Sunday, April 22, 2007

Shakespeare (and stuff)

I was surfing around a well-known torrenting site, for a reason forgotten, when I got the idea to do a search for one of my favourite shows, Slings and Arrows. And lo and behold, there I found all three seasons of it!

It's a really wonderful show, which you should check out if you have the possibility.

As I have mentioned before, one of the recurring events at the "local" library (it's like 20KM away...) is the sale of used books, dirt-cheap. This year I got a total of nine books; quite a few more than I had planned for since I was mainly looking at Iain Banks' The Bridge. But since it was three for one Euro, I also picked up Stanislaw Lem's Fiasco and Margaret Thatcher's book about her time as PM (yeah, I know).

Then I went to the library a while later, searching for books by a Japanese author, IIRC, and stumbled upon a table that I thought contained children's books, but in fact it contained fact-books and educational books: intriguing! So I had a good look and left with six books: Yrsa Stenius' Makten och Kvinnligheten ("The power and the femininity"), Swedish edition of Theodore Isaac Rubin's The Angry Book, Insight Guide: East Asia, Torsten Husén's Pedagogisk psykologi ("Pedagogical psychologi"), Swedish edition of Daniel Burstein's Yen! and finally a Swedish edition of Alexandre Dumas' Queen Margot.

Speaking of books, I recently relinquished a book from my own collection as a present for my cousin (since I hadn't bought anything and wouldn't know what he'd want were I to buy anything). The book in question was Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist, which has gotten much praise even though I found it relatively unremarkable myself. It was his 18th birthday, which we all know is something quite special (except in Japan, since the legal drinking age there is 20). Having decided it was best to take it easy, I went the whole evening on water and Coke. (Besides not having that much money to blow on drinks at the moment, the recovery-time from a night's drinking always seem to occupy a whole weekend.) But that didn't stop me from having fun as there was lots of dancing to be done.

In time, some pictures the party might surface.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Saturday feeling

There's something about going out after having also had something else on the schedule for the day that makes it seem like two separate days. It's like I would count only one event per day.

This usually throws off my perception of which day it is, and it gets even more obvious when I go out in the middle of the week, as was the case yesterday as I was invited to a small gathering followed by a visit to the highest located bar in town. When I've gone out in the past, it has most often been on the weekends, so I've had the odd feeling that it's Saturday or Sunday the whole day. (I kept expecting my brother to come home and checked the TV-schedule for when the usual Sunday-programing was on.)

I also got an opportunity to practice my Japanese as there was a Japanese exchange student there. It actually went pretty well, which was good, because talking is the one thing I think I feel most nervous about. I still had to use quite a lot of English; I think the end result was something like 70% English, 30% Japanese.

Another good thing about yesterday was that the dance-floor was wonderfully unpopulated (even though it was small). I was driving, which meant it took a while for me to loosen up, but I did, and dancing felt just as good as ever.

In my past I've often had situations where I was under quite a lot of stress due to the supression of the "fight or flight"-instinct. When I started going out I discovered that dancing was a great release for the pent-up ; so much that I came to see standing at the bar or chatting to friends merely what you while taking a break from dancing. Since dancing is so closely related to running, the connection was obvious.

I guess that this, in turn, is also the reason why I like DDR (the dancing game, not the German Democratic Republic).

The only bad thing was that I had had so much Coke (the soft drink, not the drug) that I couldn't sleep properly 'til around 7 AM...