"Quote-Unquote"

I love quoting.
My favourites in the world of quotations are 1)the moral-despising, anti-religious, dance and art-loving Friederich Nietzsche and 2)the everlasting Shakespeare as well as the wise 3)Karen Blixen, Simone de Beauvoir and Coco Chanel. I also love the one-liners from materialistically orientated, surgically altered 93 year-old  Zsa-Zsa Gabor - queen of diamond-loving man-slapping exclamations.
Browsing quotation sites randomly today lead me to former President of the USA; Ronald Reagan.

I wonder if he ever spoke in anything BUT one-liners, knowing from his time in showbiz, that this was the direct way to success.
I randomly quote:
"Latinos are Republican. They just don't know it yet" 
How do you tell a communist? Well, it's someone who reads Marx and Lenin. And how do you tell an anti-Communist? It's someone who understands Marx and Lenin"
Eh, ok... 
Being President takes many waking hours but...
"I never drink coffee at lunch. I find it keeps me awake for the afternoon" 
and
"No matter what time it is, wake me, even if it's in the middle of a Cabinet meeting"
All that sleep seems good for the mind, since he demonstrates a profound understanding of peace making:
"Peace is not the absence of conflict, it is the ability to handle conflict by peaceful means"
but the following leaves me wondering what Reagan's concept of peaceful means is:
"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat "
"We should declare war on North Vietnam. We could pave the whole country and put parking strips on it, and still be home by Christmas"
Concluding in his own words that
'2Politics is not a bad profession. If you succeed there are many rewards, if you disgrace yourself you can always write a book" 
I can only say that these quotations seem plenty enough for a book. Only too bad that he's too dead to write it...

What a Girl Wants (greed from a feminine perspective)

In my world, there is no such thing as a Must-Have. There are only I-Needs. For example, I NEED ballet flats. How great it would be to have a pair for every day of the week from the new collection by Lanvin

and as extras a couple of ballerinas from Repetto. Esp. the nude veg. leather and the black ones with sequins.

I also NEED this jacket from acne. It's even on sale!
To go with that I'd have
These delicious silk pants from dosa @ Lubarol. Fairtrade and all (although I think 2100 dkr is not that fair).
In order not be naked under the jacket, I'd have to wear a top. This would be perfect, right?

I don't need a bra, the silk on the body feels too great. But I do need a pair of undies. I'm a devotee of old-ladies Swiss quality brand Calida - their silk and wool blend is marvelous.

I might also want another pair of black baggy silk (are 2 pairs of silk trousers too much?) - these would be good. With this little tiger.

Whether you like it or not, I will from now on be publishing my wishes monthly. Just in case a fairy or something should drop by.

I'm not dead, I feel fine, I feel happyyyyyy

Hey there. It's been a mighty long time since this blog has had any new posts. So just to give a sign of life, here's one.

Many years ago, I used to be addicted to the Monty Python and the Holy Grail pc game. It's a classic - and the "best CD-Rom Game of 932 AD". But it's so old now that it no longer works on present systems (not on mine anyway). That brings me great grief, especially since I have not managed to find even bits of it on-line.

Besides going on a quest for the Holy Grail the game includes classics such as "spank the virgin", "burn the witch" and not least "drop dead" - a version of tetris, where you throw dead bodies into a mass grave.

But as a small comfort, a game called spamalot from the Monty P. lot is available here

Enjoy.

Adventure walk

I went for a walk with my friend Mia the other day.

It was a bright sunny autumn day out by Nokken in Copenhagen.

Sometimes, when we walk together, extraordinary things happen. Perhaps because she is an extraordinary friend.

Right there between two boulders we found this pile of shoes.

All the shoes were white sports shoes.

Not new but not very worn either.

All size 41-43.

All clean.

A very mysterious find indeed.

Havet og skønheden

HOW TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS - from a nearly-3-year-old's point of view

S (nearly 3) and his dad are looking out the window. Neighbour walks by with staggering little boy by her side (unknown age, but younger than S).

S: Dad, I want to push that boy
Dad: No but S, that's not nice.
S: Yes, I want to push him so that he trips and falls over. Then he will cry, and I will comfort him. Then he will be happy and like me a lot.

I want to live in a TENT!

SERIOUSLY!
We all live in these square houses, but who decided that everybody had to live in more or less a CUBE? Why can't we think a little more "out of the box" - literally?

Since I first visited Amsterdam - at age 5 - I've had a romantic dream of living in a houseboat. But apparently the dream hasn't been strong or sincere enough. Or else I'd be living in one now. Which I might have been - hadn't it been for my terrible tendency to sea-sickness.

I've recently started to feel claustrophopic confined inside this concrete-cage of four walls with a glass front at one end. A box stacked on top of another box with other boxes over it - forming all together one big box divided in smaller cells.
So I started searching my mind for memories of spaces which I had enjoyed.

TENT was what came to my mind.


As a child I've spent hundreds of nights in tents with all the other kids from our 'hood. I had agreed to sleep closest to the exit in order not to hurt the other kids so much with my violent nightly movement (some people are sleep-walkers. I'm a sleep-fighter it seems). Result: 5 kids cramped up at rear end of tent and me taking up the remaining 3/4 of the space...

But that was a stray thought.
Back to serious talk of alternative housing now.

I figured it would be nice to have a tent for a home.
Tents don't have to be like small triangular 2x1m with a faulty rain-cover types.
People have been living in tents for thousands of years all over the world.

What - you think the hunter-gatherers of the Stone Age all lived in caves? Well no. There were more people than could be housed in caves even back then. The rest of them lived in TENTS. And did they freeze to death there? I think not. If they had, neither of us would be here today...

It is a myth that tenting is too cold in the North European climate. In Mongolia where the majority of the population live in tents (Yurts/Gers/Ghers) the temperature easily drops to minus 20C during the night.
And the aboriginal Americans (also known as American Indians) of the prairies were erradicated by other means than cold from living in a teepee I tell you.

So - the logical thing for me to do was to conduct a search for tent-living information on my almighty oracle; the internet. The oracle informs me, that there are in fact communities dedicated to yurt living.

Yurt villages, yurt "enthusiasts", several D-I-Y yurt sites and books and even yurt web-shops. Unfortunately these communities are located on the utmost outskirts of the world seen from a Copenhagenoncentric point-of-view. California (of course), Mongolia (naturally) and - of all places - Tasmania. Closest community must be the UK, but still too remote for commuting daily if working in Cph...

There goes my luck in finding fellow tent-enthusiasts. Nobody to help me convince anybody that living in a tent all year is a good idea. From a comfort-point of view, as well as an echo-friendly one.
Imagine all the building material saved. All the Co2 saved from truckloads of brick and concrete NOT being driven back and forth and the money saved on repairing roads damaged from all the heavy transport. And all the space saved - even a big tent will always have a smaller circumference than a house because it's walls are thinner.

So my dear urbanized fellow human beings - let's start thinking out of the boX. And check below how nice living in a tent can be if you still don't believe me