The cautionary whale

So I found some sort of 'shuffle' thing on youtube. It's a great thing to have while I'm trying to make my 'Word art' a little more professional looking. Of course I tried to shuffle Regina Spektor first but it eventually got into the Juno soundtrack (hence the title of the blog).

This morning's song!

Oh, and the title is a not-so-obscure reference to Juno :)

En la vida...

Hoy vine a la OMS un poco después de las ocho de la mañana. Tenía ganas de sentarme y escribir, de avanzar, de tener ideas. Ahora son las 4.23pm y estoy cansada. Reorganicé mucho de mi borrador, tuve una conversación muy interesante sobre la equidad en salud y las ideologías dominantes (qué rico, me hizo sentirme como que estaba en la clase de Isa Rodas) y ya no me siento con tanta inspiración como hoy en la mañana.

Hoy decidí escribir en español por la canción a continuación. Me recuerda a tener 21 o 22 años y sentir la pasión por la sociología, por la teoría, por entender. No es que no la sienta todavía pero como todos los amores, éste se ha transformado con el tiempo, ha madurado y me ha hecho madurar a mí.

En fin, qué mejor que los Fabulosos Cádillacs haciéndole burla a los Backstreet Boys y una súper canción

Gotta have it, really need it to get by...

Nope, I'm not talking about the sugar high Renée Zellweger sings about in that iconic 1990s movie 'Empire Records'... I'm talking about decent, high-speed internet.

I really can't complain much about life in Geneva. The weather has been awesome, I get go to out and run through wonderful old houses and the huge gardens in Grand Saconnex and its surroundings, I've had friends come and I love going to the WHO everyday.

But there is always a 'but', I guess. With the really bad internet signal I have in the 'hell hole' (aka as the John Knox Center, which is where I live), I can barely log into Skype. I miss my regular Sunday chats with my mom, my e-beers with everyone and I have to say, it's really made me homesick.

Today, after more than two weeks of unsuccessful attempts at Skype I finally got to call my mom... for 1.45 minutes.

I should just go to the Parc des Nations with my Ipod and call her from there... seriously.

*sigh

'The illustrated guide to a PhD'

So does this mean my thesis is like a pimple in the face of knowledge?

That actually explains quite a lot.

Thanks for the link :)

http://matt.might.net/articles/phd-school-in-pictures/

There's a small town in my mind

I've been homesick lately. I think I just move around too much. It's hard to pack up your life every three months and start again, even when you're coming and going from the same two places.

To add complexity to my nomadic circumstances, this summer I added Geneva to the mix and lately I've been feeling a little blue. Not for Guatemala though, I miss Umea. I miss my friends and my small-town life and I think I might just be tired of moving around.

So last night before going to bed I was listening to my Ipod and this song came on... and truly, there is a small town in my mind right now.

A Royale with cheese...

I just noticed that my usual shampoo has a different name in Francophone countries. Instead of it being 'Elvive' it's 'Elséve'. The funny thing is that I've had that bottle for over a week and I didn't even look ar it. I guess I'm too used to not understanding what's written on stuff from living in Sweden to even care anymore. I just get whatever looks like what I usually buy.

Have to admit, it was a total pulp fiction moment... although I'm not as cool as Samuel L Jackson (but almost).