 thousand hits for some reason (plus the close to 10 thousand I lost with the old counter). People have been stopping by. On top of that I can't sleep so I might as well do something productive. These are strange times in world history. There are people in power that are cleaning house. Not the first time in history this happens and probably not the last. It is the first time in my history it is happening. These are creative times that get me all excited because cleaning house leaves room for change. The US has Obama and Iceland has Johanna. The first colored US presidend, and the first female, openly gay Icelandic prime minister. His first job in office was to start closing down Guantanamo and one of her first jobs was to start working on getting one of the most corrupt Icelandic politician out of the Icelandic National Bank. It is too good not to follow up on. People all over the world are loosing their jobs. So I am assuming that this is not the time to think: "Hey, my job really bores me to death." Working is kind of a necessity if I want to keep eating and having a roof over my head. Saying as my job is a desired position for many, they won't have a problem filling it. I, on the other hand, might not get another job. Not really feeling room for a change. But maybe, slowly, feeling a creative burst coming on. It is not only the fact that I have been at this workplace for over a year now and am getting restless (a personal record) it is the fact that I have learned everything there is to learn in that place and there is no new developement in sight. I am hired to answer the phones and make the coffee and you don't get promoted from that at my current work place. I had this job at another time, when I was 14. Back then I didn't have 6 years university education. Back then got promoted. I am lucky to have a job. I am lucky to have a fancy job that doesn't require too much of me. And the hours are good. It doesn't pay well, but hell, I am getting paid. On the other hand, my job is boring me so much that I am procrastinating on the few things I have to do there. There is so little to do, and I the little I do takes just a moment of my day, so I can't bother doing it at all. I have two words. SO WRONG. My behaviour completely collides with my shining work values. Now is not the time to do something drastic since I haven't got a clue what I'd like to do in stead of what I am doing now. I have a hunch I'd want to do something creative and I'd want to do it from home. And that job will probably not be "woman who paints". I know I can't go on like this, I know I'm not staying at this job forever. I need to stay there a couple of more years though but I have to come up with ways to survive that period. I am also aware of the fact that it is unlikely that I will be headhunted so some action must be taken. I am not sure what I will be doing but I have a couple of ideas. I'll keep you posted. Labels: Of slow creative death posted by Skotta | 5:21 AM |Sunday, December 07, 2008 Excited, excited, excited! I am about to enter a little house on Thorsgata, one of the oldest streets in Reykjavík. When I was approached to do this article my truly amazing photographer friend sent me the contact sheet and I didn't really think twice. I was definetly writing this piece and I already had a lot of ideas. Only afterwards did I realize that I had never written an article or taken an interwiew before. No matter. What the heck. I'll give it a go. I had to see these beauties up close and I most definetly had to try them on (notice the plural). This is the immediate response your system will have when seeing these hats. You will feel inspired and daring. I think it was the luxurious feeling of the hats that got me. The idea wasn't new but the craftmanship I had not previously seen. Already on the plane to Iceland I was looking forward to seeing the pieces, touching them, trying them on. I just needed to see them and I wanted to play. I know that during these "kreppa" times, luxury seems like a bad word. Or does it? Research shows that women dress better during a recession. (Where did I see this?) Apparently, women seem to buy more expensive items during a recession, going after good quality and style. Oh, and there was also something about the human instincts in there too, something about a well groomed woman nailing a better provider - but I'm not selling that one more expensive than I got it (Icelandic saying, you get my drift). Back to the luxury and the craftmanship. Or should I say craftwomanship? I am exited to meet Jódís, owner of the label Jungle Kween, one of the most interesting and adored people I have come across. You see, Jódís is beutiful, inside out. And her warmth and love of her craft trancends in her pieces wich in turn are extremely sexy. Okay. What do we have here? Dramatic names like "Concordia" (goddess of peace), "Petrova" and "Hedera Helix" (the latin name of Ivy) to playful "Shirley" (Temple), "Poodle" (as in the dog), "Dennis" (the menice), "Azafata" (the Spanish word for airline stewerdess) and "Onamanapea" (a word that is how it sounds, like "bang"). We have luxorious, trancending sexy. Let me explain what we are talking about. We are talking New Years Eve, red carpet, first date, airport, bedroom ... We are talking; the innocent, the raunchy, the sophisticated, the movie star quality. The charming, the creative, the playful ... Think I'm going overboard? But don't you just love them? You'd have to have one of each.  Jungle Kween by Jódís are hand made accessories, so far available only in Gyllti Kötturinn in Reykjavík and through Marta in Copenhagen. Jódís makes exclusive pieces for brides by special order only. posted by Skotta | 10:09 PM | Monday, November 17, 2008 It is 15 past midnight and I am postponing going to bed. Sole reason being that tomorrow is Monday and I don't want Sunday to end. So what has happened since May? Well, what do you know? America has got a new president! Se what happens when you're not looking?! Miracles!! The guy is not only sane and with a considerably higher IQ than the last one, but also what a girlfriend of mine in America once stated that the politically correct term was "colored". Didn't see that coming, did you? Well, neither did America. America, now truly the beautiful. And what else has happened? Well, my house has got a new lodger. A true Bionic Woman. (And by the way, this is my new favorite page).  Bionic Woman has superpowers that, among other amazing feats, has got my basement from green to white in record time. I cannot describe how happy I am to have her in my house. AB is back from a long haul in Germany, preparing for some wild months in Warsawa. He has now taken over the basement project, using all his spare time putting down floors. Plan is that Bionic Woman moves down there when it is finished. And Minilla? Minilla is behaving after his mother introduced time-out to the child's upbringing. Conflicts between mother and son have reduced considerably. And where is Skotta in all of this? Well, hope for the globe settled in when Barack got elected. Hope for Icelands future went dim when the Brits put us on their terrorist list. I never imagined that this could happen to a country that does not even have an army. And with everything else going down the drain, titled "International Financial Chrisis" I still manage to have a spark in my heart because Christmas is soon here and I will be baking some cookies.  Labels: Of cookies and crumbs posted by Skotta | 12:14 AM |Sunday, November 16, 2008 I have stuff to say. And I have a fan who openly admitted to still reading in August. Shame on me. I guess what is getting me going now is anger. Anger is always a great motivator, although not the healthiest one. What really happened is that I am unable to blog about my boring job and my life got a bit exhausting. And I am on Facebook now, as the real me. It turns out that throwing out one liner status updates on FB is not satisfying my creativity and need to express myself. And now, when I am unable to take my longed for shower and am therfor freezing to death, I have time to blog. My man is a woman when it comes to the bathroom and now my boy jumped in the shower with him. I'll be a dirty woman until late noon. Nope. Not happening. My turn now. 
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Tuesday, May 27, 2008 ... und er ist kein star, und hast schwartzes haar ... und Ich liebe ihm! I bought a best of CD but I lost it and have missed it dearly. I have been looking for this. |
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