Question of the day.

What is a scary or horrifying fact that shouldn’t be true, but is?

My answer:

That people vomit! Most of them once a year or more often, and almost everyone at least once in their lifetime. Cats also vomit twice as often as people I guess, insanely frequently anyway! Even Misha, as special as he is, throws up like once a month, he even did last week. For me, this is all scary.

You? πŸ™‚

SiΓ’n James – “Y Deryn Pur” (The Blue Bird).

Hey people! πŸ™‚

Today I’m sharing with you a traditional love song, performed by Welsh Celtic harpist and singer SiΓ’n James. As it happens, one of the songs by her that I’ve already shared with you previously is about a bird, and so is the case with this one. πŸ™‚ The author of the lyrics is unknown, but I’ve found a translation for you, written by

Richard B. Gillion,

and here it is:

 

THE PURE BIRD

The pure bird with the blue wing

Will be a sincere servant to me

O speed with haste to the girl

To whom I offered my affection early

Go to her, say to her

That I am weeping salt water

That I am grieving to see her

And from her love failing to walk, O

God forgive the beauty of her vision

For hurting a man so severely!

When my spirits were so gleeful

On a day celebrating a holiday

I discried a girl more comely than ever

With lightsome feet strolling.

When I saw her

I immediately came to a standstill

In my heart I thought

Behold the most comely woman of the realm

And her smile beautifying all around her

I would not believe one man alive

That she was not some angel!

Question of the day (15th March).

What only exists to fuck with all of us?

My answer:

It’s quite late here and I’m about to go to sleep, so to not have to think too much and not make this post very long, I’m going with quite an obvious thing which is mental illness. Those who have it know it well, so I don’t need to explain it I guess, and those who don’t can still develop it at any point, or are affected by someone else’s mental illness or something, so no one can be totally free from it.

Your turn. πŸ™‚

Llio Rhydderch – “Enaid Enlli” (The Soul Of Enlli).

Hey people! πŸ™‚

I’m just posting this before going to sleep, and thought that I would share with you another beautiful and long harp piece from Llio Rhydderch, especially for those who are also going to go to sleep soon, to get you off to Dreamland faster. πŸ™‚ This one comes from Llio’s album simply called Enlli, which, like a lot of her music, has also been inspired by the area where she lives, that is north Wales, in this case Bardsey Island or Ynys Enlli in Welsh, which is close to the Llyn Peninsula. This island is called the island of 20000 saints, and so it was an important place of pilgrimages. Enlli is also used as a Welsh feminine name since the 20th century.

If We Were Having Coffee… #WeekendCoffeeShare

Welcome to another

#WeekendCoffeeShare! πŸ™‚

Our host is Natalie, so if you’d like to join in with your own coffee share, you can go over to her blog. πŸ™‚

We’ve just had our lunch, and there’s still a lot of chicken breast left, so help yourself if you fancy, or if you’d rather have a lighter snack I can give you some salted peanuts, or feel free to bring something with yourself and share with other peeps if you want. Help yourself to coffee or tea or cocoa or or my Mum’s homemade black lilac juice, or I think we’ve got some kefir as well if you’d prefer that, or perhaps water. So, if you’re all sitting comfortably and have something to drink or munch on, let’s get started.

If we were having coffee, I’d ask each of you how you’ve been doing lately…? πŸ™‚

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that, actually, this week hasn’t been very eventful, so I probably won’t have all that much to share with y’all, but I just wanted to have a coffee share, even if for a brief check-in, as I guess the last one we had was over a month ago.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that we’ve been having a fair bit of spring-like weather, interspersed with really chilly, windy and often rainy days. It was even hailing quite heavily earlier this week. Today is one of those chillier days and it’s raining all the time. As you may perhaps remember, we live by the river, it flows through our backyard, so we are at quite a high flood risk. We’ve already had a few minor floodings since we moved here which were scary, and now my Dad has been really stressed out that this year it will be more hardcore with the amount of rain we’re getting and are still supposed to get.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’m really pleased with my linguistic development over the last few weeks, mainly when it comes to Welsh, as currently this is the language I’m learning most actively because I’m not fluent in it yet, but also Swedish to a lesser extend, because I’ve been reading a lot in the latter. Concerning the former, I catch myself more and more often on having random bits of thoughts in Welsh, and not right after learning or when I’m sleepy or tired, which is most often when my languages mix up, but just randomly. My subjective feeling is also that my listening comprehension must have improved a bit lately. That’s all very motivating.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that, despite the usual ups and downs and myy anxiety being a bit up this weekend due to having quite an interesting and lengthy sleep paralysis session on Friday, mood-wise I’m still doing really well, most of the time with my mood being around what I consider my baseline, sometimes lower but not very low or not for long and usually in clear connection to something situational. Even Maggie, aka my inner self-critic, has been strangely quiet lately, not totally quiet but noticeably less active, she mostly just wakes up when I engage more with people or especially afterwards, but if she wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t be alive. It has been like this for over three months now and it’s quite surprising. Yes, my amazing

