Try to update my blog with my pics here instead of on FB.
Tiny planet is a rather fun app. This was shot yesterday, on the rainy evening of the 3rd of October.
There will be some changes ahead, a lot of trying this and that and changing contents, names and genesis knows what. Found Tumblr which I thought seemed cool, let’s see how long this lasts. I got it to use for pic uploading only, it is much quicker and easier than this template… Here is the site meanwhile. Uploading is in progress…
http://latentlucia.tumblr.com/
there was a nice rainbow in the sky, but a bit difficult to capture on my iphone, so I did my best in editing out the colors. do you see it?
Tried to buy a new template to get this site in a better design, but turned out not to be right. Bummer. My gallery page disappeared in the tried-transfer and can’t get it back now. Bummer times two.
So here are some edits meanwhile of the Great Spaghetti Awakening:
why, yes, the above is also sghabetti, just a bit smooshed
‘Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.’ Steve Jobs
and more candy from him:
‘The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.’
‘Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.’
‘”If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.’
‘Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.’
and the best part:
‘No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.’
and his final message from the 70′s ‘The Whole Earth Catalog‘ final issue’s back cover:
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Love it. Now I am going to go see about what kind of foolish love I will find today. I hope a lot. Let’s pray to Mr Magic that I do.
a foolish accident that happened yesterday, dropped out all the spaghetti from the cupboard, they fell so quickly all at once and made this funny statue
connecting will be done in the above posts
I sit on an island, with my legs crossed and look towards the ocean. I can feel the sand that I am sitting on, smooth but dazzling of grains, although make no mistake I was never really comfortable at the beach. The air is warm and sunny yellow. I am looking at myself and try to point my focus to the right direction, and the only one I see fit, begins inside. But the wind is blowing smoothly around me giving me lots of fresh breaths.
I have my generations that stand behind and above me, to the side and at a distance, and I know they remain solid because their existence makes me warmer than the sun. Then me, who is trying to extend by making something that can be touched and visualized.
So, I run in order to grow new arms that I can use to run even further with.
At what speed does all the information accumulate, connect and change position while an apparently changing surrounding seems static? There are too many possible outcomes that cannot be predicted, so we give the complex a name. Meanwhile, I have to carry the cloud of life in my arms because it is mine. It has an air of mist, transparent puffiness like grey marshmallows. Yes, that is my life. Like a big, grey, transparent marshmallow that is devoid of crystal structure.
Oh, oH.
I have to make sure it doesn’t shrink. If I turn my head and point my eyes towards me, maybe I get a better look at what I am supposed to do? My eyes are brown, my hair is dark long and my body lean, thin and flexible not to mention soft and bendable. I have to accept the fact that the waves I am made of are just enclosed within a barrier in order to function due to this inadequate protrusion of a circulating universe.
Well, I would really like to see what it looks like in the world next to me, let’s say in the 8th dimension. I cannot understand how the origin of protein translation, let alone the determination of creating a complex system encoded by some acidic-dependent environment, crossed the space of time and determined to position it’s model at the right distance? Who decided carbons were to become acidic? Try to make something out of the fractions of knowledge (pftfttt?!) I succeeded to sponge so far. I think it is not enough, because it is NOT ENOUGH.
Trying to compact as much as I can into my tiny space, is not even relevant; it creates a lot of electrical activity in me right now. I need to rest for a while.
I can feel the rhythm now.
Donk a donk a konk a konk la leh al a….
Jag är ledsen Jesus but I made marshmallows.
(I am not happy with the look of my blog, and changes are upcoming but as in everything in my life: ‘Patience. It just takes a little bit longer time.’)
the making of marshmallows
small changes make a huge difference
the marshmallows now almost look like ice cubes
and now they look like ghosts – cute and fluffy ghosts?
and here come’s the recipe of these sweeties on Swedish, will update to English later
lägg ca 2.5msk gelatinpulver i 120ml vatten i blöt under tiden sockerblandning kokar.
Smörj en form med mycket neutral matolja. Smörj också slickepotten/skeden för att det inte ska bli klibbigt.
Mix:
4 dl strösocker
2 1/2 dl majssirap (eller vit sirap/ljus sirap eller glukos går bra)
1/4 tsk salt
120ml vatten
i en kastrull och koka upp, sedan på låg värme till 116 grader (ca). Jag har en godistermometer som är bra att ha för att kolla temperaturen. Det behöver nog koka 30min till 1hr.
Häll denna sockerblandningen i bunken med det upplösta gelatinet. Häll försiktigt
under tiden som du vispar med elvisp. Vispa i ca 15min tills massan är vit och tjock.
Tillsätt smak om du vill (1/2tsk pepparmintsextrakt, vaniljsocker etc) och vispa lite till.
Häll ordentligt med florsocker i den oljade formen. Häll i smeten i formen.
Om du vill ha lite röd marmormönster så droppa i lite röd karamellfärg och dra runt med en kniv i cirklar.
Låt stå i rumstemperatur över natten tills det torkat (eller minst 8 timmar).
Ta ur marshmallowsen ur formen och skär bitar med en oljad kniv
eller klipp bitar med en oljad sax. Rulla i florsocker.
Piece of cake! =)
(fr Botaniska, March 2012)
current status: there are no updates to speak about, no advances, no clear image lying ahead, no smooth path, no straight flow in front, no new sections, nope
all is TANGLED
Sorry guys, so many things happening in my life that I just can’t express it all. On a private level, herpes level, photographic level, running level and self-minded one. Oh, I have so many things I would like to say and write about many different things. Suck…means sigh in Swedish. I have a new salute btw: Katschoong! Kat + sch + oo + ng – ****
I have issues. With Photoshop or with myself or both perhaps. This is therapy, so relaxing and interesting to see how eyes get used to or trained when switching the colors back and forth creating new shapes really with the colors.
We love it a lot, me and Lucia.
Wow, I have really been online this Christmas, which was celebrated with my dad the two of us, because the rest of the family is in India, good for them!
Whatever. We also had very nice weather on the 24th. The sun was shining on all of us.
I have had my freezer full of these the last 17,864 weeks. Still not tired of eating them but getting a bit tired of making them though….The light and position and whatever didn’t really succeed here I think.
Oj, have to take out the new buns! These are really nice I think, tjohoo!
sometimes it is really good to have a camera in your hand though
both doggies were in the water and I was clicking and clicking
and clicking
splash
there are more from where these came from…