tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24259632787138923202024-02-19T07:36:31.407+01:00Tidbits and Significant ThingsLittle stories of intent and mishap and sometimes the good things that come with.a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-87396108682918597332016-04-05T16:55:00.001+02:002016-04-05T16:55:03.209+02:00Ode to Excel (& pasta machines)<br />
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At my corporate office job I often end up teaching a colleagues to do the basic stuff you ought to know how to do in Excel. I may be
biased since I am an avid fan of using Excel (no, I’m not being sarcastic here,
I’m totally a fan of Excel), but I just CANNOT UNDERSTAND how people who work
in desk jobs with a lot of numbers and statistics have been able to do their
work without knowing how to do Pivot Tables, how to Filter data, and quick-write
formulae! Just imagine the time probably WASTED on doing the same calculation
over and over and over and over (about 200 times, at least) again. Or clumping
numbers together, by hand! It just boggles my mind! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Excel is your friend. Excel does it all for you. It’s
like a pasta machine: you just pop in a blob of dough and out comes beautiful
strands of fettuccine or spaghetti. Or, if you want it to, a nice, smooth and
equally-thin-in-all-places flat bit of pasta dough that you can make ravioli or
lasagna or tortellini with. Much in the way you can make pretty graphs with the
calculated numbers that Excel just <i>gives </i>you,
on a silver platter. I’m so thankful for Excel. And I’m so thankful for my
freakish father who taught me all about it (and still today is my open-all-hours-helpline
when I hit the infrequent bump. Thanks dad!)<o:p></o:p><br />
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I have excel, but I don't have a pasta machine, but if I did have one I would make these things from <a href="http://ladyandpups.com/" target="_blank">Lady & Pups</a> (none of them is pasta, but hey, it's always more fun using machines for things they were not originally intended for, right?)</div>
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<a href="http://ladyandpups.com/2015/04/04/how-to-make-cruffin-with-pasta-machine/" target="_blank">CRUFFINS</a><br />
<a href="http://ladyandpups.com/2016/02/24/zero-folding-pastel-de-nata-a-hybrid/" target="_blank">PASTELS DE NATA</a><br />
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a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-21763136129301236332015-02-06T19:07:00.001+01:002015-02-06T19:07:02.553+01:00Nostrils<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFcUOlsJWMBLcIOnihjLTBPs8RuKG-zSyt-Vr7q2xjyQ-eo1uVEZAvpvhzx5R0O1vF-NqXWGF7f6UN2KTW1UZymsTeAf9FCZYM7qOp-bemRvCa6wcPFxOk5n0yx7mpctJLvNrr36mWGc/s640/blogger-image-201119621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFcUOlsJWMBLcIOnihjLTBPs8RuKG-zSyt-Vr7q2xjyQ-eo1uVEZAvpvhzx5R0O1vF-NqXWGF7f6UN2KTW1UZymsTeAf9FCZYM7qOp-bemRvCa6wcPFxOk5n0yx7mpctJLvNrr36mWGc/s640/blogger-image-201119621.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Waiting for the night to fall</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">#asnapaday</div>a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-3815523306208563352015-02-05T23:14:00.001+01:002015-02-05T23:14:11.508+01:00Late snap<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfDeiBJpg9okcNsOBemfacAfBjvqIS44Zyhrdjn-2KmSViITVm7QKhNLFTKV2f80INXJtasRkHfKZGa5rxHjBZxkYG-tVLlHFfOth02pBXpk6iPTV9aXiQvVDVnj_jYds5ksavbHXQIA/s640/blogger-image-169236222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfDeiBJpg9okcNsOBemfacAfBjvqIS44Zyhrdjn-2KmSViITVm7QKhNLFTKV2f80INXJtasRkHfKZGa5rxHjBZxkYG-tVLlHFfOth02pBXpk6iPTV9aXiQvVDVnj_jYds5ksavbHXQIA/s640/blogger-image-169236222.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">'Tis night. I shall place my dainty head on my fluffy pillow and will myself to dream of unicorns. As one does. Nighty night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">#asnapaday</div>a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-67590428745564263392015-02-03T16:48:00.004+01:002015-02-03T16:48:56.908+01:00snap a meeting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is my progress report on my <a href="http://tidbitsandsignificantthings.blogspot.se/2015/01/becoming-strong.html" target="_blank">chins-goal</a>.</div>
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a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-80295947938331793402015-01-29T15:33:00.000+01:002015-01-29T15:33:18.082+01:00I'm warmin' up for February<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(ps. Check out the swarm of birds outside my window! It's totally making me feel like Melanie Daniels / Tippi Hedren)</div>