faza peak

is still there, which certainly contributes to it, but despite being a really long peak compared with my previous experiences, it’s not an extremely intense one at all at this point, I’ve had much more intense faza peaks before, but I’m not sure the peak is solely responsible for this, especially not for Maggie’s unusual behaviour. Whatever the cause might be though, I’m quite happy with the results, I’m just a bit worried that after being up for so long, at least for my standards, at some point I will have a spectacular slide downhill, lower than I’ve had in a long time. I guess kind of like when there’s a draught for long, then you’ll have a storm and the longer it was dry, the stronger the storm will be.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that, while I do still get migraines like once or twice weekly, they have really gotten better in terms of intensity, regardless of what medicine I take, or even if I don’t take anything. They are shorter and not so incapacitating, and often will go away or lessen very significantly when I just have a nap or will totally go away after a solid night’s sleep, so it’s really not such a problem anymore. In case you don’t know, I’ve had migraines on and off for years, but for most of that time, they really weren’t very problematic, and I considered myself lucky compared with a lot of other migraine folks. Then the year before last, in November, I suddenly started getting them a lot more often, and they were a lot more painful and difficult to get rid of, and extremely easily triggered by just about any stressful situation or anything that could possibly trigger a migraine. Admittedly, I did have quite a stressful time then and my brain was going bonkers with rumination and anxiety so my main theory was that it really must be the stress doing this. Then things got better again in January, last year which coincided with my stress levels going a bit down overall, until September when, again, I started having yucky migraines. This time, I wasn’t in a lot of stress or anxiety really, just my normal anxious brain but nothing beyond that and nothing turbulent going on in my life at that specific time of the year, so I couldn’t blame the stress anymore. That lasted again until about January this year. So, considering this, I’m fairly sure there must be some seasonal pattern, like a lot of people seem to have, and for a lot of people their migraines also seem to get worse around autumn-winter. I’m very curious why. That could perhaps also be responsible for why I always had more severe migraines right at the start of a school year, which everyone was thinking must be to do with stress – which surely was also an important factor but as it seems not the only one. – Well, I used to have recurrent allergic bronchitis almost every autumn-winter season, and now that it seems to be mostly cured finally, I’ll have seasonal migraines instead. Life’s never boring. πŸ˜€

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that, with the exception of sleep paralysis I had on Friday, I’ve been having absolutely hilarious dreams lately, and extremely vivid. I love having vivid dreams after which, when you wake up, you just have to laugh out loud at the absurdity of them. And I met some interesting folks in Dreamland that I wish could exist in real life.

What would you share if we were having coffee? πŸ™‚

 

The Harriet Earis Trio – “From The Crooked Tree”.

Hi people! πŸ™‚

I shared two pieces from this very interesting, experimental music band featuring harpist Harriet Earis last year, namely “Cadair Idris” and “Kitchen Devils” from their album From The Crooked Tree. I thought that today, I’d share the title track from this album. For me, their music is definitely that kind of thing that grows on you the more you listen to it. When I first came across their music I was interested but not overly impressed, but as I keep listening to it, I like it more and more.

Question of the day.

If you wake up at 3 AM and can’t fall back asleep, what do you do?

My answer:

As someone with quite erratic sleep-wake cycle which shifts a lot, mostly due to the fact that I have no light perception, I end up in such a situation quite often. Unlike a lot of people who struggle with sleep problems and disorders though, it’s not a huge source of frustration for me. Largely because it’s always been like this, and now I’m in a very comfortable life situation where I am in charge of my own time so everything is very flexible, I can sleep in if I need to, I can go to sleep very early if I was up all night, or I can have a more low-key day if I’m a zombie running on no sleep. Having lived in an exactly opposite way most of my life, where I did have to live a very structured life and having to fit in my constantly more or less “jet-lagged” into it, I appreciate this luxury all the more. So it’s not a big deal for me usually if I can’t sleep at 3 AM or wake up at that time.

