Saturday, 16 May 2009

Welcome to our home.

Sharing a home, sharing a life. It puzzles me.

Tuesday, 5 May 2009

Moods And Madness.

I doubt sometimes
whether a quiet
& unagitated life
would have suited me

- yet I sometimes long for it.

Red-haired and eager to start a new day, having morning coffee and reading

"An Unquiet Mind - A Memoir Of Moods And Madness", by Kay Redfield Jamison.

On another note, according to the most recent poll by Dagens Nyheter relating to the upcoming European Parliament elections, the so called "Pirate Party" or Piratpartiet has now reached a popularity of five point one percent. Astonishing.

Quoting party member Rick Falkvinge, "They are certainly not writing about the Swedish Christian Democrats in the European press today."


Monday, 4 May 2009


A change of heart and head needs to be encouraged, it needs help along the way to reach its full extent. That is why I have decided to, in baby steps, rearrange my surroundings to suit my state of mind. To others the same thing goes by the name of spring cleaning. Starting today I will thoroughly purge unnecessary objects out of my (our) home.

Firstly, which is my mission for today, I will gather all the pieces of clothing I can find that I find do not reflect who I am anymore (or simply don't fit around my ever expanding anatomy). These pieces of clothing I will then sell to new, loving homes.

In the matter of clothing I noticed I now only experience repugnance when browsing various online shops. Even blogs which mainly focus on what the writer of that specific blog has worn that day - and what piece of disposable plastic he or she would like to buy next - leave me with an impounding sense of nausea. I feel so ashamed and sorry that I myself have not actively, not even introspectively, worked against this kind of mentality until now. I feel so encaged and consumed by a way of thinking that I know is not my own, but something which continuously strives to take hold of my daily life. A compulsion that is planted in my head by the images I see, the voices I hear and the things I read.

The art, magic and power of the commercial continues to fascinate me. Simultaneously, there is nothing that is more terrifying to me. I feel this is a battle I will never leave behind.

she compacted her
life into one
tiny room with kitchen
bed and roaches
in the four corners
which contained nothing
that couldn't be stolen
or left in case
she had to run
for her sanity

so she turned
with all
the introspections that nothing
not even them was meant
not to turn
and from that understanding
she gained

- Nikki Giovanni never fails to captivate.

Saturday, 2 May 2009

Living in slowmotion.

The concept of sustainable living - an attainable one?

That is what I've been trying to figure out the last few days. This is not in any way an unfamiliar territory for me to dwell in. About a year ago I had similar aspirations. Looking back now I realize I had a very naive outlook on the whole concept. I was, in a manner which I now think is a rather common one, looking to fill the empty spaces in my life with the luxury of affording "organic" and "ecological" products, without really giving much thought to the values behind the words. I am in no way any less overjoyed by the fact that the more ethical brands have taken a more modern and "fashionable" approach when it comes to defining their image and advertising it, but I think this is the downside to it. Consumers applying the, much too familiar, disposable attitude to products that were meant to provide an alternative to a lifestyle so vilely widespread nowadays.

My epiphany, of course, was brought about by my economical independence. Apprehension, even for the most pigheaded, is reached under compulsion.

Today I realized how inspiring having a specific goal actually is.

I am a dweller
a preoccupiee
an obsesser.

Without being consumed and driven by a certain something, my creativity wastes away. Now I have something driving me - the ambition of creating a sustainable lifestyle. In every aspect.

Today instead of buying new, organic and fairtrade-marked clothes for summer I chose to buy second hand fabrics from The Red Cross to make clothes out of. Instead of being blinded by marketing techniques, which I arrogantly think I seldom am, I chose to think about the values behind them and what they are really trying to convey. This might be an obvious comprehension to some, but I really had not given it a thought. The organic clothing are just as much newly produced, packed and shipped as the regular ones, despite the fact that they have been produced in a way less destructive on the environment. They still have been produced.

That is why I choose, which both my money purse and the rivers in India can be thankful for, to recycle already produced and used material and make it into something new, all the while letting my creativity run amok.

These new aspirations even spawn an abundance of layout ideas - hence the updated blog design.

on no account
will I succumb
to be disposable

but when
will I be
living in slowmotion?