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I think i'm going to challenge myself with a little photo project during February. I'm going to share a face-snap (I refuse to say "Selfie") a day, all through February for your viewing pleasure. Quality will not be a quiding principle as I will be using my webcam.<br />
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<br />a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-27697687895832777302015-01-24T19:21:00.002+01:002015-01-24T19:21:34.427+01:00The Youthful EmperorYou know when you have three seconds of a tune stuck in your head and you can't for your life figure out what the name of the tune is? The restless feeling, the creeping of the skin? The uneasy feeling of ensuing meltdown if said tune isn't figured out? Well, I had that all night last night. I knew it was an Opera. A contemporary opera, which didn't help at all in my googling, especially since I also knew that it was a pretty darn obscure opera.<br />
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This is how it usually goes when this happens: I remember some words of the lyrics and I type them in citation marks followed by "lyrics" in google and that usually does it. But this time, I only had "What is so ?????? about becoming a man...????" and descriptive words like "marimba" "contemporary opera". Didn't help at all.<br />
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I scrolled through all the Spotify-play lists belonging to the person who recommended the Opera in the first place (Of course I had already mailed him, but hadn't gotten a reply!!) and found nothing.<br />
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I read through countless lists of Contemporary American Operas (I thought I remembered that the composer was American) thinking that I would be able to recognize the name of the opera once I saw it. But nope.<br />
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Alas, when I woke up this morning I had one more second to add to the three seconds, but fat load of good that did me..."What is so ???? about becoming a man <i>when </i>....?????"<br />
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My last resort was to go through all of my own Spotify-play lists and pay special attention to the ones that I frequented about four years ago when I had last been obsessed with the opera, and won't you believe that there, in my Spotify-bucket list: "Just nu" [Right now] I finally found Young Caesar!<br />
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Lou Harrison wrote the obscure Opera, "Young Caesar", in 1970. It was composed as an Indonesian puppet theatre production, with influences from Chinese Opera and premiered at Caltech, in California. After that it seems it hibernated from the stage and Harrison allegedly worked on the Opera to incorporate more western melody and instrumentation. In 2007, 4 years after his death, the "new" rendition premiered in San Fransisco, and I believe it is that performance that can be found on Spotify. It is haunting and absolutely gorgeous. Look it up, or check out the compilation youtube film below with the three main arias!<br />
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References: <a href="http://articles.latimes.com/2007/feb/19/entertainment/et-caesar19" target="_blank">This Article</a>.a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-31961885317938718722015-01-15T11:19:00.000+01:002015-01-15T11:19:24.359+01:0050 dang questions!<div class="MsoNormal">
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Have any celebrity crushes....what?</div>
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...asked me out? </div>
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...stayed in with me in their pajamas, painting nails and eating take out sushi? </div>
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...tattooed my name on their bottom? </div>
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Uhm, no. (but, I wish.)</div>
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ps. All of the red heads, and J-Law.</div>
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23. LIST 1 THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE ABOUT YOURSELF:</div>
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How is 1 thing a "list"???!! Argh, Now I need to go and add that to my list of bad habits!</div>
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24. ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?</div>
