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Anyone read anything by the latest winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature,Laszlo Krasznahorkai?
I read his ‘Satantango’ some years ago.I liked it,an unusual style and structure but interesting and not too difficult to follow plot…I heard that some of his other novels are much more complicated!
Yesterday’s prompt was “heavy”, so I [fat-shamed this baby.](https://www.deviantart.com/tereyaglikedi/art/Inktober-2025-Day-9-Heavy-1250737731)
As I was on the train from a meeting (in which people had been waiting for 90 minutes prior to departure due to some kids on train tracks or something), I was catching up on the Chopin competition, and saw that it actually has a live chat. It’s a trip 🤣 I have never seen so many emojis and internet slang while listening to Chopin before. There’s such a whiplash between the formal tone of the competition and people in the chat going “Bruh, tf was that rubato?” Lots of drama as well (though someone said it was even worse during the Cliburn (another big competition) because then people could hate on the composers as well as the pianists 🙄) anyhow I didn’t follow it for long because it was going 50 cm per second (how do people even reply to one another? So glad for the slow chat. Even Discord is too much sometimes).
Speaking of Chopin competition, have you guys heard of Hayato Sumino? He was a Chopin competition finalist a while ago, and has since then become super famous not only for his classical performances but his own compositions and arrangements, too. I have tried to listen to his stuff a couple of times, but still don’t know if I like it. I saw he’s playing in Hamburg in next year, but I already spent so much on concert tickets for this year. So, I don’t know.
I was just having a look at the cooking subreddit, and someone says they don’t know how to cook their turkey for Thanksgiving because they threw away the package and don’t know how heavy it is, and now it’s already in the brine. I don’t know why you need to know the weight of the turkey to be able to cook it (maybe to know how long it should be in the oven? I would use a thermometer, but okay) and they have been given plenty of advice on how to determine the weight of an object, but what I don’t get it… Isn’t Thanksgiving in like 1,5 months? Nobody asked them why they’re brining the turkey already. Maybe I am wrong. How long do you brine a turkey? Maybe I should ask them.
Man, I have failed the challenge to not capitalize turkey every single time while writing this comment.
Have you seen that bleached eyebrow look that all the cocaine and ketamine fuelled fashion model it girls have had for the last couple of years? It looks so weird, I didn’t get why somebody would go for it. Usually no matter the look I can at least understand what’s there, what they might like about it even if I don’t, but with the bleached eyebrows I just didn’t.
But then I saw a woman with bleached eyebrows a couple of days ago and she looked amazing. She was extremely tall, dressed very stylish, and her face was unbelievably beautiful, at the same time looking both friendly and mysterious. Sharp quite androgynous looking bone structure, so much poise, a slight smile on her lips. Immediately when I saw her I was like “those bleached eyebrows look *so* chic”.
I guess what happened with the bleached eyebrow look is people see these one-in-a-million women who have just the perfect face for it, think they look amazing, and then figure out they should also jump on it. Only they don’t have that face, so they end up looking like an alien.
Anyway, I think I fell in love. If my life was a romantic comedy she’d be the one I’d start to stalk and accidentally on purpose run into in the grocery store and elevator and all the usual places. In a cute romantic way of course and not in a creepy stalky way.
I’ve been obsessed with making matchas a lot recently, (Wanting to make all the most viral ones I’ve seen online) here’s what I’ve tried.
Strawberry matcha
Biscoff matcha
Banana milk matcha
White hot cocoa matcha
Mango matcha (didn’t like this one that much, the two flavors clash too much)
Coconut cloud matcha cold foam (it’s alright, aftertaste is the major thing that kinda throws me off, but great low calorie option)
Tiramisu matcha
Today I made cinnamon roll matcha, but forgot the cream cheese frosting part of it and I don’t have any, still tasted good.
Theres a lot more though, I have some ideas of my own too, Yea it’s become my new addiction haha, I’ve stopped drinking coffee. Also I save a lot of money. Does anyone else like matcha?
Today is the culture night in Copenhagen, where a bunch of museums and institutions will be open to the public and have special events and tours. I’m meeting up with a friend, who’s going for the first time. I always enjoy the night, so I’m curious if he will as well
I just recently began my Finnish lessons as part of the integration program offered here. I’ve been in Finland for almost two years and I’m surprised at how much I can comprehend. Speaking is difficult, but I know that for most people, comprehension comes first.
If anyone is a language learning foodie like me, get your menus in your target language. I’ve been doing that for a while and it’s really helped. And don’t be afraid for sound stupid in basic, daily interactions.
Can’t wait to reach B2!
TIL that Egypt were supposed to take part in the first ever football World Cup (held in Uruguay in 1930) but ‘missed their connecting boat’ and so never arrived.
Anyway they have now qualified for the next World Cup, their 4th participation in the finals.They have yet to win a match.
I have one thing I irrationally hate.
And it comes earlier and earlier each year, taunting me with their disgusting forms from shop shelves, from illustrations, from flower pots and gardens.
First, they were a novelty Christmas figure. Then they got dressed up with flowers for spring, bunny ears for Easter, styled with leaves and pumpkins for autumn, striped orange and black for Halloween, and now they’re there, year-round, as shelf dust-gatherers, as door stoppers, as keychains, as Christmas tree ornaments, as garden decorations, as children’s books, as greeting cards, haunting you from every corner.
I’m talking, of course, about those hideous gnomes with giant hats buried down to their bulbous noses. With the equally distasteful name of gonk *barf*.
I love gnomes. I was fed a respectful diet of decent, good examples of gnomendom in the wonderful creations of Rien Poortvliet/Wil Huygen and Tony Wolf. Affable, with jolly cheeks and wooden clogs, hardworking and in tune with nature, spreading wisdom and cheer.
Worlds apart from these disgusting eyeless three-dimensional glyphs of soulless capitalism.
A pox on their very existence, on the marketing executive who came up with them, and on every tchotchke factory that floods the world with them. Humbug.