I do lots of different things if I can’t sleep at night, I just take it as an extra amount of time that I can do something interesting with. Sometimes, when I’m in a phase when I don’t need a lot of sleep and can go on four hours or so and feel quite rested for a few days, I’m feeling quite energised at night and put my energy into something creative. Generally, regardless of my energy levels, I feel that I’m often a lot more creative and deep-thinking at night and come up with a lot of interesting ideas. πŸ˜€ So I’ll do some journaling, sometimes write a short story or try to write something more in my huge, neverending Jack Hamilton novel which I’ve been writing since like fourth grade and Jack Hamilton has been a great friend of mine and especially on sleepless nights, my Mum says that he’s like an old dog who’s barely alive but you’re too attached to him to put him down. I rarely add something more to that these days because I don’t need Jack as much as I used to as a teenager and we both have changed a lot, but I do not want to put a clear end to this whole thing, so these days if I write something more to it it’s usually just a little bit. He’s going to be celebrating his 100th birthday quite soon, I believe. Other times, I’ll just listen to some music and daydream (wait, nightdream) or go into my Brainworld, as I’ve always been an avid paracosmist (I’ve been a paracosmist my entire life and only recently learned about the existence of this word πŸ˜€ ).

If I’m less creatively inclined, I’ll just read or listen to music, often without even getting out of bed, although if I can’t fall back asleep for longer than an hour I usually get up because if I fall back asleep after such longer but still not very long time, I have almost guaranteed sleep paralysis and while people have varying attitudes towards it, for me it’s always been extremely scary because it features stuff I’m scared of in real life and sometimes one relatively short episode of sleep paralysis can affect me for a few days and make me super anxious.

Since we’ve got Misha, I’m often not the only one who isn’t asleep at 3 AM in this house. Misha’s sleep cycle is also totally different than the cycles of the peeps in here, so he’ll also often have loads of energy in the middle of the night, running wildly around the living room or playing with his glass balls. If that is the case, I’ll often bring him up to my room, as here his play won’t wake up anyone else, and we’ll play together.

Other times, I just go online and write with people or something, or play BitLife, ever since I’ve got my iPhone, because yes, I still play it quite a lot. Or just start my day properly, get dressed, eat something and do whatever I was going to do in the day anyway.

How about you? Does such a scenario often take place in your life? πŸ™‚

Delyth Evans – “A L’Entree De L’Este”.

Hi guys! πŸ™‚

I have another short and sweet harp piece for you today, only this time it’s from Delyth Jenkins (nee Evans) who plays Celtic harp, unlike Llio Rhydderch who plays Welsh triple harp. I’ve already shared with you at least one piece by her from what I remember, in collaboration with her daughter Angharad, they work as a duo called DNA.

Since this piece has a French title, and I don’t know this language beyond some little words and phrases or what I can figure out thanks to other languages that I know, I have no clue what the title means exactly.

Llio Rhydderch – “Malltraeth”.

Hey people! πŸ™‚

I decided that today we’ll also listen to Llio Rhydderch, ’cause why not? She’s created so much beautiful music. To keep things diverse though, unlike Gwenllian that I shared with you yesterday, this is a short and sweet piece. Its name comes from a village in Anglesey (Anglesey is where Llio Rhydderch lives if I remember well) which is called Malltraeth. The name of this village means something like a desolate beach.

Question of the day.

What food was a disappointment for you that you were excited to try?