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Yes.</div>
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25. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?</div>
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Probably the same things I notice in the same sex.</div>
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A lack of nr. 19 and a loving acceptance of the opposite reality to nr 18.</div>
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27. WHAT PERSONALITY TRAITS DO YOU DISLIKE IN OTHER PEOPLE?</div>
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The same personality traits that I dislike in myself, probably. Or at least <i>especially </i>those.</div>
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28. ARE YOU MOSTLY A CLEAN OR MESSY PERSON?</div>
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I am a clean person, but not a <i>cleaning</i> person. Is that a thing?</div>
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29. IF YOU COULD LIVE ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, WHERE WOULD YOU LIVE?</div>
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30. IF YOU COULD VISIT ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, WHERE WOULD YOU GO?</div>
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Another inhabitable planet, granted I could get to and fro Tellus pretty fast.</div>
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a) Live & work abroad</div>
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c) No have to worry about money</div>
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d) Continue to have creative endeavors</div>
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e) Get strong, and stay strong</div>
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33. NAME 1 THING YOU MISS ABOUT BEING A KID:</div>
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The freedom of responsibility</div>
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The freedom that <i>comes with</i> responsibility</div>
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36. WHAT'S YOU FAVORITE SONG OF ALL TIME?</div>
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Buy lots of LCHF-approved yummies and stuff my face with them, in my jammies, together with my fiancée, watching a sci-fi flick, preferably of the 80s vintage kind.<br />
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38. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE THING TO DO ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON?<br />
Eat bacon. At home, or out on the town, don't care. As long as there is bacon. Oh, and sun. I love sun on Sundays.<br />
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39. HAVE YOU ANY HIDDEN TALENTS?<br />
All my talents are totally visible. I'm a wear-my-talents-on-my-sleeve-kind of person. (Except my Audrey Horne-talent)<br />
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40. YOU'RE ABOUT TO WALK THE GREEN MILE. WHAT DO YOU HAVE AS YOUR LAST MEAL?<br />
Easy: Some fine sushi, a side of kimchi and black, salty licorice for dessert.<br />
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41. WHAT WOULD BE YOUR DREAM JOB?<br />
Something where I get to travel the world, meet people and keep continuously learning.<br />
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42. WHICH WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE, 100 MILLION DOLLARS OR TRUE LOVE?<br />
100 million dollars will buy you some pretty darn convincing fake love. Jokes aside, I think there is more that I could accomplish for the world with 100 million dollars than with true love.<br />
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43. IF YOU COULD HAVE 3 WISHES GRANTED, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?<br />
a) limitless wishes for me<br />
b) limitless wishes for my best friend<br />
c) world peace<br />
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44. EVER WICH YOU WERE BORN THE OPPOSITE SEX? IF SO, WHY?<br />
No. I'm quite contented with my sex.<br />
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45. NAME ONE THING NOT MANY PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT YOU:<br />
I shower quite seldomly. Better for my skin, better for the environment!<br />
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46. IF YOU <i>HAD</i> TO CHANGE YOUR NAME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE IT TO?<br />
Princess Consuela Banana Hammock.<br />
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47. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE AFTERLIFE?<br />
