I’ve recently become rather enchanted by Lenny Kravitz. Maybe because he’s part of the world’s most attractive family and I’ve watched his actor daughter Zoë in Big Little Lies during the pandemic. Maybe it’s because… More
Cooking For One
The only thing we have real control over these days is what, when and how much we eat.
That shall thus receive our full attention.
Second Wave Entertainment
Brussels is heading for partial lockdown again, and this brings a warming smugness to a Finn’s chest: we own the pandemic lifestyle ever since our forefathers erred North at the Leningrad Oblast junction about million years ago. If you don’t believe me, look up “Finno-Ugrian suicide hypothesis“. It’s a thing. And yes, us merry people include Estonians and Hungarians, in addition to Mordvins, Udmurts and Vepsians.
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Celebrate Good Times
I didn’t realise until about yesterday that I have been writing this blog for three years. For me, this is a long time to hold on to any hobby. Many people asked me in the beginning what my plan for the blog was. I didn’t have any. I still don’t.
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How To: Rest And (Not) Relax
So I thought I’d take a breather from work in 2020 to reflect my life and figure out how to spend the remaining half of my professional life. In hindsight (thank you, useless as always) I should have self-medicated myself into a year-long coma like the protagonist in My Year of Rest And Relaxation by the brilliant Ottessa Moshfegh, but haven’t – yet. Here’s what to expect during a pandemic sabbatical.
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Heels, and Conservative Feminism
I wore heels the other day. The occasion was a lunch, and wearing heels felt right, mainly because I figured I’d be seated most of the time, but also wanted to check whether I could still walk in them. I could, and now don’t have to try again for another year or so.
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Ruthless
So, my previous post about a consciously optimistic outlook on the world didn’t age well, huh? Exhilarated by Thursday’s Brad & Jen reunion for the Fast Times live table read I was almost ready to give 2020 a chance for the remaining odd three months. This was met with a classic “Hold my beer” -response as The News swooped over the world late Friday evening. You win, 2020. You win.
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