dream country

So, yeah.

vivacia@gmail.com — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 13:13:13 GMT

Trying out that blogging thing again: Full Figures.

Woha, weight!

vivacia@gmail.com — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 16:11:40 GMT

Yesterday, I moved back to my home town for the summer. Today, I decided it was time to check my weight (because I don't have a weight where I live in Bergen).

Well, holy crap, I somehow managed to gain 5 kilos in three months. Fine, I've been lazy and gorged on unhealthy food, but I've done that before and gained max one kilo.

Strangest of all, I can't really see where I've gained weight. My trousers are slightly tighter, and I can perhaps see that my belly's a bit bigger, but that's not enough to warrant five kilos!

So I'm puzzled, but have decided to cut down on the sugar, eat healthier, and get more exercise; all in an attempt to get back to my ideal 60 kilos.

*sigh* I hate that the metabolism slows down the older you get.

Not PC?

vivacia@gmail.com — Thu, 15 May 2008 14:10:43 GMT

Yesterday, my boyfriend came across a poster for an anti-abortion rally, to be held here in Bergen on the 16th. He promptly showed it to me, and my gut reaction was to tear it down. I couldn't, however, as it had been put up on the inside of the window of an already-closed shop. I am actually tempted to go to the shop today and discreetly pull it down. When I voiced this desire to my boyfriend, he said something along the line of "we do have freedom of speech in this country, you know". Don't misunderstand, however, it was obvious that he disliked the contents of the poster as well.

These rallies are quite rare in Norway, because we don't have that many fundamental Christians, and I guess if they'd been more common, I wouldn't have reacted so strongly. And it can seem strange that I did react in that way, as I've never had an abortion.

But anyone presuming to have the right to tell me and the rest of the female population what to do with our bodies... This angers me to no end.

And in this case, I don't give a damn about freedom of speech.

Closing down

vivacia@gmail.com — Sun, 04 May 2008 17:27:03 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

I just decided to let my hosting and domain registration expire at the end of this month. I have neither time nor will nor money to keep this site up, so from now on I’ll be blogging my rare blogs at livejournal instead.

Uni, uni, apartment

vivacia@gmail.com — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 13:30:36 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

Here’s one of my weirder hobbies: I love going over my study plan, adding new subjects and moving others around. At the moment it looks like I might be taking four subjects next semester: two Chemistry ones, one in Physics and one in Maths. The last one is disposable, in case I find it’s a bit too much work (I’m also getting a job next semester). Oh, and the last semester of my bachelors degree might be spent at the Humaniora faculty, taking Gender Studies and French. Just for, eh, fun?

On Friday, my group finished our lab project in Organic Synthesis and Analysis; our last lab of the semester. I have sort of mixed feelings about being done, because that lab proved to be very interesting, but at the same time it was a lot of work (basically writing laboratory logs from I got home till I went to bed on Thursdays, and still not being done). We still have a project report and an exam left in the subject, but despite that, and being behind on every other subject because of said project, I’ve spent most of the weekend sitting in our faboulous pillow-filled sofa, watching Sex and the City.

I love, love, love living in this apartment! The girls are great, the place is great, and best of all: it really feels like a home. I can see myself living here for the rest of my time in Uni.

Status report and opinions on Deadwood

vivacia@gmail.com — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 12:05:51 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

I really wish getting up at 7am after a weekend of sleeping in didn’t destroy half my brain. I shall attempt to cure it by a big cup of cinnamon tea.

I’m moving again. This shall be the third apartment I live in this school year, but I think I’m staying put in this new one for a while.

You see, up until recently, I was pretty satisfied with the place I lived in. It was cheap, and close to both school and city centre. But now I’ve grown tired of roommates who can never seem to do their dishes, and neighbours who smoke right outside my window and steal my umbrella. Other reasons (that I’d rather not publish, though they’re not as serious as I just made it sound) have made me even more grateful to the two friends of mine I’m moving in with.

