How can you lock your daughter in a sound proof room in you cellar for 24 years and make 7 babies with her? This violates all sense and reason. I can't help myself reading about it, it is so macabre and so unbelievable. Imagine being the psychologist to do experiments on him, what happened? how can you become someone like that?
I read that he wanted to protect his daughter from drugs?!? By locking her in a basement and rape her, yeah good idea Mr Fritzl!
Written under a feeling of unrealness, tremendous disgust and empathy for the victims.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Lyrics and music
It is amazing how you can put on a song, and even though the singer never met you, but words to your thoughts. It is such a relief, after walking around with thoughts buzzing like a bees nest in your head not making any sense, and then all of a sudden a total stranger just says what you haven’t been able to.
Well that’s what happens when I downloaded (yes of course I download) Håkan Hellström, his lyrics are so exact especially on this last record (För sent för Edelweiss) and it is in one way sad that he doesn’t sing in English so that more people can enjoy him. On the other hand the fact that he sings in Swedish and stays true to his home town is a virtue in itself. There are so many musicians that sells them self to easy, and for what? 15 min of fame, is it really worth it?
Vad vet du om månljuset? What do you know about the moon light?
förrän du blivit sönderslagen under det... until you got beaten up under it…
Och vad vet du om gryningen? And what do you know about the day brake?
Förrän du mött varje morgon, med sömnlösa ögon... Until you meet every morning, with sleepless eyes
Vad vet du om solen? What do you know about the sun?
Förrän nån släckt alla ljusen... until someone turned out all the lights…
Och vad vet du om att inte vilja vakna längre? And what do you know about not wanting to wake up anymore?
Ni kommer få se er ungdom ruttna framför er... You will see your youth rot infront of you…
Well the beauty is not obvious in English I see that now.
Yesterday I went to this gig, a polish guy Tymon Tymański who apparently is a great guitar player (he was really good) He played, and played, and played and…I think he was playing for at least 2,5 maybe 3 hours. People sat down, went home, but he just continued. His sidekick was constantly cleaning his guitar and putting it down in its case, but Tymon just started playing another song and the sidekick had to get his guitar again. After 2 hours the sidekick gave up and just stood to the side watching Tymon. I can’t remember last time I saw such a joy for music; he couldn’t care less if he had any audience or not he just kept on playing.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
A true blond moment
I emailed my landlord the other day complaining about the phone (not cell phone); it was working sometimes and sometimes not. Since I’m a mama’s girl I need to have an open line for her to call on. Anyway he came here with all the equipment possible, he even had a glue gun (always wanted one of them, they are so cool). I explained the problem, and he just looked at me, unhooked the cable that went in to the thing on the wall and hooked it up to another thing on the wall just beside the first one. Hmm my English is quite limited when it comes to electronic things, but I hope you get the point.
I felt so ashamed and so blond, I just wanted to run to the hairdresser and dye my hair brown (like that would have helped), I tried to say something smart to even the stupidity out but nothing came to my mind. I’m just so stupid sometimes. Sad but true.
Once again no real influence to talk about or mention.
Toilet manner
It is obvious that different countries have different cultures. Going to Poland I was looking forward to see what would be different and what would be alike, what I wasn’t really anticipating was the big difference in toilet culture Poland had compared to Sweden. Normally in Sweden knocking at a door means kind off: Hi anybody there, can I come in?
Here people knock on the toilet door, first time I got so confused I didn’t know what to say and my mind just went on instinct.
Here people knock on the toilet door, first time I got so confused I didn’t know what to say and my mind just went on instinct.
- Yeah, öhh, come in…
Well luckily no one tried to get in. Now i find myself knocking on the toilet door to see if anyone is in there, the right thing to answer back to a knock is zajęty! (busy)
But the differences don’t stop there.
In Sweden we have a tendency to hit the big hole in the middle of the toilet; you know where you then flash down whatever you have done there. Well polish girls; I don’t know what’s up with them, but hitting the big hole in the middle of toilet seat seems to be very difficult (when it comes to pee), or maybe it is just not their thing. I don’t know I never had a problem hitting the hole; it must just be a cultural thing?
Written under no influence just confusion.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
7 +/- 2
Maybe you knew this already, but we humans are only capabel to hold 7 +/- 2 things in the head at the same time. That is in the working memory or short term memory.
