i can stand the rain.

against my window. how incredibly therapeutic.

a new sound.

i love to find my writing again. i keep my journal with me and add to it often, whether it be a word or a page. a moment to remind myself of later. to clarify or complete. yet i've had a bit of a dilemma with this media. maybe because my control is not certain. how i am interpreted and who by.

not many know me, really.

i couldn't care less of the response, really.

enthused romantic. yet reason is my mainstay. illusionist.

make what you will of it, but you may never know it.

in any memory i am aware of my appreciation for those i love and who love me. but for an unpointed reason i feel that so much now.

i am honestly astonished at the quality of relationships i have confidence in in my life. so many are not this lucky. stand in the way.

written or spoken, words are for meaning.

as was presented to me today, in effect the educational foundation of knowledge transferred strictly by oral means, "the letter kills, the word revives."

complete indifference.

enlightened and romanticized.

hokus pokus.

flakkebjerg.

yesterday i went along with my organic agriculture class to research center flakkebjerg, some 100 kilometers south east of københavn.

riding back to the city center from the other side of this island, zealand, between the snow-covered fields dotted

with patches of trees and an occasional country home, was well worth the trip alone.

it was undoubtedly interesting to see first hand what work is being done to improve methods of disease and pest

control, to give an example, especially with the aim of

reducing the negative impact of large-scale agricultural

practices on the environment.

we, as in general consumers of food products, are so far

removed from what actually goes into the production of

what we eventually put into our mouths. an act that we

participate in multiple times daily is innately

subconscious, yet involves so many prior decisions.

to be aware of one's affect is an admiration of one's

efforts.

what is residual.

good sunday.

me and she. had to be at some point.

slip, slip, slip, slip, slippin' on some.

the little mermaid.

the original story is much more profound.

as it goes, mermaids were demonic, bearers of death.

the seductive song and alluring appearance of a mermaid was used to persuade land people into the waters during a storm, the unquestionable means to an end.

hans christian andersen inspired.

its happened here before.

opera.

tug.

amalienborg slotsplads.

down the skreet.

church on a sunday.

daily dudes.

these kids march outside of my place everyday at approximately noon-o-clock for the change of the guards at amalienborg palace

(where the queen lives during the winter season).

caught 'em this time.

p.s. i desperately need one of these hats.

enlighten.

over this.

ready for this.

to central and southern spain in less than 2 weeks now.

gørløse to lynge to roskilde.

babes. i really hate this.

alien barn cats.

organic, farm-brewed beer.

some snaps from the skovgaard organic pig farm,

a few from the mørdrupgaard organic grain/cereal/flour farm,

and one of our self-preparation of a delectable finale dinner in vibeke's home town.

five+.

we're all just trying to stay warm.

is it true what they say?

worst winter in 25+ years?

in need of some company, i'd say.

let's kiss, not fight.

try to do what's right tonight.

make love, not war.

what the hell are we living for?

first lecture attempt.

i arrive in perfect timing to attend my first lecture in molecular genetics, 9:00 am monday morning on the first of the month. turns out the danish government made (un)educational budget cuts for a second time this year, particularly affecting biology and genetics students at the university of copenhagen. my lecture hall was blockaded with desks and chairs and raging students. i'd say it is pretty admirable to be so affected when it comes to the quality of your own education.