Hello stranger!

Sorry, this blog is no longer up and running. However, you are free to poke around my archives. Find my current blog here.

Sunday, 20 March 2011

FINAL WARNING

My blog has moved here. No more posts on With My Head in the Clouds. x

Friday, 25 February 2011

calling all followers!

Just in case you missed my previous post, I've now shut down this blog. Find my current blog here.

Thursday, 17 February 2011

a final goodbye...

... to this blog.

Yes, the time has come.

But fear not, dear friends. This blog contains two years' worth of my drabbles, and I will not throw all that to waste. So once I post this entry I'll put up a header directing you to my new blog.
Then I'll turn off comments (so all your shock should be expressed at my new blog instead of being posted here). This blog will remain online for the unforeseeable future, as a bit of a nostalgia kick for me, mainly.

Why a new blog, you ask. Quite simply because I feel as though I'm dragging along two years of my past every time I post here. I need a change. (More reasons in the first post at my new blog.)

I look forward to seeing you at
Everything Brighter!

x and forever yours, Iida

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

valentine


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Some Valentine's Day musings. A few days ahead, because that's the way my brain works.

Picture by the wonderful Caitlin McGauley.

Sunday, 6 February 2011

more heartaches




My favourite albums of 2010.

Anna Puu: Sahara
Antti Autio Trio: Vieraita kankaita (EP)
Belle and Sebastian: Write about Love
Corinne Bailey Rae: The Sea
LCD Soundsystem: This Is Happening
Minä ja Ville Ahonen: Minä ja Ville Ahonen
Nouvelle Vague: Couleurs sur Paris
Pariisin kevät: Astronautti
She & Him: Volume Two
Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross: The Social Network
Vampire Weekend: Contra

midnight

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Something scribbled into my notebook last night.

Friday, 4 February 2011

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

storytelling

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I dreamt of a house last night, a house with paned windows and tiny stairways and shadows slowdancing on the floor. I knew I was dreaming but it felt like a home.

I've been reading
Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino. This is the final passage I read last night before falling asleep:

Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say.

Click pictures for sources.