present tense with madeleine // thursday 130103
Another year cleared without any severe armageddons (thank you, Mayans!) and time to plan and reflect. Again. I've been compulsively philosophical and abstract this past month - the best evidence of me being tired - and naturally want to continue that trend instead of sleeping. A puzzle-like blog entry sounds like a good start of the year, right? Eller? Hallå!
Let's first go by my normal routine of narrowing down what've happened since last entry though. As expected there were a lot of birthday parties and events, finishing off with something less expected and fun: when I was to enjoy half a day of playing in a soccer tournament with my pink boys, I just a few minutes in injured my knee and had to spend that time having a blast at the hospital instead. Pain instead of joy, lying instead of running. Couldn't really sleep, walked like a one-legged giraffe, soon felt how this damn plague affected practically everything. A neither happy nor sharp guy and I must have gained around 187 kilos - but at least I've been fun for my friends to laugh at when walking. It's better now anyway - my walk style just looks somewhat flamboyant - and I hope to be able to even run again soon. For a happier note I, in the middle of December, welcomed bro Earl-Danny as my new roomie, we cleaned like madmen for an entire week and have since tried to enjoy a better-looking home that I still want to throw away. And that knee along with it. USCH!
v e r y l a s t o f 2 0 1 2
a view in stockholm
a view from the cabin in the woods
a view of a stupid writer
Prior to starting on this entry I checked my mail inbox' subject lines to more clearly remember also the smaller things I'd been up to during last year. I smiled at some old jokes, visualized events or recalled laughs and discussions and tried to analyze and structure them from this new perspective. Emotionally I felt affected by almost everything - at times even profoundly. And sometimes just by remembering how emotional they'd made me before, or only by seeing the subject matter or sender's name again. A name with the same characters as a minute ago, a month ago or five years ago, but of course with at least a marginally different meaning and applied value every time. Like with a tune, a photo, a sentimental text or wha'evah yo.
A spin-off of being creative is that I store thousands of these triggers with similar potency as Marcel Proust's famed madeleine cookies: they're at times powerful portals into past situations, feelings, thoughts and eras. Anyone with a cellphone knows what change of perspective there might be in just scrolling through the text inbox, or how mood altering finding an old tune can be. I have 19 hard drives, 1000+ discs, numerous photos, audiovisual material and most sorts of documents filled with this kind of madeleine. One might think having such a digital vault would help me (and perhaps you) to - when in need - sort out a structured, chronological timeline of what have been and sure, it definitely does, but it also occasionally adds to the confusion. Few things are really forgotten, there are reminders of virtually everything - good and painful - and the past gets even more mixed up in time travels than it otherwise would. These digital cookies suggest present tense and hence that everything stays the same and nothing stays the same.
Pretentious crap as always - but also how it feels. Time seems different the older I become, and memories have a tendency to hide around in its own maze just like the clichés hints. What might seem quite insignificant be remembered clearly - what was three years ago feel like a week ago. I have no idea what any of my friends wore when I met them during Christmas in London last year, but I can describe our groceries or my temporary home's bathroom in detail. I have hundreds of strong images from those few days and almost none at all from the first week of January. Nothing strange really - this seems to be how it works and how it'll continue to be. Some memories, people, scars and insights will forever follow. It's okey.
a d v e n t u r e y e a r
maybe i'll remember a thing or two
2012 will be sorted as the year when I constantly wanted to continue on the screenplay. I'll remember the struggles of balancing life in general, the wonderful trips to Euro 2012 in Ukraine and Olympics in London, the time-stoppers like that walk, that call, that job place, that smile, and the people I shared all this with. Not to forget the 4-4 and the show of the century by Zlatan, of course! The cookies come in many flavors.
And now it's time to basically just continue - finish the script and then start on pre-production while managing everyday-life, being both as flexible, determined and pragmatic as accomplishable. It's a take-off point for 2013 that feels exciting enough - let's just hope I'll be pleased when writing a similarly confusing entry a year from now.
Creative adventures since last entry: Planning and writing the full-length feature, writing on the secret project, reviewing Dark Souls and telling the world about Mii Benny U, designing some, assisting friends, trying to function despite of that wretched knee.
Ten favorite tunes since last entry: Not at home by Clint Mansell and Peter Broderick, We move lightly by Dustin O'Halloran, Discovering by Solar Fields, Mukhinabaht by Boards of Canada, Jeezlh by Solar Fields, Default score by Crankshaft, Introspection by Johan Lyheden, Adventure by Disasterpeace, Sixtyniner (Helios remix) by Boards of Canada and You could feel the sky by Boards of Canada.
