Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
I haven't spoken about acting for a while, nothing to say really. It's such a god damn bore to talk about acting. I've been in a few comercials, met some nice people, not that bad at all.
Anyway, how are you doing? Are you doing what you hope you would be doing right about now?
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Here we have a person pretending to be British (I assume so based on video description). And if this was in a movie, it would be shown in the same regard as when Jack Nicholson did his "You can't handle the truth" thing. In my opinion, this did it better.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Damn, so I went to my first payed acting gig as an extra in a
commercial, all green-screen stuff with 18th century theme, fantastic
and fun, but oh boy is that moment anxiety-inducing when you suddenly
think of things you could've done that would've made a particular
scene FANTASTIC and then you just feel like what you actually did was
shit because of that? Yea that feeling. You live and you learn though,
was also a U-Boat captain, what a sexy outfit!
Friday, February 3, 2012
to be able to, one day when I am sick of this, I'll go and become
"Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out."
Monday, January 30, 2012
Give up learning, and put an end to your troubles.
Is there a difference between yes and no?
Is there a difference between good and evil?
Must I fear what others fear? What nonsence!
Other people are contented, enjoying the sacrificial feast of the ox.
In spring some go to the park, and climb the terrace,
But I alone am drifting not knowing where I am.
Like a new-born babe before it learns to smile,
I am alone, without a place to go.
Other have more than they need, but I alone have nothing.
I am a fool. Oh, yes! I am confused.
Other men are clear and bright,
But I alone am dim and weak.
Other men are sharp and clever,
But I alone am dull and stupid.
Oh, I drift like the waves of the sea.
Without direction, like the restless wind.
Everyone else is busy,
But I alone am aimless and depressed.
I am different.
I am nourished by the great mother."
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
different kinds of movies. I was watching Lord of the Rings, fine
movie but it got a bit hammy at the end of the first film and it put
me off, proper aligator tears, not knocking the actors but I thought
that is the way actors act in those sort of films you know? I wonder
if that it how casting folks cast actors, PREFERRING people who act
like that, blatant acting, as opposed to say, Streetcar Named Desire
film? Like you wouldn't act the way you do in a film version of Death
of a Salesman as you would in, say, harry potter, or There Will Be
Blood as opposed to some random summer blockbuster films, say Twilight
I wonder though, I don't think it is necessarily that the actors are
shit, but ThAT IS ThE WAY ACTING IN ThOSE SORT OF FILMS ARE
"PRESENTED", what do you think? The idea is highly off-putting. Sort
of like american news casters, the way they talk, if you've seen or
heard one you have seen them all because they are all exactly the
same, it's like a plastic copy out of a mold of each other. Sad.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Well, I change my ideas of what to do constantly it seems, can't make my mind up. I met the most fantastic girl, maybe around march time this year, was supposed to go on a trip around asia together on a whim... didn't happen, she suddenly disappeared, imagine that. I wonder how she is...
Anyway, I've turned my plans from a nice hippy trip to something a bit more sophisticated, I re-modeled my wardrobe a bit (I suddenly remembered I really like buying shoes), started working out again, healthy 73kg, why not, usually a bit skinny naturally. Think I need to head west, I've been sulking so long in this dready place, acting in Sweden? Come on...
Now only to find somewhere to live. Anyone want to share an appartement's rent? :)
But listen to the music first, amazing isn't it.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Look at these pictures from Robert Doisneau, I don't know what to say. I love acting, now I konw I love life more. Acting and photography. One shows life, the other one captures it. It's amazing. What a terrific life to lead, acting and photography, wow. All I need now is to get off my ass, find a place on earth for acting. It's been a while now, Sweden, absolutely not. New York? Maybe. But how? Imagine running around streets photographing on the evenings, acting by night.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
liberate, it oppresses and I am the oppressor of the person I condemn,
not his friend and fellow sufferer. I do not in the least mean to say
that we must never pass judgment when we desire to help and improve,
but if the doctor wishes to help a human being he must be able to
accept him as he is, and he can do this in reality only when he has
already seen and accepted himself as he is.
Perhaps this sounds very simple, but simple things are always the most
difficult. In actual life it requires the greatest art to be simple,
and so acceptance of one's self is the essence of the moral problem
and the acid test of one's whole outlook on life.
That I feed the beggar, that I forgive an insult, that I love my enemy
in the name of Christ; all these are undoubtedly great virtues. What I
do unto the least of my brethren, that I do unto Christ. But what if I
should discover that the least amongst them all, the poorest of all
beggars, the most imputed of all offenders, yay that the very fiend
himself, that these are within me, and that I myself stand in need of
my own kindness, that I myself am the enemy who must be loved, what
Then, as a rule, the whole truth of Christianity is reversed. There is
then no more talk of love and long-suffering. We say to the brother
within us: "raka!" and condemn and rage against ourselves. We hide him
from the world, we deny ever having met this least of the lowly in
ourselves, and had it been God himself who drew near to us in this
despicable form, we should have denied him a thousand times before a
single cock had crowed."
Food for thought.