Saturday, October 29, 2005

capital culture


This is an eventful stay in Stockholm. The stay at the spa is still the best thing ever with almost religiously uplifting experiences. I'm sticking with these eastern medicine things. I loved Qi Gong, I loved Zen meditation and I loved Do In (a kind of self massage). But since I came from the spa I've been busy, let me tell you. Last night I went to Dansens Hus (House of Dance) with my lovely, cute, wonderful friend N. She's one of the most beautiful people I know. And she took me to this show called Pudel (Swedish for Poodle). A dance theatre with four dancers, one singer. one photographer, one child, four grown white poodles and a puppy on stage. It was magical, absurd, wonderful, scary, eerie, sickening, beautiful all at once. The theme was our superficially focused world, and I must say it was, in its absurdity, very much to the point. I laughed so hard I cried towards the end, but it was the deeper meaning of things that stuck with me. It is sick that people posing dramatically in front of a camera wearing the most absurd (though fascinating) outfits seems like more normal behaviour than a man peeing, or a man and a woman touching each other...

Afterwards, me and N went to a café and talked and I just must say: I've missed her!


Today I went by myself to the National art museum - again. This time to see the exhibition of the Dutch golden age. Lots of Rembrandts, magically live looking still lifes and so much more. I loved it. Loved it. Loved it. And my foot didn't hurt too bad from all that walking either. Yay!

And I wasn't supposed to shop much but... I found this skirt, and these books, and these presents for dear friends... I'm going home tomorrow night, but first I'll see some more friends, and sleep one hour extra (We wind our clocks back one hour tonight).

Wow, I think I just managed to write an actual blog entry, with a kind of "Then I did this and then I did that" kind of structure to it! Can you believe it?

2 comments:

indigirl said...

Oh no! Not the DUTCH!

(If I ever... I mean WHEN I meet you in person, remind me to explain that little joke. I have a bit of a thing against the Dutch Golden Age. Mandy knows this one, I think.)

indigirl said...

Oh no! Not the DUTCH!

(If I ever... I mean WHEN I meet you in person, remind me to explain that little joke. I have a bit of a thing against the Dutch Golden Age. Mandy knows this one, I think.)