They live in a big apartment with a balcony overlooking Bergen. It’s gorgeous, but also really expensive. The two of them have been paying the rent for three rooms since before Christmas, so I think I’m doing them a bit of a favour moving in there.

I’ve previously balked at the idea of paying 4600 NOK a month in rent, but now I’ve come to the point where I’d rather pay extra to live somewhere nice with people I like spending time with, than somewhere cheap with people I hardly ever speak to. I’ll just get a job, and the money won’t be such an issue.

Moving in there on Sunday. Can’t wait.

Else, this weekend was spent locked up in my room doing laboratory logs. That, and watching Deadwood.

I started watching this series last autumn with my friend Kristine. She then went ahead and watched an entire season and a half without me (boo!), but now I’m catching up, thanks to teh boyfriend. And yay for that: the series is awesome. I can’t quite put my finger on why - but I think a lot of it has to do with the great acting. There’s not one mediocre actor in the series, and especially Ian McShane (Al Swearengen) and Robin Weigert (Calamity Jane) impress in every singe scene they’re in. My favourite character, though, is as always the sidekick: Sol Star, played by John Hawkes.

Misogyny is rampant in a series where more than half the female characters are prostitutes. This does however not annoy me, as it makes the series realistic. Misogyny, as well as other types of prejudice, was the norm back then. I love the series’ realism. And it does have some tough women - my favourite being Trixie.

So now I think I’ll give up organic chemistry for the time being, and finish season two.

Paradox of the day

vivacia@gmail.com — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 20:58:47 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

This just made my day. It’s like that geeky t-shirt that says “2+2=5, for extremely large values of 2″. Only this had hearts and pink stationary.

I really should take more Math courses.

No longer tired?

vivacia@gmail.com — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 13:56:08 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

I went to the doctor on Tuesday, told the nurse behind the counter what I wanted to check, including iron deficiency. Then I get called in to the doctor, and he proceeds to tell me that they don’t DO blood-tests there. You see, since I’m a student, and don’t have an appointed doctor here in Bergen, I went to the emergency room. And apparently they don’t do blood tests unless it’s an emergency. I kind of feel the nurse could’ve told me that before I went in. Anyway, the doctor tells me it’s probably just stress, I leave, and have to pay almost 300 NOK ($60) for something I knew before I went there in the first place: I stress too much.

So, yeah, I still have no idea if there’s anything physically wrong with me. But I won’t be going to the doctor again any time soon, as something I’ve done this past week has helped immensly. I got up at 7am on both Thursday and Friday, and though I felt a bit tired in the morning, it was nothing like the bone-weariness I’ve felt before. I’ve had loads of energy, and been in a generally much better mood. I think it’s due to a) the onset of spring and the longer daylight or b) the fact that I’ve started taking vitamins.

On Friday, I was up early, around town all day, and went to a pirate-themed party at night. I didn’t feel tired for a second. It was fantastic.

Tired of feeling tired

vivacia@gmail.com — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 14:09:29 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

For most of this last year, I’ve been feeling increasingly tired and worn out, despite often sleeping for ten hours every night. During the easter holidays, even the mild exercise of a short ski trip or walking the 2 km uphill to my house was enough to make me exhausted. In the end, my sister suggested I go to the doctor and try to figure out if anything physical was causing the tiredness, because she didn’t think it was normal to be so tired all the time.

So tomorrow, I’m going to see the doctor, take a blood test, and hopefully get some answers. I hope it’s just lack of iron or something similar, and not something more serious.

Musings

vivacia@gmail.com — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 23:55:12 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

In Norway, every university student has to take a course in philosophy. It’s supposed to teach you to question what you learn and think for yourself. I took the course last semester, and though I felt it was dull and pointless at the time, I’m coming to appreciate it more and more.

The course is supposed to be angled towards the field you’re studying, so for the MatNat faculty, the course, especially the latter half, was focused on the field of science. We learnt about paradigms, Popper, etc… The most interesting for me, though, was a brief mention of feminism in relations to science.

