I never reflected about it really, but now realize that birds, many birds, migrate. What a wonderful thing to do!
When the weather or the conditions for living change and you no longer have fun, you gather your gang, do a couple of practice flaps and… off you fly — to some nicer place with better drinks and ladies and song and parties.
What a laudable hedonism. Do not accept boredom and lousy climate, follow the Pleasure principle. As some young Swedish “visionaries” put it, when IT and the New Economy was in full swing: Kräv kul! That is, demand and insist, not just hope, that life should be fun. (I criticized that attitude, but later realized how much good thinking there was in it.)
Of course, I now also realize when I think more about it that people also migrate during the winter. Many people spend the cold months in Spain or some other warm country. For some reason it never struck me that I could do that, too. Now, finally, it does, with the force of a hammer.
So, let´s gather the gang (whoever they are), let´s do a couple of practice flaps… and OFF WE GO!
Since partyology is, well, the science of parties and socializing we cannot close our eyes to the regretfully many instances of dull, boring and plain painful party life.
But let´s keep the shining ideal in front of our eyes. Fun. Enjoyment. Exhilaration! Exiting and stimulating meetings with fascinating strangers. A deep sense of satisfaction coming from receiving not one but three kinds of food: food for belly (that one we almost always get), food for heart, and food for thought (mind). Now that is a wonderful meal!
This kind of enjoyment — apart from understanding the dynamics of parties, and generally socializing — is the goal and desideratum of Partyology.
One can do it with envy; Why is the grass greener over there…?? An important factor here is that we wonder about the greener grass without knowing so much, or perhaps anything, about it. We imagine or think it is greener. So actually we are standing on both sides of the fence, in our own attire and in disguise. Nice make-believe, this. If not torturous.
But there are positive ways of looking over the fence as well. Imagining what we want to create, do or be. This is no weird masquerade but rather a projecting and willing of a certain future. The fence in this case is time; today on this side, tomorrow on that. Ah, how wonderful it will be next week when I land at Shangri-La Airport…..!!
Then there´s Cole Porter´s “Don´t fence me in”. This fence is neither time or make-believe, it´s about being locked in.
But it is also a dream .-)
I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
I have always been unable to let a camera alone. Several kilos of old analog pictures testify to this fact.
You wouldn´t want to see them, though. I was not a “natural”, whatever that is. Not as with music or words/ thoughts.
But some four years ago I felt an urge to develop my creativity with images. Sometimes I´ve said to myself that I want to be a “real” photographer (no longer so). I have tried to fathom the mystery “What is a good photo?”. I am not longer interested in neither the “real” or the “good”.
Actually I am! To 100 %. But those questions no longer fire me up.
Here you will see some of my photos, and some of my musings about photography. I have felt a great enthusiasm at the outset of my journey of discovery in the pictorial domain, in many ways very unlike the domains of music and thought.
Already when I first started “blogging” some years ago (actually two entire blogs have been launched and removed) I preferred the word diarium (diary) to “blog”. That word rhymes with frog and smog, while diarium, well, “Sorry, no perfect rhymes were found”.
The influence and inspiration is still the same, though: Amiel and the Goncourt Brothers. If you want to read beautiful “blogging”, read their diaries. (The Goncourt Bros. wrote their diary together! The reader has to guess which one of them is speaking. Imagine having a brother that is so close to you that you write as one…)
So, as tradition goes, almost anything will fit into my diary, as long as it´s short, informal and incidental.