My answer:

One thing that comes to mind is mango. I somehow always thought I’d love it, if not for any other reason then at least because I love most fruits I know. Then one year at school, my friend took me to a Moroccan restaurant. She was actually my Godmother’s friend but ended up also being my friend because she lived relatively close to my school and my Mum arranged with her that she’d speak English with me, as she used to work as a missionary in many English-speaking countries, so that it would be both beneficial for my language skills and also help me emotionally because that worked as a good excuse thanks to which she could often take me somewhere out of there, because officially she was my private English tutor, and I always appreciated a change of scene like that, and we grew quite close over time. So at some point it was my birthday and I confided in her that there was going to be a school prom happening on that same day, and I always hated school proms, and especially wasn’t going to deal with one on my own birthday, and asked her if she was free that day and if we could do something fun instead, as it wasn’t obligatory for me to be at school anyway since there were no normal classes. So we ended up going to that Moroccan restaurant and that was amazing, there was lots of great food and I had never eaten a lot of those things before. And one of the things we got ourselves was mango juice and that was also delicious. So, naturally, I felt even more sure that I’d like the fruit in general.

Finally I had a chance to eat it a few years later, and wasn’t impressed at all. I just didn’t like it whatsoever for some reason. That’s a bit weird, I didn’t have any texture issues with it and I don’t normally have such things that I’d like a fruit juice but not the fruit itself, but oh well, I just don’t like it.

Another such thing for me was zucchini. I know a lot of people who liked it and I always wanted to try it as a little kid thinking that it would be right up my alley because from what people were saying it sounded really good. Well, it’s gross. And by now I’ve tried it a lot, prepared in a lot of ways and in different dishes, but I always hate it just the same. Similarly with other similar things like pumpkin or cucurbit. Of pumpkin, I only like pumpkin seeds. πŸ˜€

How about you? πŸ™‚

Llio Rhydderch – “Gwenllian”.

Hey guys! πŸ™‚

I’ve shared a few tracks from this amazing Welsh triple harpist with you already, and I thought that, finally, I’d love to share with you one of my favourite pieces by her, the title track from her album Gwenllian, especially that I’ve already shared one piece from this album with you.

You know that I generally love harp, be it the “normal” Celtic harp or Welsh triple harp or almost any kind of harp, and you also know that I love Llio Rhydderch’s music ever since I’ve first heard it. But this album is really special to me for some reason. I learned about Llio quite late considering how long I’d already been into both harp music and Welsh music in general, through one of my faza people – Gwilym Bowen Rhys. – I love exploring new harp music and, as it happened, Gwenllian was the first album of Llio that I started listening to and this was my first contact with her music. I was having a shitty time emotionally and I found her music so extremely soothing. Not just relaxing – although you could most certainly say that her music is relaxing, but it’s not only relaxing and it’s surely not the primary intend behind it – heartening and replenishing are the words that come to my mind in relation to her music.

I don’t have very many albums to which I’d always listen as a whole, in the right order, but Gwenllian is one of them. Alongside my faza subjects and some other music, it’s my go-to listen when I feel emotionally overwhelmed or just need to go inside my own Brainworld for a while. Llio’s music is great for that because while she creates some kind of a realm of her own with it, you can go with the flow and follow it, or it can help you find the way to go inside yourself.

The title track of this album is by far my favourite (even just because it’s so long, like it’s never going to end and leave you alone, and as you already know I love as long solo harp pieces as possible because I always crave more harp music πŸ˜€ ).

In my last Weekend Coffee Share that I did on here, I mentioned that I was reading The Brothers of Gwynedd quartet by Edith Pargeter, which my penfriend recommended to me – about the Welsh prince Llywelyn the Last. – The Gwenllian here, she was his daughter. I loved listening to this album in the background when reading that series. Apparently, Llio Rhydderch has quite a close connectioon to princess Gwenllian, as from what I’ve read Llio lives close to where Gwenllian lives. It’s also interesting that Llio is originally a diminutive of Gwenllian. πŸ˜€

Question of the day.

What are some annoying things that people do to sound/seem intelligent?

My answer:

I haven’t noticed it so much in English, but in Polish it’s specific filler words, and, once you pick up on it, it’s annoying as hell. πŸ˜€ Using fillers is generally perceived to be something that not very intelligent people do, and, like I said, I don’t really have a very detailed idea of how exactly it works in English, that is, if some fillers are perceived differently than others and if some people use some fillers more than others, but in Polish we do have some filler words, or maybe not even necessarily fillers as such but words that are very much overused by people who want to be perceived as intelligent –
and often are indeed intelligent but, well, it’s annoying. – I don’t suppose they do it out of some desire to brag or cockiness or something, I guess it’s just something that became a thing with some types of intelligent, or should I say academically successful, people.

