The Sum of All Feelings

Wikipedia is in itself the sum of all knowledge in the universe. Of course it's limited but still, I trust that collective mindset way better than a few professors at Oxford. But knowledge is one thing, emotions are another.

Two young American web-artists have created a brilliant database that is the sum of all emotions in the modern world. It is indescribable so I have to send you there: We Feel Fine

There you can click on little dots or even squares, which are photographs, and read sentences from blogs where the writer is describing his or her feelings. And the interface of their page just makes me wonder why there are still companies using frontpage-made websites...

I am feeling unproductive and a bit confused right now but also amazed.

Two B's and one dollar $ign.

No more being woken up with a cup of coffee by a smiling, tall girl. No more playing sleep with/marry/throw from a cliff in Icelandic. No more tourist-places for now. No more gossip under four eyes (plus two, not that interested).

Bergdís and Jakob have left me here, sitting on the couch with my two karlkynhneigðir teddy bears. No use in that...

We're told that money makes the world go round. Now, for the first time, I'm out of it. I have no money what so ever. I'm used to not even consider small amount of money, only those big numbers. Now I can't even afford the small purchases. And what? I don't really mind it. It kind of feels a bit liberating even. Who needs the ostentatious lifestyle of Icelanders? Or what. I don't know. I'm a bit lost in everything these days.

I hate the Króna. I'm paying 10.000 krónur more for rent than when I moved last autumn. From 27.200 to 38.400. Not fair.

*?*
Someone googled Clogs spank and landed on my blog. Interesting concept.

Home & Home

I'm back home at William Boothlaan 7c. It feels relaxing being back from the intense EuroTrip and an emotional IMWe. I guess the IMWe-blues will be of different sorts this year.

The flat welcomed me, my best friend Bergdís and her boyfriend Jakob with a strong stench from the unplugged fridge and very cold breeze from an open kitchen window. None of us could manage to turn on the heating so the first day was spent in the cold. Bergdís had Jakob to warm her up. I had a Danish heat blowing machine. Isn't the world unfair?

The Liquid Lounge on the ground floor is scattering broken Arabic notes in the air and despite the clock showing 3:45 AM. I try to cover it with Iron & Wine but the rhythm of the two just causes cacophony.

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After each TED speech there's an advertisement for BMW's hydrodriven automobile. It's shot in Iceland. It makes me proud to come from a country so beautiful. It makes me proud that it's associated with such a great thing like TED.com. I wish I were proud of all things that stem from Iceland.

Final destination: Rieneck

The counter at www.IMWe.net says that now there are zero days, zero minutes and zero seconds to next IMWe. Therefore it feels kind of strange to sit here in Tobi's room in Wien, chatting on MSN and trying to figure out where my class-mates are gonna stay tomorrow night, instead of being in Rieneck's basement singing Vår and drinking Keiler.
It's allright. I can manage for another day. I think. I thought. But now my feelings towards IMWe are even more mixed than before.
When will the develope an instant transporting plutonic machine? Or at least just a time machine...

$%&$@%!

I am trying to act cool. All I want to do is just sit down and cry. My purse was stolen. This purse was my late grandmothers so I am sad to see it go. Or not see it go. If I would have seen it I would have jumped at the thief and boxed him with my unbelievable boxing skills. It included my passport, which by the way is the coolest passport on earth. I will never again be allowed to be so finky on my photo. I will never again make tired security control staff laugh. It included my credid-card and my debit-card. Those are the only cards I have in this continent. 100 euros. 88 Euro tax-refund note. My make up. My compass.

Fuck.
Life sucks.

But I do not win the biggest loser today. This is Birkir, Bergdís's brother: http://www.visir.is/article/20080309/FRETTIR01/80309042

Welcome back!

Dear Jarþrúður,

Welcome back from the hospital. Believe you me, I've missed you terribly. And since I triggered this nasty accident I've felt extremely bad every time I had to run my fingers over your vulnerable body, looking at your broken face, seeing the blue blood pouring underneath your blank skin. How could I ever have treated you so bad? You, who are my only true friend here in the land beneath the surface of the ocean. You who are always willing to lend me a hand, whether it's in contacting my friends, searching for answers to the questions of the Universe or just to sing me to sleep with melancholy music.

I've been a bad sister. I've been a bad mother. I've been a bad friend.
And I promise to treat you better from here on in. I shall care for you, clean you when you're schmutzig and cloak you in your new green sleeve.

Now, that you're alright again, I think we're ready to go and explore the unknown together. Me. And you.

Love you forever*

Your owner, Inga

*or until I can afford MacAir...

It aint bloggleti, but a sick Mac.

In a week I'll be on the road with my class mates in a Fire Truck, driving around Europe, making a documentary about Social Innovation.

Pivo + framing + Lenka mín + dzien dobry + solutions instead of problems + more pivo + kde domov muj + Auto-Bahns + zooming in and out + IMWe + the Hub in Berlin + my banjo in the back of the Fire Truck + going over footage + more and more pivo + social innovation...

-All this should produce a lovely tingle of happiness in my ears and elbows but at the moment all I recieve is a headache and outside it's raining.

But I'm not worried. We will work everything out and before I know it I will hold the concept of social innovation molded in a plastic DVD, I'll have a smelly IMWe costume, I'll have a thorough knowledge of Polish and I'll have a Fire Truck Phobia...

Aint that leuk my friends?