A friend of a friend posted (or liked or shared or whatever) this picture on Facebook. I don’t know where it’s from but I thought it was really creative and cute.
the groove is in my heart
and tonight I will dance it out
and leave an angel of sweat on the floor
At least you can travel back through your memories..
… and also, traveling shows can be an alright compromise..
I’ve recently discovered the show An Idiot Abroad and I’m equally amused and perplexed. Karl, the guy traveling around the world, is not exactly an adventurer and his attitude is less than enthusiastic. But he does have a lot of hilarious comments and this very simple kind of wisdom; the kind that could be confused with ignorance but really is not. Ricky Gervais is the surprisingly mean puppeteer who makes sure the reluctant traveler is confronted with the more challenging aspects of meeting other cultures and although I feel bad for Karl, it’s really entertaining.
Jonathan Safran Foer – Tree of Codes
As you explore the layers of fragmented meaning…
This book is brilliant.
i wasn’t expected to
so i did
and by doing so
i ended up in a place
where what i did
was just the thing
i was expected to
I felt inspired and motivated – by life, by my heart and very much by all you other bloggers who have made long lists of adventures and accomplishments to come in 2013. So I made a list of my own.
May all your lists manifest and your lives become fuller, happier and more adventurous
– and mine, too :)
I honestly can’t think of anything to say about this track that would do it justice. Or maybe I’m just too tired right now. But I can’t believe I’ve never heard it before until today.
I feel enriched.
so it’s building up around you and inside you and it’s rising and flowing faster and catching fire that threatens to suffocate the joy that is in your heart
and the anger turns to hurt turns to confusion turns to numb turns to a decision to transform the pain and set free the bubbles forming in your brain
so you shake it and let it twist you around and into something new and every single motion is a celebration of transformation into the love that is you
and you dance it out
once in a while i kinda wish that life happened as it does in one of those romantic comedies. you just know that no matter how much everything seems to unravel around you, with the help of the universe (and the writers), it will all suddenly turn around in the most magical and unexpected way. epiphanies will happen, mistakes will be corrected, the rain will stop and cue the upbeat music to which you and the man you love will walk off into the sunset. nothing but happy endings.
not that i’m unhappy at all, i just think that whoever wrote my script kinda missed something. minor mistakes but with unfortunate repercussions. like accidentally turning a period into a question mark. that can really mess things up.
i’ve tried to lay off my writer and just write the damn script myself. i’m pretty sure that’s what i’ve been told; i’m the writer of my life. turns out occasional teamwork is required.
luckily i’m a very
patient positive stubborn person. it’s no big deal.
oh sweet fiction, when will you be mine?
This weekend I was off from work and some friends had convinced me to participate in the Copenhagen Pride parade. For various reasons, I’ve never watched the entire parade but I have joined the parties going on in the Pride week a few times. I’ve never considered walking in the parade myself, mostly because I’m not actually gay, but when my friends suggested it, it seemed like the obvious thing to do on a sunny Saturday.
We met at the starting point at 1pm – me arriving in a cab because I was late as usual and couldn’t be bothered with stressing in overheated busses on such a beautiful day. The place was buzzing. This years parade was apparently the biggest ever with more than 80 different groups, each with their own truck or bus, fabulously decorated and with music blasting, elaborate costumes and confetti canons.
For a while we walked around, trying to find the group my friends had decided to walk with – me with a beer, my camera and a huge smile. The atmosphere was amazing, everyone buzzing with anticipation, getting the final preparations done and admiring each others costumes.
The Rainbow Vikings
– I don’t know why but every time I saw them, my inner jukebox started playing Village People.
friends of friends
– the heat was crazy, how they survived is a mystery.
A hat, a giant mic, a feather boa and the right attitude; so simple and yet so effectual..
When the parade finally started moving I realized two things; when you are in the parade, you don’t get to watch everyone else in it. Bummer. And also, huge amounts of people standing on each side of the streets, watching and cheering, can be a tiny bit intimidating. Beer helps.
At the beginning of the parade
Thank God (!) I’d put on a thick layer of sunscreen and was wearing a well-aired-out dress because the day turned out to be one of the hottest days. Ever. Most of the time I couldn’t even wear my shades because too much heat was being accumulated, creating steam room conditions behind the glasses. Every time we turned a corner and got in the shade, the whole crowd was aah’ing.
I had imagined we would walk for an hour’ish, maybe a bit longer. It took 3 hours. Slowly we danced through the city, getting cold beers every time we passed a convenience store, laughing with relief every time a breeze hit us and just soaked up the happy vibes.
Again a realization swept through my blonde being; you really shouldn’t drink beer when you’re in a 3-hour parade with very little chance of a bathroom (shots would have been a much better option in a situation like this). My friends and I were joking that since I was wearing a long dress, would anyone even notice if I just released it little by little, casually dripping along. Every time they fired the confetti canon, everyone cheered and looked up, reaching for the glitter – not a soul would have noticed tiny puddles forming on the street following my dress.
Well, instead I clenched on and eventually was able to do a bathroom run, literally.
The cutest little angel
The people who’d showed up to watch and support the parade were awesome. Many of them were in costume, waving rainbow flags and partying as much as the people in the parade.
Especially these old geezers spread some love from their balcony
I’ve had socks like these – I should get new ones
Amazing atmosphere – like the whole city was celebrating together
When we reached the City Hall Square, the trucks were taken away, people freshened up their costumes and there was music and entertainment and speeches. We met up with more friends, made it a mission to actually get some water, made a semi-drunk phone call to my mom, I repressed the urge to drunk dial my ex and then we headed down to join a street party.
I completely fell in love with these two wonderful people
Fell in love with ms. military as well
The rest of the day and night was happiness and dancing and talking and meeting beautiful people and just having a ton of fun.
On a more serious note, during a long conversation with a good friend, where we among other things were dreaming of a day in the future where there will no longer exist a need for a parade like this. When homosexuality will be considered just as normal as heterosexuality and everyone will be able to be who they are without fear. Well, during that conversation I learned that transsexualism is still categorized as a mental decease by WHO. I couldn’t believe it and so the next day I checked the latest version of the ICD-10 list – and there it is, labeled a disorder. It’s scary that in some areas, we (the world) are still so narrow-minded.
But on that Saturday, all minds and hearts were as open as ever before and we had a great party. And more beers.
When I got out of bed next morning, pieces of shiny confetti was still drizzling from God knows where..