Friendship hors d'oeuvre.

Done working. Was a week of nice and fun times to be honest, except for the hard labor but it was a very nice change of pace. Mostly thanks to the boys I was working with, had a great old time, we laughed, have great little coffee breaks under the sun, had some fags and coffee... well I didn't smoke but you get the picture. I got to know three great new people whom I am afraid I won't really talk to that much anymore since the work is over but alas...

I love meting people randomly no where, either here or when I am abroad, have a great ol' time and unfortunately never see or talk to them again. But it is kind of bitter sweet too isn't it? You meet someone great, have a blast and then it's over and it's all just smiles and happy memories.

Flashed my mind for a second, all of these people that I've met.

The hobo in San Diego, he was fascinating. I wanted to give him 100 bucks before I left SD but I never saw him again. Wonder what he is up to now :) Would love to travel with him someday, just trash around.

My boiizz from Grand Hotel, the cleaning crew :) Love those guys, almost get a lump in my throat, a alligator tear in my eye thinking of all the memoraayz we've shared. Papagalo!

Remember that swedish old fella in San Diego as well while we're on the subject. I'll keep him as my little secret though.

And so on and so forth, this is what I want most out of life when I am 85 and just about to die if I get something even as an erection. Just brilliant stories and anecdotes to tell rather then being rich and famous like most people do. What's wrong with those people? I hope YOU are not like that.

Just realized school starts on monday.

Fuck Me.

New chapter in life. I wonder if kulturama will start that stanislavski class, i fucking hope so or else I'd be devastated.

Over and out.

Desktop Picture

My new desktop picture... as the titles says. Paintings fall neatly into the same category of poems for me, in the way that I like it a lot but I never go out of my way to find new paintings or poems. If I come across one that I like I love it and cherish it. Like this picture of a ballerina by Edgar Degas.

Wonder how he got the inspiration for this painting. Did he saw this ballerina somewhere? If so where and for what occasion?

What is the ballerina thinking about while dancing? It looks like she is having a great time. I see a hint of a smile and a care-free mode, like the world is alright at that moment when she is twirling. She looks pretty young too.

Good painting!

Ballerina by Edgar Degas

Hubble's Ultra Deep Field Picture In 3D

This is simply astonishing.

can't be bothered coming up with a title

why anyone ever would want to be a construction worker is fucking beyond me. i rather have a job fucking a poodle.

i am so knackered. kill me already. i got myself into a bit of a hassle the other day. you see we got builders working on our roof. the roof is in shambles as it turns out (more then we knew). and to be nice we give the workers some coffee and cookies, of course. my momz said to tell em' that the coffee is ready and they should have a quick break so i went down to em and told the head honcho this, he goes 'alright' and then quickly says 'hey, i've spoken to your dad and he says you don't want to work :)' and me being a true artist whom refuse to work as a peasant CUZ I AM AN ARTIST MUHAHAR said 'well yea, (i didnt go deeper into why, no point innit) not interested at the moment, and also i'm starting school in 2 weeks so... :)' and he then says (he fucking fooled me good, he got me hook line and sinker here this fucker) 'why don't you work with us here for as long as you can, say until school starts, you can start right now'. me being one not to turn down a opportunity like this i said 'well, why not, could do with some pocket money and save up for New York Film Academy or something' and off I went pleased that I am the only human on this fucking planet who can land a job without looking and doing it IN FRONT OF MY DOORSTEP

alas...

three days later, waking up 8 in the fucking morning til 5pm, working on the top of this house with the sun fucking blaring down on us while i am sweating like i am on a fucking desert i wish i could turn to him and say 'listen, the money i get for this, it aint fucking worth it, i'm fucking off and taking a cold shower' but i cant. cuz i can't quit. not a quitter.

the temp up there must be atleast 35-40 degrees. under ya is a totally black layer of tar or something to isolate the house from bad weather, and you have to haul so much fucking trash, i swear to god... there is a pile right outside that is so big, you could fucking build another house of it, and i hauled it all alone, in this weather. i have never hated clear blue skies and the perfect sun so much in my life. first thing in the morning i look for clouds, but all i see is a middle finger looking down on me

fuck me

my shoulders are burnt to a crips, my whole body is acking in pain, i feel like i've been working 72h straight, i got an X on my back from the fucking working overall i have to wear. looks like ive been wearing some kind of silly bikini top. i cant be bothered writing properly, and i havent had time nor any must to read any of my amazing new books that i keep dreaming about.

