Times have changed.
(I am listening to Björk's Debut while writing this.)
For a long time I didn't feel the need to write, or to be more precise: to write for an audience. To expose thoughts, feelings, interests, (wardrobe?). This hasn't changed, I still haven't regained that urge to blog, which is all the more a reason for me to give it another try. Writing for an audience is scary business, even risky business perhaps - I had a very close family member turn his back on me because of the way I openly worded my opinions. The heaps of reflection I have given the subject of blogging hasn't helped me to form a more solid opinion. The dilemma to write or not to write is still a live issue. Is blogging egocentric? Can I share my views without feeling like I am building a virtual shrine for myself? And is blogging useful only to yourself or to others as well if there are already 2,677,169,594 other blogs? (9 tracks into the Björk album the music is starting to get on my sensitive nerves.) Then again, we might as well ask ourselves if it is useful to be a human on this planet if there are already 7 billion other human beings trying to be (a) human on Planet Earth.
Times haven't changed. I am still a sucker for brackets.
Times have changed. Since being on a bread/gluten/sugarfree and overall extremely healthy diet I have been baking my cakes and pies with almond meal.
The weather is changing. It's getting colder and colder and little floaty dresses are replaced by huge sweaters and pullovers. Luckily I love huge sweaters and I am not much of a little-dress girl who feels the need to put the woman she is in that standardised and clichéd vestimentary frame anyway. There are always exceptions to the rule, of course, for example those times when one wishes to provide the world with an extra piece of evidence to one's gender, i.e. when a certain man just has to notice that you are a woman. Or when it is one of those days on which you have to give your feminine self that little bit of extra confirmation.
Times have changed: the blog now has the most abominable-looking lay-out I could come up with.
To conclude this impulsive scrap: it would be needless to say I did not like Björk's debut. Nor - most probably - the whole body of work she has produced after that. I could have drawn that same conclusion beforehand and without ever listening to it. (I had read some of the lyrics at the Mediatheque and was already somewhat sceptic.) It's "n'importe quoi", especially vocalwise. The lyrics are worthless, vague, scared to really say something, tell us a real story (like 99,9% of all lyrics, in my honest opinion). "Debut" has therefore not been a step forward in my ever-continuing quest for something real and authentic. Will keep you and the world posted when music hits the vliin spot again.
To add a second conclusion to this impulsive scrap: what you may expect.
(I am listening to Björk's Debut while writing this.)
For a long time I didn't feel the need to write, or to be more precise: to write for an audience. To expose thoughts, feelings, interests, (wardrobe?). This hasn't changed, I still haven't regained that urge to blog, which is all the more a reason for me to give it another try. Writing for an audience is scary business, even risky business perhaps - I had a very close family member turn his back on me because of the way I openly worded my opinions. The heaps of reflection I have given the subject of blogging hasn't helped me to form a more solid opinion. The dilemma to write or not to write is still a live issue. Is blogging egocentric? Can I share my views without feeling like I am building a virtual shrine for myself? And is blogging useful only to yourself or to others as well if there are already 2,677,169,594 other blogs? (9 tracks into the Björk album the music is starting to get on my sensitive nerves.) Then again, we might as well ask ourselves if it is useful to be a human on this planet if there are already 7 billion other human beings trying to be (a) human on Planet Earth.
Times haven't changed. I am still a sucker for brackets.
Times have changed. Since being on a bread/gluten/sugarfree and overall extremely healthy diet I have been baking my cakes and pies with almond meal.
The weather is changing. It's getting colder and colder and little floaty dresses are replaced by huge sweaters and pullovers. Luckily I love huge sweaters and I am not much of a little-dress girl who feels the need to put the woman she is in that standardised and clichéd vestimentary frame anyway. There are always exceptions to the rule, of course, for example those times when one wishes to provide the world with an extra piece of evidence to one's gender, i.e. when a certain man just has to notice that you are a woman. Or when it is one of those days on which you have to give your feminine self that little bit of extra confirmation.
Times have changed: the blog now has the most abominable-looking lay-out I could come up with.
To conclude this impulsive scrap: it would be needless to say I did not like Björk's debut. Nor - most probably - the whole body of work she has produced after that. I could have drawn that same conclusion beforehand and without ever listening to it. (I had read some of the lyrics at the Mediatheque and was already somewhat sceptic.) It's "n'importe quoi", especially vocalwise. The lyrics are worthless, vague, scared to really say something, tell us a real story (like 99,9% of all lyrics, in my honest opinion). "Debut" has therefore not been a step forward in my ever-continuing quest for something real and authentic. Will keep you and the world posted when music hits the vliin spot again.
To add a second conclusion to this impulsive scrap: what you may expect.
- * overall irregular posting or no posts at all for a long time (obviously stating the obvious here)
* uncensored criticism on more or less everything imaginable within my scope of interest or concern* little or no images at all
* also, some positive things: facts and tips I want to share from my Naturotherapy evening classes* some songs in the near future
* that said, let's get started! Sometime.
Oh Vllin! Your words resonate with me so much that my mind's ears are ringing from over-amplified similarities in our thought processes. My almost-year-long hiatus was a result of this precise disheartening idea that my blog could've somehow over-indulged my ego. This was an uncomfortable though. Especially when I realized that the contents had become schizoid and inconsistent.
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