mr. sandman, you shyte

for those of you who've heard of my bed mistress, insomnia, this is hardly surprising but here is a mini essay i found on one of my favourite blogs, varieties of unreligious experience
it describes the experience in a sophisticated way ( i never could). there's also a quote from e.e. cummings, which i think carrie might enjoy.

oh, and don't get me wrong, i'm not at all gloomy about it. just resigned. the only thing that really worries me? the throngs of clever young kids with perfect sleeping patterns i have to compete with for a place in academia;-) mind you, they might be talented, but i'm bloody determined. so there you have it.

hope you're having a really enjoyable and calm long weekend.

k.

happy bday dad!

today is my father's birthday. he does not carry a gun and does not own a guitar.
though apparently during his mandatory army service he got up to all kinds of mischief...
that was before he met my mother.

k.

this is what happens to you after your telly has gone to heaven

oy vey, it's xmas!

just so you all don't think i'm permanently stuck in the hobbit hole waiting for the cab...
arrived safely. parental unit and sibling overjoyed. don't know what to do with all the food. preparations are continuing. will culminate in tonight's big supper. taking loads of pictures to share with you later.
must go. mother yelling for me to come back to the kitchen ("do you think you're on holiday or something?").

write and tell me your version of the above,

huging you in a xmasy way,
k.


ps. the weather is middle eastern, or else on holiday from cornwell.

kitchen secrets 1.2

i've spent the morning and early afternoon shopping for groceries with nisse and then making chanukkah crepes while listening to the rigoletto on the wireless.
i am soo weird.

and as always when i make holiday food my grandparents were on my mind.


still to come: "which dress to wear?!" and "the annual archaeology department xmas party extravaganza 2006".

k.

happy xmukkah!

as a treat to celebrate the first full day of chanukkah and the last shopping week before xmas enjoy this little latkeh/advent chocolate special!
:D

k.

"archeologia"

"Od nowa deszcz, panowie, migocace luski
na grzbiet katedry, oblaza ulice i ruch uliczny
przechodzi do krwi. A mury, mury wlasnie
odslaniaja dziasla i zrzuca siodma skore

miasto czterdziestu bankow, widac doskonale
z poprzednich sezonow niearyjskie sklepy,
jeszcze burmistrzowa przeglada sie w witrynie.
I niearyjskie bezwstydne sklepowe wydaja drobne,

prawie niewidoczne, i dworzec wciaz wlada
jezykami siedmiu demonow, ogniem, para, sadza,
a corka maszynisty puszcza do mnie oko,
az marszczy sie skora w niepublicznych miejscach.

I chociaz znowu deszcz, panowie, jest
przeciez szansa na cieple mieszkanko."

Tomasz Rozycki, 2000.

dzisiaj pakowalam ksiazki zeby zabrac z powrotem do rodzicow. wpadl mi w oko tom od ojca. nie wiadomo dlaczego skojarzyl mi sie z toba, f.;-)

k.

how i suprise myself sometimes

my last night's dream was about how apples came to be fruits of sin.
yeeaa...
someone's been reading too much weird crap before bed...

k.