if youd seen how much water ive drank, no wonder there is a drought in africa, i am drinking all the water they shouldve gotten by now.

on the bright side, the guys i am working with are really really cool, lovely chaps, we fuck about and laugh while skin cancer is looming around the corner, mom makes us damn nice coffee food and i suppose i shouldnt complain. and this has only strengthen my love for acting which i now realized i cant wait to pursue.

you know of anyone that has gotten a job on their doorstep? no? thought so.
while i think of it, i also remember that i got an email from an casting agent asking me if i want to come to a comercial audition (which i didnt get) out of the blue as well, still i dont work

cuz i am an artist

time to watch John Barrymore in henry the 6th

not sure this post made any sense

Cars

A bit of a love of mine. Which is a bit strange considering I don't have a drivers license... yet. Am fully on my way of getting it now. Why did I wait so long? Story of my life. I am especially interested in old classic cars., like Jaguar E Type, the old ferrari looking cars. The old black gangster cars you see in Godfather with suicide doors, those kind of stuff.

I have never had any desire at all to be on a TV show like Jay Leno or Letterman or whatever. I love to meet them in person, but have no special desire to be on any sort of TV show like that. Never even put an ounce of thought into poxy shit like red carpet or Hollywood in general for that matter.

There is one show, one presenter (and one only) that I have a dream of meeting and being on. Jeremy Clarkson and his Top Gear. This man is absolutely special. I have enjoyed every single thing he has done. All his documentaries are amazing and I keep watching em' like the best documentaries I have ever seen. His presence and his style just fascinates me to no end.

Top Gear is the best thing on the tellie. Well I don't have a television and I don't watch it so I download everything but you get the idea.

Just watch this soliloquy from the last episode of the 13th series of Top Gear. Almost moved me to tears god damnit.



There are not a lot of people I have any special desire to meet. I have a few, most of them dead. Konstantin Stanslavski, Marlon Brando, Stella Adler, Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin, Albert Einstein. And now and for all times I can proudly add Jeremy Clarkson. Don't know how, don't know when, but I hope somehow I do get to sit on that couch driving a reasonably priced car and just have a laugh to be honest.

Enjoy, maybe we'll meet later Mr Clarkson.

Farting Preacher

I know most of you readers (No I dont, thank god) but I know you well enough to give you something on your level, something that you will appreciate. THE Farting Preacher. Enough with poems, shakespeare, philosophy for one day so I am hitting you where you are most comfortable with tits and asses. Enjoy bitches

Konstantin Stanislavski

What an amazing genius this man was. Truly a genius. I really wish he was still around so I could fly to The Moscow Art Theater and see him perform. Done reading Songs My Mother Taught Me by Marlon Brando a few days ago and started on Stanislavki's second book in the series of three, Building A Character. And I'll say it again, the man is a genius. His 'system' is to acting what Einstein's Theory of Relativity was to science. When I come across kids (because that's what they are usually, to be honest) and they don't got a clue who Stanislavki is I fucking laugh at their faces. Desperate idiots who got a hard-on for fame, the red carpet, money, houses and cars and don't really give two fucks about acting at all. Just a means to fame and cash. Makes me fucking vomit.

I got acting classes starting in September that is devoted to Stanislavski's 'system' of acting. It's 2h long, 12 times on Thursday evenings and I can't wait. A bit nervous of course but excited non the less. The question is though... is it going to happen at all? Because if too few people sign up for the class it won't start at all, which is a bit worrying. I've sent Kulturama an email (a week ago) still haven't gotten an answer as to the status of if it's going to get of it's feet or what. :/ And my favorite (but getting increasingly frustrated) bookshop Adlibris won't send me my books that I have ordered, a week ago that as well. I ordered a packet of 12 of Shakespeare's plays, the last book in Stanislavki's series of guide to acting, Creating A Character, and a classic book which I heard should be awesome, The Prophet by Khalil Gibran... Alas. Life.