Newer theories on science have proposed that, even in natural sciences, you can’t have completely objective observations. The observer affects the object being observed. And, of course, the interpretation of what is being observed will be affected by the person observing.

Yes, there is a point in here somewhere. Up till the last century, scientists have, pretty much, been men. And if you buy into the whole “aggressive male” stereotype, you can see how it has affected the way natural processes are described.

In my Organic Chemistry book, there are a lot of descriptions of reactions, and reaction mechanisms. There’s a lot of talk of electrons “attacking” atoms. It’s a completely innocent way of describing what is happening, but it is also interesting to look at in connection to the previously mentioned male domination in natural sciences, and male/female stereotypes.

A woman might describe the electrons as “reaching out for” the atom?

It’s not a compliment, it’s insulting.

vivacia@gmail.com — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 18:02:21 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

Yesterday was the annual Easter Rock in my home town, a night of mini-concerts by local bands. It had the potential of being a lot of fun, and it was in the beginning - the vorspiel* and the first concerts. I only drank a couple of beers at the vorspiel, and so became pretty sober after a short while. I soon also got very tired, because I had just come home from a two-day road-trip to Eastern Norway and Sweden.

The rest of the crowd got drunker, and during the latter half of the evening I was trod on, pushed and spilled beer on. I usually wouldn’t be too bothered by it, but I was tired, and when random men decided they were allowed to fondle me, all the fun went out of the evening. I don’t care how drunk you are, what the hell makes you think it’s OK to stroke the arms or pinch the bottom of a girl you don’t know?

It was made worse by the fact that I knew it wouldn’t have happened had my boyfriend been there. Girls should be able to go out partying without a chaperone, for fuck’s sake! It’s not 1950.

* = drinking in someone’s home prior to going out

Slightly random, concerning fire

vivacia@gmail.com — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 23:21:39 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

Last fall, my then-roommate managed to come home from a night out, start boiling eggs, and fall asleep with them still on the oven. And he managed to do it twice. The result was a flat that smelled like burnt eggs for weeks; it also hightened my fear of fire. You see, we lived on the third floor, my room was at the end of a narrow corridor, and we didn’t have smoke detectors or fire escapes.

I have this nightmare of being trapped by fire, unable to escape. It comes from a true story I read once of a girl who was trapped in a car after a crash. A fireman was witness to how she watched fire closing in on her, and then she caught on fire. He was unable to help because his fire-extinguisher was empty, and the fire truck was too far away. The girl survived.

My imagination is very good at putting me in that kind of situation, and especially when I’m just about to go to sleep. When I still lived in the above mentioned flat, I had problems falling asleep some nights.

To put it simply: I am, despite the bad isolation and messiness, extremely happy to be living somewhere else now.

Bad mood, shoo!

vivacia@gmail.com — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 16:13:59 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

When I woke up today, I was in a lousy mood. I didn’t want to study for tomorrow’s midterm exam, and even further: I was doubting if wanted to continue Chemistry past this year. That last thought has been pretty predominant in my mind for a while, and I think it has to do with the fact that my fascination with science and how things work have been drowned in stress and school work.

Usually when I have mornings like that, I get up, eat breakfast, and hope the bad mood will go away by itself. Today I took a different route: I stayed in bed and forced myself to think about why I applied for Chemistry in the first place, why I took two years worth of High School Maths in one year just to get INTO Chemistry, and why I have up till now been convinced that it was the right route for me to take in Uni.

Because I love science. I like to watch everyday processes and know why they happen the way they do. And there really is no other Uni-course that appeals to me more.

After I got up and ate breakfast, I proceeded to read two chapters in my textbook, and I actually enjoyed it. This must be the first time ever that arguing against my feelings have actually worked.

