Archive for April 2010
Practice makes perfect
Posted on: April 30, 2010
Excellence is not an act but a habit.
The things you do the most
are the things you will do the best.
Marva Collins
Bounce, Bounce, Baby
Posted on: April 28, 2010
I had an awesome weekend!
Sunny Saturday breakfast with the boys followed by sushi with Maria in the city, Urban Outfitters shopping with my sister, summerish fruit drinks at home before the Last Bounce in Globen.
The BOUNCE crew have been kickin now for 13 years and have put the groove onto street dancing for so many people with their shows and summer camps, including myself and my sister Sara. The plot of their last show as a performance group was a trial against them, accused of being “sell outs” and “stealing street dance from the streets”. The “evidence” was made from flashbacks of them mixing all types of dance styles and moves.
Here is an interpretation of Benke trying to lay off the street dance cap for classic ballet.
And here is “another brick in the wall”
Many of you have probably seen this already, when Bounce started a flash mob phenomenon that spread all over the world.
After the show every muscle in our bodies were craving to let loose on the dance floor so we hit a really commercial dance spot club, knowing it would be a sure dance card to play.
9 years younger than me they didn’t raise an eyebrow to Sara’s under age ID but to mine, apparently, getting a bit old for this kind of place.
But who cares. We rocked the house.
Sunday, I waved my sister off, went for a walk in the spring sun and met up with my lovely friend Beatrice for a coffee at Vurma Café. My roomie popped in and we decided to go to the movies that night. The weekend ended perfectly crouched down in a cinema seat with friends.
I’ll miss these thing.
I’ll miss these people.
But most of all, I am grateful enough, to know that.
Fredagsmys
Posted on: April 24, 2010
Five boys in the house tonight. My roomies’ 10 year old cousins, chips, candy and coke. Movie night with the company of Rocky Balboa and Ivan Drago. Brings the men out of the boys and although it’s way past their bedtime they start doing situps from Micke’s shoulders (inspired by a scene in the movie) and try their luck on the chin up bar. We’ve just made their beds and made them brush their teeth and soon the Friday Fun is over.
Although, we all know, that doesn’t translate to Fredagsmys.
Tomorrow, a friend of mine have free tickets to a wine fair so I might check that out, before my little sister comes over for food and perhaps some more wine before going to the street dance performance, The Last Bounce. My friends are out so if me and sis are feeling bouncy we can always meet up.
Sunday I have a few loose plans with friends. I hear it will be sunny. It’s been a good week. I’ve got a feeling…that this weekend is gonna be even better!
God natt!
Steamroll
Posted on: April 21, 2010
- In: My Poetry
- 3 Comments
she tastes the wine and swallows
metallic sweetness down her throat
come tomorrow, lingering in the air
loosed up buttons, let down hair
a slip-up and and a slithering
roué, roar, row the boat
gently, down the stream,
seep, deep, reap the seeds you’ve sown
thoroughly, in your dream
#28. Arcade Fire – Funeral
Posted on: April 21, 2010
Artist: Arcade Fire
Album: Funeral
Country: Canada
Released: Sept 2004 in North America, Feb 2005 in Europe
Web: Arcade Fire Official Website Metacritic
Favourite tracks: Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) #2 (Laika) #3 (Power Out) #4 (7 Kettles), Crown of Love, Wake Up, Rebellion (Lies)
To quote an allmusic review: These are songs that pump blood back into the heart as fast and furiously as it’s draining from the sleeve on which it beats.
This is one of the best debut albums of the early 2000′s!
The taste of home made
Posted on: April 21, 2010
Going home for the weekend was a sweet treat, albeit with a few bitter pieces and a recognizable after taste. Personally, I couldn’t live there right now and probably not in the future either but you should never say never. Just possibly not.
It was the normal routine:
I arrive late on Friday night. My mom and our fellow neighbor Bosse come pick me up and in the car they ask if the trip went well and if all snow is gone in Stockholm. They say, it’s different in the big city of course.
At home we prepare some sandwiches and tea and my mom lit candles and we sit and talk until we admit that we are exhausted and hug each other good night and I crawl into my old, much too small, squeaky bed.
Saturday morning we have a big breakfast and usually the sun lit up the kitchen. After that, I am on my mother’s bike as quick as possible. It is just the best bike ever.
