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Revelation
Posted Mar 18, 2004
Wanna know a great word?
Really, you want to know what it is?
Alright:
"Dúnedain".
Just read that out loud with me; Dúnedain. Duu-neh-dain, 'ee' sound on that 'i'. It's great!
Just listen to how it rolls off the tongue! And it's got a 'D' and everything, which is one of my favourite sounds!
One last time, and I'll shut up about it, okay? Get ready:
Dúnedain.
Yeah, halfway through 'The two towers'. How could you tell?
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Concerning hobbits and books
Posted Feb 28, 2004
I've always enjoyed a sort of reputation of being a book worm - it was sort of my main Ace from the age of ten to fourteen. But now, sadly, I'm starting to consider my reputation of dying out, in spite of still being an avid reader of literature, and right out adoring stories in general. The main concern is of course the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
Let me just start by defending myself with the fact that I thoroughly loved 'The hobbit' when I was younger - many years before the filming of any movies started. Indeed, I read that book several times and was dreaming of Shire-hobbits and Rivendell-elves long before any of my classmates. And do you know how many times I attempted reading The Lord of the Rings? Do you? Well, neither do I 
I really started on the first book unaccountable times, but after a while... my interest sort of... died out 
It's rather embarassing, regarding how I read so many Shakespeare script as a twelve-year-old, completely for show-off.
And now, finally, after seeing those marvellous and astonishing movies - and also because I'm rather embarassed about seemingly being the only one in my age group who haven't read the books, I've started on it once again; Forcing myself to think through the story, understand it, and remain interested. I'm feeling this time I'll make it... hopefully. But still there's that little need of showing off, because in spite of my friends having read it (translated) I'm reading it in English! (Okay, I see that isn't so impressing to find on an English website, but it is round here 
)
It's really weighing on my mind so hard I feel like I can't express any views on the story of the characters, because I haven't got the proper background story so many appearantly got from the books (I'm still recovering from the fact that Frodo is fifty years old when he sets off from the Shire 
) Example: Pippin. My favourite character in the movies, but does that make me a Pippin fan (I have to find out about the book version first - and right now he seems like a very spoiled, rude young guy) or a Billy Boyd fan (I can't be certain until I've seen more of him acting - oh, why did he have to be a theatre actor?)
The only thing I'm certain of at the moment (halfway through 'The Fellowship...' - and how embarassed I am), though, is: 1) The story somehow seems more interesting now I'm sixteen, than when I was eleven, and 2) I'd make a really good hobbit and 3) Who am I kidding? Boyd is a GREAT actor - and he's good-looking as well 
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Literary thoughts on a Sunday
Posted Feb 22, 2004
I've nearly always had a romantic view of literature. It might have something to do with reading 'The never-ending story' at a very young age, but I love it.
I got this image that each time someone makes up a character, or a city or a special tree or whatever in a story, it is kind of created in a far-off world, or a parallel universe or something - where it will be forever. Perhaps all the worlds and characters are connected or mingle, or, as I like to see it, each person that creates these things have their own world somewhere, where only those characters created by that person lives, in each of their habitats.
I like to think they do - that the things I've written and thought up: The future of the city Oslo, the miserable school Hector Simmons is teaching at, and characters like Steve and 'Indy' Gulido - that all these are in a way created in another sense, and the more I imagine them to be, the more real and solid they become. Because I love making these things up - I feel a sincere respect for my characters, like the aforementioned Steve and Indy, which I've used in several stories already, and it feels more like I'm getting to know them - and I understand what kind of ways they would react to the situations I put them through.
Just like I imagine the characters and stories I'm thinking up currently, which I still haven't put down on paper (but still think about a great deal) are sort of floating around like shadows in this mental word of mine, still trying to find the form I want them to be. Isn't that the start of every good character and every good story? - A mere idea in someone's head, and then reworked into something a good as it can possible be? The story I'm thinking about writing now is mostly thought up this way, because I want this to be my best and most believable novel yet (I'm not revealing any details to anybody yet, because I'm afraid it will bring bad luck 
)
There's one thing I've always wished for and just about been certain of; I'm going to be a published writer. People are going to be able to go into a bookstore and buy the words I've written between two covers, go home and, damnit, for a short period of time think through my thoughts and ideas. The day I know a stranger has read my story (and hopefully liked it), then I'll feel that I've made a small change in history and acomplished something in my little span of lifetime 
And that day I might look at this journal entry and think "Christ! Was I ever this stupid and... simple?"
