Helheten er mer enn summen av delene
En vesentlig ingrediens i våre følelser er de oppfatningene vi har, og de vurderingene vi gjør i ulike situasjoner som oppstår. Å være “redd” er ikke en “naken” følelse uten intellektuelt innhold. Den springer ut fra vår oppfatning av situasjonen (at den er “truende”), av våre preferanser (ønske om at noe skal skje) koplet med en antakelse om at det sannsynligvis vil skje noe.
Helheten er mer enn summen av delene.
astrid and geir kaufmann
silent understanding
Holding his book for beginners in Norwegian, he stared at me while I was looking at the smashed strawberries on the subway platform. We had a silent understanding, the stranger and I.
almost goosebumps
I love the weather when it is hot enough to wear a summer dress and cool enough to almost give you goosebumps.
The things that lie in between
He went on and on about shares in the company I work at. Then he started talking about the twelve (or something) years he has worked as an accountant. I do my best not to judge people (I know too well how it feels to be put in a box you have to crawl your way out of once you are in it) and thought that there has to be more to it. I was eager to talk about something else besides money, which is really not my favorite topic of a conversation, and tried to talk my way into something else. There must be a reason for him to be at my friends party, I thought, as she is nothing like a typical accountant/economist. I looked at him and smiled.
Well, I said, what is it that defines you?
He was certainly not expecting that kind of a question. For a few seconds, or maybe even more than that, he reflected an emptiness and confusion running through his mind. He didn’t look away, like people tend to do when they think about how they should respond to an unexpected question. I guess he just fell off track and still with the same empty look in his eyes he said
What defines me is slowness…
I am not telling you this story because I think of him as slow as in stupid. I do not think he is. I am not telling you this because he hit on me. I am pretty sure he didn’t. I am telling you this story because I am fascinated by the way we connect to some people, how we just get each other. Or don’t get each other. As much I am drawn to the ones who are my opposite, I have a subconscious check list made out of the things that lie in between everything that is exposed and whenever I meet someone who responds in a surprising way (yes, even to me who is subconsciously aware of the answers I hope for) I am fascinated by his skills to notice, understand and respond to…well, the things that lie in between. He awakens me and we continue our conversation on a level that…well, lies in between.
My thoughts have always had many shapes and shades and I just can’t help myself looking for…well, the things that lie in between. It is just as easy as that. And sadly, to find someone who’s thoughts are made out of many shades and shapes and who is also looking for the same things that ..well, lie in between, is as difficult as it seems.
summer music
Summer is a time for vocal jazz from the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s like Nancy Wilson and Sarah Vaughan, classics like The Beach Boys and Nancy Sinatra and Turkish pop music (I grew up spending my summers in Turkey), especially Sezen Aksu’s always dramatic and, believe it or not, erotic love songs. Aksu used to be the only one who can get away with all the descriptions and references, making her lyrics sound passionate and beautiful. Listening to her words makes you feel a rush of love, whether you have someone special on your mind or not, which doesn’t seem like an issue for people in Turkey anyway, as there are rare loveless moments in their lives. “My sister died of love”, a line from one of Aksu’s lyrics, may seem like a metaphor to Europeans, but Turks know that it could have taken place in real life, because it tends to do in Turkish reality. People do die of love. And people do think it is a natural cause of death. Believe it or not. No wonder Turkish guys don’t think I am Turkish enough. Haha.
To me, summer is a time when even the sad love songs make you happy.
One of the best moments last summer was on a roof top when someone put on California Dreamin’. I remember, the changes I was about to make stroke me and I looked around feeling a rush of excitement. Oslo looked amazingly beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than ever and I had erased all the bruise marks from my past.
Listen to some of my favorite summer songs here.
fortyfivethousandonehundredandtwenty
I have now listened to this song fortyfivethousandonehundredandtwenty seconds on my iPod/iTunes
Escaping words
My words escaped me and gave me a sense of being left alone in silence.
They left me behind in the alley…
quotes from the woods
We were out in the woods and I was dressed for the woods, which came as a total surprise to some of the girls…
Oh my God, you’re wearing a Bergans jacket!
(Quote by my friend who remembers me as a fashionista)
I have changed, I am not that into fashion anymore!
(Quote by me)
I’m kinda disappointed, I thought I was gonna get a kick out of it!
(Quote by me about one of the activities)
Oh, I am a champagne girl.
(N said holding her cigarette, wearing huge, black designer sunglasses, cute ballerina shoes (yes, in the woods) and a stylish trench coat)
What’s THAT for?
(N said pointing at…a thing.)
It hurts like hell! Is my leg gonna be amputated?
(Quote by M who broke a part of her foot and had to go to the hospital)