I meet up with friends. In this case, my best guy friend Fredric although I’ve always called him by his last name, Persson, which is strange these days since he has a new last name and a fiancée, a kid of 1 year and another on the way. His mom who saw me grow up was there too while we had coffee and ice cream in the spring sun.
They say, but after Lofoten you must be done with traveling?
I say, I’m just getting started.
In the afternoon I ride around on the bike. I decide to pop into another childhood friend’s house. Pernilla is cleaning. I totally mess up her routine but because she knows me and through all our differences, likes me, we have a life 2010 update and promise to call each other more often.
Saturday, me and my brother are spoiled kids again, arriving at a set up dinner table with a perfect roast, veggies and red wine. We compliment mom on her excellent cooking and although we are stuffed, she persuades us to try her home-made meringue ice cream with raspberry sauce. We slouch down like two bags of potatoes on the kitchen couch.
Saturday night I can either join my brother at some mutual friend’s house party, but knowing where it will end up, I decide to dodge into bed with a book.
Sunday is family time and that includes my Italian teacher so I walk to the other end of town (takes about an hour – that should give you an idea of how small it is) where he lives in an old red wooden house. He greets me on the porch and offers me a coffee – unless, he says with a sneaky smile, you prefer a glass of wine? I smile to agree to his offer.
Lofoten! he exclaims, then I must come visit! I have come to return Italian books that has been laying on my shelf for a year, still he manages to send me off with two new ones.
I promise to keep the Italian up.
Off to more family time, I meet up with my uncle who is doing much better now and the rest of my family. After a precious dinner, with great talks and hugs, my mom once again, takes me to the station, making sure I have something to snack on.
I snack on the bittersweetness that is home.
In between worlds
Posted on: April 16, 2010
My mind is in traveling mode, but me, I’m almost home.
Little furry buds ready to blossom
Posted on: April 14, 2010
- In: Happy Days | Inspirational
- 1 Comment
I dreamt of great whales whipping their tails on the surface of the pond, beneath my window. Like the ones I used to see in South Africa. Like the ones I will soon see in Norway, but this was here, in a southern Stockholm suburb. In the dream, I reached for my camera but the view was moving and I had to hurry to get the shot.
I woke up. My camera was by my bedside. But the whales were gone. The pond was there though, and the morning sun shone bright on its surface.
My other roomie, was talking to his brother in the kitchen. I glanced at the time. It was 7 a.m in the morning and he had just come back from Finland, to stay here again, with us, at least on the weekends.
Not that it makes any difference since I’m moving out soon. People come and go, just like the days of our lives…
Later today, sun still shining on the pond, I had a walk and talk with a new friend, someone who just like me, had been hidden in snow all winter, but had come out to play, to tell me once again, that there is still so much to discover.
And although it isn’t Love that fills the air, it is Happiness,
and little furry buds ready to blossom.
Motivation vs Inspiration
Posted on: April 12, 2010
Motivation är när du får grepp om en idé, och bestämmer dig för att fullfölja den, inspiration är när idén får grepp om dig, vilket också kommer att lotsa dig rätt.
My translation:
Motivation is when you grasp an idea and decide to pursue it. Inspiration is when the idea grasps you and that, is what will guide you through.
I feel it really is time to move soon. It feels like I am saying so long to people, as if all my to-do’s are done.
I told the cleaning lady I am leaving. I didn’t know how to explain fully in Spanish so I sent an e-mail where I could look up the words and stuff. I attached pictures of the place where I’m going so that she could see for herself.
She replied with the cutest message written in the cutest broken Swedish, saying she was really sad to hear the news, although happy for me, she wondered who she would speak to now when her best amiga sueca was gone. But I’ve promised to stay in touch and one day come visit her and her family in Chile.
The next day at work she gave me a gift.
It was a coffee cup set and Chilean chocolates. She said now I could have my coffee and think of her and the way we always joked about “el cafecito” in the morning.
Te quiero mucho, we told each other with a hug.
Another friend, another coffee and a walk across the bridge with an almost warm evening breeze and light feet, ready to run, full of energy and much more me, made it clear that I’m done here.
I’ve booked my trip up to Lofoten. 20 hours on a direct night train + a bus and some ferries and I’m there. It was dead cheap! (418 SEK = 55 USD) and that is in a sleeping car. A normal seat was half the price but I figured I could allow myself the luxury to lay down, seeing it is such a long trip and flying would have been much more and worse on the environment.
It’s about the journey, not the destination.
And I’ve always loved the ride!
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