benkpress

Da jeg var på Elixia forrige lørdag og hadde løftet bare stanga i benkpress, var jeg så sliten etterpå at jeg ikke klarte å løfte den av meg igjen. Så jeg lå på ryggen en stund og kjempet med stanga som lå på magen min til en mann kom bort og sa: Trenger du hjelp? og løftet den av meg med én hånd.
Dét er en fordel med treningsstudioer, man trener alltid med en sterk mann ved sin side.

Movements

Some time ago I borrowed a book from Benedicte called Omon Ra by Victor Pelevin. And on one of the first pages I read something that struck me as true.
“When humans are very small (and maybe also in death?) they move in all directions at once, and it can therefore be said they don’t exist. It’s not before they gather around one movement they get what we call a personality”
(this is translated from the Norwegian sentence I only have in my memory, from what I read translated from Russian, so it’s not correct in any term)
And I’ve thought about it, that a personality is one movement or more, towards something new, something else, the same. I think my movement began in the red sofa, beside my uncle when he taught me how to read. I remember how intoxicating it was, how free and powerful I felt when I broke the code, when I understood the secret. It was only to put the sounds after each other, and there! by themselves they became words.
Most of what I’ve done afterwards have sprung out of that moment in the red sofa, of the freedom the words gave to me, the one who reads, who writes them. It was there that the movement in my personality began.

Food and sun

17th of May was wonderful. It’s been fifty years since last time 17th of May was this cold, it even snowed. But I took some of the best people with me to Nesodden where we cooked food. Afterwards we ate all we could, and then we laughed loudly. That was nice.

Tomorrow I’ll take a walk around Torshov instead of being at school. We’re doing our final assignment thing and I’ll take pictures for reference. I cross my fingers for sun.

Books and chocolate cakes

I bought this book because I’d been staring at it in the antiquarian bookshop for ages. And now it’s mine! Oh, look at it, it’s so beautiful!




We’re having a party today, so I’m making a chocolate cake soon, because that’s what I do before parties. Yay!

I blame the sun

Yesterday I suddenly and quite unexpectedly became a member of a gym. There was this man behind a stand, and there was so much sun, I had drunk coffee and the sun was in my eyes, it was everywhere, I just didn’t manage to say no!
So I went there today and tried out pilates because my physiotherapist says I should do that anyway, and it was ok.
Afterwards I ate waffles and chocolate ice for dinner, because that’s the sort of thing I can do now I’m all grown up.

Zombies and soup

Look at the soup I made entirely out of random things in the fridge!



I dreamt of zombies again last night. It's not a weekly happening anymore, but still more often than I would like. This time they gave me earrings and told me I played a vital part in their religion.

Thought

Sometimes I think about the fact that I can actually say things like: Once, when I was on the Trans Siberian Railway – I think we’d just passed the Chinese border, moving through the dry and grey brown mountains with the dust from Gobi still clinging to the windows and our skin – I met someone who told me my voice sounded exactly like Miranda July,” and it would all be true.