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"Dun-dun, dun-dun..."
Posted Dec 31, 2003
Do you experience those times when you suddenly dream something completely random, and then the dream sets you off thinking the whole day? Alright, so it might just be me, then.
Anyway, I had a nightmare last night, and it made me realize that off all non-existant fantasy creatures, there's actually one that still manage to strike some terror in my heart, and that's sea serpents.
Really, I'm not joking. I don't know exactly why, but the idea of sea serpents still makes me scared. And my logic, which normally is very sharp and cynical, tells me 'Yeah, why not?'. Just think about it: We live on a planet that's mostly water, right? We're pretty sure we haven't discovered all creatures that live around us, and even something as big as the Giant Squid is a fairly new discovery, although it's been there all the time. I'm not necessarily saying there must be a Loch Ness or Seljord monster, but the sea is a quite big place...
And another thing is that a serpent would be welladapted to an enviroment that we humans are very clumsy in and practically can't see very far in: Water. Once you're in a water with a giant serpent in it who's looking for a snack - you're in a fatal situation, sir.
I can't hide my small satisfaction in finding a creature that used to frightem me when I was a little girl - and STILL makes me tremble when I think about it sitting in a small boat on an open lake. Something MIGHT just rise its giant scaly head up of the water, let out a terrifying roar, upset the boat I'm sitting in with its long, snakelike body and have me for lunch, after amusing itself by watching the little humans' desperate motions in the water itself glides so effortlessly through.
But then again, I just have an overactive imagintion. Sea serpents are cool, I have to admit that.
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The price of fame
Posted Nov 16, 2003
So anyway, yesterday was the premier of the show 'Magical music - Musical magic', a production mainly of my mother's, and with me coaxed into appearing as a bit reluctant soloist. I have always been passed by the press on these things before, so you can imagine my surprise and pride when a journalist from the newspaper Romerikes Blad wanted me for a comment on the show during the intermission. Let me tell you what I remember from our talk:
Interviewer: "So, your name is Tilde, right?"
Me: "Er yes, but would you mind writing Tilly, it's my preferred name, you see. That's right, T-I-L-L-Y."
(Watches her write it on her pad in big letters)
Interv.: "And you're Anne's daughter, if I'm correct?"
Me: "That's right, but you don't really have to mention that in the article (laughs friendly) We're individual performers, you understand."
Interv.: "Oh, no problem. (notes something on her pad) And what do you think of this consept?"
Me (searching for posh and impressive words): "Oh, I think it's quite refreshing that our kind of big bands can show off in other contexts than 17th of May (Norway's national day), and hopefully draw bigger audiences as these kinds of orchestras usually don't get the top billing."
And a bit more, yakkety-yak. I'm not any kind of attention-grabbing show-off person - usually I'm extremely shy when it comes to these things, but I must admit I got a bit frustrated when I opened Romerikes Blad to find she had completely ignored all my requests, and even misquoted me: "'I like to show off a bit', says Tilde Clark, 'And I think it's important that the audience show up to these things as big bands aren't popular.' It's Tilde's mother, Anne, who plays a magician[...]" Right. Go check again what I originally said, and then the paragraph from the article. Further on, she tells of the lovely hooded capes my mother sew of blue velvet, calling them "elephant-costumes", and then critizes the conductor for standing with his back to the audience (what? Should he rather stand with his back to the orchestra?).
Sorry, but these things annoyes me. After a little tiny taste of fame, it irritates me how I come across after I've done my outmost to not come across like that.
Well, well. The price to pay. Next they'll probably start to speculate about my personal scandals and sexual orientation 
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Almost there...
Posted Nov 12, 2003
Out of pure apathy and refusal to find anything new to read, I've picked up the trace of my quest of reading every original Sherlock Holmes story written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, - chronologically 
I am now only one novel and thirteen minor tales of completing the quest I started several years ago (with, of course, many months of not reading) of consuming all sixty-one stories.