Another thing which is less annoying for me personally (because I am guilty of doing it too so that’s probably why I’m more forgiving πŸ˜€ ), but is widely perceived as trying to sound more intelligent and intimidates some people is using way more foreign-sounding words/loanwords than necessary – mostly what I’m talking about is a lot of words with Latin or perhaps Greek origins when we have words to use that express the same thing but sound more familiar because they come from the same language group that our language does, so Germanic in English and Slavic in Polish. Why say existence if you can say life, of course in situations when it won’t impact somehow the meaning of what you want to say. Or, in Polish, especially in a workplace setting, why say deadline in English if you can say termin in Polish (oh well, termin is Latin, πŸ˜€ but we don’t have anything better and termin is a lot more familiar and home(l)y). As I said, I do that a lot myself, however usually when I do it, it’s consciously and because I want to convey something by using lots of latinisms, like sarcasm for example, or sometimes I just prefer the sound or my synaesthetic associations of a specific Latin word over a more familiar, less sophisticated word. Other times though, I just want to brag with my vocabulary and language skills. πŸ˜€ Sometimes I also do something opposite in Polish and use a Slavic equivalent even though a Latin one is more popular, I’ve even made up some neologisms of my own because they sound better to me and I like making up neologisms, and ones which are rooted firmly in the language can be easily understood by others even if they’ve never heard such a word before.

One situation where this gets problematic is I think when you start using latinisms and hellenisms more than necessary all the time without realising and sound VERY clunky and serious and big-headed, and sometimes people don’t even understand exactly what you’re saying. Another is when you use them without really understanding what they mean, especially as an adult and in your native language. And then there is yet another situation where it perhaps isn’t problematic, but, like I said before, can be potentially intimidating for others. πŸ˜€

A perfect example is a Polish Catholic YouTuber whom my Mum, Sofi and me (but especially Sofi!) like to watch. We like him because he is a traditional Catholic like us, and he’s also very intelligent and clearly knows a lot about a lot of things and has his brain in the right place, while being humble and able to admit if he was wrong about something and just talking about things from the perspective of a lay person – perhaps well-educated and aware of a lot of things in the world, but without a degree in theology and often not understanding a lot of things. – Plus I like that he has a bit of a different way of presenting things than most Catholic people or media online that I have come across – not a different way of looking at them, but a different way of talking about them that speaks to me more. – Anyway, one thing I don’t like about his channel is how he uses those big words all the time. Yes they do sound better, and he knows what they mean, but his audience is very diverse, and not everyone knows that just because they’re Catholic. Sofi, who is very interested in all that stuff like religion and also politics, and likes to know everything, asks a lot of questions and likes to watch things like that, always says she has to watch his videos with me or Mum so that someone will explain everything to her, because it’s interesting but she doesn’t understand a lot of words. Admittedly, Sofi has a bit limited vocabulary, likely because of being a preemie and generally struggling at school a little, but the things he talks about aren’t usually so difficult that Sofi shouldn’t be able to understand them if they were said in a slightly more approachable way. I remember watching one of his videos last year and was quite confused as to what parousia was, as he was using that word in almost every sentence. Like really, I’d think I have quite a rich vocabulary but I had no clue what that parousia thing was. Finally I figured it out from the context and then looked it up just to make sure, and I was right – it means the second coming of Jesus, at the end of the world – and then when my Mum was watching that video, she had the same problem. And you could just say second coming/Final Judgment. Before we moved to where we live now, we lived in the countryside and our church parish consisted of a few small villages, where most people were farmers or something like that and had enough stuff to deal with in their own daily lives to be concerned with such a thing as language, even though a lot of them – being Kashubs –
were bilingual, and a lot were elderly people. And we had a priest who was a very intelligent, studious man, very eloquent and I guess he must have felt quite out of place in there and would have probably been able to use his talents better with theology students or something. He had a weird way of saying everything in such a way that it seemed extremely complicated. Even my Mum’s family – who are relatively intellectual people, my maternal grandparents were both born to intelligentsia families (I only recently learned that the word intelligentsia works in English πŸ˜€ ) – were often complaining of not understanding his sermons. I was a child and teenager then and the one thing I remember about him most clearly is that he used the word exegesis extremely often in his sermons, and no one could tell me what it was. I still don’t think I’d be able to use it naturally in any sentence other than something like the one I just wrote, even though I have a basic idea of what it is. πŸ˜€

