I didn't listen, therefor I could hear it

On my way home from a photo exhibition, with amongst other the wonderful Parisian Yann Audic, I first made a pit stop at the usual place, also known as Tjingeling, but no one i knew was there. I did see a guy that i know as "the fantastic hip hop dancer" walk down the street when i left the place, but since i don't know him, i didn't say anything, just sent him a smile for which i recieved no response.
Already in the stairs on my way out of Tjingeling I put in the earphones for my iPod and klicked my way to Jose Gonzales. After that i headed for woolworth seeing that i needed some food and i had run out of my favorite morning juice.

When the shopping was done, and still with Gonzales in my ears I started my walk home. All of a sudden my bubble broke and i could hear a voice and song that didn't match with what Jose was singing. I took out one of the earphones and started listeing. It was the man in front of me, the man in the black jacket with a single yellow stripe running down each sleeve, he was the on singing. And what a voice. Didn't get one single word he was saying, it was in some asian language, buti didn't care, it was beautiful, and i didn't want him to stop. He didn't, he continued singing while we were standing at the red light, i continued listening, but then we crossed the street, and there out common path ended.

 He went to the right, i went to the left, but first after i had thanked him for the song. I believe he got a bit shy, i might have broken his bubble, just as he had broken mine.
After that song, i decided not to start the ipod again, but just to listen.
Most of the time this is the state i'm in, i walk around listening to things around me. Sometimes it's the birds, sometimes it conversations, sometimes it's cars, sometimes it's all at once. This evening it was the last one, this evening it was everything.
It is nice with a break from all the confusion at times, turn on the music and step in to ones own little sphere. It's needed as to be able to enjoy the chaos when you  decide to take it on, and who knows, mabe even try to get some structure and make sense of it all. I, myself, have never managed to structure it, nor managed to find the sense, but i doesn't mean that i find it less delightful.

Anyways, time for me to get to bed, i'm rather tired, have to try ti finish a model tomorrow, and i still want to read a bit of Muriel Barbery's book "The elegance of the hedgehog"
Don't seem to be able to get enough of that book, even though it's  a fiction, and i'm normally in to non-fictions

Good night
M

How Innovations from Developing Nations Trickle-Up to the West

http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/133/as-the-world-turns.html

Very interesting article!

- 8 -

Garbage Terrorism

Been walking around here in Sydney, looking up in the sky, studying buildings, people and everything else that gives me a reason to lay my eyes on things in a safe perimeter away from the ground.

As you probably noticed after 9/11 most countries removed the trashcans from the metro, train and airports due to "terrorism" threats. They also chose  to take away many of the trashcans in the city. This has not only become a constant reminder of 9/11 and that a terrorist "might strike at any moment" (which most of us don't find it likely, but we do know that it can happen, and that is most likely to be in the bigger cities). Anyways, not being able to see a place to dispose whatever we might need to get out of our hands has left us with much more then just a reminder of what might happen(...), it has resulted in a much much dirtier environment.

Non of us what's to step over old McDonald bags, nor crisscross between newly spit gum, or anything else that belongs in one of those green, metallic containers, but still the city doesn't seem to find it big enough of a problem to add some more on to our sidewalks.

Are they really that afraid of what might happen, or are they just not capable of seeing how it looks all around us, or are they so used to it that they have stopped caring?

People feel better in cleaner cities, and the likability that someone would through something on the ground get smaller when a trashcan is close and the streets are clean. Or am I mistaken, are we just a dirty bunch in general?

Ghayath Almadhoun - in english

Just received the English translation for all you non-swedes out there

We, who are strewn about in fragments, whose flesh flies through the air like raindrops, offer our profound apologies to everyone in this civilized world, men, women and children, because we have unintentionally appeared in their peaceful homes without asking permission. 

We apologies for stamping our severed body parts into their snow-white memory, because we have violated the image of the normal, whole human being in their eyes, because we have had the impertinence to leap suddenly on to news bulletins and the pages of the internet and the press, naked except for our blood and charred remains. 

We apologize to all those who did not have the courage to look directly at our injuries for fear they would be too horrified, and to those unable to finish their evening meals after they had unexpectedly seen fresh images of us on television. 

We apologize for the suffering we caused to all who saw us like that, unembellished, with no attempt having been made to put us back together or reassemble our remains before we appeared on their screens. 

