Correspondences manquées

Lunatique, adjectif
Dont l'humeur change souvent
Synonymes: capricieux, changeant, versatile, fantasque
Traduction en anglais: temperamental

Lunatic, noun
an insane person
daredevil: a reckless impetuous irresponsible person
insane and believed to be affected by the phases of the moon
French translation: fou/folle, dément

Moon-sickness or soupe au lait?

On not even pretending to cope

You know when you've been working really hard in the run up to Christmas, keeping things going on a wing and a prayer. Then as soon as you put your feet up with a nice cup of tea and a mince pie, that's when the dreaded flu hits you with its best shot, leaving you out of the game for a bit.
For me, it's like that, only with moods and morale, not the flu. Apparently I don't get the flu, I just get the blues. And also, there doesn't need to be any mad run up to Christmas either. It just sort of knocks on my door, randomly, mugs me of my depleted reserves of will power, then leaves me sitting on my arse staring into the void for minutes on end. So nothing like the flu then.

Anyway, this post is just to say ok, I surrender, nicht schiessen! Just make it all go away and stop making me have to pretend that everything is fine, just fine. Because it isn't. And I don't even know what it is.

Going around in circles

Yeah, I was gone a while again. Busy I guess. Anyways, I'm back at square one again, looking for ways to make myself more successful and bashing my head against a wall because I am too chicken. Fun times!

Here is a random picture for your enjoyment

Women of the world, untie!

I went to see Videocracy last night at Hagabion and I really feel that it's raised more questions than were answered. So the situation is this: 80% of Italians rely on TV as their single news source. Italy ranked 77th in terms of freedom of the press. The masses are being subjugated by nubile woman in various states of undress parading on game shows.

I wish the documentary had given a more rounded view of Italy's media scene, I mean, where was the opposition? Surely it wouldn't have hurt to end on a positive note of some description? The spectators in the cinema (me included) were all aghast. I feel like a whole nation has been dragged in the mud. Not saying that the picture painted is not the case, but if a film were being made depicting France as a den of iniquity, I would be quite upset.

Late last night, I read the Wikipedia entry on Silvio Berlusconi which made for highly enternaining if very alarming reading. The man is a walking gaffe! I still don't really understand how he gets away with it, although it doesn't look like anybody can come down on him like a ton of bricks when he argues that he's just a full-blooded Italian who is interested in pretty women and football.
I thought that in this day and age, I wouldn't have to be confronted with such crass chauvinism by someone who thinks that just because I have a pair of ovaries I need to be talked down to and the only thing that matters is whether I am pretty or not.

I say the audience was aghast, and they were too, but I don't want to be deluded into thinking that Sweden is a paradise of gender equality. Relatively speaking it probably is, but having lived here for a bit I can say that there is still a long way to go in terms of gender conditioning. More on that subject another time

The thing about reading books, even if you don't agree with the message, is that they seem to stay with you whether you like it or not. Today has started off as a moderate to fairly crappy day, heavy heart and all that, but since I've read the Secret, I feel guilty about even thinking today is crap because I should be positive thinking my way out of a funk. Knowing that I could be bouncing around on a self-induced high instead of feeling sorry for myself is not making me feel better either.

I mean, don't I have enough guilt as it is? Did I have to go and create more?

Other people's business

I'm completely mesmerized by Governor Palin and have been reading about her in the British, American, Swedish AND French press (I like getting all the angles). It's weird, she looks so nice, and yet she is being portrayed as the Antichrist. Also, I was highly entertained by the photoshopped (must be) picture of her in a bikini toting some kind of mini-rocket launcher (or just a big gun - either way, it goes bang, or possibly boom).