Tori Amos is love (translated)

Translated from Mari Datura:

It’s now been five years since I discovered this wonderful lady, and I love introducing others to her. Here are some of my favourite songs (one from each album), and I hope you have the time to listen to them. Some of them are live versions, others recordings; I picked the one I liked best.

Little Earthquakes: Winter
When you gonna love you as much as I do?

Under The Pink: Bells For Her
Can’t stop loving
can’t stop what is on its way

Boys For Pele: Doughnut Song
And if I’m hanging on to your shade
I guess I’m way beyond the pale

From The Choirgirl Hotel: Spark
She’s convinced she could hold back a glacier
But she couldn’t keep baby alive

To Venus And Back: Datura
Get out of my garden

Scarlet’s Walk: Virginia
The thing that he loves
he will change
from her sunrise

The Beekeeper: Toast
I hear you laugh
and beg me not to dance

American Doll Posse: Beauty Of Speed
Smacked up side of the head
with the harsh of daylight
So simple last evening
The beauty of speed

Colourblind (translated)

I’m not sure I’ll be able to do this with every entry, but I thought it’d be an easy way to stop myself from blogging here completely.

Translated from Mari Datura:

This is a somewhat odd colour combination, that I can’t help loving. Long-sleeved top and jeans from H&M, shoes from Din Sko, and top from Ichi. The snow is from crystallised vapour in the atmosphere, and we’ve gotten tons of it lately.

Just so you know, I feel slightly embarrassed posing for my self-timer. I would however feel ten times as embarrassed if I had to ask Cecilie (whom I live with) to take the picture. She started wondering what I was doing, by the way, running up and down the stairs with my camera.

Now she’s playing this song, which is one of the most beautiful things I know:

Public service announcement, I guess

Hi, I haven’t fallen off the face of the planet.

Actually, my updating of this blog has always been slow, so no one probably noticed my absence.

Anyway. I’ve recently started blogging in my native tongue. And now I’m unsure whether I’ll be able to keep two blogs. Especially as I’ve discovered that I find it much easier to write in Norwegian than in English.

I’ll try, though, because I’m very fond of this blog.

My sense of humour sucks

Seen on campus:

They are flyers for the pharmacists’ analogue to Doctors Without Borders. I’m sure they do an awesome job, but that acronym never fails to make me giggle.