Miss Kolka

Im clearly not up to the challenge on my blog, thats for sure.
Promissed I wouldn't favoure myspace over it but life takes you
sometimes where you don't want to go.. haha.. as if this was something
out of my control. Right.

Had a few days off work which is
great because I needed to sort my head a bit and I think the little
cocktail on Friday was a fantastic idea to boost the moral of the
troops. I wont lie to you, these past few weeks in training (where we
are supposed to work as if we were in realtime broadcasting) have been
tough. It takes time to get the system going and people to take in
certain automatisms (if that even is a word! I get my french and
english so mixed up, since every one at work speaks both languages and
sometimes at the same time) But we are getting there. Slowly but
surely. And the big day has been set: the 6th of december we are on air
("are you online, Ive been waiting for a sign") and then we will be
accessable to the whole world. Thats going to be something.

Ok I
had another excuse as well since old friends came for a few days and
stayed with me, and it was great to see them. Its weird how I can be
organised at work but completely out of it in my personal relations.
Forget to call people and always, always be late for rendez-vous. Thank
god for those patient friends who take matter into their own hands -
that just come around and make things easier. I have to try to be less
in my own little personal space and just get out there. Go to St
petersbourg or New York on a whim. Well actually I am on my way to
Iceland for a couple of days.. and that is going to be awesome. Can't
wait to see everyone, eat "Nammi" and lots of, lots of fish. its good
for you, you know.

The cirkus show Les Arts Sauts 

Wondering what to write... these thoughts are flying through my mind...

I could try to explain the time when Michael decided to have grief councelling at the office because he found out that his former boss had died. He completely freaked out when he found out that a bird had crashed into the window and wanted to have a formal funeral. HILAROUS  but of course that only happened in the tv series "the office", not in my beautiful workplace. (the one where all the women are marilyns)

Or detail a beautiful cirkus show I saw last week... Les arts Sauts .. an acrobatic performance simply majestic with breathtaking jumps, sensuality, cries and laughter but it is just one of those moments where you had to be there.

Cannot help but admire the baby- booming people I met recently - their enthusiasm and how their choices in life seem so effortless and right. How age is totally irrelevent when you know where you are heading - Not that I am in an enormous decision-making episode of my life right now. My life seems pretty set, with a good job (some days being better than others, especially those where I realise I am totally capable of doing it) and a homy appartment. I even have the luxury of meeting new interesting people and having good friends dropping by regularly. Without forgetting the pretty faces around me every day. What would I do without them... the fashion-conscious and -unconscious ones are the most fun - and sometimes I wonder whether I might perhaps be a bit too obsessed with dress-codes. But coming from Iceland I think that is just to be expected. Halló... if it makes me happy I don't see where the problem is - right Justin?

And its not like I am ill advised either, like my personal counsultant always says: Its good that you work hard but don't forget your feelings. Thank you "mamie".   

May I introduce you to the "ferlíki"!



I've Finally got internet at home! Its like seeing again. I
definately agree with the articles I've read recently about more and
more people being hooked on the net and using it like a drug. Wish I
wasn't one of them...

I haven't been able to move since I found out how to connect like a big girl so this is just a quick entry to say
that finally, finally I put some pictures of my flat on Flickr
(note: its before moving in so now its like a proper "boudoir" of
course).

Have to go downstairs to the neighbourhood's pub (mind you the
word "pub" doesn't really apply here since it more like a rustic french
restaurant) that serves one of the most delicious "fondant au chocolat"
I have ever tasted in Paris. And believe me, they have been many...mmmmm

Dont have all the time in the world - tomorrow is my first "real" day at
France 24, except that we don't really see the images, we don't really
use the control room and that I don't really have an assistant, but
hey, I'll make the most out of it. What have we been doing until now?
That is a good question...

Isn't that an obvious match?
Albert Einstein versus Marilyn Monroe.

It depends what's up for grabs of course and how you define the winner. If we were competing in sexyness, a clear winner would probably be miss Monroe, although it might be debatable - depends if you're into beards or not. Einstein could explain a complicated world matter, on radiation or probabilities and maybe calculate the root of 5684. I'm not sure he would be very liklely to be chosen "mister popular" in high school or that his voice could become one of the most known in history. 
If the prize is champagne, glitz and a night in Val Kilmer's bed (since John F. Kennedy might not be available) then my guess would be that Monroe would do everything in her power to solve even the most complicated maths' problem. For a Nobel Prize in Glamour, Einstein might get stylish and forget all the world's problems, just for an hour... and perhaps get a bit tipsy, since its for a good cause.

But the problem here is that A. Einstein is merely known by his surname (as many important men in world's history are) and we just love to call Marilyn just by her (fake) christian name, something that has even become a habit in the coming up of the french elections by the way (N. Sarkozy vs Segolene R.)

Why is is simpler to call women by their first names? Are they simpler human beings? Or does it just feel more homely?

You might be asking yourself why am I bothered by the comparison between Marilyn and Albert. Well... In every workspace you have men and women toilets seperated right. Well... how do you think the toilets are labelled for men and women in FRANCE 24?

Lucky guess.

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• There's no way out | 19-04-2008
• Sendi it back to China | 07-04-2008
• Poisson d'avril | 01-04-2008
• Wish I was | 30-03-2008
• lesser of two evils | 27-03-2008
• in my head | 25-03-2008
• Where are all the drugs going? | 11-03-2008
• Why is she so controversial? | 07-03-2008
• Presidential obsession | 14-02-2008
• All we can do is wait | 14-01-2008
• The stupidity of the French President (read to the bottom for it to make sense) | 08-01-2008
• S.O.S. | 30-12-2007
• In memoriam | 27-12-2007