Direktlänk till inlägg 1 mars 2009
Pascal Mercier again. I would like to take a trip inside his brains....
The way I looked and appeared - I thought - I had never been that way for a single minute in my life. Not in school, not at the university, not in my practice. Is it the same with others: that they don´t recognize themselves in their outside? That the reflections seem lika a stage set full of crass distortion? That, with fear, they note a gap between the perception others have of them and the way they experience themselves? That the familiarity of inside and the familiarity if outside can be so far apart that they can barely be considered familiarity with the same thing?
The distance from others, where this awareness moves us, becomes even greater when we realize that our outside form doesn´t appear to others as to our own eyes.
A bit further on he then writes:
The real director of our lives are accident - a director full of cruelty, conpassion and bewitching charm.
Tränade ju i tisdags. Styrke . Sen i onsdags - 15 minuter på löpbandet gång (hastighet 6 km/t) -sen 15 minuters löpning (10,2 km/t) sen 30 min gång (6 km/t). Alltså inte gång GÅNG men promenad. Inte världens hårdaste pass - men svettig blev jag i ...
Det vore väl bra. Att skapa en buffert från i år att ta av nästa år - så att i fall det blir en lika kass vinter som vanligt då så kan man fylla på med lite härlig vinter från i år? ...
Det flöt på bra på jobbet! Hade nog nästan den bästa dagen hittils (och det säger en hel del) - hade rent av roligt flera gånger under dagen i går. Kom hem - kastade i mig ett par mackor - kastade in ett par tvättar i maskinerna - kastade iväg ...
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