i have gotten myself a proper blog.

 

 

now that's where the stuff happens :)

This is me today. At 11:35 I walk down Universitet to catch the subway, while i see blinking sign for time is not blinking, so check the bus time table and think i will catch 540 to Bergshamra and then take 509 home. But 540 does not come, so I got down to subway again, and I miss my train exactly, so have to wait 10 min. I get off at Danderyd (apparently from there I have two choices of bus, 509 or 177 home), and was going to take the 177, but could not find the bus stop, and I see 509 coming to I hop on it, and when it starts driving I realize this one goes the opposite direction. -_-' Make note that this is quite out in the suburbs already, and I panic, like damnit... what do I do now, when the bus stops at Mörby where I get off at. I look at possibilites of getting home. I can take the same 509 the right direction, or.. there's 607! 607 stops also close to my house and I thought it was a faster bus than 509, so I wait 10 min for 607... but but, how i was wrong. 607 drives past the whole of Sollentuna (v. far up north swedish suburb) before coming to my house. So. At 13:15 I step into my home. Exhausted and damnly pissed off. This trip should have taken 5 min by car, took me almost 2 hours!

 

I have grown a fear for public transportation now. It is so exhaustingly boring. Today I didn't even have a mobile, a pad, or anything at all I could read/play with, I just stared out into nothingness trying to think. Oh, I'm so sick of thinking. Alone is not fun. Also, desperately needing to pee all through the journey does not precisely help either. I gave up. If life wants to mess with me, there's nothing I can do, is there?

i went to the art exhibition today which was a ode to DOTS.

 

 

found the artist yayoi kusama's art movie "flower orgy" pretty interesting.

heaps of dot painted bodies having sex in various ways, all in silence. artistic or madness?

 

"i paint polka dots on the bodies of people, and with those polka dots, the people will self-obliterate and return to the nature of the universe" is what she said.

 

maybe... but whatever the case. i love dots. they are amazing.

 

 

a love of friendship and something more

this unique sensation never encountered before

a subtle warmth not passionately burning

yet strongly never fading

embers of understanding

touches the deep parts of our souls

a connection not a flash of lightning

but something more lasting

like a breeze that never stops blowing

gently pushing our boat, heading

into the vast oceas of destiny

there's no storm, no thunder, and no hurricane

we will peacefully drift on the wings of time

let it carry us to levels we never imagined possible

may this be the different solution we've been seeking

may this be our own special solution to loving

 

 

[just curious. who actually reads this blog?]

clarion hotel is the new replacement for lydmar. lydmar, for those of you who's not familiar with the term was a amazing hotel in stockholm, where free soul-ful live concerts was always a-happening in their tiny but oh-so-beautiful stage and bar. filled with sophisticated people all trendy and aware in the good way.

 

i went to clarion hotel for the first time tonight, just one day back home in stockholm. maya azucena had a acoustic soul gig and it was unbelievable!

the stage was by a panorama window overlooking the river of south stockholm, with bridges and motorways interchanging and interlocking with the subway....and maya's voice was like WOW. she switched between soul, rap, freestyle... made us sing with her. she had this powerful strength and i was mesmerized. everything was pretty... her voice, the surrounding, the peoples. it was a whole new environment, so different from warwick, and made me realize i really had missed cities. i look forward to more small independent gigs. 

 

the night ended with "hallelujah", and i ended with her cd which she had signed for me:

 

"janie - always believe!"

 

you bet i will.