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If I go through my long list of opinions of how I believe life should be, having a broken gas tank in our boat does not exactly make it to the top three. But this is life, too! And the wind sings songs in masts and ropes and so it is.
Today my heart is on the right side of my chest. Life is simply too short and love too wild.
Hvis du ser godt etter vil du se en stjerne, der, helt på toppen. Det er en av få symboler på Sovjetisk kommunistisk styre i Tallinn. Sånn går det til slutt med systemer som ikke er laget for folk. De ender opp som en Instagram post, en gammel refleksjon som vi nærmest kan trekke på skuldrene og smile av. Ja ja, kan vi tenke, og kjøre videre. En dag skjer det samme med kapitalismen. En dag vil en av dine etterkommere forsøke å forklare penger for barnet sitt. Tålmodig og med dyp pust. Vi trodde jo det var riktig en gang, vil hun si. Bra, til og med. Ja ja.
So much time in front of a screen. I struggle to agree with myself that this is what I do. But when I have the chance to visit a print start, when the smell of paper and ink is even louder than the printing machines, and abstract forms and shapes and zeros and ones become something real that ends up in a person’s hand, it all makes sense for a little while. An old friend, a designer like me, once taught me to always keep in the back of my mind that the book or the magazine I’m designing will one day be a guest in someone’s home. I like that. As Ram Dass so nicely put it, we’re all just walking each other home.
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!
I dag heier jeg enda litt mer på havet. Og på de som plukker opp all dritten vi har kasta uti. Lager film på undervannsdugnaden på Nesoddtangen og drømmer om å dykke selv. #marinreparatørene #passionforocean #tavaha #nesodden #holdnorgerent
There are mornings when my mood is shitty and my worthlessness seems to start the day without me. On those mornings I have a method that always works. No, actually, I don’t. ‘Cause I’m human and sometimes being human is feeling shitty and that’s what I’m here for, to be in for the whole human experience and not just the fraction I think suits me the best. I’m also a privileged, white, rich, western male in my thirties, which doesn’t take away my right to feel however shitty or fantastic I might happen to feel on a particular morning, especially since I’m as much a child of a patriarchal, capitalist, human-oppressive, oil-greedy, shithole system as much as anyone, but it does give my complaints a sweet breath of perspective, and a possibility to connect with a greater circumstance than my own nose. Like you. Or a tree. Or the sea. And right now I’m watching a woman help another woman carry a kid in a stroller down some awkward steps, and the smile on her face, the one helping, the smile on her face.
So there’s this guy I know. Ok, it’s me. Every day I tell myself that tonight, tonight is the night where I’ll go early to bed. This morning the kids had to wake me up. And then there’s a whole day full of exiting stuff and birds and spring and talks and poetry and films and bills to pay and then it’s night and finally the kids are asleep and I’m not, cause I’m cooking or kissing my love or watching Killing Eve or laughing of my own jokes or working or writing this text. Why are there courses for everything, literally everything, only not for getting your distracted ass to bed? A course in miracles? If it was only about how a 36-year old man could go to sleep, pretty please. The Road to Enlightenment and how to be a Successful Buddha on Instagram in 3 Days, no, sir, thank you, sir, I’m here for the Learning How To Go To Bed-class. I think I’ll start there. Step by step, you know.
“Softness is stronger than hardness” – Pamela Hiley @norsktaijisenter
Today I’ve been annoyed and angry and pissy and grouchy and unreasonable and snappy and nasty and grumpy and surly and generally a stinking rat of a human being. And that’s ok.