I’ve never been to an opera. Actually, as of today that’s a lie. I went to an opera today (technically last night) and it was a very interesting experience.
Unfortunately it wasn’t a great experience due to them often having multiple people singing different songs at the same time, which just ended up drowning each other out and making it impossible to make out what they were singing about.
The opera was “Vampyren” (The Vampire). It was the dress rehearsal, it’s supposed to premiere at Läckö Castle tomorrow (Sunday). My boss got an invitation for the company because we work on their website, so my boss, his wife (who also works at the company) and me went there.
It is originally a German opera (Der Vampyr) by Heinrich Marschner from 1828 translated to Swedish by Catarina Gnosspelius.
It was about 3 hours and I have to admit I got a little bored towards the end.
I can’t say it was the greatest opera experience for the first time, but I also don’t believe all operas are like this. But I liked the story. It was just ruined by the presentation unfortunately.
That said I think I prefer theatre. Though I don’t really go see plays a lot either…
A great trip later (many small ones) and one huge experience richer. It’s of course impossible to summarize the entire trip as a whole except to say it was… interesting into the last minute. I’ve learned things and experienced things and felt things. I’ve had expectations tossed onto their heads and also experienced some pain.
When I was little we went on a number of vacations, sometimes to the coast, sometimes to the mountains between Sweden and Norway to ski, and sometimes we went out camping with our caravan. In later years we started renting a sailboat each year for a few years until dad bought his own which we then went out with up until I moved out. This has been my first proper vacation with no family.
The trip in question is a car trip across Europe, from Sweden to Spain, passing through Denmark, Germany and France to get there. The trip took place because my best friend Eric got married, and was planned by him and Elin, his now wife. They decided that instead of going on a honeymoon on their own they’d organize a trip with some friends. The trip involved them, me and Zandra and Filip, who is a long time friend of me and Eric.
The trip was also going to include a sixth person but they were unable to come.
I don’t dream a lot, and what I mean by that is that I only very rarely remember dreams when I wake up. I’m pretty sure I still dream though, I just don’t remember it.
Last night I had an odd dream. I was with someone on a beach. Everything was gray, the sand, the water, the sky. Everything. We were apparently trying to build a craft of some sort to get off the beach. I assume we were stranded. I managed to get a boat (somehow) and out in the water I befriended a bird. No clue why.
The whole thing then transitioned to me trying to get some papers from a locked office room. I think it was a school, may have been one of my old schools which would make sense. I don’t know why I wanted those papers but it seemed important. I still had the bird and was trying to use it to get into the room.
That’s pretty much what I can recall at this point. It always feels weird to recall a dream because it happens so rarely.
I can’t ever recall having a nightmare. Which I suppose I should be thankful for, but maybe I just suppress them or something?
So apparently mom read the previous post about me moving, which I didn’t expect despite posting a link to it on Facebook. Apparently she took offense to the post as she thought it implied that I’d had a horrible time living there. She said she’d “read between the lines”.
Of course it didn’t say that. I wrote that there were annoyances and several reasons to want to move out. Plenty more than what I’d written about to be sure. That doesn’t mean it was horrible. It was very comfortable. Just frustrating sometimes.
So, as usual the frequency at which I write these is severely lacking. I should try to write more.
A significant thing has happened since the last post, I’ve moved! I moved out of my parents house, after roughly 26 years of living there (I’m 28, the first two years we lived in an apartment). Continue reading “The First Move”
So, the art-counter site broke slightly a few days ago. Nothing serious though.
I had just made a new drawing for the first time in quite a while (96 days) and when I added it to the counter I noticed that it hadn’t underlined the times and made them copy-able like it was supposed to.
Yesterday night I installed a plugin for Disqus on my art site and connected it to my account. That means it’s now possible to post comments on my art.
Disqus requires logging in either with a Disqus account, facebook, twitter or google. So if you want to comment you need one of those. I like having comments on things. I like comments. As long as they’re useful or insightful of course, but I don’t mind non-useful comments either, but I’m not very likely to respond to those.
I do mind bad comments though, such as pointless hate or threats or such. That’s a given.