Favorite new film since last entry: Indie game: the movie by Lisanne Pajot and James Swirsky.
Three most played games since last entry: Dark Souls (PS3), Deadly Premonition (X360) and Fight Night: Champion (PS3).
Something new: Being forced to write a long description, synopsis, tagline etc for the film - and thus sharing the secret prematurely. Just naming it irritated me. After more than a year of complete silence it all felt quite surreal, and quite real as well. It's not just mine anymore.
The three I've been the most with: Järps, Cron and Johan.
I'll especially remember: A cozy birthday, an absent Christmas with bad timing, a peaceful New Year's Eve, the American election night after so many hours with news and docs and debates, the week of big cleaning and sorting and not using the brain, precious C to Dublin, two long talks on the podcast, writing sessions at the cabin stealing nuts, the bro talk and the sequel, the celebration at Casa Cambronero when I was in coma, the old soulmate struggling, Puffy x3, the day of Gamex and wrestling with the old crew, writing scholarship applications we knew we wouldn't get because of who we are, the typical present, the damn misfortune with Ba and the rest of the fuckups, squash with dad, new city and new applications, two days at Fyrishov, final hours of the ones beside me, memorable CL evenings, the cool one being too cool again, anxiety, the fascinating stupid one who isn't stupid, a different evening with old friend Eva, great mr. Kong and his loved one, first four hours of not playing Wii U, Silver, failing with my fave, the one talk that drugged the young one, new life of Cron, Frankie's calender, the new fast network system, Jay and the challenges, wonderful Najat, 36 out of 10289, mister Mammon's contemplations, the sudden knock, the prima donna behavior, the introspection, loving to explore the quiet Dark Souls.
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dark nights with warm lights // thursday 121011
So far it's been the kind of autumn I thought it'd be: alone with writing, planning and other similar work, balancing it all with often lovely little breaks. Two months with a very busy schedule, and I've apart from being creative also managed to collect an astonishing amount of memorable moments, frequently reminding me of the divine fall of 2006. For once I even look forward to start on pre-production of a film, leave the soulful thinker at home and transform into the pragmatic doer again. I normally dislike that beast and feel comfortable having him behind bars - now I miss and want to let him loose to go berserk. Let's just first consider the part that requires brain over willpower completely finished. No rush.
a u t u m n s t i l l n e s s
ssscchhh and be quiet now
October and November always equals a superabundance of birthday parties and events, this year so many I bet there'll be a lot of late decisions on what to attend or not - to continue writing will win most duels. When breaks are needed, it'll of course feel like a blessing to have this amount of options available though. And to have the best of friends to share them with. You, yes you - now go buy me a nice gift for my 110th birthday.
Creative adventures since last entry: Planning and writing the full-length feature, writing on the secret project, outlining Idioten, designing a poster and minor crap, doing some requested voice work, fighting distractions.
Ten favorite tunes since last entry: Stasis by Helios, Grace by Keith Kenniff, Ett två tre by Johan Lyheden, Dial (Helios remix) by Deaf Center, Super Meat Boy - Can o' salt by Danny Baranowsky, My name on a car by Cliff Martinez, Why don't we by Mint Julep, Make amends (Kyson remix) by Henrik José, Super Meat Boy - Forest funk by Danny Baranowsky and Focus the light by Henrik José.
Favorite new film since last entry: Snabba cash II by Babak Najafi.
Three most played games since last entry: The Witcher 2: Assassins of Kings (PC), Syndicate (PS3) and Walking Dead (PS3).
Something new: Hours and hours of searching clothes and especially shoes, and then falling so deeply in love with one pair of the five I bought that I still stare at them while walking.
The three I've been the most with: Järps, Elly and Cron.
