Showing posts with label Blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blog. Show all posts

Friday, 5 September 2014

Hiatus

Hi,

It's been a while since my last post and the while will continue. I've loved having this public diary of my life, especially last year, but now it's time for other projects. If this picks up again, it'll be much different. More reflective and discursive perhaps.

I've just returned from Mongolia, and you can see some pictures of that below. Now, I'm thinking about plans to trek through Georgia and Azerbaijan next year after graduation, and after that to return to Iceland -  hopefully for good. 

Lots of love,
Fiona.

Saturday, 20 April 2013

What's the point of blogging? Why I blog

On my last post, someone left an anonymous comment.

“I'm curious, who is this for, if anyone? I do something similar, but it's very private, I show it to very few people. I could never publish it like this for anyone to see, it would limit what I would feel comfortable writing too much.[...] But yeah what is your objective in writing it, what do you get out of it?”

So, Anonymous, here is your lengthy and discursive answer.

[The short answer is: “This is largely for me but it’s public so my friends can see”]

Why blog on a weekly basis in the way that I do?

  • To remember. Simply put, my weekly “/numbered/” posts are supposed to be a documentation of my life in 2013. I’m doing it so that I can look back one day and remember this year, both for posterity and because I have a bad memory which I want to train up. It’s all about documentation.
  • To live in the now, accept my changeability and not be neurotic about it. Writing weekly posts takes away the pressure of making statements of universal truth, when they will most likely actually become void after a few months. And this way you can see what things stick over time - Scandinavia, for instance!
  • To improve my photography skills and expand my photographic vocabulary. Photography is something I value highly and consciously focus my entries here around. But the fact that I struggle once I have no photos to write something engaging and interesting is something I really do have to work on and am looking forward to doing.

Why blog in public?

  • To get better at expressing myself more clearly and thereby force myself to start thinking objectively and thoroughly. This is a crucial element , and one of the primary reasons for this blog being public: it compels me to make sense of my life.
  • To resist the urge to go off on tangents. Though it isn’t a very focussed blog as it is, it is at least somewhat centred around me and my development.
  • To keep in touch. This is plainly a very pragmatic reason, but with friends scattered across the globe from Canada to Japan, it’s an important consideration.

Why blog at all?

  • To be able to have a space where I can speak freely. The things I say here are not necessarily what would you would hear if you had a conversation with me. Conversations can be skewed by social convention or the desire to assimilate with the person you’re talking to. It's a blank slate where I can figure out what it is I actually think and what is actually important.
  • To reflect on what my thoughts and decisions say about me. I hope that by charting my life on a weekly basis, I’ll be able to recognise patterns in order to decide whether my actions match my aspirations and values.
  • To appreciate my wealth: of experiences; of love; and, let’s be pragmatic, of means. That is something which I - like most people - seriously struggle with. Thankfulness, then, in short.

Who is this for?

I have always said this blog was just for me. That was partly for all the reasons I listed above, which still hold, but also because (apart from Ellie) literally nobody read my blog for a very long time, so it had to be for me. If it had been for somebody else, this would have died a long time ago.

Recently, though, more and more friends have been contacting me to say that they read what I write here. It’s really heart-warming somehow, and while I’m not really sure why that's happened, it’s made me realise something.

Though at its core, the act of documenting my life is still just for my sake, the reason that I put so much effort in (into the design, to the photography, to the words) is for those who read.

So there you go, hope that's answered the question. It's good to figure these things out!

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Sunday, 12 February 2012

the further north i go

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Photo by Anne-Lise, a French school teacher who I met volunteering for the Red Cross in Christmas of 2010. She has a wicked sense of humour, patience and a strong sense of self.

Iceland changed and saved my life in more ways than I can go into detail here. I could never quite explain what it means to me, but here I shall try. By quoting myself. 

“A symbol and theme throughout my life has been that the highest form of joy and achievement is to be myself all of the time, and I have often said that the further north I go, the more I can do exactly that.”

“In the overwhelming love I felt for a number of people I met in Iceland, it’s easy to look over the love I feel for Iceland itself. It’s so honest. I would like to go back and discover its power. Escape the cities and just run and swim and roll and laugh and lie and chew the cud in the fervent mountains and rivers, lakes and shores, caves and grassy banks and soaring arches and watertumbles, fjords and faults and cliffs and endless sunshine.”

“I’m so full of inspiration and energy and just… joy! I can’t remember the last time I felt like this… Coming back from Iceland, I am so inspired and uplifted as if I feel like I’ve just taken a deep breath, like the air in my chest is fresh as mountain air and my speech is all in sheer italics. I feel like the grey film from my life has been shifted and lifted and wiped away and now I can see the cloud forests in Madagascar and the sweet dew in the morning breeze and like I’m walking on clouds and silver linings are all around and all other saccharine thoughts and clichés are cushioning my step.”

“Apart from anything else, I think I love this country because I sometimes feel like Iceland: remote, unlike anything else, sometimes overseen yet unexpectedly explosive and troubled, beautifully complex, ruled by nature, creative and full of impossible dreams, always changing (literally), full of oddities and fucking awesome.”