Oh yeah, and, in Polish, the nasal vowels can make you sound more intelligent or less intelligent. Polish nasal vowels are Δ… and Δ™, which are pronounced like the French nasal sounds, Δ… is like the on in “bon”, and Δ™ is like… well, I don’t have a very wide French vocabulary at all, but I can vaguely remember the word “chermins” so it’s pronounced like the in in it. But, the thing is, sometimes they are pronounced differently, depending where in the word they are, and, to a lesser extend, where in Poland you are. Δ„ can sound like the English on, or like om, while Δ™ can sound like en, em or e, so then naturally they’re no longer nasal. Now, when people still pronounce them in a nasal way where it shouldn’t be so, it’s considered hypercorrection, and it makes a kind of overintelectualised impression it makes. Hence a rather hilarious way of saying in Polish that someone who is desperately trying to be more sophisticated, more intelligent than they actually are or generally aspiring to something they are not is so “Δ… Δ™”, it’s used like an adjective.

What are such things in your opinion/experience? πŸ™‚

Floraleda Sacchi – “Oltremare” (Overseas).

Hey people! πŸ™‚

Today, I’m sharing with you another piece performed by Floraleda Sacchi (a long and really beautiful piece!). Floraleda Sacchi, as you may already know from my blog, is a composer but she also plays and arranges for harp a lot of other composers’ music, and she has popularised some harp composers and harpists by playing their music. This particular piece has been written by very well-known Ludovico Einaudi, a pianist and composer whom I also really like and surprisingly many people do. But I love harp in general a lot more than piano, hence I’d rather share with you a harp rendition of it.

Question of the day.

What would twelve-year-old you never believe about you?

My answer:

Hmmm… I don’t think there’s anything all that unbelievable about my life. As a twelve-year-old, I had a lot of ideas and imaginings as for how it would look like, I had some potential plans but was never fully convinced that I’d actually want to do any of these things for real, was only considering that I might want to do so, for example to be a psychologist or a writer. Then on the other hand I’ve written here a few times about that weird dream or whatever it was that I once had when falling asleep about myself being an adult, standing in a huge kitchen full of children and not knowing what I’m supposed to do, either with myself or with them or anything really, which pictures how I generally felt about adulthood, as something I was scared of, didn’t really have a clue about or what I was going to do then, and it didn’t change by the time I was 12. I don’t think anything in my current life would surprise twelve-year-old me so much that I wouldn’t be able to believe it. Well, perhaps I could be surprised at the fact that I didn’t pass my finals, since people, especially my Mum, were always telling me that it wouldn’t be a problem for me to get to a university, and still, despite not doing that, I can live, and even have some sort of a job, even if it’s only thanks to my Dad. And my linguistic interests weren’t quite as clear yet when I was 12, I did know a bit of Swedish and I did enjoy English as a language, not as a school subject, but because at that time I was unable to continue my Swedish learning because of being at the boarding school and wasn’t able to resume it until leaving it, it was really difficult for me and if I wasn’t able to learn Swedish anymore, I preferred to forget about it as much as possible because thinking about it or even hearing it somewhere was really aggravating. So maybe twelve-year-old me would be surprised to know that I was eventually able to go back to my Swedish and can now use it, better or worse, and am also learning another language – Welsh – and planning to learn lots more. I guess it could be a little mind-blowing for me because, like I said, I didn’t have such aspirations back then at all. Oh yeah, and the fact that I blog in English, I think I’d be really surprised to know that, especially that at the age of 12 I didn’t blog yet at all and had very little idea about what a blog is, I only started blogging a year later.

You? πŸ™‚

Pikekyss – “Vi Burde Danse” (We Should Dance).

Hey guys! πŸ™‚

Today, let’s listen to some light rock. Pikekyss is a group from Norway, who usually seem to make quite happy and energetic music, which is really nice to listen to. I haven’t listened to all of their music but what I have listened to sounds good to me. Their name can be literally translated as girl’s kiss, but what they refer to (I guess) is some kind of meringue which in Norway is called pikekyss. This is the first song by them that I’ve ever heard. I got the translation from

here,

and it goes like this:

 

In time to the music

trying to find home

waiting forever for the tram

think I should find the way myself

It’s always the same way

even though the world spins around me

the evening is way too young to give up

We should dance

forget all about being adults

talk to me about anything

don’t think about anything

My pulse is up

why is everything closed

I never think to stop

in the morning everything is forgotten

round me the streets are empty

I think the whole of Oslo is sleeping

don’t want to believe the night is over

We should dance

forget all about being adults

talk to me about anything

don’t think about anything

We are not the same as the others

you and I will never get old

we are not the same as the others

no reason not to dance

We should dance

forget all about being adults

talk to me about anything

don’t think about anything

Question of the day.