I'll especially remember: The Tuesday every day should be like, welcoming back Sune, the criminal mindset, the weekend in the cabin with the Elenziah syndicate, swallowing the 37 episodes of L vs Kira and the Death Note, the typecasted persian, magical strolls and evenings with Elly, Mitt vs Barack, that continuing laughter, the Brother Benny obsession, the touching book and the breathing, the Diös tournament, Jay's challenge, the jury duty, the man dying with his hand in mine and slowly fading away, the dream she visited, the stalker's questions, recognizing the extreme beauty eating in front of me, text marathons, the four hour hearing, another timely mail, the one minute interview, the talk, my best friend as tired as I was during the tough day in town, the fancy smancy, absent partying as Snake Plissken, the evening with all the texting, the gifts to Sepp, loving Planet Earth in co-op, the day in Örebro, hating the svenne rhythm, news about Dublin, walking through rain with senior Cambronero in my ear, the stupid little ref meatball, the long Friday evening, the jacket, my typical revenge, the youngsters and their sugar daddy, the Fullerö trip with Jay, Puff and the mothership, lots of Värvet and Overkligt, "love is like a fart - if you have to force it, it's probably shit", the old friend, the one mistake, crafting presents, the fights with my opposite, the wonderful last match with Kraftkällans Kraftkarlar, the extraordinary photo, assembling Alec's computer, the planning with the bitter end, the new brain.
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a summer of spectacles // monday 120813
Anticipating and preparing, exploring and enjoying, resting and smiling - and then all of it again. To travel with darlings Cron-Joe-Eggi to the Euro 2012 was meant to be the highlight of the summer: we saw Sweden come from 0-1 to 2-1 and yet lose 2-3 against England, we saw Zlatan's magical strike against a lackluster France, we saw the smiling CR7 once again ruin it for my beloved Oranje and we saw a culture and spectacle different from what we'd seen before. As losers, sure, but some has to lose you know and we played that role to perfection.
d e d i c a t e d l o s e r s
new match = new chance to lose
Kyiv was definitely prettier and more likeable than I imagined, classier than Moscow but with obvious similarities, and the Olympic Stadium was the most impressive arena I've ever visited. A great atmosphere in the city as well. Kharkov was on the other hand not that nice, and perhaps more of a "real Ukraine" and hence great to experience and smile about with one's best friends. An adventure with no real dips and of course - as most longer travels do - one giving birth to countless lasting memories and re-laughs. Thanks to tour leader Cron for organizing everything. The full photo album can be viewed here.
u k - r a - i - n a
nicer than we'd thought
Quite a serene feeling to continue following the tournament back home again, with the same friends or alone while working. As in 2006, my heart became all Italian and I consider their matches against England, Germany and the first against Spain being the most enjoyable of the championship. The final felt more like a funeral, and having experienced constant defeats for both Sweden and Holland I think I'll mainly remember this Euro 2012 as the miserable one. It took a long while to, along with my orange brothers, leave the arena and find consolation after that damn Ronaldo show. I bet he's still smiling, and all I can do is to dream of an encounter in which I'll teach him a thing or two about it.
Even before the boring Xavi and Iniesta once again proved to the world that they could lift a trophy their own size, I'd started planning a trip to my friends in London during the Olympics. Availability and prices of tickets of course lowered expectations a bit, but just to be there during the opening days and experience it first-hand felt like reason enough. I decided five days probably would be ideal, not really knowing what to do all days.
a l o n d o n 2 0 1 2
and what a great design of it all
Stupid, stupid me - I underestimated my inner perfectionist and forgot how my willpower usually takes command during the few occasions in life when I really want something. I managed to get hold of great seats to the awesome Derren Brown show Svengali, to Dark Knight Rises at BFI IMAX, and pretty much all the Olympic sports I wanted to see - 14 darn tickets.
g a m e s
My curiosity beats my interest in sports any day though - the great experience of visiting a beautiful Wembley Stadium with Cecilia and 85137 others had very little to do with the GB-UAE match that was supposed to be the main attraction. Same thing with strolling through the gigantic Olympic Park, visiting or just looking at the venues and arenas, draw in the atmosphere of such a big city where the same theme shone basically everywhere. Or while - which was the initial idea you know - just being part of all the fans, listening to BBC or friendly volunteers and taking joy in their deserved success. I also adored the overall design, even down to choice of colors and the look of small souvenirs, and really want to praise them for a show and organization that surpassed expectations. It started with Danny Boyle's superb opening ceremony and just carried on through. Five short days was something like ten too few for me. Thank you Victoria, tack Cecilia, shukran Najat. Photos album here.
a t m o s p h e r e
wow @ venues, arenas, events, etc
This blog has unexpectedly become something of an itinerary... but enough globetrotting now! The shared adventures of this great summer are over, and now I'm soon to start at the next level on my own. So far so good.
Creative adventures since last entry: Planning and writing the full-length feature, outlining a secret project, writing a few shorts (I don't want to make), some photographing.
