I just watched High-Rise because Tom Hiddleston. And there was this scene that blew me away. No actors talking, just this song and wordless acting. Goosebumps mixed with claustrophobia. So now it’s on repeat because apparently that’s how I do it.
…I surprise myself. Like when I push my way into a meeting with 2 directors and a manager (like don’t get me wrong, I should have been there to begin with cause it was about something which is in my “area of expertise”, but the manager tried to sneak it past me). This goes against everything I normally do, and still I just went “I want to join if you don’t mind”. Boom.
*pats own shoulder*
My favorite album with artists tends to be the one I hear first (exceptions exist, for example Sigur Rós’ Kveikur). Somehow I get attached to the songs and think “this is how this artist should sound!” Boring as it may sound. This works fine for groups like The Offspring or Bad Religion, where I may like an “odd” album as far as other fans are concerned but the main sound remains more or less the same, but it gets a bit tricker with more versatile artists.
This also means that I am hesitant to listen when artists release new albums, thinking I won’t like them as much and then that’ll somehow taint the image I have of their greatness. (Yeah I’m not saying this makes any kind of since). When it comes to Björk, the first album I heard was Homogenic (1997) and that has been my favorite since then. I still love it too, songs like Jóga, Unravel and Bachelorette are still brilliant. Only recently, in the flight home from my last trip, did I really give Vulnicura a chance. All the raving reviews weren’t wrong! So now there are two albums of Björk’s that I’ll listen to. Baby steps.
So let’s do this one again! This week’s Top Ten Tuesday from The Broke and the Bookish is titled “Top Ten Things Books Have Made Me Want To Do or Learn About After Reading Them”.
Eh. More like what books make me NOT want to do… But I shall try to get at least 5.
- Move! I’ve read books about Amsterdam and New York that made me want to just live there (mainly these ones by Russell Shorto).
- Run. Believe it or not. I obviously didn’t, but at one point I (for some reason I can’t fathom) read Scott Jurek’s Eat & Run.
- Experience the eras in Jane Austen’s books. But then you can just watch Austenland to be reminded that it was probably horrible. I like hot showers and internet, thank you very much. (Although do watch the movie – Keri Russell and JJ Feild!)
- Reading anything by Arnaldur Indriðason or Ylja Sigurðardóttir makes me want to go back to Iceland. I love and would marry Iceland if that was possible. Or, you know, just move there would also work and is less creepy. (Countdown – 3 months and a bit until I go there again!)
- Write! Some books make me wish I could write.
There’s no moderation when I like a song, I do like the Awkward Yeti‘s heart.
Right now that’s Linnea Olsson’s “What” and (still) Ásgeir.
Went to get coffee, ran into one of the consultants in the kitchen.
Me: guess what I saw in the cinema this weekend?
Consultant: Awh, I haven’t seen star trek yet.
Me: oh, no, me neither, I saw ghost busters!
Consultant: Oh you had to go see that now that the cast is all women?
So. I’m quite happy with his assumption that I’m a feminist geek. Then I informed him that he should also watch it.
So I saw Ghostbusters yesterday. As a full disclaimer I will start this off by saying that all the inane people (predominantly men) online who were giving it shit reviews before it was even released made me want to really like it. Plus, I mean, it has Kristen Wiig, Melissa McCarthy and Chris Hemsworth in it, how anyone can dislike that combination is beyond me.
And I was not disappointed! As the person I went with put it “Ghosts are a bit lame as bad guys, but that was the same in the first movies too.” Apart from that, very entertaining! I love pretty much everything Kristen Wiig does, and almighty Thor was great at playing bimbo. The cameos of the original ghostbusters was a nice bonus as well.
In the office we try to go for walks a few times a day (and with “we” I mean the others walk together and I walk with Spotify (my love!)). When returning from their walk my colleagues just went “Het is lekker warm!” (something like “It’s nice and warm!”). Yesterday it was around 28 degrees and I, surprisingly, survived without too much problems, but I had to skip my longer walk. Today? I’ll stay here by the air co thank you very much.
Ten Books Set Outside The US. This was actually a bit tricky for me since around 30% of what I read is from the US, and some of my favorite writers (Neal Stephenson! Mark Z. Danielewski!) are from there. I looked through my book-blog and found some books I remember as being good:
- Odinsbarn – Siri Pettersen. And I guess, just like Lisa, I’ll start off with a book which apparently hasn’t been translated into English (yet? It was so popular in both Norway and Sweden that this must be on someone’s list to promote abroad?). It’s probably YA, and there are trolls! They have tails and stuff. So I guess it falls under fantasy. Probably the best nordic YA I’ve read so far?
- Cirkeln – Mats Strandberg & Sara Bergmark Elfgren. I typed “definitely the best…” on the line above, then I remembered this book and then I wasn’t sure anymore. Teenage witches in rural Sweden. And this one’s actually been translated into English!
- I Wish Someone Were Waiting for me Somewhere – Anna Gavalda. This is a collection of short stories and it’s years since I read it, but I still remember it, and not only because of the sad/beautiful title. Translated from French.
- Handling the Undead – John Ajvide Lindqvist. I was going to say “Pappersväggar” (another collection of short stories) but apparently that one is not translated and I don’t want to be unreasonable. So there’s this one instead. It’s kind of like the zombie version of Let the Right One In.
- We, the Drowned – Carsten Jensen. It’s about boats? And a small island. And it’s pretty. That’s really what I remember about the book. I remember liking it. Translated from Danish (gotta spread the Nordic love!)
- Egalia’s Daughters – Gerd Brantenberg. This should be mandatory reading for every human. Translated from Norwegian.
- Congo: the Epic History of a People – David Van Reybrouck. The title says it all, right? It’s the story of Congo and its history. And it will make you hate some Belgians. Translated from Dutch/Flemish.
- Purge – Sofi Oksanen. Again a book I don’t have very strong memories from, but reading my own review it apparently blew me away as I read it. Translated from Finnish.
- Independent People – Halldór Laxness. This is a book mainly about sheep. BUT, it’s set in Iceland and gave them their only Nobel Price (as they like to point out, they have the most Nobel Prizes per capita…). Translated from Icelandic.
- Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth – Warsan Shire. A book of poetry? Recommended by me? Yeah, I know. But this is pretty much the only one. I ❤ Warsan. UK/Somali