Sunday, August 29, 2010

We spent the day - an idyllic late-August day, late-August being unabashedly full-on autumn here in Stockholm - wandering around the south island of the city, almost aimlessly. We ran into a range of random friends and acquaintances, making plans to meet up next week or in some nameless future. We ordered tile for the bathroom and bought an old LP at Pet Sounds, the cover a black and white photo of Ray Bourbon in full drag leering at a couple of sailors, circa 1950. We had Chinese food, and we went to see La Danse, which has been playing forever at the Grand.

The thing was, though, that before the movie they showed a trailer for Mao's Last Dancer - another dance movie, so it was appropriate. Except the trailer left such a bad taste in my mouth. It made the movie seem as if it was all about how repressive and demanding China was in comparison to wonderful, glorious, free America. As if it were trying to capture an America that used to be, since we've lost our luster of late. It seemed so very nationalistic. Somehow so very tasteless, to be presenting America as a shining beacon of freedom, when it's so mired in partisanship right now that politicians would rather let the ship go down in flames than work together to actually try to work together to fix the mess they've made.

At least the actual movie was good - in usual Frederick Wiseman style, the narrative is oblique and I can imagine many people might find it too aimless. But not us, we all marveled at what life is like at the Paris Opera Ballet.

And that's what I'm thinking today, as I write this, my thousandth post.

There, you've gotten your thousand difficult lessons! Now, how is your Swedish?

The Swedish word for the day is inlägg. It means post.

2 comments:

Stefan Geens said...

I started reading you back in 2002, when the blurb on the left referred to you as a 41 year-old. I just realized that, 8 years on, I am now 41 years old. So that's what it felt like for you in 2002!

By reading your blog these past 8 years, I somehow have a much better understanding of what I can expect the next 8 years of my life to feel like. Not in terms of details but in terms of where it feels like to be in a life.

Good to see no hint of stopping now that you've reached this quite remarkable milestone. Congratulations!

Stefan

Erica said...

Unfortunatly my Swedish is rubbish but that's not your fault. I'm inspired and edified and pleasantly sated every time I read your blog. Clearly you have earend the right to retire, but please don't because I will miss your voice, your whimsy and your insight.

 


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