No. (Only when it works in my favor)<br />
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48. DO YOU SEE YOURSELF GETTING MARRIED IN THE NEXT 5 YEARS?<br />
Yes<br />
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49. WARM WINTERS OR COLD SUMMERS?<br />
Both are hell, but warm winter, rather than cold summer.<br />
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50. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?<br />
Leopard print and yesterday's makeup.</div>
a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-12442970016041897662015-01-12T16:36:00.001+01:002015-01-12T16:36:11.830+01:00Becoming StrongRemember how I said I wanted to save money as a goal for 2015? Well, I have other goals that are less rigid, but that I have mainly because it's fun to have goals to work towards. However, I'm a little bit ashamed of this second goal, because I've had it for years, but haven't really worked at it, so it has never been achieved...BUT THIS YEAR WILL BE DIFFERENT....!<br />
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By June 30th I shall be able to to at least 1 proper pull-up (palms away from me) and 5 chin-ups (palms towards me).</div>
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There, I said it, so it has to be. I have 172 days. See you on the other side!</div>
a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-68020945527495851932015-01-08T11:41:00.000+01:002015-01-08T11:41:10.097+01:00Hi (2015), Bye (2014)!It's been ages, and I can't promise that it won't be ages after this either. But I really would like to kick the ol' blog into gear again and what better way than to summarize 2014 and relay my goals for 2015.<br />
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2014 was a really grand year. I mean <i>really wonderfully</i> grand. I got engaged, travelled the US for six (!!) weeks and finally got a permanent position at my job (with a raise I did not expect but still can giggle about with glee).<br />
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I've managed to keep up exercising and I low-carbed almost all year, though to be honest, there was nothing LCHF about the food I ate all Christmas. I'm meaning to kick it into gear after this weekend. The reason for the delay is that I'm taking C to <a href="http://www.esperantorestaurant.se/" target="_blank">Esperanto</a>, which was voted the best restaurant in Sweden in 2014, and in 2014 by The White Guide, as a Christmas gift to him...though to be honest it's just as much a gift to myself, isn't it? Haha!<br />
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It just feels like onwards and upwards from here! I'm on the train and it's bang on time, I think!<br />
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I didn't think I was going to have any goals or resolutions for 2015, but I've come to realize that I do have one big one:<br />
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I want to be more concious of my spending. I want to save more money so that I feel like I'm building a proper buffer for the future. My goal for 2015 is <b><u>to double the amount that I have in my savings account by the end of 2015.</u></b><br />
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And I believe that is totally doable. I've been doing some excel-calculations (yes, I'm a dork!) based on my income and on monthly spending and so on, and I believe that if I just limit myself a bit more and become more concious of my spending I can still spend money on the frivolities (perfume, vintage clothes, excellent food) that I live for and at the same time be able to save up enough each month to reach my goal. That is if nothing unexpected happens.<br />
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Do any of you do excel-sheets to plan your economy? Or do you use a different tool? What's your experience? "Save more money" feels like a pretty boring year goal, but important, I think. What are your goals?a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-46719306894096092112013-08-09T14:29:00.000+02:002013-08-09T14:36:19.563+02:00Tilda Swinton smells like curryI'm slowly trying to smell my way through the Etat Libre d'Orange perfume collection. So far I've tested perfumes in a very ad hoc way. I've reached my hand into the paper bag and worn whatever I picked.<br />
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Today the pick fell on <a href="http://www.fragrantica.com/perfume/Etat-Libre-d-Orange/Tilda-Swinton-Like-This-8893.html" target="_blank">Like This</a>. Tilda Swinton's ELdO-perfume. I love Tilda. Oh my gosh; I'd totally pay good money for her bottled up. BUT. The perfume: Not. So. Much.<br />