Ten favorite tunes since last entry: Make amends by Henrik José, Der tanz der glühwürmchen by Dominic Eulberg, Mukhinabaht by Boards of Canada, Harmonium by Max Richter, Cities of coal by Reinhold Heil & Johnny Klimek, My advice, pt. 3 by Daniel Pemberton Orchestra, Iconography by Max Richter, VLetrmx21 by Autechre, Organum by Max Richter and Eg else hana (Marconi Union remix) by Always crashing in the same car.
Favorite new film since last entry: Benny's video by Michael Haneke.
Three most played games since last entry: Punch-Out!! (NES/VC), Final Fantasy VI (PSP) and Fallout 3 (PS3).
Something new: Once again being hooked on a podcast - RadioLab. Informative, very creative, well-edited and with great hosts Jad Abumrad and Robert Krulwich, my new fake friends. I suggest finding a topic that seems interesting and giving them a try (with some patience).
The three I've been the most with: Järps, Johan and Cron.
I'll especially remember: Having a bearded Alecsmander back, 56-3 in soccer dominance, my best friend being as happy as he deserves to be, constant wowing in London and just wanting more, Derren Brown mocking zombie-me, the manic hunt for Olympic tickets, obsessing about the Euro 2012, the long talks and laughs at the night firm, waving the flag and shouting at the lousy Gerell with miss Rogers, the good acting in space, the young brain, loving to work out again, nights with BBC London and the tube map prior to the Olympics, the one I didn't really like, the horror I knew but now saw, Prometheus night with a third party, the train ride so far away from everything but the closest, the odd concert I missed, the flight fight, the day with Sweden-Ukraine and 15-1, the meeting day, when I promised never to find myself in that situation again, the classic craze with Drömelvan, discussing religion at Janya's, the many happy sports moments, the long sofa talk with the reminders, the gift I'd given before, the shopping spree, the storm in the tent while eating those awful muttons, the constant laughing with my bros, the no I took for granted, my soccer bomb, C's work wishes, Rafael's brilliance, Najat and the curry coach, discussing screenwriting, donken at Olympic Park when everything for some seconds felt clear, pumping at the gym and with a shock suddenly hearing a podcast discussion about me, Swedish IKEA with Swedish Victoria, the sms I thought I sent, the day I managed to live through to do good, the betrayal, adventures with different Crompy-Jayhan-Earl and the other sprites, the girl that was either extremely pretty or extremely ugly, the charming old mystery, the idea I just had to try, laughing and struggling with closed eyes during Catwoman-Robin-Batman-Bane at IMAX with a sleepy C having fingers in her ears, the nights of my film and my film only.
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everything in its right place // wednesday 120516
Collecting ideas and outlining a film is one thing - writing it another. All years of refining the modus operandi of course helps a lot and I feel very comfortable writing almost anything, but writing is not only writing. I knew the hardest part would be to balance life in general, allowing myself to be obsessive about equilibrating, questioning and polishing as well as having to cope with everything outside the .txt files. Write for five hours, socially behave and be myself, write for another five hours and then sleep even though I had flow to stay for yet another five. A mentally tough challenge in many aspects, and an extremely worthwhile experience I'm happy to soon leave behind. But not until I'm completely satisfied - that's the one real objective you know, loneliness aside.
Somewhere in some middle of some something I got some inspiration to finish a one minute experimental short me and Alec shot last summer, and as I was satisfied with that one I managed to puzzle together yet another ignored one. Västerfärnebo with Paulina and Blumoseac with Croner, quite cute but no shorts I have the required desire to promote or find festivals for to be noticed enough. If it's for fun, it's for fun.
s h o r t s h o r t s
blumoseac + västerfärnebo
Spending time on the soccer fields again has been exactly that - pure fun - and obviously even more so when playing with so many of my best friends. Sepp and especially Cron organized it all, I helped by designing our shirts and last Tuesday we premiered our team with a 16-0 victory filled with laughs and brotherhood. Quite the perfect antidote when having spent too much time in a chair working on the script, too alone and too concentrated. That every player is really skilled helps as well. Click to see the whole album or some posters. Totalfotboll!
k r a f t k a r l a r
kraftkällan + elenziah = vilka karlar!
