The art of being sick.

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My dear roomie came home yesterday evening and looked at me as I was laying across our couch, staring bluntly into the ceiling. “Poor sweetie, you look like shit.” she said. Confirming what my body had been telling me all day.

Today I woke up without feeling any better, but with an urge to work from home. So I did. I think I’m just really bad at being sick, it’s not exciting enough.

Later on I spoke to a friend. “Real strength is being able to admit to weakness” she said. Cheesy but true. So I finally let my mother convince me that I would be better off with her in Malmö. It didn’t cure me but at least it’s warm in this room. There will be chicken soup. And I’m attending an interesting conference tomorrow.

It’s being broadcasted online as well so I promise not to go there. I might even rest a little. I think I have to learn this skill.. Seriously, what do people do when they are sick?

Unbearable

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Today is one of those days when you feel like your body is falling apart, along with your mind. And all you have for company is tea and blankets.

Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being is one of my favourite books that affected me tons when I read it three years ago. Let’s see what the movie will do to me.

Evil-minded

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I’m on my way back to Copenhagen now, with a short stop-over in Malmö.

I was in a UN-school in Gothenburg today, introducing the WFP in a beautiful auditorium together with lovely Janerose Alvers who used to receive school meals from WFP when she was in school in Kenya. The spotlights were preventing me from seeing my audience well which would have been much nicer but I had a really good time anyway and they were really great.

Also, I received the most awkward of emails today. It was a person I met at a conference once who ‘just wanted to tell me’ how evil I am, based on his deep understanding of behavioral psychology and human interaction. I never interacted with this person more than at that one point and with one email confirming my contact details. True story.

So I took a very evil-looking picture and now somebody who met me more than once maybe could confirm this accusation? Or should I start worrying?

Not much time left of my trainride.. time for contemplation and James Blake.

Yellow Forests and Sound

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I’m going to Gothenburg and I’m very happy to be sharing this trainride with my new headphones.

The frequencies that are audible for the human ear range between 20 and 20.000Hz, which is the excuse most headphone producers use for only covering that range of frequency response. However, what happens when you get hold of a pair of headphones that respond down to 5Hz, is that you can actually feel the music.

The pleasure of deep sound is a sweet priority of mine, and I’m on this train with my new love, Bersarin Quartett.


Bersarin Quartett – Oktober
Bersarin Quartett (2008)