Are YOU a tech-wiz?

vivacia@gmail.com — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 13:40:01 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

I was studying for my midterm-exam in the cafeteria today (yes, I concentrate better with background noise), and next to me at the table sat a very animated group. I found myself listening to their conversation, because a lot of what they were talking about was funny and a whole lot more interesting than the standard enthalpy of formation. One of the things they talked about was a mutual friend, a girl, who apparently wasn’t very good at technological stuff. At first I too thought it was funny, but then I started thinking about expectations. It really is expected of young people today to be good at computers and other technology. All the information from my university goes through the Internet, a lot of the tasks set are supposed to be delivered over the Net. Having your own laptop is almost a necessity.

So what do you do if you’re from a poor family and can’t afford your own computer? Or if you’re past forty, back in Uni to finally get your masters degree? I know my mother would’ve been very frustrated if she had to use the computer to the extent that we do. Or maybe you’ve just spent your time doing other things than staring at a computer screen? You probably have basic computer skills, but how about knowing that the way to get around the .docx glitch in the task delivery program is to save as .html?

I’m sure it must be frustrating for some people to be expected to be tech-savvy, or, like the girl above, laughed at for their lack of computer skills. Then again, you can argue that the way everything is being digitalised these days, people should get up-to-date on the technological front. Personally, I’m a bit in favor of the last argument, though I know that it’s not an easy thing to do for many people.

And on a slightly different note: how many times have you reacted with surprise when someone told you they didn’t have a Facebook account? That’s a thing that’s become expected too, and it’s like you’re completely anti-social if you don’t have one. But don’t get me started on the iffyness of even our social life going through computers.

Declaring independence

vivacia@gmail.com — Sun, 17 Feb 2008 21:11:06 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

Congratulations, Kosovo, I just wish there wasn’t a sort of stirring-the-hornets-nest feeling to it all. Serbia’s point-blank refusal to acknowledge the new state smacks of pre-WWII imperialism. I just don’t understand the contempt for their neighbours you hear in interviews with serbians living close to Kosovo. The last conflict isn’t that many years ago, and I can’t believe they have forgotten the horrors already.

Notebook/Legend/Atonement

vivacia@gmail.com — Sun, 20 Jan 2008 23:41:57 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

Recently, I’ve watched three very good movies: two romantic dramas set around WWII, and one post-apocalyptic science fiction. I figured I’d write a short review for each, though coherent reviewing is not my strong side. So, in chronological order:

The Notebook (2004)
The combining factor for the three movies I’m reviewing is that at the outset, I didn’t have the best impression of them. The Notebook is perhaps the one I was most pessimistic about. Numerous sitcoms have used it as the prime example of the “girly movie”, and from the blurb, I was expecting just another romantic story of the rich girl and poor boy who struggle with prejudices but end up living happily ever after.

“Happily ever after” being the defining sentence. Without the story in the retiring home, The Notebook would have been just another (superbly acted, but still) romantic war-drama. Seeing Abby and Noah at the end of their lives just gave the story an extra dimension.

I watched it twice over the Christmas holidays, and I cried just as hard at the ending the second time, as I did the first. And I don’t know about you, but I can’t help liking movies that move me that much.

I Am Legend (2007)
I don’t like zombie movies, and have never been particularly impressed by Will Smith as an actor. Still, I have a thing for post-apocalyptic movies, and so decided to give this one a try.

I still can’t put my finger on what made me like it so much, but I think it has to do with the way they were able to set the mood: you really felt Dr. Neville’s isolation. And the suspense! I have never jumped so much in my seat as I did while watching this movie. The Darkseekers were truly terrifying.

Will Smith impressed me incredibly. His portrayal of Neville’s loneliness stayed with me for a couple of days after I saw the movie. The final scene with him and Sam still makes me upset to think about.

Another thing I was impressed by was how the filmmakers were able to make the story so convincing. If you think about the virus-plot, it seems pretty far-fetched; but while watching, that’s the last thing on your mind. They really suspended my disbelief – and that isn’t always the easiest thing to do.