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Ough, what a total disaster. It opened so beautifully: Lovely fresh cut ginger, sweet tangy tangerine, round pumpkin and a flutter of heliotrope... Now, after a couple of hours, all I get is pumpkin sweetness and curry. Yes, curry. Damn you <a href="http://www.fragrantica.com/notes/Immortelle-12.html" target="_blank">Immortelle</a>! You are supposed to be caramelly and sweet. You're supposed to be <i>"one of the most fragrant plants, which contributes to giving the Corsican “maquis” its characteristic perfume. Immortelle produces a fascinating, rich, multi-layered, sexy, desireable, satisfying aroma."</i> But not satisfying as an Indian meal of curry and Naan. I know that you are mentioned to have a kind of curry note, but did that particular note have to be so prominent on my skin? Why not focus the scent projection on the ginger, the pumpkin and the heliotrope (oh, heliotrope, how I love thee!)?<br />
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I thought Tilda and I would be like this *crosses index and long finger*. Not only because she is drop-dead-beautiful, but also because of ther pride-flag-stunt in Russia. And it seemed so promising at the start, but you have proven yourself to be a wolf in a sheep's skin, Tilda. Or some sort of defiant dish thought up in <a href="http://foodists.ca/2011/06/05/a-london-lunch-at-dinner.html" target="_blank">Heston Blumenthal's insane/genious mind</a>.<br />
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But you can totally make it up to me though. You could, say, take me out to dinner or something....As long as it's not Indian.a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-30796834884204275242013-08-06T13:32:00.000+02:002013-08-07T09:46:50.787+02:00A scented return<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
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sorry little lovelies, I just could not bring myself to blog during the last
busy weeks of work before vacation, and to be completely honest, blogging did
not have a top-spot on my prio-list <i>during</i>
vacation either. But now. Now. Now I have time, energy, and things to write
about. I think that this fall will focus a lot on my interest in perfumes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">All my
interests fluctuate heavily. I had a period of obsession with plants and
growing things in the spring (this obsession is still going strong now with my balcony-grown produce ripening and all) and then a period of great interest in sewing in the beginning
of summer; so much that I <i>finally</i> took my sewing machine to the store to have it
serviced. Alas, it’s been gone all summer now. So, I turned my interests to
another obsession of mine: scents. I am by no means a die-hard,
fortune-spending, sample-hoarding kind of perfume lover, but I’ve built myself
quite a collection and I envision it growing. But, slowly, and mainly in the
samples section (buying whole bottles is not only expensive, but it takes up a
heck load of space!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I
recently ordered a <a href="http://www.escentual.com/etat-libre-dorange/elo_025/" target="_blank">sampler set of (27!!) perfumes from Etat Libre d’Orange</a> and
another sampler <a href="http://www.escentual.com/lalique/lalique_samples/" target="_blank">set from Lalique (with 10 perfumes)</a> and they arrived yesterday!
OH JOY! However, the joy did not go unblackened for long because as I <s>opened</s>
ripped open the package from the UK I sensed a scent. A lovely, sweet scent
with leathery undertones… At first I was hopeful that it might just be a
slightly leaky sample, which is not impossible. I first <s>opened</s> tore up
the Lalique package; all the samples were intact, the scent was not coming from
there. Then I went on to the brown paper bag with the “Smelling is believing”-text
on from ELdO, poured out the little plastic packets with mini-leaflets and 1,5
ml samples for each perfume on my bed and ruffled through them when I found the culprit.<a href="http://www.fragrantica.com/perfume/Etat-Libre-d-Orange/Tom-of-Finland-4524.html" target="_blank">TOM of Finland</a> had burst! Oh the sorrow! The disdain for the stupid,
incompetent person who packed my package in such a way that ToF could not last
all the way from the UK to Sweden! It was a sad, sad event.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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it by perfume lottery: reached my hand into the bag and wore whatever I picked.