We also apologize to the Israeli soldiers who took the trouble to press the buttons in their aircraft and tanks to blow us to pieces, and we are sorry for how hideous we looked after they aimed their shells and bombs straight at our soft heads, and for the hours they are now going to spend in psychiatrists’ clinics, trying to become human again, like they were before our transformation into repulsive body parts that pursue them whenever they try to sleep. 

We are the things you have seen on your screens and in the press, and if you made an effort to fit the pieces together, like a jigsaw, you would get a clear picture of us, so clear that you would be unable to do a thing.

Ghayath Almadhoun

Just read an article about Ghayath Almadhoun, a journalist and poet born in Syria, now living in Swede. I can't find the words right now, so here comes one of his poems. I was considering doing a google translate on it, but i believe it will mess it up too much, so here it comes, only in Swedish.

VI

Vi som sprids omkring som splitter, som regnar omkring som slamsor, vi ber så hemskt mycket om ursäkt

inför denna civiliserade värld, enskilt, individ för individ, män, kvinnor, barn, för att vi helt oavsiktligt

dykt upp i era trygga hem utan tillstånd. Vi ber om ursäkt för de avtryck som våra inälvor lämnat i era


snövita minnen och för att vi gjort repor på bilden av den perfekta och naturliga människan i era ögon.


Skamlöst har vi hoppat rakt in i nyhetssändningarna och dykt upp på internet- och tidningssidorna,


nakna så när som på vårt blod och våra förkolnade lik. Vi ber alla som inte vågat titta direkt på våra


sår för att inte drabbas av illamående om ursäkt, alla som inte kunnat avsluta sin kvällsmat efter att ha

överraskats av vår nyskördade bild på teve; vi ber om förlåtelse för det lidande som vi orsakat alla er

som har sett oss på detta sätt, osminkade rester och stycken

som inte sytts ihop eller plockats upp innan

vi visade oss på skärmen. Vi ber även de israeliska soldaterna om ursäkt, de som hade det besvärliga

uppdraget att trycka på avtryckarna i sina flygplan och tanks för att spränga oss i bitar. Förlåt oss för

den otäcka bild som vi blev efter att ni siktat rakt på våra mjuka huvuden och förlåt oss för alla timmar

som ni nu måste tillbringa på psykiatriska kliniker för att åter bli de människor ni var innan ni förvandlade

oss till vidriga kroppsdelar som förföljer er när ni ska sova. Ja, vi är de saker som sågs på skärmen och

i pressen, och om ni anstränger er hårt för att samla ihop resterna som i ett pussel kommer ni att få en

klar bild av oss, så klar att ni aldrig kommer att kunna göra någonting mer.

Ghayath Almadhoun,

- 7 -

It's on the ground, I'm one of them

I prove myself wrong every day, just through seeing the homeless in the eyes and acknowledge that they are there and human. Most people just pretend like they are a bad breeze of air that you need to put behind you as fast as possible. Don't understand that way of thinking. I just look them in the eyes and smile, but then again, i smile towards most people i meet. Sometimes a get a confused smile back, sometimes the eyes looking back at me are just as cold as the pavement they are walking on. 

But today I have been upset with my own behavior way too many time for my own good. I walked passed a sign that had fallen to the ground during the mornings rush hour. I figured I would look weird if i picked it up. Then i figured that I didn't care if I looked weird or not, but by that time i had passed it, and would have to turn back, pick it up,  do a u-turn and then go to work. I figured i was to lazy to do so, and i don't like when I'm lazy. 

Then came the McDonalds paper bag that someone had just gotten rid of in the midst of the rush hour on my way to Darlinghurst. Should I pic it up? Or shouldn't I? I should! Where is the closest trashcan? I can't see one. Should I pic it up and walk around with it? 

Too late, my long legs swept me passed the trash, and my mind was to slow to react... Have to work on that. Making up my mind.

For some people passing garbage on the street, or walking pass things in the super market that has fallen down, or ignoring the smoke from a garbage bin on fire, is a very small thing, they just don't care. They pass it without even thinking twice about it. Then again, some people seem to pass most things without thinking twice, or even think of it at all. I wonder what these people see the beauty that comes with seeing the ugly? And of course i wonder if they see at all, or if they just blindly walk through life wondering what all the fuss is about?

It would be nice to come with some nice deep insight at this point, but nothing comes to me. Just all these questions regarding what is going on in there minds, and what does it take to get them to open their minds and really see. 

I've try doing so with smiles and small gestures every day. But it seems like many of the grownups have closed down, while the younger ones are still open for it. I've had so many reactions from kids, just through walking on the streets with a small smile on my lips, even more so today, a rainy day that i felt was in need of red lips.

