Author Archives: Katja

While going though old notebooks to possibly find phone numbers that were lost during the cellphone theft in Bratislava in July, I found a couple of pages in the end of the lilac notebook from Europe last summer where I had copied wise or smart or funny quotes that I had happened upon during myContinue reading “a rediscovered treasure of wisdoms”

Waking up from the sun shining in through the gap in my blinds. Not having to get out of bed. The choice of getting out of bed anyway. Sundays. A stillness you can almost touch.

Catherynne M. Valente, always: Saturday wanted to say: Listen to me. Love is a Yeti. It is bigger than you and frightening and terrible. It makes loud and vicious noises. It is hungry all the time. It has horns and teeth and the fore of its fists is more than anyone can bear. It speedsContinue reading “a metaphor for love”

My heroine and idol, Catherynne M. Valente: “But what my car needs is gas, not memories! How can you make a car go on memories?” B.D. scratched under her Admiral’s hat. “What’d you think gas was, girl? ‘Course there’s all sorts of fuel, wind and wishes and chocolate cake and collard greens and water and brawn, but you’reContinue reading “a take on fossil fuels”

So, now I’ve turned 26. I had a birthday party together with Lina. Natalia made my hair and I wore my San Francisco dress, but to be honest, I don’t really remember what happened. Not due to alcohol, I don’t drink like that, but. Something about all the people, and being happy but at theContinue reading “turning 26”

Time is a weird thing. I take photos with my phone, thinking I’ll write something nice about this, and then assignments and birthdays and family drama happens and I forget. I don’t remember anymore what my thought was with this picture. I was walking with Jenny, it was the beginning of January and I feltContinue reading “catching up”

Sometimes, I find notes in weird places, in my course folder or on my computer or in my calendar. Small, sweet things. They’ve all been left by a classmate. I strongly suspect Jessica (because it’s her hand writing, and one of them was in Flemish), but the computer post-it could be Hannah. When I wasContinue reading “notes”

Today an almost two week block of role play began. We’re supposed to simulate negotiations between the countries surrounding the Baltic sea, with the goal to agree to a convention to save the fish stocks and ecosystems of the sea from total collapse. This first day was intense. It’s hard to describe. Allow me toContinue reading “role playing chaos”

  The black currant pie burst out all over the table, but except for that little mishap, we had a lovely pie breakfast, Lina, Ashley, Anders, Kate and I. Perfect way to spend the grey and rainy morning after a night of crazy dancing at Fasching soul club.

I wrote the economics exam today. I sat there, feeling what’s the point. Really. What was I doing there. It could go either way, the exam. I wouldn’t be surprised if I had to redo it. If that happened, that would be my first re-exam. Ever. That would be just like me. To fail theContinue reading “if it wasn’t for you”