Atonement (2007)
One great thing about James McAvoy? You know you’re going to see some wonderful acting when you go to see one of his movies. And although Keira Knightley’s pout annoys me to no end, she’s a great actor, and did an awesome job in this movie.

Though, as I did with The Notebook, I wondered what was going to set this movie apart. It was beautifully made, incredibly well-acted, and the scenes from war-ridden France really brought home some horrible truths about the war. Even so, one part of my brain was still asking the question.

And then the screen turned black. And then we met old Briony Tallis. And the movie was completely turned around. It was a series of blows to hear the real fates of Robbie and Cecilia – and in a way, the way things ended up was yet another awful truth about the war, because without WWII, they might have gotten their time together.

I watched this movie yesterday, and I still can’t shake the hopeless feeling I got from the ending.

Office 07 love

vivacia@gmail.com — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 22:37:04 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

You can say what you want about Windows Vista, but I have to admit to falling in love with Office 2007. It’s just so pretty and user friendly. I spent some time right now setting up a template for my laboratory logs, and the different headlines have colour and the new fonts are so pleasing on the eye.

What can I say, I like new and pretty things. :3

Meeting the parents - and the dog

vivacia@gmail.com — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 21:42:16 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

What’s all this fuss about “meeting the parents”? In media, they keep implying that it’s always an uncomfortable experience, etc, etc. Well, I spent yesterday, and the day before, at my boyfriend’s house, and it was nothing but enjoyable. Maybe I’m lucky that his parents are really nice and easy to relax around? (The whole family seems that way – we visited his sister today.) The only one I had problems with was the dog. And by problems, I mean she was terrified of me.

She (the dog) is four years old, but so tiny you can easily mistake her for a puppy. She loves her stuffed bird-plushie and whenever my boyfriend’s home, the first thing she does is take his shoes and carry them into her sleeping-box. She’s the most adorable creature ever, and I obviously wanted to pet her. But whenever I approached she cowered in fear, poor thing. I attempted to win her trust by giving her some cake, but by the end of the evening, she still didn’t feel safe around me.

The next day, my boyfriend and I took the dog for a walk up a forest road. It was lovely, apart for being bone-chillingly cold. Near 0 degrees C, and strong wind (it’s actually worse today, the landscape looks truly frozen). The view was great, and it was good to spend some time in the nature before going back to Bergen this Sunday.

When we got back, we made lasagna for his parents, and after eating we just relaxed in the living room. I almost fell asleep on the couch – that’s how comfortable I felt. The dog was also starting to feel more comfortable. Right before we had to leave to see “Arn – tempelridderen“, she curled up in the sofa between me and my boyfriend.

For about five minutes before she discovered I was there. Heh. Hopefully we’ll become better friends next time I visit.

“Arn – tempelridderen” was a fascinating movie, made more so by the stark contrast between Middle-Age Sweden and the Templar Knights’ Jerusalem. It’s an overly heroic story, and the lead man is a bit TOO perfect, but I liked it. Better than “Kingdom of Heaven”, anyways.

Dear 2008 (some selfish requests)

vivacia@gmail.com — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 15:19:12 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

Please, if I may ask the following:

Follow today’s example, and give us loads of sunshine.
Do what you can so I may get a relevant summer job.
Money tree. Can I have one?
Be warm. I am currently not looking forward to going back to my ice-cold room in Bergen.
Do not drown me in University work. 12 hours of laboratory lessons a week? Phew.

and finally,

Try being as good as 2007 was, if not better.

My dad’s playing Age of Empires 3 in the living room. With the volume turned up. It’s driving me insane.

Merry Christmas!

vivacia@gmail.com — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 13:22:44 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

or, to be politically correct: Happy Holidays, people!

Now we’re off to eat rice porridge, and then later we’re having mutton ribs, mashed swedes, potatoes and sauerkraut. Mmm.

(And then we’re opening presents. Hurrah!)

Early Christmas presents

vivacia@gmail.com — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 16:50:33 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

This past Friday presented me with two early Christmas presents.