So i wonder what it is that makes people go from being open to closed, if there is any space in between that is in the middle, where one might be able to catch them and get them to stay open?

I either most have been one of the lucky ones who have stayed open, or one of the really lucky ones who was caught in my middle phase, or one of the really really lucky ones who was reopened.

No mater what, I do hope that I am truly open, and that I will remain so for the rest of my days. I like it. Sure, it makes me sad quite often, but it often makes me so extremely happy that it sometimes feel like i'm walking around on clouds.

How can we catch people before they close, and how can we reopen the ones that have already closed for the day? 

I'm trying to start a chain reaction through smiling. I know it's not much but i do hope on making peoples days just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better, and that they in their turn will make someone else's day just a little bit better.....

^-^ 





If I manage to be a part of the chain-reaction of smiles, is there any chance to start a chain-reaction when it comes to others things, like cleaning up the city? If not, what does it take to do so?

- 6 -

Cause and effect

They are not even creeping, they are all up for full frontal attach. I'm talking about the cockroaches, they are everywhere. No mater how much I try to keep the place clean, they just won't let it be. Running up the walls like it's the most natural thing on earth.

My flatmate has decided to gett the exterminator over here, cause the problem isn't only the cockroaches, but also The Rat... Yes, we have a rat. It's living in the so called living room, which now is the storage room for tenants who left their stuff here when they moved. 

I'm trying to explain to him that killing the rat won't get rid of the problem, just temporarily get rid of the effect of the real problem, aka, the mess.

I hope with all my heart that he will understand my point and do something about it, but I'm not to sure his laziness will allow him to do so.

That brings me back to the question that I've been writing about earlier, What is causing this lack of respect towards others we can see on the street, and in our homes (no mater if we are willing to admit it or not, or if we even realize it)?

The people living here before don't seem to care about all the things they have left behind, but they care enough to get to much of a bad concision to throw it out themselves, but they can easily pass it on to us. And now that has left us with not only a room we can't use, but also with cockroaches and rat(s?). Thank you! You are all to kind? 

Is it this way of thinking of what is easy for us in the moment, and not in the long run, that is leading us into trouble?

Personal opinion: Yes!

How can we change it? A little at a time, step by step? Or, drastically, like here at my place, by calling the exterminator, and take away everything that doesn't belong to us? 

If we take to drastic measures, we have to realize that the problem that was once ours will become some else, and that it will have it's own effect no mater if that effect is effecting us or not.

Always this -Cause and Effect-, but it is one of those things we can't get away from. The only thing we can do is sort it as well as we can, and hope that by doing that the impact will lessen little by little.

And we have to keep in mind that by doing nothing we at some point will loose control, and that will only cause more of an ripple then if we do something about it now!

- 5 -

 Definition of HOME

According to Dictionary.com

[hohm] Show IPA noun, adjective, adverb, verb, homed, hom·ing.

–noun

1. a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.

2. the place in which one's domestic affections are centered.

3. an institution for the homeless, sick, etc.: a nursing home.

4. the dwelling place or retreat of an animal.

5. the place or region where something is native or most common.

6. any place of residence or refuge: a heavenly home.

7. a person's native place or own country.

8.(in games) the destination or goal.

9. a principal base of operations or activities: The new stadium will be the home of the local football team.

10. Baseball . home plate.

11. Lacrosse . one of three attack positions nearest the opposing goal.

–adjective

12. of, pertaining to, or connected with one's home or country; domestic: home products.

13. principal or main: the corporation's home office.

14. reaching the mark aimed at: a home thrust.

15. Sports . played in a ball park, arena, or the like, that is or is assumed to be the center of operations of a team: The pitcher didn't lose a single home game all season. Compare away ( def. 11 ) .

–adverb

16. to, toward, or at home: to go home.

17. deep; to the heart: The truth of the accusation struck home.

18. to the mark or point aimed at: He drove the point home.

19. Nautical .

  a. into the position desired; perfectly or to the greatest possible extent: sails sheeted home.

  b. in the proper, stowed position: The anchor is home.

  c. toward its vessel: to bring the anchor home.

–verb (used without object)

20. to go or return home.

21. (of guided missiles, aircraft, etc.) to proceed, esp. under control of an automatic aiming mechanism, toward a specified target, as a plane, missile, or location (often fol. by in on ): The missile homed in on the target.

