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I’ve been mostly home this Christmas, doing stuff, listening to the radio. One day (I don’t remember if it was Christmas Day), this morning show that I love had invited a psychologist to come talk about procrastination. I didn’t really know what the word meant before, but just thought something like being lazy. However, asContinue reading “hello, my name is Katja and I am a procrastinator”

It’s raining. I spent my Friday evening doing laundry. First time since the beginning of November. There is something so incredibly satisfying with that clean smell, and the folded sheets and towels on the laundry room table.

When I came home from eating a decadent Christmas dinner at my aunt’s, I put on the telly and dove right into the middle of Love Actually. It is such a sweet movie – but lying there on the couch, with my calves balancing on Lina’s pilates ball, I realized how incredibly weird some ofContinue reading “Christmas night”

I’ve been up baking bread, Finnish Christmas pastries and toffee, and now it’s already tomorrow and I still have Karelian pierogis, vegetarian meatballs and chocolate caramel covered stuff to do. Somehow, Christmas always manages to come as a surprise, and everything has to be done in the last minute. I was supposed to go toContinue reading “feed nosiness”

I was listening to the radio and they were talking about the music business, that LA is where most of today’s big popular music is being preduced. The guy said: “I’ve always wanted to live in LA or San Diego – they have the perfect, Mediterranean climate, beaches and everyone lives in houses”. And itContinue reading “misdirected radio anger”

These last couple of weeks, yet again time has run away with me. Mom came to visit for a week, over her 60th birthday, and we had a little party for her. Before the snow came, I walked past the frosty allotment gardens every morning, just getting more and more annoyed by the broccoli andContinue reading “recap”

On Thursday, around midday, my grandfather died. I was in school, dad was with him when he took his last breath. When I arrived at the hospital, he was still quite warm. A dead body is a weird thing. It was as if he had lost his features. An empty shell. Which is what heContinue reading “the last of a generation”

Oh, nothing can come between me and my love for books. I reminded myself: when a book lies unopened it might contain anything in the world, anything imaginable. It therefore, in that pregnant moment before opening, contains everything. Every possibility, both perfect and putrid. Surely such mysteries are the most enticing things You grant usContinue reading “cleanup IV”

I have a weakness for short, fragmentary novels with observations from life. Like Elin Ruuth’s Fara vill, that I read ages ago, I found this quote while cleaning my computer: I am taught that you can hear where the lungs start and end by patting yourself lightly along your back. I am not taught how toContinue reading “cleanup III”

And gosh, this Alain Mabanckou quote (translated from it’s original French into Swedish and then into English by me – the risk of losses in translation is squared): but maybe I’ve departed slightly from my own confessions when I’ve talked about you huh, it’s yet again the human part of me that has manifested itself,Continue reading “cleanup II”