Februar 2014

Top Ten Tuesday #16: REWIND – Theme Songs

I can’t imagine a life without music. Songs are the key to my memory. It is truly amazing what I remember when I hear a specific song, sometimes to the point that I get goosebumps or even start to cry because I’m catapulted into a specific moment of the past. Music is memories and emotions, the past, the present, an alternate reality, challenges and triumphs, happiness and sadness, friends, landscapes and journeys, love and hate, films, series, and of course, books …

My Shelves: 2004 vs. 2014 [Part 1/2]

Ever since I started blogging, it’s bugging me that I haven’t taken more pictures of my shelves over the years. I had so many different shelves and a million different arrangements since I feel like I’m reordering my books once a week to fit in all the new additions …

Irish is awesome! Popular songs in Irish even more so!

Ever since my first visit to Ireland in 2008, I’m obsessively in love with the country having returned multiple times. I just love everything about the Emerald Isle. A part of this fascination concerns the Irish language, Gaeilge. It is the first official language and therefore all street signs are written in Gaeilge (most of them have English ’subtitles‘) and many people have Gaelach names – and that’s a huge problem for a foreigner. Gaeilge just happens to be a language that is completely mental! Don’t get me wrong, I love it – how could I not, since my own name is Gaelach. But I just really don’t know what they were thinking when they decided on the spelling. It just makes no sense whatsoever. Don’t believe me? …

Creature of the Capitol

Creature of the Capitol – that’s not only the title of the bachelor thesis I’ve been writing these last couple of months, it’s exactly how I felt – a slave to the Capitol doing it’s bidding, writing, writing, … oh, have I mentioned writing already? No? Well, writing. 60 pages, if you want to know. Which you don’t because you’re probably sick and tired of my whining – at least if you follow me on Twitter. I really don’t know how my lovely ladies managed to cheer me on all the time. They were probably on their knees begging to let it be the 17th already while they tried to shut me up . . .