First, I had an appointment with the dentist. I really dislike going to the dentist, especially sitting the whole time worried that he’s spotted a cavity (filling cavities is the worst thing ever). But at the end of the session I only got good news: no new cavities. So I was obviously elated.

Then I got home, and logged onto the student website to check if my spring term payment had registered. It had, and I randomly decided to check if any exam results had gone up. And surprise surprise - one had. I got an A in Chemistry!

It was a great day. The rest of the weekend’s also been good. Meeting friends I haven’t seen in a while, and having my boyfriend over (whom I haven’t seen for over two weeks); going out partying with said people… And tonight we’re going to decorate the Christmas tree. And tomorrow’s Christmas Eve…

Yay.

My thoughts on The Golden Compass

vivacia@gmail.com — Thu, 20 Dec 2007 12:06:26 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

Mari Snow says:
I’m re-reading His Dark Materials

Mari Snow says:
got inspired after watching the Golden Compass

William says:
I’ve still not seen that

William says:
is it good?

Mari Snow says:
(which, among other things, tried to convince us that you can walk from Norway to Svalbard, LOLZ)

Mari Snow says:
visually, it’s stunning

Mari Snow says:
and the girl playing Lyra is awesome

Mari Snow says:
the story is all over the place, and slightly confusing for Norwegians

Mari Snow says:
(see point about Svalbard)

Mari Snow says:
also, in the scenes they have in Norway, the Norwegians don’t speak Norwegian!

Mari Snow says:
they speak this “it’ll sound Norwegian to English people” language

The movie is great for getting visuals of Lyra’s world, but else it’s somewhat confusing and irritating. I’m looking forward to reading the proper story as I get further into Northern Lights

Else, I am now home with my parents for Christmas. It’s very nice, but at the same time I feel myself reverting slightly back to my younger self - something I can’t say I’m pleased about. Still, it’s nice to be around nature again, after half a year in the city. Right now we have blue skies and a high-set mist which gives the sunlight an eery look, against the backdrop of towering mountains and the fjord. I love it.

Moving

vivacia@gmail.com — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 13:13:11 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

So, I finally moved out of the faraway apartment, and into the city centre. It means paying more for less (going from a big apartment to just a room in an ice-cold building), but it’s worth it. I can now walk everywhere, I live closer to my friends (and teh boyfriend), and actually, the room I have now is bigger than the one I had in the apartment. I also got loads of furniture from the people who have lived there before, among it a sofa and a table, so I can actually have people over to visit.

I do however wish I didn’t have to clean the bathroom the same day I moved in. I apparently have standards, and the layer of dirt on the floor did not meet them. I haven’t dared to clean the refridgerator yet - I think there might be something alive in there.

Else: I am now done with my first term at Uni. Had my Maths exam yesterday, and I think it went reasonably well. Yay for Christmas holidays!

Like the 70’s never happened

vivacia@gmail.com — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 12:19:27 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

Yea, so between this and this, I’m tempted to go back to sleep and hope to wake up in a world where appearances aren’t all-important and women aren’t treated as objects.

I mean, sure, I like to dress up and look decent, but the minute I feel that it’s something that’s expected of me, and that my appearance is more important than - say - my intelligence or my personality - that’s when I get angry.

I envy my mother the 70’s (though I’m well aware things weren’t feminist bliss back then, either). They could actually fight for women’s rights, without about 50% of the women going “oh, but we have equality now, what’s the point of feminism?”. That’s a sentence I’ve heard a couple of times too many, and it makes me feel like beating the person over the head with Simone de Beauvoir or Susan Faludi.

Oops.

vivacia@gmail.com — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 15:28:12 GMT

Originally posted at auromheim.net

I dropped my cellphone on my computer. It proceeded to freeze up with weird looking colours everywhere. I restarted it, and now it’s working fine… Except for giving off omnious sounds every now and then.

Crap. Don’t die on me. It was a cellphone, for goodness sake!