No decided release for Superkär yet and we skipped trying with Cannes, something that now when the festival just've started feels quite strange after having been there the last two years. A break will do us good, I hope, and I really just want to focus on the full-length anyway. The only planned vacation this summer is to the EURO 2012 in Ukraine, 15th to 22nd of June with bros Cron, Johan and Emil where we have tickets to Sweden-England, Holland-Portugal and Sweden-France. I'll of course be completely orange and as involved as ever, with the oranje versus my most hated opponents Germany and Portugal being the obvious highlights. Let's hope I don't have to balance anything else than being orange and happy when it's time. Everything in its right place.
Creative adventures since last entry: Planning the full-length feature, editing and finishing Västerfärnebo, editing and finishing Blumoseac, working on Hateseeker Murderchild, writing a long article in Swedish about my process from script to finished film, designing and drawing some.
Ten favorite tunes since last entry: Request and reply by Polaski, Goodbye by Xerxes & Phoenix, Lines rush by by Reinhold Heil & Johnny Klimek, Rubber head by Cliff Martinez, Hanna im taxi by Reinhold Heil & Johnny Klimek, Calm by Alexey V, Clouds observer by Daniel Pemberton Orchestra, On the beach by Cliff Martinez, My advice, pt. 1 by Daniel Pemberton Orchestra and Flowers for Yulia by Max Richter.
Favorite new film since last entry: Senna by Asif Kapadia.
Three most played games since last entry: Lost Planet 2 (PS3), Monkey Island 2: Special Edition (PC) and Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? 2012 Edition (Android).
Something new: Creating a two hour journey.
The three I've been the most with: Cron, Järps and Johan.
I'll especially remember: My two screens filled with text, four hours of adoration and love, the new crew, my dear friend performing, the double failure and the prison, the forbidden fruit, the sixth alternative, the weekend of meetings and work I didn't feel for, three weeks as a writer-only, Aronofsky and PTA, the Easter distance, friends Luuk & Lokko, the film articles, Lost and film nights with Jay & Puff, wonderful Kraftkällans Kraftkarlar and 16-0, Järps cute party, knowing Dexter Morgan, the IQ bros, the empty Spegeln with the laughing mothership, savior Joe, reading too well, the evening in the bathtub, repeating the odpods, the silent goodbye.
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obvious theme song // monday 120130
A new year with a new main theme: to work on the full-length feature. Write, think, be quiet about it, write, think, be quiet about it. I'll keep my hands and brain occupied with other projects as well but the main goal is definitely to move closer to a finished script, gathering of ideal locations and a dream team of artists, a meticulously planned schedule and perhaps shoot and then... well, it's already 2013 by then. The only promise I've made to myself is not to rush it - the important thing is that it'll be damn good, something I'd be happy with if some oracle would lend me her hd crystal ball to watch it in today. Knowing myself, that promise probably means it'll be finished in 2053 when I'm 1000 years old. Okey then.
e n c h a n t e d c h r i s t m a s
just like i wanted it
We enjoyed the Girl with the dragon tattoo premiere, I survived media the next day (tv/radio), rushed with work the following week and then flew to London (the entire photo gallery here) without even having managed to find time to book a hotel. Wonderful days there, much thanks to an equally wonderful Cecilia - what memories! A different Christmas I'll always treasure for the laughters, the idiot, the diaries, for Taiwan, Lebanon and our Nemo. Thanks also to Victoria and to Najat who I spent an unusual 25th with, celebrating with comedy rather than some svennig jultomte. To leave London and get back to a lonely Uppsala was harder than anticipated, but having such a cute family, Johan, Järps, Cron and the rest of the crew felt like the perfect reminder to start 2012 with. Especially when the rest of the first month mainly have contained boring have-to-dos of the most boring sorts of boredom. Oh well.
Creative adventures since last entry: Planning the full-length feature, working on Hateseeker Murderchild, writing five song lyrics, helping creative friends.
Ten favorite tunes since last entry: Mysterious by Paulina, Disco divertimento by Daniel Pemberton Orchestra, I guess I'm floating by M83, And the sky cried for Nancy by Krister Linder, Infra 1 by Max Richter, Skin of the night by M83, Saranac by Goldmund, Infra 4 by Max Richter, Protection by Massive Attack and Departures by Stereo Wildlife.
Favorite new film since last entry: The ides of March by George Clooney.
Three most played games since last entry: Pro Evolution Soccer 2011 (PS2), Super Meat Boy (X360) and ICO (PS3).
