2001, first week.

New year, new millennium. Yes, whatever they say, if you know your mathematics you know that 2001 is the first year of the new millennium. :-)

I’ve been cocooning in my apartment for two days. Yesterday I didn’t even get out of my pyjamas. Nice. Mother came over in the evening, and we cooked together. Then we watched a Swedish movie on tv and sat at the computer playing MahJong til after midnight.
Today we’ve been going through my records looking for songs she likes.

I’ve been listening to the BBC radio version of The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy this weekend – so far I’ve listened to eight of the 12 programs. Really great.
Today when I chatted with P I came to think of that program two times. First time was when we were talking about how complicated people we are, and she said that sometimes she feels like it would be nice to be normal, do things like other people do them. Then I came to think of a passage that goes something like this.

It is of course perfectly natural to assume that everyone else is having a far more exciting time than you. Human beings, for instance, have a phrase which describes this phenomenon: â€?The other man’s grass is always greener.â€?
The shelterneck race of Bruikkidron XIII had a similar phrase, but since their planet is somewhat excentric, botanically speaking, the best they could manage was “The other shelterneck’s duppleberry shrub is always a more movey shade of pinkey russet” and so the expression soon fell into disuse, and the shelternecks had little option but to become terribly happy and contented with their lot, much to the surprise of everyone else in the galaxy who had not realized that the best way not to be unhappy is not to have a word for it.

*smile* well… we do have our words for discontent and unhappiness, but today isn’t one of the days when I feel the most eager to use them.

The other time I came to think of the Guide was when I was using Napster and I asked P what her napster id was. I got it and tried to send her a message, but it looked like she was offline. Then she told me that to her it looked like I was offline, too. So we tried to enter the same chat room. But I didn’t see her! And she didn’t see me either. Then we discovered that we didn’t even see the same ppl or conversations in the chatroom. We tried another room but the same thing. Talk about parallell universes!

2001. Hmm… I’ve never been much for celebrating the new year. This year U and I went to a party at Torkel’s place. Nice and all, but somehow the whole idea of new years celebrations puts me off. Toasting in champagne and you just _have_ to have a good time. Which often means that I don’t, even when I could. I don’t know if this makes any sense.
Maybe it’s an age thing, not wanting to celebrate getting one year older. Upcoming 30 years crisis? I don’t know. I feel like I’ve already had a bunch of those.

lotta

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