22. to navigate toward a point by means of coordinates other than those given by altitudes.

23. to have a home where specified; reside.

–verb (used with object)

24. to bring or send home.

25. to provide with a home.

26. to direct, esp. under control of an automatic aiming device, toward an airport, target, etc.

—Idioms

27. at home,

   a. in one's own house or place of residence.

   b. in one's own town or country.

   c. prepared or willing to receive social visits: Tell him I'm not at home. We are always at home to her.

   d. in a situation familiar to one; at ease: She has a way of making everyone feel at home.

   e.  well-informed; proficient: to be at home in the classics.

   f. played in one's hometown or on one's own grounds: The Yankees played two games at home and one away.

28. bring home to, to make evident to; clarify or emphasize for: The irrevocability of her decision was brought home to her.

29. home and dry, British Informal . having safely achieved one's goal.

30. home free,

   a. assured of finishing, accomplishing, succeeding, etc.: If we can finish more than half the work today, we'll be home free.

   b. certain to be successfully finished, accomplished, secured, etc.: With most of the voters supporting it, the new law is home free.

31. write home about, to comment especially on; remark on: The town was nothing to write home about. His cooking is really something to write home about.

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Origin:
bef. 900;  ME hom,  OE hām  (n. and adv.); c. D heim,  ON heimr,  Dan hjem,  Sw hem,  G Heim  home, Goth haims  village; akin to haunt

—Related forms

min·i·home, noun

—Can be confused:  home, house (see synonym note at house).


—Synonyms
1.  abode, dwelling, habitation; domicile. See house. 2.  hearth, fireside. 3.  asylum.

According to Wikipedia.org

A home is a place of residence or refuge.^[1] It is usually a place in which an individual or a family can rest and store personal property. Most modern-day households contain sanitary facilities and a means of preparing food. Animals have their own homes as well, either living in the wild or in a domesticated environment. As an alternative to the definition of "home" as a physical locale, home may be perceived to have no physical definition--instead, home may relate instead to a mental or emotional state of refuge or comfort.

There are certain cultures in which members lack permanent homes, such as with nomadic people.

Contents [hide] 1 Terminology 2 Psychological impact 3 See also 4 References

[edit] Terminology

Many wetlands are home to birds such as these Northern Shoveler ducks.

A houseboat on Lake Union in Seattle, Washington

The word "home" can be used for various types of residential community institutions in which people can live, such as nursing homes, group homes (orphanages for children, retirement homes for seniors, prisons for criminals, treatment facilities, etc.), and foster homes.

In computer terminology, a 'home' may refer to a starting view that branches off into other tasks, e.g. a homepage or a desktop. Many such home pages on the internet start with introductory information, recent news or events, and links to subpages. "Home" may also refer to a home directory which contains the personal files of a given user of the computer system.

[edit] Psychological impact

Since it can be said that humans are generally creatures of habit, the state of a person's home has been known to physiologically influence their behavior, emotions, and overall mental health.^{[citation needed]}

Some people may become homesick when they leave their home over an extended period of time. Sometimes homesickness can cause a person to feel actual symptoms of illness.

It has been argued that psychologically "The strongest sense of home commonly coincides geographically with a dwelling. Usually the sense of home attenuates as one moves away from that point, but it does not do so in a fixed or regular way."^[2] Furthermore, places like homes can trigger self-reflection, thoughts about who one is or used to be or who one might become. These types of reflections also occur in places where there is a collective historical identity, such as Gettysburg or Ground Zero.^[3]

In the past the mother was the person who ran the household. The house was a place for women's work more than anywhere else. However, in the modern sense, these duties are now shared between mother and father. In Western countries, the home has become a place for more equality in duties, the roles are shared and the burden of maintaining the household is a shared family responsibility.^[4]

According to Me

It's hard to define. I can feel as much at home in someone else house, as in my own, as in a cafe, as on a boat. For me home has to do with where a person feels comfortable to be him/her self. That often has to do with where one is at, but it can just as much have to do with who one is with. 

So in certain ways my home is where my friends are my family are, disregarding the space we are in. Or, just myself, if I am alone.