Does your family have any dark secrets?

My answer:

Well, can’t think of anything particularly murky, aside from things which aren’t really suitable to be discussed publicly πŸ˜€ but one thing that comes to my mind that is a bit of a mystery and that isn’t obvious to everyone in the family is that, actually, we don’t know when is my grandma’s birthday. And neither does she. The reason is very trivial. She was bornn in the late 40’s in Russia, some time in autumn, no one remembered when exactly, not even a close date, which to me is a bit weird, and apparently it was extremely freezing. Her dad was supposed to go register her, but it was so cold that he kept putting it off, as there was quite a distance from their house to the register office. Whenn he finally did it, it was well after New Year and no less cold but he just probably must have felt pressured to finally do it. He knew that he’d be in trouble for saying that he’d been waiting so long with registering his little daughter, so when they asked him about her birth date, he said 2nd January off the top of his head. And that’s when my grandma always celebrates her birthday, but it is not her actual birthday. I don’t know what you have to do to forget your baby’s birth so effectively – I guess people had greater and more important things on their minds back then than we do now and a lot more problems – but her parents just didn’t remember when exactly that happened and never told her. Not that it matters to her, or anyone else. It’s just quite funny. Usually people just know that her birthday is January 2, and, quite understandably, she rarely tells people the whole story.

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Gwilym Bowen Rhys “Y Gwydr Glas” (The Blue Glass) & Mared Williams “Gwydr Glas”.

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Today I chose to share with you two versions of a traditional folk song in Welsh. As is often the case with me, I just couldn’t decide for one because I think they’re both great each in its own way and also that it will be cool to have more than just one version so that you can compare them for yourselves and see which one speaks to you more.

The first one comes from Gwilym Bowen Rhys and it’s the final track from his debut albumm “O Groth Y Ddaear” (From The Earth’s Womb). As is often the case with folk songs like this, they often have a lot of tunes associated with them and their lyrics can vary. Gwilym decided to go with a less commonly known melody, the last recording of which, before his, was from the 1950’s. I really like the minimalism of his interpretation.

The second version – by Mared Williams – whom you may recall as a vocalist in the Welsh rock band Y Trwbz whose music I’ve shared on here a few times (both Gwilym and Mared are quite mind-blowingly versatile whenn it comes to musical genres) also appeared on her debut album, however in the video I’m sharing with you she sings it from her home. It has the more common melody and is a bit longer, but I got the English translation of the lyrics for you from

Gwilym’s website

so it doesn’t include the additional verses in Mared’s version, which is a pity because from what I understand from them, that’s where the things get more interesting and captivating, but I don’t feel fully capable of translating them myself just by ear without at least looking at the lyrics and I can’t find these verses anywhere. It has a bit of a jazzy feel as a lot of her solo music does which makes it really interesting.

I think it’s cool that while this is such a very traditional song, I guess both these versions could be quite easily digestible to people who aren’t really into folk, or that’s how it seems to me, although I’m probably not very objective since I’m very much into Celtic folk so it’s just me trying to put myself in other people’s shoes really. πŸ˜€

Just as a fun trivia sort of thing, the “glas” in the title doesn’t mean glas, it means blue. πŸ˜€ I guess it could be confusing for people since the title means The Blue Glass. Actually, the Welsh word glas can also mean other colours, I’ve come across this word also being used for green, grey and silver. The blue glass in the title, from what I read, most likely refers to the window panes which used to be bluish green.

Here is the English translation:

 

If my love comes here tonight to knock on the blue glass

Give him a seemly answer, don’t answer him crossly,

That the girl isn’t home and her good will isn’t in the house,

A young lad from the next parish has taken her away.

Question of the day.

What is one thing that your parents taught you, that later turned to be totally wrong?

