Søndag

Sitter på kjøkkenet og venter på to brød. Fra stua låter det villt av skyting og sirener - Jaakko har fordypet seg i Half Life 2.
Undrer på om jeg skal male tåneglene mine blåsvarte igjen. Den glitrende lilla som sitter på er litt for snill akkurat nå, føler jeg.
Morgenen var herlig langsom. Nylaget kaffe og ristet brød med brisling på, DAB kanalen med gammeldags jazz som akkompagnement. Da vi ble lei av radioen (Pauline, vi har argon radio!) var det godt å være cellonerder. Daniil Shafran. Mmmm!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q35kApI6tK4

Tenker at jeg egentlig burde blogget om påskeferien i Helsinki, men det var så mye som skjedde - og likevel ikke så mye likevel. De morsomste episodene burde vært tatt opp på film, men det er sånt man tenker på i etterkant og da er det hele over. Fikk vært en del på familiemiddager, vennebesøk, sight-seeing både til fots og i trikk og buss, mämmi (smaker som en dessertutgave av maltblokker, med fløte på. Laktosefri vel å merke) og andre finske tradisjonelle varer.
Er litt glad for at Eyjafjällajökull ikke hadde utbrudd akkurat da, selv om det var utrolig fint å være der er det tross alt godt å komme tilbake til jobb. Apropos jobb, det er cellojurymøte på onsdag. Grøss og gru.
Håper og tror det går rette veien, første tilbakemelding var tross alt positiv - og siden det sier min egen magefølelse at alt har gått bedre. Har ikke lenger "ute av kroppen" følelsen så ofte, og hodet klikker heller ikke like mye. Føler meg rett og slett mye roligere. Forhåpentligvis blir det "normalt" igjen snart..

Hm... 20 minutter igjen til brødene er klare og allerede siver det bakstedufter ut av ovnen. Kanskje rekker jeg konserten til Barokkensemblet klokka 14. Hvis ikke får jeg komme meg opp til konserthuset og varmet opp før en øvelse på en Respighi-greie med en serbisk sanger klokka 18.
hihi, det kommer "Tonje, miss you" fra stua. Minner litt om Helene fra do. "Feeeeerdig!"
Nok av aliens og skumle maskerte menn for nå.
Ble ikke svarte tånegler i dag.

Homie girl...

eller kanskje ikke.

Tenkte jeg skulle lage boller.
Satte deig, gikk med Cissi og Jaakko på Sting og spiste middag der.
Kom hjem, trillet boller, stekte dem - og hadde prøvesmaking.

Ikke nok sukker!
Knurr.

konklusjon: lenge siden sist, ja.


Men spotify er supert. Har funnet så utrolig mye rart der i det siste. Og dessuten blitt LITT mere cellonerd enn før.
enda noe.

Marko Ylönen (cello) and Martti Rautio (piano) – Quadrille

Yeay!

Now I'm having a phone, and managed to put it up for mobile blogging.
Finally some pics again!!!
It feels better to put some pictures in here too, not only text.

This week I've not been at eaze. First week of my 2 weeks audition round 3. Horrible feeling!!!
Last night was the first concert of two with Bizet symphony and some musical highlights. The second principal player was next to me, and I know him quite well - so it made me all a bit more nervous than I would like to be.
Not fun.
Not at all.

But as Dad said, maybe it's a good sign. I was very disappointed with my audition too...

Quotation

Ma Jian is an exquisite writer. In his book "Red Dust" you can find millions of great sentences.
Like this one:

"...Kanksje er det sann, at nar menneskene mangler idealer, kan pengene bare kjope glemsel, og ikke frihet."

Lakrismjeltblåvinge!!

I was skimming through the news on net, and found this note:

Lakrismjeltblåvinge

This little butterfly was labeled extinct, something which made me very sad. Then you have all the other tragedies, like the run-away-bees (I've seen several yesterday, so I'm glad they're still around here up north), the wild orchids (someone deliberately murdered them!) and all the other poor creatures that suffer from our stupidity. This story made me smile - I'm sure nature will take it's revenge one day.

In mourning

I think someone has relieved me of my precious chinese tea. It was, presumably, in my luggage when I went from Oslo to Stavanger, but not there when I opened it at home. As I am known to forget things here and there, I didn't do anything about it because I thought it would be in my room at Mammas place. Now, back in Oslo, I don't see the brown box anywhere. I called Pauline, but she didn't find it either.
Then I finally called the airport and the company I flew with, and it all became even more mysterious.

MY TEA!!!

and it came from Maison des Trois Thés too. *snufs*

(the page is not yet there, but I hope it will come online soon!)

Earthquake?

As I was practising for yet another audition, I heard a noise which gave me a fright. It sounded like Grandma was pouring potatoes over her floor or dragging furniture around. The only problem with those theories is this: I can feel the floor vibrate!

Earthquake?

Nope, it's in the ground all right. It's explosions from the making of a new tunnel for double train tracks. Yeah.

The tunnel


Location: Mums kitchen
Mood: Slightly stressed
Eating: ----
Drinking: hmm... should have some water soon
Listening to: My own cello sound, trying to keep the intonation within the green light.

Friday the 13th

One can almost become superstitious when things like these happens on Friday the 13th:

-A clay avalange in Mid-Norway
-The woman behind the counter makes a mistake to put in a 0 too much on my bill. The shop doesn't have the card that makes them able to cancel the payment, and the BBS central doesn't pick up the phone
-The main shopping centre in Bhangladesh catches fire

but then again you don't get superstitious when it turns out that nobody got hurt in the avalange and the shop pays me back directly on my account (well, on monday). How it will end in Bhangladesh I don't know, but now nobody has been reported dead.