The Wrestler …

I have no friggin idea what to write in this here blog, website, virtual space, digital diary etc. All I know is that I miss writing about my life. When I was younger it was all I did, but these days I try to live it instead. With moderate success. Years swoosh by like a motherfucker and all of sudden I'm about to turn 30. Stuck in Stockholm and the cold, dark that is the swedish winter. A month shy of moving back down to Berlin where hopefully some energy can be derived. Both me and the Mrs have a lot of touring left, me with Tiger Lou, she with Hello Saferide. Our dog Bess is acting like a teenage alien right now, and I worry like crazy how we'll make shit work down in Berlin. Touring, living, working – I guess it's always a puzzle too big for most. Some days you just wanna sink down with a bottle of Jameson, a good movie a bag of nuts. Some mad nuts. Some days you wanna take on the world. I guess those are the basics of being human. And I dig it!

Today is a day filled with little tasks, all of which keep me from over-thinking, over-analyzing and over-interpreting. Which in these times of course is a perfect thing. So … I'll buy the fish, I'll buy the wine, get dressed, celebrate the new year in the warm company of friends of both past and present, make smart resolutions and some dumb ones and welcome 2009 with a big ass smile. In moments of self honest clarity, I know that the next year will be a great one – because I choose it to be. If I'm not my life's keeper – how is?

Hopefully, by next entry I will have seen Darren Aronofsky's The Wrestler – a film I've been waiting for a very long time. And finished both The Road and The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. Til then y'all – Happy Friggin New Year!