- 4 -

Just put it somewhere

There are days, when you loose faith in humanity, then there are days when things just seems right. Like today, I saw a business woman settling down on a bench, with her take away coffee in one hand, her briefcase beside her, to feed the pidgins. She looked so happy, in her own calm little bubble while the rest of the us rushed her by on our way to work. She managed to find her own space in a place where people almost stepped on her toes to get where they had to go.  I’ve never seen her before, even though I pass through that park almost every day (all depending on if I’m in the mood for the shortest way, or in the mood to explore the longer routs).
Of course I wonder how she lives, and how she behaves when she steps out of her own space and starts interacting with the crowd of the rush hour, but at the same time, I didn’t care. All i knew was that she looked calm and was smiling, while others looked stressed with cold faces, and that in turn made me smile.

I should have stopped and taken a picture, but I didn’t want to disturb her.

Anyway, after writing -3- I couldn’t stop thinking about the importance of our home. I guess that we used to have so few things that the building containing it was our main priority, while now we have so many things that we have to get bigger homes just to fitt it all.
Storage, it’s all about storage. Even though a thing is broken, there seems to be a lot of people who have trouble throwing it out, so it just gets put on a shelf or pressed into the garage or cellar.

When it comes to homes, I’m not saying that a happy home can’t be made of a badly planed space, or that a well planed space automatically leads to a well functioning family. What I am saying is that the possibility of getting a more social, and therefor happier family members, is bigger if we start planning our homes after what we actually need, and not what we automatically want.

We don’t need 1 bathroom per person, we don’t need 20m2 for our bedrooms, we don’t need specific play rooms for the kids. Of course, some people find it rather nice to be able to open up a door to a room full with toys and let their kids in there to play, but do they really need so many toys that they have to have special storage containers and shelf systems to be able to fit them all?

This fascination with toys (read “things), do definitely don’t stop when we turn “mature”. There is a saying for it -The toys just get bigger and more expensive the older the boys get- and it’s very true indeed. At the moment I’m enjoying my dear Mac, and the guy on the street is entering his pimped out ride. But the fact is that as fast as the next generation comes, we will probably start striving for it, and it starts with kids and their barbies and dinosaurs. 

So yet again, if we design homes with less abundant storage, will that help us stay away from getting so much junk, and make us take conscious decisions of what should stay and what should go, what to get, and what we can do without?

Chapeter 3

I’VE BEEN A BAD BAD GIRL

Unfortunately not in the amusing sense of the word, more i the way that gives me a bad concision for not getting enough important things done, such as applying for scholarships and getting things in order for my semester in Milan

Saturday 2.oct.2010

I know I know I know, I should not bitch about uni, but that is just what I am about to do!
You see, one of the teachers that have to agree to my so-called “Plan of study” regarding my 2 years at the master, is disagreeing with it. And without her consent I can’t go on exchange to Milan.
I see where she’s coming from, but at the same time I have no intention what so ever to go back to Aarhus before the start of my 5th year. Not only am I looking forward to study at Politecnico, I’m also looking forward to studying the way they study and learn la lingua di architecture in italiano (aka, the Italian architecture language). Not as much when it comes to their way of designing, then I see the Scandinavian language as being more suitable for me, but when it comes to the actual spoken language. I want to learn how to properly speak, understand and explain architecture in Italian.
She on the other hand wants me to go back to AAA and get tools for my 5th and final year.
My question is, if I haven’t manage to get most of those tools during my bachelor, how do they suppose that I get it in 1 semester?

I learn so much each day I’m working at Terroir, everything from basic things such as thoughts about layout and design process to problem solving at construction sights (my ears are as big as Dumbo’s when I’m sitting in the office, working on models and colourpaletts). I wish that I could continue to work as an intern, and it being a part of my education, for 1 entire year. Just think about how much I would learn, compare to 1 year in a studio at AAA!
It might be absolutely wonderful, almost like an evening at the castle (Cinderella)!

Otherwise not to much going on. Seeing that i live in a suburb, 1 hours train ride from the heart of Sydney, I’m not as social as I normally am. I’m not going to cafe’s everyday, even though I have found a new favorite one, Gertrude’s and Alice in Bondi beach. The only thing about Bondi that I like so far. Otherwise it’s not my type of place.

They are in to body’s, running around in tight tang tops (or nothing on top at all), flexing their muscles and getting the “perfect” tan, I’m in to design and get rather revolted by their horrendous spandex fashion. So the wonderful little book cafe became my magical fantasy cave, full with treasures and tea (you get it in a teapot, with the most beautiful little mismatching cup and saucer) while there.

Haven’t been out partying for real yet. 1 month in this country and not one single night with mayhem, not even a little. Think we are going in to the city for some concert tonight tough. Looking forward to that. Hopefully we won’t be home until the early hours of the Sunday morning... Have to dance, or I’ll loose my head, my pretty little (or Big, depending who you ask) head!

