Another ad starring Lennart went live the other day. This time, Lennart visits beautiful Grebbestad in Bohuslän along Sweden’s southwest coastline. Produced for the Tourism Board of Western Sweden.
Here’s my birth certificate from just about 57 years ago today. I wonder what it was like for my parents to look at me, hold me, feel about me as I lie in that crib at Saint John’s Hospital in Santa Monica back in the summer of 1963. Because of how things developed, it’s hard to imagine that they felt remotely as euphorically happy about my arrival as Charlotte and I did when our daughter Elle was born. But somehow I know they did. You can’t help but feel joy when your child is born. It’s such an amazing happening. A miracle, for lack of a less religious way to describe it.
When I think of the number fifty-seven, I can both relate to that in 13 years, I’ll be 70 and that I have a long way to go if I make it to my 100th birthday, like my friend Fred Nicholas did the other month. I have my doubts about reaching that auspicious age, though. Too many past sins…some of which are bound to catch up with me. Rationally, speaking.
Lisa, one of my oldest friends from back in LA, just pointed out that I should celebrate my triumphs today and not despair or dwell on bad shit. Everyone goes through bad shit. Bad shit is part of the human experience. Without the bad shit, how would you or could you enjoy the good shit? There has to be a balance, of course. An equilibrium between the good and the bad shit. And with the obvious exception of my first decade and a half on this wonderful blue planet, I definitely consider most of my life thus far to have been really, really good. Enviable, even. However, I do continue to yearn for some things; to be truer to myself, think less of other’s opinions, take more risks, embrace more challenges. Evolve creatively. Practice Qigong more. Drink less. Eat less with my mouth and more with my brain.
After a Champagne breakfast in bed, as per our family’s tradition, Charlotte and her co-conspirator, the mini dachshund Lennart, have a few birthday surprises in store for me today. Later, towards the evening, a couple of old friends are going to drop by and join us for dinner. That’s it. So now I’m 57. Weird.
Shot this yesterday afternoon during a 10k walk along the sea and through a couple of farms. Fleeing the fields for a couple of days. Work calls me back to Lund for yet another podcast episode. I am hosting/moderating yet another discussion between three distinguished gentlemen and automotive experts.
Shot these low-hanging flowers (Magnolia blossoms?) during Charlotte and my 7.5k walk this morning in a lush valley not far from Vejbystrand called Sinaparsdalen. It’s one of many mapped walks in and around Hallandsåsen – a hilly area south of Båstad and north of Förslöv. Here’s a satellite view of Sinaparsdalen brought to you by Google. Not many people out and about today – despite really good trekking weather – but those we met kept their distance and we were careful not to touch any of the many wooden gates with our bare hands. Strange times are theses.
Shot this crate of root fruit sometime last September during my outdoor exhibit “Malmö Upside Down”. The exhibit was immensely popular and a fun show to produce – in the midst of a large public garden in Malmö’s Slottsträdgråden. I’ve not always enjoyed eating root fruit. But I’ve enjoyed it tremendously for the past five years, which is about when I stopped eating meat and bird.
From the other evening in the harbor of Vejbystrand where I found the perfect spot to practice a few of my Qigong moves.
Shot today from my hotel room on the 7th floor at Park Inn in Västra Hamnen, Malmö. While both have their respective merits, Grand Hotel Lund and Park Inn Malmö could not possibly be more different in every aspect except for two shining similarities; affordable, mid-week room rates, and an extraordinarily high service level thanks to an extraordinarily low occupancy rate.
This is what it looked like last night when the gusty winds finally subsided and left behind a vacuum of placidity and tranquility. While standing there with my camera, I felt so far from the calamity and drama sweeping across the world right now.
If you look above to the right in the image, where the big tree is, you’ll see the silhouette of a small, wooden birdhouse that I hung up there a few weeks ago, hoping some fine feathered fowl would discover the place and find it so irresistibly attractive, they’d move in. Well, yesterday, I saw a potential tenant checking the place out. I want to remember that one of my first woodshop projects when I arrived in Sweden back in 1978, was a crudely made birdhouse of birch. The one I hung up on the tree was decidedly more stylish and well-built and probably made in a factory somewhere in China.
Today I learned that the coronavirus is so small, that it would take several hundred of them lined up after each other just to cover the side of a single grain of sand. That’s small!
Yet once a virus gets into your body and takes hold of a host cell, almost any host cell, the very purpose, the nature, the destiny of every virus, is ultimately to take over the cell it enters and reproduce itself as fast as possible.
Furthermore, I also learned that a virus is basically a recipe, a self-executing, malignant program with code designed without any other agenda than to hijack and grow exponentially. I don’t know much about computer viruses (I’ve been using Apple computers for 30 years, so I have never experienced what it’s like to be infected by a computer virus.) but they seem to have been modeled after biological virus.
There is something humbling about the enormous reproductions caused by covad-19. For all of humans incredible inventions, all our disruptive, technical breakthroughs and feats of astonishing mechanical engineering, including advanced intercontinental ballistic missile systems, satellites, lunar travel and an international space station, all it takes to disrupt world order is a single teeny, weeny virus. And only by eventually retro-engineering it will we be able to figure out how to counteract its ability to devastatingly paralyze every society on the planet. Humbling.
The ingredients for the above collage are from Málaga where our friends are still trapped until at least April 12.
Kan tyvärr inte visa den senaste kortfilmen som jag producerat åt gänget på Clarion Malmö Live. Den ligger i embargo fram till julafton. Men så bilden ovan togs vid ungefär samma tidpunkt som filmens slutvinjett spelades in. Under inspelningen fick jag smakprov på och insyn i hur gigantiskt det här projektet är. Är definitivt ingen expert på konserthus, men av det jag såg igår kväll, kommer Malmös nya musikcentra att bli riktigt mäktig. Återkommer när filmen släppts.
Skrev häromdagen på ett nytt företagsavtal med Telia och passade på att byta upp mig från iPhone 5 till iPhone 6. Har kvar den gamla telefonen och redan nu känns den liten och föråldrad. Märkligt hur snabbt man vänjer sig vid sexans större skärm. Visst, den nya modellen är snabbare, har 4G och ny design
Men det är kameran och videoinspelningarna som imponerar mest. Den fenomenala bildkvalitén börjar närma sig kommersiell användning. Och att kunna filma High Definition i 240fps på en mobiltelefon är nästan ogreppbart. Filmen ovan är från en stormig men vacker solnedgång här i Västra Hamnen för några dagar sedan. Allt är filmat på frihand och stabiliserade i efterhand i Final Cut Pro X.
Med hjälp av en app kan iPhone 6 spela in 4k – men det lär vara standard i nästa modell. Undra vilken upplösning iPhone 9 kommer att ha…6k?