John Coltrane - Autumn Falls (Jazz)

A little jazz for the people out there, John Coltrane - Autumn Falls.

Chillin at a café in Paris perhaps? Would be lovely.

Songs My Mother Taught Me

Truly one of the best books I've read. More then a biography, which it is, it's also a very good book in general, full of great anecdotes that made me at times laugh and loud and made me (with a nice song to accompany) shed a little tear as well, especially at the end.

If you like a good read, you know what to do. You will enjoy it. More great tips from the blog that keeps on giving!

B-Complex . Beautiful Lies

House tune of the day, what a great song!!

Laurence Olivier in Hamlet

Larry Olive Oil in an amazing scene from Shakespeare's famous play, Hamlet. We've all heard "To be, or not to be", even little kids know that line, which goes to show how great Shakespeare was/is. So, have a look at how one of the greatest actor's of all time plays out this scene, enjoy.

Kuroshio Sea

Most beautiful thing I've seen in ages.

Shakespeare Gives You Some Acting Tips

And when Shakespeare speaks, you better listen, it's a passage from Hamlet.


"Hamlet: Speak the speech I pray you as I pronounced it to you,

trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it as many of your players

do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the

air too much with your hand thus, but use all gently; for in the

very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion,

you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it

smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious

periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split

the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of

nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such

a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant — it out-Herods Herod.

Pray you avoid it.

First Player: I warrant your honour.

Hamlet: Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your

tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this

special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. For

anything so o'erdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end both

at the first and now, was and is, to hold as 'twere, the mirror up

to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image,

and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now

this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful

laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve, the censure of the

which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of

others. Oh, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others

praise and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having

the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man,

have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's

journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated

humanity so abominably.

First Player: I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us, sir.

Hamlet: Oh reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns

speak no more than is set down for them, for there be of them that

will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators

to laugh too, though in the meantime some necessary question of

the play be then to be considered. That's villainous, and shows

a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.

—Hamlet, (3.2.1-36)"

C’était un Rendezvous

Lovely classic by the director Claude Lelouch. Haven't seen any of his films (I think)... only one way to rid of that problem isnt it? Enjoy this little short one of when he put a gyro-stabilized camera on the front of a Mercedes S Class and a driver had fun going around paris with it. They then dubbed Ferrari 275 GTB sound to it.

Shakespeare #2

Found this little gem, thought why not share it among friends, haha!

Sakespeare

I have found a lot of Shakespeares work, maybe even all of them not sure, at shakespeare.mit.edu, great little page. Shakespeare is brilliant did you know that? I mean, not for nothing but there is a reason why we still, FOUR HOUNDREAD YERS AFTER HE HAS DIED, use his work. They really are magnificent and I am suprise that I even enjoy them the slightest.

I am not going to lie, the language get's in the way so reading and understanding the plays is really tiresome and hard work, I wish it was easier but alas. He really was a genius. I need to get me a few hundred pages of paper so I can print a bunch of the famous plays like Hamlet, Othello, Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth... etc.

I look forward to future acting schools or the like where they hopefully go through Shakespeare plays.

Cruise Control + Marlon Brando's Book

Not up to much these day not gonna lie. Parents coming back in a week and I do miss them dearly, especially my excentric wonderful mother, I wish I had a picture of her that I could show everybody but she is a little bit shy when it comes to these sort of things, hopefully later, when they get back home safely.

Life is on cruise control until August when school starts... that pesky pesky school. I say so because it's a crutch for me at this point, where I have to study and get points in order to be able to get into NYFA.

I am sometimes wondering if I should just be more realistic and start at something I can study in Sweden but then I take a good look around and say... fuck it. Do or die as they say. Acting classes starting in September though. They are going to teach us acting for beginners with Stanislavki's "System" which I've been reading, so it's amazing and I hope that will weed out the good from the bad. Let's face it, if you're a 19 year old twat who knows fuck all about acting you are not going to take an acting class with a strange name like Stanislavski... "Staniwhat?" Get some serious people in here, nice.

I got my damn book. And I had to go through hell and high water to get it as well. Since the book was printed in 1994 there was a very low chance of bookstores actually having them in, and I couldn't find it wherever I looked so I was starting to loose hope. Then I sent a little email to the wonderful people at Adlibris though and a kind woman actually sent me a link to an antique book site where I was able to find it finally. Was it the charm that did it who knows (probably not, but fuck it, if you can take free pats on the back do it).

