Thursday 28 June 2012

ra-ra-rawww

there's always a first time. my first visit to a raw food restaurant - the only raw food restaurant in Riga (as far as I know). it was.... interesting. and "interesting" is not entirely a camouflaged "inedible" this time. on the side of friendly catch up chat I had a gazpacho. I expected something red ant tomato-loaded. it was green. a cucumber mush with a sprinkle of sun dried tomatoes, walnuts and some cut up vegetables - sad little pieces of cucumber and tomato. while the tomatoes and nuts lasted it was quite ok, but the green ... should I say "soup".... on its own - not my cup of tea. the bread (dried, not baked) was rather tasty, and the dessert was surprisingly delicious - cold, sweet, with mango slices. mmm. that I could actually order again some time. if I ever go there again that is.

Monday 18 June 2012

on star stealers and would-be kings

on a day like this I wish I could just put everything down in the best and worst dear diary traditions. Some of my favourite and most respected online authors (sounds better than bloggers to my ear) write about awkward dates, silly arrogant morons, trembling hearts, weak knees, distasteful liars and embarrassing encounters. I don't have the lightness of hand to do that. instead I just listen to princess of china again and again. Coldplay and Rihanna can seem a very unlikely match at first, but they are so good together.

Monday 11 June 2012

the age of sleep

they always say that you get less sleepy as you get older. even some people of 40 (!) say "you know, I don't need that much sleep longer, I get up earlier now, I sort of wish I could sleep more"
I usually joke about it and wonder when that "age" will come for me. because now it seems that I live in a continuous age of sleep, an era of cruel mornings, endless alarm snoozing and rushed make up. as I am getting older, it only gets worse, my nights are later and later, and mornings more and more difficult. as a kid, I used to be able to roll out of bed on Sunday mornings around 8 or 9 to watch some fairy tale films or cartoons, I took my blanket with me to the tv-sofa, snuggled up, and half slept through the movie. where did I get the motivation... now my weekend mornings don't start until past 11, if I don't have some earlier obligations. and I mean Obligations, that cannot be brushed off. world seems to function according to early risers and morning is the time when i most painfully realize that I am a creature of the night.

Wednesday 6 June 2012

jävla hippie!*


on a day when work frustrations have reached yet another level, a handful of black-ish Swedish humour is just what the soul needs.

*damn hippie!