the longing

the longing is a pain
a heavy pressure on my chest
it rarely leaves
and my day becomes a quest
to try not to think about her
and all that she brings
forget about her magic
all the beautiful things

surely there are other things to life
but i can’t think of one single thing
that matters more
than just to see her
just to see her
her smile
her touch
her smell
her laugh

the longing a friend
a way to stay close
and feel like she’s here
and feel like she knows
that when i say i would die for her
it's not just words
i really would
and to make the world a safer place for her
well i believe i really could

surely there are other things to life
but i can’t think of one single thing
that matters more
than just to see her
to see her

her tears
her sorrow
her faults
her doubts

i love them all


by E

explain this optical phenomenon

I was looking through a bunch of pictures I found on my phone when I saw this one:



I had to think for a while what it was and why I'd taken it. Then I remembered that I took it around Christmas at the Lech Walesa Airport in Gdansk. The funny bit is the benches. They had these tiny holes in them. And if you looked through the holes in one bench and there was another bench behind it, the holes in the first one looked really big. Or maybe the first one made the holes in the back bench look big. I don't know. Some holes got bigger in any case. I find that interesting.

that's the fellow

the visitor


For a while now, I've noticed that someone is peeking in to our apartment. Typically, I'm working, eating, sitting by the computer, playing music or watching tv, when I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I look and see a bird outside. He's a white wagtail (se picture below). I see him trying to get in through our window or, as in the case just now, he tries to get in through our closed balcony door. When he sees me inside, he stops trying to get in we just look at each other for a while. Then he goes away for a few hours.

I don't know why he's doing this. I wonder what he would do if I were to let him in.

birthday celebrations


Dancing is one way to celebrate.


Music is another.


In the middle of our celebrations, my niece was suddenly also pregnant -with a stuffed toy chihuahua. She's convinced she's going to get our baby when it comes, by the way. She's going to name it after herself and keep it in her room. I think it's sweet that she'd rather have a clone than a sibling. Or a cousin for that matter.

b-day

Saturday is my 31st birthday. A true milestone in anyone's life, really. I'm really happy it's a Saturday, because I'm allowed to eat sweet things on Saturdays, like cake. I'll make my traditional banana cake.

I'll spend this birthday in the comfort of my own home, without any extravagant party, like the one I threw last year. Of course, as a reader of this blog, You're invited to come visit during the day. I'll give you a cookie or something for your troubles. That's as close to a party as I'll get this year.

I'm getting old.

i wanna live forever

I'm working this weekend. It's kind of by choice. My children (technically, they're my students, but I think I love them a bit more) are putting on their last Kulturama show this weekend. It's Fame the musical. I know I'm biased as hell, but I think they're spectacular.

If you wanna see them in action, come by Virkesvägen 21 today or tomorrow. It's bound to be worth it.

Times:

Saturday

Show 1: 13:00
Show 2: 19:00

Sunday

Show 1: 11:00
Show 2: 16:00

(Yes, I'm aware that I didn't write the times as am and pm, but the musical is in Swedish anyway, so if you have trouble figuring out the times you probably wouldn't enjoy it too much anyway.)

drive to nyckelviken

walk to vinterviken

on a night like this

Last night was Walpurgis Night, but unlike most Swedes, I went to see a completely different sort of fire. I went to see my old band, Sonic Negroes, play their first gig without me. It was bound to be emotional.

The guy who has been brought in to fill my shoes was a talented young guitarist who's name just happens to be Magnus and who just happens to live right in the building next to ours here in Nybohov. He looks like this:

The band hadn't played live for a while, and had to warm up a bit before getting on stage.

With the gig already in full swing, Moppe shows us all how it's done.

Hellman underwent his usual complete transformation as he let his stage persona take over his body for half an hour. This is never less than terrifying.

The new guy turned out to be really good. Which makes me happy. Really, it does. I wish them all the best! But I can't deny that I felt an itch to play for a second or so during the gig.

Walking to the tunnelbana to go home that night, though, I felt nothing but relief that I didn't have to go there the next day, lugging around equipment, etc. I always loved playing with the Negroes and I hope I left my tiny little mark in music history, but I guess this is where it ends. Thanks!