I haven’t even mentioned the elves or Retro Stefson or the yellow lighthouses or the weird obsession with liquorice or the alcohol which tastes like dust and piss and cough syrup or the wind chill factor or the smell of whale or the volcanoes or the hitchhiking or the opera singers and Viking cowboys and prison guards or the Blue Mountains and the mountains of waffles or the green smiling faces or Babalu or the waterfalls or the moon or the hot tubs.

Eugh. Splurge.

What is my life.

Monday, 20 June 2011

Obsession

I know I should stop ogling my blog design but I can’t.

 

I was supposed to read three chapters of Freud’s ‘Civilization and its Discontents’ and of ‘Effi Briest’, as well as working through a chapter of ‘Teach Yourself Norwegian’ and one of ‘Learning Icelandic’. I’ve done one and a half Freud chapters, and a hell of a lot of blog-ogling. BAWWW.

 

I have a job interview tomorrow at Topshop. I don't think I’m going to get it but I’ll try my best.

In the terrarium

Have you noticed? Can you have missed it? That’s right, a new blog design has landed! I distinctly recall saying I had no idea why I would ever want a change, but it turns out that seven months is long enough (updating the header wasn’t enough). I needed a change, for inspiration’s sake, if nothing else! The colours weren’t exactly uplifting – just really sombre, and moody and sort of murrelsome*. That is not in any sense of the word a word, but somehow it describes how that blog design felt to me. I loved it, and still do, but – HEY -- SKELETONS!

Enough of dwelling on the past! Hey! Skeletons! Skeletons, dried flowers, rocking chairs! Extinct  carnivorous marsupials, vintage dressing tables, bell jar terrariums! What more could you want?

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This new blog mixes the macabre with some more vibrancy, which ain’t nothin’ bad. I decided against the first (middle) colour scheme (which you can see in action here on my blog design tester page) because I did want something less soporific. I’m interested in what you think of the result. Is the colour scheme too mixy-matchy? Is the eye attacked by the clashing designs? I like the clashing. It’s like listening to Minor Threat and Pearl & the Beard at the same time. Which is something I would like to do.

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As you can see my new blog ‘subtitle’ is ‘in terra(rium) incognita’.

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The reason I picked that name is probably way too complicated, but it draws on the old phrase ‘terra incognita’ which refers to uncharted parts of the world, though now that everything is charted, it refers to uncharted areas of other fields of research. To me, it refers to the fact that Thule (another world for Iceland, and the origin of my blog name) remained ‘incognita’ for a very long time, indeed that is one of the things which drew me there to that easily overlooked island. I sometimes feel like Iceland: remote, unlike anything else, sometimes overseen yet unexpectedly explosive and troubled, beautifully complex, ruled by nature, creative and full of impossible dreams,  always changing (literally), full of oddities and fucking awesome. So many parts of myself remain uncharted and this blog is a way of charting them.

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The terrarium part stems from the fact that the blogosphere is a utopian microcosm of society, often prettied up and improved upon (which is not a bad thing – if you can present to the world your ideal self, you are constantly affirming to yourself that you can be and already are that ideal self), just as a terrarium is a little bit of a whimsical, idealised, tightly controlled natural environment. I record so much of my life here that it is like my own personal terrarium.

The image was taken in the same time and place as the previous banner:

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Dancing on bouncy moss during 11am sunrise yoga in the peaks of Iceland. Probably one of the happiest moments of my life.

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This font has remained because I love it so much. It’s called Two Turtle Doves.

The other font is a mixture of  two fonts called Rough Typewriter and Mom’s Typewriter.

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I think a part of me want to justify this design because I spent the last four hours doing this. Life, who needs a life? Time management, what’s that? What do you mean, ‘prioritisation’? You can’t just invent words, you now. You’re not George Bush. I had a lot of fun doing it, and this is my paltry form of art. I can’ paint or draw, but I do one mean blog design. I’m also pretty awesome at photo collages. Anyway, the sleepiness is getting to me and I’m going to toddle off to bed now. Hope you like me blog.

 

*I found out after googling this word that murrel is a type of fish. Oh well, it’s still a nice word. And shag is a type of bird so not all homophones need to have the same meaning! And hey, it’s a Himalayan fish. Doesn’t that impress you? A fish from the Himalayas!

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Monday, 25 April 2011

xxiv Two Beloved Blogs

One day I will catch up, promise. Today I’m recommending you to go look at these two blogs, one long-0time favourite and one recent love.

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Delightfully Tacky

Part fashion blog, part life blog, and sometime adventure in a Winnebago motor home blog.

Elizabeth’s is a charming and heart-warmingly genuine blog, interspersed with beautiful photos.

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Young House Love

This blog follows the  lives of John, Sherrie and their cute baby, Clara, a young family as they paint, furbish and DIY their home. I love the occasional snippets, be it Clara laughing at a ball or their dog, Burger, hijacking their duvet.

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Do you have any blog recommendations – or even a blog of your own?

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Pimp My Blog!

Ok, so that’s not a very inventive* title. Still, I wish to record how awesome my blog looks right now in case I ever decide in the future to change it.

Why I’d do that is beyond me, but here goes. For posterity’s sake.**

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It took hours.

Now I’m going to have a shower and maybe go for a bike ride. Pip pip!

*which I just spelled ‘infentive’, so kudos to my brain there…

**I do not know what that phrase means.