Quote of the day.

"When it's raining shit, thank God for the fertilizer."
                                                                                                                   
 --Unknown

Me, an addict?

Can a computor go on internet strike?

The very last thing I did the day before yesterday was having an internet conversation with a friend.

The first thing I did yesterday morning when I woke up was turning on the computor to check what happened on my favorite yoga blogs and webbsites, browse facebook and then continue working with emails and planning my springschedule... But that didn't happen. My computor refused to conect to internet for some reason. So with my regular coffee but without my regular email time of the day I went to teach yoga to young mucians. After that I had a thing with a thing regarding a thing and then I went home – for a late lunch and a some time with my email (and facebook) account.
Well that didn't happen. My computor were still on internet strike and I couldn't get it to change it's mind. So I had to call in the ”big guns” - my neighbur. For some reson he couldn't get it working either so I took my stubborn computor in my handbag and drove in to Gothenburg city to sit down at a cafe and read my email. But still nothing. So again I wonder: Is it possible that a computor goes on strike?

On a more personal note. I found the experience really stressful. One of the reasons beeing that my routines were tipped over and knocked to the ground – and I do love my routines. The other reason was that I'm clearly addicted to my routines, my email, my facebook and the internet in general. But it's not like I can't handle it – is it?

Oam shanti, shanti. Peace out!

It's a new king in town!

Or actually it's more like a whole pack of tribute kings, queens and circus princesses.

A tribute is the most sincere way of showing how much you enjoy and love the original.

 

You will hear more from these guys.

But you might think that you are listening to a special band from Germany, when you in fact are beeing entertained by musicians from Avesta, Sweden.

You can hear and see them on youtube and make up your own mind.

Sweden vs Germany. Tribute vs Original.

Who's the king?

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-NbTmw62b4&feature=youtu.be

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_a6cwXE95M

Finally a rockstar!!

I always wanted to be a rockstar.

Due to absolut lack of talent and the fact that I get bored really quickly when I actually have to learn something that don't come easy to me I had a change of heart and wanted to be an actress instead. Then that changed and I wanted to be a firefighter. Then for a long time I wanted to be a stuntwoman. For a while I were considering the option of being an actress who did her own stunts and volontaire as a firefighter in my sparetime.

But I still wanted to be a rockstar.

And then I fell in love with a juggler and realized that I could have it all (exept for the juggler who was notoriously unfaithful and finally ran away with a bodybuilder...) But the rest of it, all of my dreams, could be mine.

So finally - I'm a rockstar. I'm an actress who does her own stunts and I'm a firestarter. I know that thats not the same as fighting fires but admit it - it's even cooler =)

This past weekend was a true rockstar moment.

Performing with a Rammstein tribute band and rocking the pants of the place where I started my performance career I felt it deep in my bones.

I am a rockstar. I am living my dream!! 

 

                                     

 Rockstar moments; trainride, hotelroom, getting ready and backstage. Whole weekend sidebyside with rockstar babe and fire starter Lotta Odelberg.

 

No regrets. Chase the dream!!



Anniversary Time

Friday 17.42 I'm getting on a train to Avesta for a legendary performance. It's my 7 year anniversary as a performer!
It's been 7 rollercoster years with laughter and joy and tears and pain.
I've met colleagues that I thought would be my friends forever who turned out to be more like backstabbing frenemies. I've met colleagues that I thought were out for my blood who turned out to be truly caring about my wellbeeing. I've had people in my life that I thought would bring me under, but then it turned out to be just the push I needed to get even better. But most of all I've met honest and sweethearted people who is truly amazing and inspiring.
I've evolved in oh so many ways and I've never been so determined and focused as I am now. This is my time. Happy anniversary to me.

One of those days.

Yesterday when I woke up I had a headache and a cold sore happening.
Went on with my morningroutine and then drove to the stable to hang out with the coolest pony in the world.
When I got there the coolest pony in the world where walking on three legs. Not that cool. Luckily I reached a farrier that just got cancellation from one of her costumers/patients so she came right away. Lucky me and lucky pony!
The farrier cuts the hoof open to puncture the abscess inside and then she wraps the hoof in plaster. The plaster is not aloud to get wet. Anyone that ever broken a bone know this. My pony has never had anything in plaster before and doesent know this. 20 minutes later when he is not in excessive pain anymore and almost able to stand on all four legs he sees absolutley no reson to stay inside to keep dry for the next 4 or 5 days.
Getting back home, I've missed my lunch and my practice but I feel lucky because everything turned out as well as it possible could under the circumstances.
To get to my appartment you have to walk up two stairs. I walked up one and a half when I realised that I don't have any keys in my pockets. They have to be in the stable. So back into the car, drive the 40 km one way to see if I forgot the keys there.
No keys found in the stable. Some extra apples for the freedom loving pony who has house arrest, back into the car and drive the 40 km home.
At this point I start teaching in 45 minutes. I have no keys home. I'm dressed for stable, not for yoga. I have no keys to the studio where I'm teaching my first class for the evening. So while I'm driving I'm phoning (sorry mom) to find spare keys to the studio, borrow some clothes to work in and have a place to sleep. Everything works out! I have amazing family, friends and co-workers!!
I swing by my place just to make sure that I did'nt leave the keys in the lock. Walking up the two stairs, not one and a half that I did 70 minutes earlier, there's the keys!! Still hanging in my door!!

I don't surf, but I imagine this events a little bit like surfing. You get up on the board, it's windy, you fall over and thats okey. That's a part of the dance.

When I got to bed yesterday the headache where still there, but had'nt got worse. The cold sore were still there, it had got worse. A had a pony. An outdoors loving one who has to be inside for a few days, but getting painfree. I have a lovley home and if I get locked out I have family and friends ready to borrow me clothes and a couch!

Not a thread

Thoughts about nudity.

I don't feel shame in nakedness but

 - for me -

 the naked body is charged with vanity and vulnerability.

It's not who I am, in terms of personality, it's just how I look but thats also all there is.

That is all of me.

This body is all I got.

I love my body for joining me in this life. For teaching me about pain and about possibilities. Every day I get stunned and amazed with what this body is able to do.

 

I had a nude art photo shoot this week, and thats what brought all this on.

Beeing naked in a room with someone that I'm not in a relationship with, there's no locker room situation going on and no sauna. Just my nakedness a nother person and a camera.

And it was'nt weird at all.

Turns out I`m not that vain and I'm not that vulnerable.

I'm just a person, just a body and just comfortable with the skin I'm in.

 

Above is a small piece of the picture that's going to be published in the photobook "Just People" by photagrafer Cornelia Schmidt.