My answer:

For me it’s generally so that it’s my Mum who is more of an authority for me than my Dad, and our views on a lot of things are generallyy very similar, which is extremely fortunate since we live together and do a lot of things together so it would be tricky if we were clashing a lot more, and it’s not as smooth for a lot of other families I know, but also when I want to talk to her about something that I don’t agree with her on or confront her about something she’ll be able to have an open-minded discussion, and she’s also not the type of person who would insist on always being right and never was, she is capable of saying things like “I’m sorry, I really thought it was like this but now I know it’s not”, or we’ll simply accept that we’re on totally different pages about something and move on. My Dad, meanwhile, is more of an authoritarian type, rather than authoritative, he has generally a problem with admitting anything wrong on his part in any relationship, so he always insists on being right, but because like I said I’ve always seen my Mum as more of an authority, and Dad wasn’t involved so much in our upbringing and was more the breadwinner, even if he did tell me things that I was supposed to somehow learn or believe in, I would usually take it with a wee grain of salt from quite early on, because Mum was always more right, and sometimes what they were saying was right down contradictory. πŸ˜€ It’s not that I didn’t take my Dad seriously, I do for example consider him my go-to expert in geography or the history of WWII, he was just simply a bit less of a role model for me. I remember that my Dad would often say very generalised, stereotypical things about people, from a very narrow point of view. For example, I can vaguely recall asking him about what does a philosopher do exactly, and he said something like that nothing really, philosophers just think all the time, about things that don’t need that much thinking anyway. I think I found it interesting that someone would do nothing but think all the time and about meaningless things and consider it a valid job, so I guess I must have been asking some more questions or something, anyway what I can recall very clearly is that at some point he said that a philosopher is someone with whom it’s really difficult to communicate. I don’t think I know any philosophers, but whenever I think about it now as an adult I find it funny, where did he even get that from? I’m pretty sure it can’t be the case or even if it often might be, it certainly isn’t the fact that someone is a philosopher that makes them difficult to communicate with, or maybe it’s just difficult for the other side to communicate with them because they have a different way of thinking. Anyway, things like these, my Dad has a lot of such assumptions. Often, when you’ll talk to him calmly without trying to impose your point of view, and try to get him to think on his own, he can see beyond them, but some are really deeply ingrained, and yes, that has a harmful potential, because stereotypes can be very harmful, but usually the main reason why I think it’s such a pity is because it makes his thinking quite inflexible, and his view of people must be rather uninteresting, while I think that people, as much as they are a pain to socialise with and totally regardless whether I like them or not, are interesting as such in their diversity and complexity.

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Lisa Lynne ft. Aryeh Frankfurter – “Interlace II”.

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For today, I chose another piece from this duo who make Celtic instrumental music. This is quite a short piece, and it comes from their album Weaving Worlds, where there are I believe 5 of those pieces called Interlace, just because they literally interlace with other tracks on this album. And this is the second one of them.

Question of the day.

How do you like your eggs? πŸ™‚

My answer:

I like them both soft-boiled and hard-boiled. They’re not my favourite thing in the world but I do like them and have them for breakfast sometimes. I really dislike fried eggs though, and scrambled as well, plus scrambled eggs are on my emetophobic no-no food list so even if I theoretically liked them, I wouldn’t eat them anyway. I used to eat scrambled eggs years ago before they made it on to my no-no list even though I didn’t really like them, because it’s a deeply ingrained habit of my Dad’s to eat scrambled eggs every Sunday and we all used to do that, also I had them sometimes at nursery. But then I got sick from them once at nursery and since then I don’t even pretend I like them and I don’t know what you’d have to do to make me eat scrambled eggs. πŸ˜€ For some time, as a teenager, when my emetophobia was at its worst, I had a huge problem with eggs and almost anything containing eggs because of salmonella and the like, and it was one of the products with which it really took me quite some time to get back to eating them normally, and I still feel wary in places like restaurants, but what helps is that my grandparents sell eggs – they used to have hens of their own for years but now they get their eggs from somewhere – and we also buy from them, they get them from one source and neither I nor anyone else in my family ever got sick from them. Then again, I’ve never had salmonellosis or a similar thing at all, except from that one short episode with scrambled eggs which I don’t think was due to any bacteria, but that might be just because I’m emetophobic so I’m always cautious. πŸ˜€

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