Something new: Letting The Tobolowsky Files be my source of bedtime stories. I've always liked this guy for his genuinity, even had him among my fave actors on an earlier webpage, and after finding this podcast in mid december and listening to every single episode he's skyrocketed back. Great stories told in a great way, about most things concerning the challenges of living. The amazing episode 46 will make you agree.
The three I've been the most with: Järps, Johan and Sepp.
I'll especially remember: The magical Christmas in London, the taxi and the extreme, home again with Earl, nights at Joe's, the Dragon Tattoo night and the interviews, the crazy Janya sms, the odd premiere with Puff, mum and Cron, new year's night, "ANTOAN!", the damn job, all the mails, watching film again, the new ideas, broken heart, the weekend of songs, the odd date, Spetz party, bank man, diving into the Rubicon, LCHF illness and banned carrots, super tennis, "we have challenge", the American debates, the female mail of great language, the film day, the absence.
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the true talents of mockba // sunday 111211
Trying to convince myself that I'm taking a creative break has been pretty creative for me, and quite convincing as well. I've watched more film than usual, lotsa soccer, spent much time in Deus Ex and Skyrim, read a lot and written a gazillion of mails. It's been great to feel free enough to voraciously eat the entire Zlatan book from start to finish without distractions, to obsess about the american election primaries and to even invest some time in a manager game again, if only a small web based Sportbladet one instead of some Football Manager death drug. I'm currently ranked 17 out of 8019 so I'm madly yelling at them like Capello. PASS PASS PASS!!!
When in year 2072 looking back at this period wearing some 5D-glasses I think I'll remember it in four major chapters with perhaps the dominant one being the True Talent mania. For a guy who wants to be considered as one of the cool ones it seems quite embarrasing to have spent countless of hours watching and discussing how people sing, every single day. Due to dear couple mrs Puffy-Paulus and mr Joffa Järpehagen I surprisingly cared so much I even cried when she sang this beautiful song to him at the final, ten weeks into the contest. Usch så fint!
a t r u e t a l e n t
paulina 19:30 tv3, and again
Definitely one of those journeys I easily could turn into a novel, and one that these two wonderful people really deserve to be happy about. Closing that chapter in this novel, the three remaining about this autumn would pretentiously be entitled The in-between, Far, far away but still here and From Mockba with love, where the latter even features some cute visual memories that can be found in its entirety here. I'm sad to tell we never found Soda Popinski ;(
r e d a l e r t
the russians knew were spies
To explore Moscow with Cronky and Joffa J was just as interesting and full of laughs as I hoped it would be. We saw a different way of living, watched CSKA play both freezing soccer and hockey, admired the dancing elephants of a great circus, stood confused about some of the food, habits and choice of coloring and bought stupid looking souvenirs - coffee of course tastes better in a Stalin or Lenin cup! And to turn 30 in such an environment felt accordingly abstract.
t h e m o c k b a w a y
official color, ruins, tasty e-mail
Upcoming adventures include an early world premiere for the team of The girl with the dragon tattoo this Thursday, doing some local tv and radio following that. I'll then spend an enchanted Christmas in London before returning to a lonesome reality in which I'll primarely write and write and maybe write. I'm happy I'm at least starting to look forward to it.
Creative adventures since last entry: Finishing Superkär (aka Best date ever and Ganz verliebt so far) and preparing it for festivals, designing and authoring an Elenziah showreel 2010-11, writing an article about the Swedish video game podcast scene, reviewing Skyrim, recommending some Christmas gifts, planning the full-length feature, giving feedback and assisting lotsa creative friends.
Ten favorite tunes since last entry: Shrine of time (Solar Fields remix) by Krister Linder, So this is what it feels like by Stereo Wildlife, One cycle (more) by Lackluster, Walk on by by Paulina, Alberta by Goldmund, Don't look back by Paulina, Attachment by Stereo Wildlife, Brown creek by Goldmund, Like what I see by Paulina and Computer weekend by Karsten Pflum.
Favorite new film since last entry: By the people: The election of Barack Obama by Amy Rice & Alicia Sams.
Three most played games since last entry: Skyrim (PS3), Deus Ex (PS3) and Pro Evolution Soccer 2011 (PS2).
Something new: Being the so-talked-about 30. I don't like it but don't yet know how to cheat.
The three I've been the most with: Järps, Cron and Sepp.