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Farewell or beginning?
Posted Feb 15, 2004
BAND LOG 004
This is getting ridiculous. Alright, Drownin' Ducks is as of now a nearly dissolved band. And have been for some time - but still, we thought it would be fun to rock the joint once more, so we volunteered as extra entertainment at Råholt School Band's 70th anniversary. It was not like it was a bother getting there, since four of us are already enrolled in the school band (and we all recieved a special recognition for being members of the "strong-willed seven" that was the main reason the school band didn't dissolve a couple of years back, but that's another story)
The main concert went good with the whole band (I played trumpet solos until I was blue in the face, and then it was Drownin' Ducks turn for the stage. We had very little time to change over to "cool rock group mode" from our uniforms, so we didn't have the usual rock outfits. All I could manage was removing my uniform jacket and tie, untuck my shirt, and put on my usual sixpense and sunglasses (which have several reasons for being worn: a - I look a bit cooler; b - I don't get blinded by the spotlights; and c - I've never dared to look the audience in the face)
I should mention we got Susann back on board for this one show, so it was easier for me to sing again, now I got the proper backing. I had several reasons for being stressed this time as well, like the fact I knew most of my audience (always terrifying), I had to sing once more, as well as being the smooth-talking crowd-pleaser to introduce the band (I'm NOT good at public speaking) But it went rather fine - although my breath was very shallow. Most people got the bad jokes I made of the bands names - "Marius, the never-ending story" (at the end of our concerts, he often starts up again and makes everybody repeat the song time after time), "Tine McCartney" (I knew she wouldn't mind that, being the bass player and all), "Sax-fixated Susann" (really bad, I know) and finally "old man Dan" (for being the oldest in the group). Me, I just called Tilly. Heh.
We started up with a very fun little instrumental, 'Walk don't run' - which promptly went wrong in nearly every single way. We couldn't get it started properly, I quickly forgot every single note I had to play, and Daniel discovered mid-song the speaker for his guitar was turned off. Well, after what I heard, nobody notised.
I had to introduse our next song, 'Still got the blues' - which I of course had forgotten the title of as I was talking. After a bit of babbling I got it right, though. It went through with few difficulties, though my voice cracked slightly each time I got to the "So long, it was so long ago", but I did my best to disguise it as desperation. Before we started the second song, I was told to put my trumpet down, as I didn't have any more instrumentals - but I held on for dear life, for you have no idea of utterly naked I can feel without it when I'm on a stage. Guitar players got it easy.
I was particularly pleased with my introduction for our last number, 'Proud Mary', which I told the audience that was the first song we had performed for an audience, back in 2001 at 'the Festivity' (usually an gallery not far from were we were playing last night) so the circle was nearly ended. "And now," I remarked "I've learned where three years of hard work in a band gets you. A bit further down in the road." Dead silence, except the sound of my mother laughing quite loud. The song, I feel, wen't great - we all did our best for our last (maybe ever) performance, and I just ignored my exhausted voice and cried out the song while jumping about. After we were finished and taken our bow, of course Marius started it up again, with all of us joining in for several more "Rollin'"s. It wa really great.
We have discussed it in the band, and we see now that none of us can find the time at the present to keep our band going like we used to. If it contiues like this, we see that it will only be temporary resurrections like for this one concert, probably using our former songs, like we did now too. But still, I think it's really exhillarating still, even though it's not the way I hoped it would be. I like surprising people when they see us on stage for the first time. Like the conductor in the school band said; "I can't understand it. The girl that sits so serious and seldom says anything (meaning me, obviously), and now I see her like this! Wow, do I change like that when I put on sunglasses and a sixpence?". And when she saw I was trembling from the past nervousness, I got a hug from one of my youngest fans, Aur
Man, I always write too much in these things.
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Mirrors
Posted Jan 23, 2004
Isn't it strange how the media's work is to create an portrayal of celebrity? Sometimes an star image is founded on details like "he looked the part". Here's an example that popped up in my head the other day (Beatles fan that I am 
)
Images:
John was the cool/silly one
Paul was the cute one
George was the intelligent one
Ringo was the... er, I don't know - is he meant to be charming?
And as far as I gather - Reality:
John was the violent one
Paul was the unfaithful one
George was the... damnit, there's no dirt on him, is it?
Ringo was the alcoholic one
Now you may disregard anything I've said - I'm way too tired to make sense 
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