7 things can be seven words, seven phone numbers, seven concepts etc. This finding implies or explains why it sometimes can be so hard to see situations from different perspectives. When you are in an emotional state and everything is going round and round in your head, then the brain “chooses” seven concepts, these all colored by which emotion you are in,
and often seven concepts is not enough to see the big picture.
I think it is a fantastic discovery.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Psychology students....
This is no news to me, but still it never stops to surprise me, having too much psychology students in one place is not sane.
Or rather few psychology students are sane. I thought it was a myth this whole “a psychology student likes psychology because there is something wrong with themselves”thing but there is so much truth in that, at least looking at my program. People are insane in such a high degree here that it constantly surprises me. I don’t really know what to do about it though. Ask me and I will tell you the most horrifying stories about people and their motives of being here. No wonder I start to question my own sanity here…
I should maybe stress that the weirdest ones on the psychology program are Swedes which brake my Swedish heart.
Written under the influence of a severe hangover and a sudden epiphany
Or rather few psychology students are sane. I thought it was a myth this whole “a psychology student likes psychology because there is something wrong with themselves”thing but there is so much truth in that, at least looking at my program. People are insane in such a high degree here that it constantly surprises me. I don’t really know what to do about it though. Ask me and I will tell you the most horrifying stories about people and their motives of being here. No wonder I start to question my own sanity here…
I should maybe stress that the weirdest ones on the psychology program are Swedes which brake my Swedish heart.
Written under the influence of a severe hangover and a sudden epiphany
Friday, April 11, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Addicted to crap
What is up with my obsession with gossip and reality TV?
I can’t stop, I just overindulge myself in it like a fat person binges chips. It doesn’t leave me satisfied after watching it, it doesn’t give me anything really except for a bad temper.
I realized after watching real world Australia (mtv.com) that all their arguing and back stabbing left me extremely superstitious, all of a sudden everyone around me was my enemy (who today use the word enemy about people in their surroundings?) I was way out of line, until I saw the final episode and everyone made up and hugged each other.
Ask me anything about a celebrity and I will tell you who they have made out with, what they have changed with a knife or injection or silicone, and how their children look like or will look like. I know it all.
Still I consider myself to be a fairly sophisticated person with integrity. Well where is that now?
I have for a while tried to explain my obsession with my interest in psychology. One of my favorite sociologists Zygmunt Bauman wrote a book about fame and big brother so for a while it felt ok to watch it.
But tonight it hit me (when I was watching Big Brother 8 and got really upset that Nick was voted off), I am fu**ing addicted. So as many addict before me have done I turn to the 12 steps and acknowledge “I admitted I were powerless over gossip and reality TV—that my life had become unmanageable.”
My name is A.T. and I’m an addict, so what now? I will still watch the new season of Real world Hollywood, duh!
Written under the influence of Big brother 8 http://www.watchtvsitcoms.com/bigbrother.php
I can’t stop, I just overindulge myself in it like a fat person binges chips. It doesn’t leave me satisfied after watching it, it doesn’t give me anything really except for a bad temper.
I realized after watching real world Australia (mtv.com) that all their arguing and back stabbing left me extremely superstitious, all of a sudden everyone around me was my enemy (who today use the word enemy about people in their surroundings?) I was way out of line, until I saw the final episode and everyone made up and hugged each other.
Ask me anything about a celebrity and I will tell you who they have made out with, what they have changed with a knife or injection or silicone, and how their children look like or will look like. I know it all.
Still I consider myself to be a fairly sophisticated person with integrity. Well where is that now?
I have for a while tried to explain my obsession with my interest in psychology. One of my favorite sociologists Zygmunt Bauman wrote a book about fame and big brother so for a while it felt ok to watch it.
But tonight it hit me (when I was watching Big Brother 8 and got really upset that Nick was voted off), I am fu**ing addicted. So as many addict before me have done I turn to the 12 steps and acknowledge “I admitted I were powerless over gossip and reality TV—that my life had become unmanageable.”
My name is A.T. and I’m an addict, so what now? I will still watch the new season of Real world Hollywood, duh!
Written under the influence of Big brother 8 http://www.watchtvsitcoms.com/bigbrother.php
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