I'll especially remember: Feeling like a true talent without being one, the russian adventures, skrajping, the record of achievement I couldn't stop reading, Alec's globetrotting, all the Premier League and the manager obsession, the invitation, me and Johan celebrating 111111 just as we'd promised, the co-op mission with Cecilia, the draw, Juve starting to be Juve again, "JAG ÄR INVALID!", the crazy Champions League evening with Sepp, the comments, UTK tennis, planning Christmas, being tired of designing, the Deus Ex pause, too much Fringe, Dorchy, all the blurays, the wonderful day with C in Stockholm, "såg säg hursa, erkänn", me and Järps being shockingly stupid, losing the damn luxury, the tired surprise, the awful shopping, Sweden versus Holland.
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15 months later // wednesday 110928
Welcome to a new world - my world. Or my new www homepage on the web of internets, if that's how you see it. I really tried to make it easy this time, work in all browsers and resolutions and be simple enough not to have to update frequently. On mobiles and pads you'll have to know how to scroll to use it like intented, or blame me for not caring enough about you. I'm a terrible human being.
The last entry on my former homepage told about our first visit to Cannes, media attention and how much I was looking forward to follow my dear Holland in the soccer World Cup and then go all-in on the next big short Så söt hon är - jag tror jag är kär. Holland deeply gladdened me by reaching the final, and pretty soon afterwards life was all about the short later renamed to Superkär and Best date ever internationally. A great crew and a beautifully blessed shoot, followed by almost a year of meticulous post-production.
s h o o t i n g s u p e r k ä r
lotsa stress, laughs and joy
We also spent a weekend in september shooting and finishing He told her four times, an odd comedy which suprisingly got us to Cannes a second time. A few days before leaving we, in the middle of may, hosted another "Elenziah night" here in Uppsala, this time at its biggest cinema Spegeln which hadn't had as many filled seats since the Avatar premiere. I felt magic in the air, a serene happiness among all wonderful friends and collaborators, and the relaxed celebration until six in the morning was marvelous. There's nothing better than the fellowship the creative journeys sometimes bring. Love goes out to Alec, Järps, Cron, Tess, Olof, José, Mkrtt, Maja, little Hugo and all the rest who made it what it was.
e l e n z i a h n i g h t ' 1 1
full spegeln + happy crew
Sadly I was way too overwrought and sleep-deprived to enjoy Cannes as I should have, especially when the crew with me were best friend Cron, funny Janya and diamond Tess. We didn't see too much of the festival and even though my brain and actions constantly reminded me I needed sleep, I didn't listen and laughed a lot instead, sleepwalking visited Milano, Lake Como, Nice, Geneva, Monaco, Tess' fabulous Montreux and our new favorite Roquebrune Cap Martin, and even more. An overload of unforgettable memories of most sorts, good and bad. The flight instructions, the magic bottle, the sussi, the pain, the threat about jail, the walk, the obsession, the two serving Swedes, the perfect and the most idiotic. A trip that probably never will be beaten and that I could write many novels about.
t h e t r i p p y t r i p o f t r i p s
half of europe in less than a week
Two months later I went to London to mainly visit Cecilia, had a great time with her and a one of a kind evening with Najat and the Laassila sisters. Next up, me, Cron and Järps will fly to an adventure in Moscow, one of largest cities in the world I know very little about. My curiosity approves. We'll play russian roulette and look for Soda Popinski in every dark corner we find.
Superkär is still waiting to be released and I've in the meantime worked on a number of projects, heard about my old The perfect hour being shown on weird places like hospitals and a cruiser, been planning the next big thing as well as finishing this page and remaking the Elenziah.com one. I also had the enormous pleasure to work for my since long fave David Fincher on The girl with the dragon tattoo here in Uppsala, obviously quite the thrill for a curious one like me who've seen his masterful Se7en over ten times and heard countless of interviews with him. Cool guy, and cool to watch and try to learn as much as possible about his process, and even be a tiny part of it.
Apart from a few other fun adventures, like a some meetings and events in Stockholm and a week on Fårö, it's been a year of an overabundant time in the editing programs, so damn much I'm bored enough to consider moving to a jungle in Gambia just for the action. But what would I do there, except building big monuments from the bananas and coconuts? Damnit! I feel let out of prison anyway and will treasure my time before some project makes me return. It'll have to be worth it, that's for sure.
Having started from scratch with this page meant that I said goodbye to the old blog, but not without giving it a shot of immortalization. If you want to backtrack through my three years prior to this blog, you can find a pdf of it here. Thanks for reading and hope you'll see each other again, you and the internet.
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