So happy I didn’t happen to pick Secretions Magnifiques…) which has been a
sweet woodsy note with something slightly tart/cool/sharp in the background on
my skin. Could it be the jasmine? Or the famed Chinese Osmanthus? I am going to
experiment with amounts on my skin. I believe I was a little on the stingy side
this morning. <i><b>How do you usually dose your perfume application when you have
non-spray sample vials?</b></i></div>
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What is that cryptical blog entry title you might wonder. Well, "Less than three = <3 = heart/love for more than three (years)", which is the case with me and Mr Banjodjango. Three years. I can't believe how fast time flies. I love you I love you I love you.<br />
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a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-37679573498475538552013-05-23T14:30:00.002+02:002013-05-23T14:30:36.308+02:00The Great Gatsby Premiere PartyHellu dearies!<br />
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Remember I told you about attending the Great Gatsby Premiere Party here in Sweden? Well, I totally did not manage to take any good photos. But lucky for me the beautiful <a href="http://silversaga.damernasvarld.se/2013/05/23/the-great-gatsby-ii/" target="_blank">Jessica Silversaga</a> did! I wore a lovely 20s flapper dress in blue lace that I found at a flea market and it was a ridiculous steal. Some minor tending to a little hole, but apart from that it was in perfect condition. With it I wore my most expensive impulse shopping item ever: my golden Gucci Stilettos. My hair was a mess, but good news for messy curls is: the "invisible" hairnet (aka the hair-colored thin hairnet).<br />
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One piece of input to the event coordinators: Why were you <i>so adamant </i>about <i>not </i>mixing in some swing music from the era with the modern thump-thump-thump?! You wanted a 20s themed party with a Gatsby-esque flair. We were basically offering to give you a free dance performance with dancing from the era if only you would have let the (very willing) DJs play something else than main stream disco music. <i>Such </i>a pity.<br />
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Were any of you there? Did you enjoy yourselves? Wouldn't you have just <i>loved </i>to see some swing dancing as well as the great burlesque performances by the <a href="http://blackbirdburlesque.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Blackbird Burlesque Cabaret</a> who were there performing and enticing the audience? Sad I got no photos...<br />
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Why are you still here? <a href="http://silversaga.damernasvarld.se/2013/05/23/the-great-gatsby-ii/" target="_blank">Head on over to peruse Jessicas photos!</a>a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-24687855976967450352013-05-22T14:17:00.000+02:002013-05-22T14:17:22.275+02:00On past lives, changing lives and moving your body<br />
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Many years ago, in a faraway reality I tended a
bloggy-wog called ”Spark-SDFHG – the (mis?)adventures of one trying to live by the
rules of ‘hurtigheten’”. It is long-ago taken down and is now only readable by
myself as a kind of reminder of the past and the person I was in another
chapter in my life. That is not to say that each chapter prompts a reinvention,
but let’s face it, we all try to better ourselves from time to time, moving
along the road of life with little inkling as to when the next bold turn will
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The other day I was reading a <a href="http://www.underbaraclaras.com/clara-reflekterar/den-dagen-bloggen-dor/" target="_blank">Swedish blog</a> where the
blogger has recently found a sort of holy grail by the means of exercise and
some of her readers have had the audacity to <i>criticize </i>her for “not being the same anymore” just because she
happens to write a little bit more about how great it feels for her to move her
body, and little bit less (but by no means excluding) about vintage thrifting,
DIY and cooking. I believe that this is the same response that <a href="http://www.diaryofavintagegirl.com/" target="_blank">Fleur </a>got when
she found her totally unexpected love for running (which I, by the way, think
is RAD and I’m SOOO jealous I never seem to get over that “ough-I-hate-this-so-much-hurdle”
and into runner’s high) and shared that aspect of her life on her blog.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Why is it so hard to come to terms about the fact that
there are <i>real people</i> behind the
words you read? People who are also travelling along the road of life and
meeting unexpected twists and turns and interests and holy grails along the
way. Are <i>you</i> the same person you were
five years ago? I’m certainly not. Why would you expect that of a blogger that
you happen to follow? If you want to read something that is static, read an encyclopedia
(I’m not bashing down on encyclopedias here, I love them and have been known to
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All this talk of exercise and of changing interests made
me think of my old blog. About something I named “the Hurtigheten Regime”.
