Teatime in Stockholm

Gud Jul Eva!

I just finished a long morning at the radio and now I'm going to visit my parents, so I'll be off line for some day. I hope you're having great christmas holidays, and that everything's ok up there, and that Russell & Ludwig will bring you some nice present too. I leave you a little christmas song, made by dear friend Emil "Parker Lewis".
He wrote it's about "When Harry met Sally, Home Alone 2, Frank Sinatra, Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire". And that sounds perfect to me.

Parker Lewis - Xmas-Carol, NYC

"I've made a X-mas song for you to play late at night on Christmas eve, when your relatives have all fallen asleep and you invited your best friends over for a Christmas cigarette on the balcony. From now on your troubles will be out of sight. Merry Christmas from Parker Lewis, Love.»
And from me too.

"Let's catch a movie or two at the Hornstull cinema"

Do you know that cinema? Does it still exist? I can recall a subway station with the same name.
Well, I fell in love with another new band from Stockholm. Its name is Indurain and it has a sort of "out of time" elegance.
They are the two young guys behind the music blog L'amour à trois (lamouratrois.blogspot.com), and reading the songs' lyrics on the myspace page I guess they are truly indie snob like once we used to pretend we were.

Hemstad band of the year

Do you remember the Hemstad concert at Emmaboda this summer?
It was raining hard, and we were dancing in t-shirts like there would be no tomorrow, drinking that horrible and frozen wine in box.
It was one of the best moment of the year, for me.
Yesterday Hemstad sent me a sort of Christmas present.
I put it on polaroid myspace page. Well, maybe it sounds stupid, but I'm so happy and proud.

Absolut Teatime


(found here)

Dear silent swedish friend,
I'm not becoming silent too. I'm just late and busy and late, as usual.
You see, in the past months I found that "the doing nothing project" couldn't work for me, so I thought it was better to keep myself busy as much as I could, and I filled my agenda with all those stupid things that always come my way. So I took more work at the office, I accepted every invite to play records in the clubs, I wrote more, I went to the radio station on festive mornings even if I slept just three or four hours, I drove a lot around this foggy land for every reason. Also, I had to do a lot of boring things for my apartment, and I started to discover the wonderland of italian burocracy (I guess this is just the beginning).
And I am aware that I'm doing all these things just to not stop and think about myself. So, not much fun, after all. No more fun in my dayjob, or writing, or dj, or the nights out, or the people you meet in clubs, or the girls that shout their names over the music. Somehow, I feel that everything I can do has no point at all.
Well, no big tragedy. Maybe sometimes you just come to a moment of your life when you have to begin all over again.
Sometimes I thought that maybe falling in love could have helped me, but it didn't happen. I've been tempted to let me fall in love for you, but all the situation was too complicated, and maybe this was something I really shouldn't ask you.
I have thought a lot about the reasons why I'm not really interestd in other people around me, even when they show interest. And I said to myself that maybe sometimes you just come to a moment of your life when you have to "learn to feel" all over again.
As I wrote you some week ago, I met Laura again. It was strange to meet her, because even I knew her very well, somehow it was like to watch her from outside. She seemed to get on with her life not too badly: good work, nice new house, new places, a lot of supportive friends... It made me feel even worse, because I realized that even if one could say that I had some little success with my own stuff, I know it's all a fake, I don't care about my things enough, I didn't build anything for real, and I could not call many people as friends. Anyway Laura and me talked a lot, and it has been quite good. There are still moments we really can understand and get along with each other. But there are also too many things we have to explain to each other.
Now I'm still confused and I'm keeping myself busy to not think about the future and I don't know, it's not easy. All these things are implying that I know what I want and that I'm not scared to say it. But I'm still looking for answers.
At least, today I finally have telephone and internet here at my house. So I can look for them on Google.

Un grande abbraccio,
enzo

Another season and a lot less hair.

So now Christmas has arrived to Stockholm.
My philososophy course is ending in just a few weeks and right now I'm trying to wright a (small) bit about Wittgenstein and Russel. (And I'm really just to tired, that's why I'm at Stinas appartment baking lussebullar and drinking glögg instead.)
And I'm sad to say that I kind of look like a 17 year old boy, since I was really really angry (and a bit drunk) a few days ago, and cut all my hair off with a really blunt scissor. (I'm telling everybody the haircut was really exclusive and expensive, and pretend to be really proud)

And the next thing now is the spring. I acually have absolutely no idea what to do. I don't know if I'm going to stay in Stockholm and in that case study practical philosophy or genderknowlege that semester, or go to Gothenburg or Uppsala to study there. And I guess the easyest option is to just stay here and take the second term of the theoretical philosophy now, not having to take any difficoult decition at all. (that's what I really want to study the most, but I don't want to take the second course right away now)
I hate when it feels like you just have to make the least bad decition, and not that you're chooseing among a lot of good options. (that i guess that I'm really am, i't just don't feel like that)

But anyway I'm feeling pretty good right now, and both Sara and my twinsister is comming home to Stockholm over christmas in just two weeks to stay with me, and I guess the only thing I can do right now is ro go home and read and read and read some more about this logic.

So is it winter in Bolognia yet?
And what do you say about trying to build one of those hugmachines for christmas? I think it sounds like a great idea!

Some more kramar /Eva-Maria (the 17 year old boy)