- 3 -

The importance of home

The more pictures I look at, the more I think about how important the home is, but how it’s place in peoples lives has changed. Watching old photos one sees people proud standing in front of their home, showing it as an important part of the picture. It almost seems like it’s a part of the family, the big protector of the small humans.

Nowadays people are showing off more than the bare necessities, they are showing off their life and the home no longer is big a part of everyday life as it once was.
Now a days there only people are showing of their life more then their home, seeing that the home no longer has as big of an impact on your everyday life as it once had.

 Sure, it’s still of value, you home is your castle, but the likelihood of you shifting your home more than 2-3 times in a lifetime is rather big. Now it’s our things that are important. If the house is about to burn down, a lot of people would take their hard drive and whatever they can grab in the other hand and run.
But posing in front of our home, except for the poster of some American tv-show, is no longer in fashion.

Has the home become as expendable as our iPods? Is what is in it more important than the home itself? Is that why such a big part of today's population living in developed countries no longer take care of and value the place they live in? Is a home so expendable that people just move when there are to many things in need of restoration?

Once again I can just look at where I live at the moment. The carpet it full of paint stains from the little girl, who lived here before, who liked to use it as drawing paper, and the same comes when you look at the walls.
If the parents don’t show any consideration of their home, why should she?
If this is the attitude she grows up with, that it really doesn’t mater, then why should she care about someone else’s things. And if she doesn’t have to care about someone else’s things, why should she care about the person who owns them?
Is our disregard for our own property a part of the pattern of our disregard for people?
Sure, that was an easy way to put it, but think about it: Does the lack of respect of the individual comes from lack of respect of our homes and things?

Chapter 2

FOR THE FIRST TIME

 The beginning of my Sydney part of my life. What occured from the day of my arrival monday August 30st (5.30 am) til today, saturday september 4th

I wish I could say “So far so good”, but no no, yesterday I fell over like the amazon I am and managed to bruise both my knees, and get one of those nice big uneven, deep cuts in my right knee. I happens to be one of those cuts that you only can get from falling and sliding on gravel. Didn’t look all that bad when I look at it after the first shock had passed, but then, ripping my stockings as to be able to get a better overview of exactly what i needed to get from the pharmacist, I realised that it was deeper then one could see at first glance.
Damned it, don’t have time for this, have to be a good Play Boy bunny at this evenings birthday party. Now I’ll just have to go as “The Wounded Bunny”. Sure, I believe i will stick out quite a bit walking around with ripped stockings and a nice big white plaster over the knee, but it wasn’t exactly what i was aiming for. Specially seeing that that tonight will be the first time I meet a lot of The Boys friends.

So, now when i have brought up The Boys, I not only have to, but I want to tell you all about my impression of them so far. The Boys, also known as Aaron and Justin and their sidekick Tye the Dog, stole my heart away from the first second I met them. They were a bit late to pick me up from the airport (which was kind of good seeing that it gave me a chance to go to the ladies, brush my teeth and freshen up in general. 31 hours on planes and airports has a tendency to make one feel more then just a bit dirty). But when they finally did arrive they showed me a side that felt so genuine that it was impossible not to adore them. Justin with his amazing smile and self distant, knowing that his sense of direction is more then just a bit out of order, and Aaron trying to guide Justin through the airport jungle, on to the highway and home, and doing so forgetting to pronounce the words clearly “hearable” in his mind. Yes, he has a tendency to mumble, thinking that he has made himself understood.

From that first moment at the airport till now there has been no problems, so now I’m just enjoying this little family bliss in anticipation for their arrival. The thing is that they might never arrive, at least not if I’m as lucky as I was living with Berit and Peter in Aarhus. There the family bliss just continued for 1 1/2 years, without as much as a row.

My first impression of Terroir was just as good as the one with The Boys. Turning up one day to early (the 31st of august instead of 1st of sep) I found Tamara (the mane women of the office) sitting on the floor awaiting both the locksmith and Jannis the German (the other intern) who was out getting some coffee. She just sat there, calmly writing an e-mail on her beloved iPhone. There was no anger nor irritation floating around in the air, just a calm understanding that the situation was at it was, and there was no point in getting all worked up about it. When the locksmith finally arrived, he was greeted with a smiles and kind words. That is the kind of people I like, as the KaosPilots might say “It’s a good mind set”, and I have to agree with that.