Because, I for one, was inspired by <a href="http://www.underbaraclaras.com/" target="_blank">UnderbaraClara</a> and her writing about how
she found her way back to exercising and how great it makes her feel. And not
to mention how much she manages to get done thanks to the great amount of
energy and focus that exercise gives. I used to feel that too. Somewhere along
the road I dropped off. But I’m willing to stretch myself uncomfortably for a
while to get there because it is so worth it; that is really what hurtigheten is
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a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-73195287409604418682013-05-17T09:57:00.001+02:002013-05-17T14:45:12.537+02:00YOLO (LOL)<br />
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I only learnt this weekend what YOLO means. I feel like that <a href="http://static.someecards.com/someecards/images/feed_assets/4d6c21debf1ae.jpg" target="_blank">mother </a>made famous on the interwebs for thinking LOL means “Lots of Love” and
thus wrote LOL in text message about a close relative’s death. (LOL, just to be
clear, means “Laughing out loud” and is the product of chatty youngsters
wanting to express as much as possible in as few letters as possible (because
typing out full words is too much of an effort and totally grown-up-boring-like;
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YOLO means (after having felt totally like a loser for not being able to make
it out myself) I am eager to live by it so that I too can allow myself that
extra cookie because <b>YOLO</b>! Or buy
those super expensive but SO pretty<a href="http://www.blackeyewear.com/product/round-2/wes-s/" target="_blank"> sunglasses</a> because <b>YOLO</b>! Or those Manhattan heel fully fashioned stockings because….you
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got the money put away for that yet, but I do have a massage appointment at 11,
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Christopher and I took the chance to clean out our wardrobes (make space for more) to sell at the vintage market at Sugar Hill and after the market we headed out to dinner at a close by Italian restaurant. If you think we're particularly handsome in the photo above it must be because of our vintage ties (Christopher's a collector and kindly lended both Åsa and me a tie each; Lars had is own.) I'd gladly wear ties more often, it's just difficult finding good button down shirts for them, in good ladies sizes. The search goes on!</div>
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For the full four days of vacation I was planning to harvest a bunch of dandelion leaves (to make Kimchi), and a heap of nettles and ground elder leaves to blanche and freeze in little cubes.* Did I manange to do any of that? No. Instead I lounged on the balcony, went on a mini road trip that planted us in a strange industrial area and to the place abandoned bikes go to die (or in a best case scenario get a second life) and spent time with my darlin' and our friends. We barbecued for the first time this year (Chuck steak, bacon wrapped asparagus, roasted red bell peppers and grilled garlic, oh maan, delish!) and had one too many waffles/pancakes at Sandra's birthday pancake-bonanza. We had deliscious fika (several times!). We met Madelin's new kittens (O - MY - GOSH!! Cuteness overload!). We biked in the sunset I also repotted some of my plants and have moved out almost all the crops that need to be outside to the balcony. We watched several bad movies (I have a thing for 80s movies. I think they are my favorite genre, really) and generally staycationed real good.</div>
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Now I'm back at work, busy as ever but with a super important steering group meeting behind me where I got approval for our project plan go ahead! YAY!<br />
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*I'm planning on doing a post on edible weeds, if that would be interesting at all. It is my newest obsession! Free yummies for all!<br />
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**Photos are all from either my or Christopher's Instagram (he's @banjodjango)</div>
a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-16271878391202391422013-05-03T15:36:00.002+02:002013-05-03T15:36:27.040+02:00Post-film funny walks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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May 1st is Labour Day in Sweden. It's a national holiday here and we were luckily granted with amazing sunshine and fair weather.</div>
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<a href="http://miriamskafferep.com/" target="_blank">Miriam</a>, Christopher, Mira (who took the great photo above) and I went and saw the 40's classic "Swing it, Magistern!" at the <a href="http://www.sfi.se/Cinemateket/Stad/Stockholm/" target="_blank">Stockholm Cinemathéque</a>. We are all great fans of the movie’s shining star Alice ”Babs”
Nilsson who was a famous jazz singer in the mid-1900s. It is a fabulous little
film, made in 1940, and despite having seen it before, there were so many new
things to notice ranging from amazing clothes to fun and quick dialogue. If you
get a chance, go watch it! It really is a darling little gem in Swedish film
