THE BIG MOVE

I'm here now. No more blogger. Thanks

I WANT TO GO KITESURFING!

What's the craic?

Roish, so I haven't been here for ages. And I don't think I will appear here for another while, cause I'm moving to another Web Space at some point. Just after I finish putting all of my CDs on to external HDD, use those CDs in some artwork, finish 2 other crochet projects I started, sort out my head a bit and start kitesurfing again.

I haven't kitesurfed since Achill Competition. Which was... a while ago. There was a story before about my 7m - that is still in non-working condition, but is just about to get fixed. And there's no point going out on my 11m to be underpowered in gusty, freezing wind.

There you go. I've been out snowkiting one day though. And I have tickets booked for Tampere, FI, to go snowkiting with my Latvian friends in February. I've heard there's some snow coming towards Eire - so i might just pack up my snowboard and 11m and find a field somewhere in the coldest part of Ireland. That's if it holds until weekend.... Great thought though.

Here's a pic. It was fun. And I bought a helmet cause I thought I was going to jump and do stuff - but believe me it's soooo hard to do with the skis... It's like jumping off the toeside. I still haven't figured out how to pop!

And just to make me quite happy about it - I watched DIMENSIONS (on replay, about 8000 times) - and even snowboard folks say they can't figure out how Bjorn Kaupang does what he does. The video is sweet anyway - for gals that is. So much waffle from the cutest guys in snowkiting. Guys will come back for Entropy and Something stronger though - as there's way more action there.

Tá tá

Now...

... Last exam left... and I will come back to life...

Word of the week

OSTENTATIOUS - os ten ta tious -
1.
characterized by or given to pretentious or conspicuous show in an attempt to impress others: an ostentatious dresser.
2.
(of actions, manner, qualities exhibited, etc.) intended to attract notice: Lady Bountiful's ostentatious charity.

Latvian girls wear heels walking through the snow.

Latvian girls wear heels walking on ice.

Latvian girls wear heels walking on sand.

Latvian women will tell the price when it's too expensive. Irish women will tell the price if it's too cheap. I'm talking about marginal goods here.

The family in Latvia may not own the place they live in but they might own a Lexus and a full closet of D&G attire (bought on hols in Turkey).

Latvian women like to note the fact that even the pack of tomatoes was bought in the most expensive grocery shop. This is quite a cool fact. While some people in Ireland would consider M&S or Superquinn expensive, some might know of Fallon & Byrne which is not technically a supermarket, and a few other expensive D4 places to buy food in. In Latvia there are fancy supermarkets. The products are EXACTLY the same as in Tesco equivalent, but the price tags are three times bigger.

Latvia is fun. People are not vain. People are too ostentatious. I'm having so much fun here.

P.S. Oh yah. Girls wear ski suits to supermarkets in winter just because they're Spider ;)

I'm here and then I'm kinda not

Roish... so I haven't been here for like aaajes... Don't think there's much information missing anyway... except of absolutely amazing Kings Of Leon concert in a new O2, which had to be on the other blog... but I wasn't really bothered writing about it cause photos were more important.

Then my essays and college doesn't matter most of the time anyway.

MY TRIP TO Latvia mattered from the seond I bought the tickets. It took me 15 minutes to put all the stuff into a suitcase (navy-blue Samsonite with a Kite Party sticker still on it if you please, the most marvelous peace of equipment I own after my kites, as it can fit my life into it). Record. I even didn't have to sit on it. But I forgot the ski pants so I had to open it, strap them in and then sit on it. I'm terrible at packing - thankfully my worried mum will be doing that for me on the way back. Packing iis not something onne inherits. Obviously.

Anyway. Poetic stuff. I decided to read TWILIGHT by Stephane Mayer on the plane - and it's the most interesting, intense and mesmerising book I've read, since ever probably. I mean - I ignored a few phonecalls, dinner and sleeping hours just to finish it. It's brilliant. Read it. But make sure you have plenty of time in yer hands.

KITING. Snow-kiting! Yeay! I though I'd never get to it. As it seems I have a strange ability to melt snow wherever I go. There's no hidden sarcasm or intentional humor here. LAst year I went to Helsinki for snow-kiting - no wind no snow. The year before I went to Riga for a few days just for that sole purporse and all teh snow was gone the day I arrived - with it all coming back the day I left.

Equipped by the pair of pink skis (yah laugh at me if you want - fav colour right?), amd 07 Vegas (and it was canry yellow - nice combination huh?) and the ProLimit harness that perfectly matched my ski suit I was finally cruising around Aluksne Lake. Maybe it had a different name - but it doesn't really matter. There were only a few penguins (ice fishing guys) around - so the surface was smooth and further back covered in the softest snow I've seen in ages. There were a few dangerous cracks on the surface - which felt a bit dangerous - but hey - I have a kite roish? I think I've been around for around three hours. Quite stupidly believeing I would be trying raileys and all before the first hour passes - I bough a helmet and was already complaining about not having a suicide leash or any leash in fact on teh harness. My frend just smirked at me. In reality it took me an hour to be cruising around comfortably (kite down not at 12 o clock and pushing teh harness up to my ears) and getting used to the fact that "teh board" is always pointed toeside and cut in half. There's no traction either. So how the hell can I even jump??? Eventually I did a jump. Remember your first attempts in jumping with a kiteboard? Well. It's harder and it takes more time. You don't have a welcoming surface of turqiuse blue water or brown water (insert beach names yourself) - here I had solid ice. Snow was hardly 2cm thick.

I did it though. It was probably 5 cm away from the ice - but I was scared non-shootless. But I'm going back. And I set the aim to try and do a backroll by the end of my hols. That means I have to pass through jumping stage first though. So tehre's pretty much to aims there. Wish me luck.

P.S. Photos don't work. Mums computer doesn't like my laptop. And yes it's switched on. Yes, USB is plugged in. And yes, I'm sure the PC is plugged in.

Here's a New Years wish. In translation: have fun! It's gonna be a cool year. Literally.

Q practising

I had to write an essay on Neil Jordan's work, so I got a book in the library in our college.

And I found a Die Bahn ticket right in the middle of it. Die Bahn - Deutche Bahn?

I was just wondering where the ticket was to? It's price is 40 quid, and the terminal it was bought at was in Dresden. Was it purchased by a German student in our college? Maybe it was the German librarian who took the book for the personal interest? Or was it an Irish student travelling to Dresden? Ryanair flies to Dresden. For cheapo. Irish student on a travelling trip, or German student visiting parents? Friends?

Although the ticket was paid for by VISA. So barely a student is it? Although it's DBS, might as well be. Part-time or Full-Time? Film Studies or Journalism? Was it he/she? Writing an essay or preparing for exams, or just a general interest.

Maybe he/she gave it to a German friend who was interested in Neil Jordan's work?

Why would you take a study book with you if you're on a travel trip? So, probably someone German then. Where can 40 quid take you from Dresden? ...