As I haven't been reading these for many years, and with unpleasant flashbacks from my youth's slight obsession with these books 
, I now discover things I never realized before. Firstly, most of the books have been translated to Norwegian horribly - I never notised all the spelling errors before - and secondly is that of name connections. It may sound ridiculous, but due to my new convertion to the Goons, I keep expecting Professor Moriarty to utter "Owww..." and Grytpype-Thynne to step in from the sidelines call him a French idiot. Extremely silly, I know 
But come on, Professor James Moriarty and then Count Jim Moriarty - it must be intended, or I'm crazier than I thought.
Right back to the armchair and the drug-addicted, selfish detective. How I've missed it
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Nameless faces in my mind
Posted Oct 31, 2003
I've been thinking. Everybody run for cover.
Here I am, strolling through life - and on my way I meet people that make an impression on me. People that impress me, or are exceptionally appealing and charming. These guys who generally light up my day. And isn't it sad that so many of these will never know that they made this lasting impression me? Sometimes I've had the guts to tell them, but some I never knew the name of and I might never see again.
So here's a list of (mostly nameless) people that has had a positive impact on my day and/or years and who probably doesn't know (if you're not on this list, don't worry, as this is but a small collection. You might very well have impressed me some time).
1. Daniel G. Thank you for being the first guy ever to slow-dance with me of your own, free will. Only time in my life Ronan Keating's 'When you say nothing at all' didn't make me want to hurl.
2. Guy with sixpence at Kilkenny's who looked really picturesque slouching miserably by the bar with a large Guiness. Never saw your face, but somehow you made a lasting impression.
3. Kosovo-Albanian guy who sometimes hangs out with your family at Lillestrøm City. Sorry, but I've had a crush on you for quite some time and have never found the courage to talk to you.
4. Paddy working at Pizza Hut in York. You're very cute, got a charming accent and I want to say thank you for the extra candy with the bill.
5. Jacinto working at the Italian restaurant 'Roma'. You're extremely charming and quite attractive, and I don't know if it's good or bad you seem to be fully aware of this yourself. Keep impressing those customers with your Italian, thank you for calling me 'Señorita' without sounding artificial and don't minding telling me your name.
Believe me, there are more, but this is just a collection of people from the top of my head I wouldn't mind meeting again. I might seem a tad bit pathetic with these things, but it's possibly because deep inside, I'm really hoping somebody feels the same way about me in some form. And the only reason I sometimes feel invisible and unloved is because nobody ever dared tell me...
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Here still
Posted Oct 10, 2003
Haven't got much to write. I'm in somewhat of a non-descriptive mood right now, but that's alright as the two last days have been very joyful indeed.
It all started yesterday when we got half the day off school for running around taking about 100 pictures each with our little digital cameras. Do you think I wanted to sacrifice five hours sitting in a classroom with unhealthy air, staring at my computer for the sake of exploring those special Kodak moments? Hell, yes! I was out in no time, snapping happily at everything I could find. When I eventually came home, I was in such a good mood I stopped by my previous school Løkenåsen to see my wonderful former teachers again (realizing that chance wouldn't arrange those elegant, "wonder I should bump into you here" meetings). Gad, how delightful it is to stroll in one's past confidently!
The evening was rounded off with a trip to the theatre where I finally - after a year of pleas and grovelling - I saw 'The importance of being Earnest' (Mental note: Mads Ousdal makes an excellent Algernon), where I laughed so much I had to lean on my sister's shoulder for support.
And just to round this entry up, here's some trivial information for no reason whatsoever:
Song stuck in head: 'Tango nostalgic' with Combo Tango.
Sound stuck in head: Ousdal's delighted love-stricken back-of-the throat "harhn..." which brought the house down.
Current desktop background: Jude Law. Don't know why really, but he's pleasant to look at.
Sitting up half the night for: Waiting for 'Six feet under'. I don't get why NRK makes such a big deal out of the programme and then put it on not exactly prime time.
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