Today it’s been the International Teddy Bear Day. For you who didn’t know this I can tell you that president Theodore Teddy Roosevelt from which the teddy bear got its name had his birthday today, the 27th of October. And therefore the international teddy bear day is is celebrated today all over the world.
I celebrated this day by eating an ice cream. And before I go to sleep I will give my loved ones a hug.
That was exactly how long I had been on my internship before I got sick. It was the first time I got to call in sick during my current education. I didn’t even know the e-mailaddress to send my absent to. I didn’t get time to do much yesterday either, we had a meeting the whole morning basically. And during the afternoon I was mostly sniffling and doing some research, I have got some ideas though and I hope most of it is doable.
Almost everyone is interested in music in some way. I am not more interested in music than ordinary people but since it is one of my interests just as any of my interests it should be a part of the series of blogposts about my interests. I’ll try to write about what music means and has meant to me during my life.
First something about creating music.When I grew up making music was a part of my family’s life. For example I had a brother who sang more than he was talking. Even though my parents had quit playing instruments it was a matter of course for me and my brother to play instruments as well. As really young kids we played with instrument toys such as drums and guitars. But when we became older it was time to play real instruments. Since I always have wanted to do the straight opposite as everyone else I chose to play the trombone. I was one of the only two girls playing trombone in Norrköping. After five years of industrious trombone playing I realized that I have no tactfulness, by then it had been long time since I had realized that I can’t sing and so I put the music making on the shelf.
Me playing drums.
What I have enjoyed more in life than making music is listening to music. As kid I was basically fed with Carola by my parents. When she won the Eurovision song contest with Fångad av en stormvind in 1991 I thought she was the best artist ever (I still know the lyrics by heart). I still like Carola, she’s a great singer and artist but it is not the music I mainly listen to.
During my teenager years I was a punk rocker. I started to listen to swedish punk when I was around 12 years old, at around 15 I discovered the skatepunk and after that it was only punk that existed for me. Swedish punk, english punk and american punk. Some of my favourite bands back then were Dia Psalma, Charta 77, The Clash, Blink 182 and Lagwagon.
Me with spikes in 2001.
Five years ago I regained my common sense and realized that there are other music than punk rock music worth listening to. I started to listen to rock, pop, some synth music and so on. Still I don’t listen to most of the music played on the radio but I have a much broader spectrum of music that I listen to. Since Spotify came I am also listening even more to music. Spotify is constantly running on one or two of my computers these days.
Today was my last day in school for this year. The whole day was devoted to the presentation of our project for the customers. A project we have worked with since August. We were very nervous before our presentation but the customers really liked our work and ideas. And now when it’s over, I really feel relieved. No more dementia before I get old… hopefully. Afterwards most of my classmates celebrated together with an afterwork at the local pub Retro. It was also a little goodbye since we are not gonna see each other that much during the upcoming weeks.
Ten weeks of internship at Tredje Statsmakten are awaiting and I am looking forward to it with joy. It will hopefully be alot of fun and instructive!
I am listening to one of Markus Krunegårds new albums. Lev som en gris dö som en hund. The sixth track on the album called Benny makes me think about old times in Norrköping. Benny was from the same hood as me. Even though he was drunk or high on drugs every time I met him during the final years of his life, he was one of the nicest guys I knew when I grew up. And it was just as Krunegård is singing, Benny wanted to live in freedom. There should be more people like Benny, he was never mean to anyone. It’s always sad when people like Benny are leaving us but I am happy to have known him.
When I am thinking of Benny I also feel happy, he always made people around him happy. I think about all the other guys who lived in the neighbourhood, those who were his closest friends. Some of them were my closest friends when I was even younger. Nice guys with a bit different plans for their future than me. Different but still alike.
My plan was to write part four in the series of blog posts about my interests today. But I have spent this sunday mostly in bed and since my laptop is confiscated by my school I haven’t written anything. I’ll try to do it as soon as possible. Now time for bed. Good night!
I have seen this video a lot of times and today when Mymlan posted it in Bloggvärldsbloggen I felt that I have to share it with my readers as well. It shows that we are all pieces of the same cookie. A cookie that tastes really good. Enjoy!