I find the book indeed more interesting then I thought I would. I seem to identify with a lot of stuff he is talking about especially in the beginning where he is around my age. I am not sure If i like that or not actually, kinda creeps me out.

He says that he was always fond of watching people, and I find myself doing it a lot of times as well. I was once in a Starbucks in San Diego a few years back, having a bit of a break, taking a breather, when I saw this creapy looking boarderline hobo sitting maybe 2 meters away from this young beautiful asian girl. There were no words exchanged but his body language said it all for the next... half an hour, perhaps. I sat there watching him, watching her, for the longest time. The music that was playing in the backround, some sort of jazzy brazilian tune, was the perfect backround "music" for this "scene. I imidiately went back to the hostel to write this curious scene down in my little book I had back then. I love watching people. They say a picture says more then a thousand words but silence can say a million words.

What do you think he is thinking of?

The Song To Live And Die By

Alphaville - Forever Young, what else? If this tune doesn't make you feel all giggly inside, pump you up, make you feel excited, make you feel as if only the sky is the limit then something is wrong with you.

"Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while

Heaven can wait were only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever

We dont have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The musics for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won

Turn our golden faces into the sun

Praising our leaders were getting in tune

The musics played by the madmen

Forever young,
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat

Sooner or later they all will be gone

Why dont they stay young
Its so hard to get old without a cause

I dont want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And dimonds are forever

So many adventures couldnt happen today So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Forever young,
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever"

Forever and ever and ever.

Now dream away. Then fly away.

Thinking Big pt.2

If you know turkish, I know that you would love that wonderful poem. I also hope you had a heavy right hand and gave a few to the children's hospital...

Alas, the story goes on.

Super overwhelmed by this greatness sensation. The feeling that you got great ambitions and you can't wait to start doing BIG THINGS. School is starting this fall, I'm going to Åsö Gymnasium in Stockholm to up my grades, because NYFA requires a highschool diploma. Probably going to be there for three semesters or something, aka a year and a half out of my life... better be worth it this. All just to try to get that NYFA scholarship and get into their school, but hey, if I don't then so be it, I bet Kulturama will be nice too. Going to start off by digging my teeth into Philosophy, psychology, geography, and whatnot while at the same time getting my groove on with acting classes at 7pm in Kulturama, sounds like a good start for me!

Just found out as well about Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, saw the first episode and I CAN'T WAIT too see the rest. I really love the eastern style of building a story. They love and put huge emphasis on a score and music, which is right up my alley. Often times I don't even NOTICE a score in a western film, whatever it may be. Saw The Deer Hunter and The Seventh Seal the other day. Both amazing films, obviously, love De Niro and Mr Walken. I am so glad I came around to watch Ingmar Bergman's film The Seventh Seal, five minutes into the film I knew I was going to love it. Finally a swedish film that didn't fucking suck balls. No wonder he is a genius. But I digress, a score was largely absent. Didn't see hair nor hide of it. Come Asian films though, I am not sure how many soundtracks of theirs I've got in my computer but it's getting ridiculous, does the western director's don't even give a shit? Me Not Understandyy.

Alas...

I really enjoy Stanislavki's book "An Actor Prepares", a whole 300ish page book only on how an actor prepares, fuck me. Sometimes I am thinking "what the fuck am I getting myself into here with this" but damn at the same time I can't wait do just learn and do it. Stella Adler's book "The Art of Acting" was equally amazing If you are a young wannabe acting student and you haven't read this books then you better get cracking boy. Stanislavki technique is to acting what Einstein's Theory of Relativity is to science, get me?

I suppose the main topic of this post is score (again) so I'm going to leave you with this CLASSIC zelda tune, let the thingy load and just listen, ah brings back memories of my gaming days, what made me to be honest, cheers...

http://www.lanpartyguide.com/zelda/zelda64textures.html

Great Ormond Street Hospital

If you got a few spare dollars, let's try to donate a few to Great Ormond Street Hospital. They take care of sick children. I don't want to write too much, I get too sad seeing and talking about sick children.