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You know that feeling when people compliment you on your great make up and really it’s just yesterday’s make up that you were too lazy to wash off? Or when your dinner guests ooh and aah over the meaty deliciousness of the consommé when really it’s just a meat bouillon cube dissolved in hot water? Got that feeling? Yeah, that’s a little bit how I feel about this recipe for homemade mango frozen yoghurt. I’m almost ashamed of how easy it is.<br />
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But really it’s so brilliant because it is so simple and you can easily change it around to suit your specific preferences (some like it sweet, some like it tart as hell). The way I do it is I pair approximately the same about of Greek style yoghurt* with frozen mango (cut in small cubes), add a dollop of Lyle’s Golden syrup and if I’m lucky a little splash of full cream and then I mix it with my wand mixer until smooth, and voilà! Creamy, delicious, easy and totally fulfilling homemade mango frozen yoghurt. I added some vanilla powder for good measure, but really it’s equally good without. Now go and experiment with other frozen fruit and berries!</div>
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3 deciliters frozen mango (cubed, they usually come that way in the frozen section)<o:p></o:p></div>
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*On the matter of Greek Style Yoghurt: In Sweden we have Greek style and Turkish style 10% yoghurt and of those two the Greek one is better for this recipe. But if you don't have those two options to choose from what you want to look for is a 10% yoghurt that is a little bit "stringy" when you spoon it out of its package (it should be kind of like clotted cream in consistency). If it's too compact it's not the preferable kind, but it still works! </div>
a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-24410484255553373092013-05-01T10:00:00.000+02:002013-05-01T10:00:13.747+02:00My violin story: Callused fingers and chin-rest marks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I started playing the violin at the tender age of five. My first violin teacher was a rather corpulent lady called Barbara whose house smelled of cats (in the bad way). My second violin teacher was Russian and firm but very loving. I stayed with her all through elementary school and middle school, playing concerts, touring, competing, and practicing, practicing, practicing. Success was partly measured in how hard the calluses on my fingertips were and how prominent the tell-tale permanent mark on my neck from where the chin rest would rub against my skin. Those were beautiful times of simple measurable successes.
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And then…high school came…and suddenly, in my quest for self-expression,
contextual art, music theatre, fashion design and independent pop & rock,
(and let’s be honest: partying, girls&boys, making out, etc) became more
interesting than practicing the violin 3-4 hours a day. And so it was that I
meandered off the beaten life path of Professional Violinist and through twists
and turns in life ended up as an HR Specialist. How’s that for change of
domain?</div>
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Luckily for me, those thousands of hours of practicing
made a lot of the stuff stick irrevocably, allowing me to still pick up the
violin and make pretty noises with it. And further luck has allowed me to play my violin in all kinds of different, unexpected constellations: in theatre, in performance art, on TV-commercials, with bands, etc. My fingers may be slower and not as
callused as they used to be, my neck-mark is almost invisible (but only almost),
and truthfully, I’m not always entirely on pitch all of the time. But it is
truly a gift, as invaluable as ever, to be able to connect with that extra limb of
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a.h.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18260949553781658835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425963278713892320.post-40535811053348645842013-04-30T17:00:00.000+02:002013-04-30T17:00:07.296+02:00Fenomenal Klubb went to Sea<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This last Saturday my band Jannes Fenomenala Orkester (Janne's Phenomenal Orchestra) performed at the season finale of our club: Fenomenal Klubb (Phenomenal Club (I didn't really need to translate that, did I?)). Here are some pictures from the evening (if nothing is mentioned, all the photos are taken from our<a href="https://www.facebook.com/jannesfenomenalaorkester" target="_blank"> Facebook site</a>):<br />
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If you want to hear something mind-bogglingly beautiful listen to our version of<i> E Lucevan Estelle</i> (from the opera Tosca), with Conny Thimander singing, <a href="https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?ui=2&ik=11e09f633a&view=att&th=13e1a2105d18b1cd&attid=0.1.1&disp=safe&zw" target="_blank">HERE</a>. It's a rehearsal recording so the quality is not quite up to par, but it gives you an idea and it gives me the shivers. In the most fabulous way.<br />
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