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The Reading Net for Kids by PlayOffice
Awesome! I absolutely love installations like this. I wish I lived in a home big enough to create 10 different kind of useful installations like this one.
In this public library Madrid-based creative studio PlayOffice came up with the perfect idea to get the kids to stay longer – a giant, tightly woven net attached to the railings on the second level of the library.
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My 2013 was about time. Value of time. And time spent on which values…
Each year around Christmas I start to think about this year review, that I've now written for, what? …4 years? During a year I experience so many things. And I'm actually good at pressing pause and reflect on what I learn from this and that. But if I just let a year pass by and quickly put everything behind me, when I enter the new year… will I then be able to remember, what I learned?
So even though I find this task of writing about my findings, reflections, and learnings like too much to overcome, I still force myself to do it. Because I know, I'm happy about it when I'm done. And from what I've experienced these past years of doing so; my year review very often make other people think and reflect about their own life. This makes me happy. I'm a true believer of 'sharing our stories' as part of connecting people and making this place better.
So what you will read about in this post, is:
- My 2013 in general
- Work, holidays, family, and love life
- Reflections that popped up during the year
- And chosen photos from month to month
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Like I said in the title; my 2013 was about time. Most of the year I spent using time on work. And not really for my own sake. It got to a point, where I didn't do anything else. I had no life besides work. Life was working. Every now and then I'd count the hours. Because when you're still at work at 3 AM in the morning for the 3rd day in a row, you start to calculate, how many hours you've actually lived in your office for that week. And how many, or rather… how few hours you've slept. Even during weekends. Because you spend Sunday with 14 hours of work too.
I chose to focus on the successes, because when you work this much, you create a lot too. And there's a lot of successes in between. But what starts to cause pain is when you notice all the things in your life, that you don't spend as much time on anymore… if any time at all. You start to see yourself react in a way, you know for sure, is so not like you. You start to feel pain in your body. And pain in your head. And pain in your heart – from your true needs not being prioritized. And then you start to reflect on your values. What makes you happy in life. What you want in life. And it becomes obvious, that right now – and for way way way too long – you have put all these values aside.
When this comes to your attention new thoughts arrive. Because how to change this? What to do differently? Do I need help? And can I get it? Or am I on my own with this? Can I make the changes here? Or do I need to go to change? And where do I go? Am I sick and tired of what I do – or is it purely because I spend every hour awake on doing this, that I get these thoughts about escaping?
I didn't want to escape. But I needed time away to connect with myself again. To see things clearly. To make decisions. And to go back and act on them. All this because:
I wasn't true to myself anymore. I wasn't true to my values.
I wanted my life back! And I wanted back Laura.
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I remember one day during the spring, when my good colleague Mads and I sat by the canal in Nyhavn after work eating an ice cream. "Laura, why do you do this?" he said – referring to the past 6 months, where I'd been working 70-80 hours per week after the former CEO quit his job. I looked at him, and told him honestly, that I didn't do this for my own sake. I did this out of stubbornness and will; I didn't want what happened at the agency to take away the job from one of our developers. And to come through this, I chose to focus on the good things. The successes, even the small ones, like a happy client calling you just because…
2013 has been my hardest year workwise ever. It has sucked out all energy. And I changed due to this. My life changed due to this.
I couldn't be present
In February – after 4 months of working 70-80 hours pr. week – I noticed, that I hadn't talked to either my mom or dad for a whole month. When they called me around 10 PM to check, if I was still alive, I looked at the phone display… and pressed the off button. I knew that I wouldn't be able to be present and actually listen or give anything of myself, if I picked up the phone. And I'd rather home those 20 minutes earlier… at 2:30 AM.
In March my good house colleague Casper said a joke to tease me. And where I'd usually ping pong on this with yet another teasing comment in return, I told him off in a way, that made me realize, I'd completely lost my true, natural energy.
Missing becomes physical
In March I noticed how much I missed my friends. Every Sunday I looked into my time planner. I wanted to have a life besides work. I demanded to have a life besides work! So I let myself keep one of the plans during the upcoming week. Like a concert or a birthday party. And then I cancelled all other plans. This made me miss seeing and spending time with my friends. I even felt it in my body. And whenever I did see them, I was tired. And my mind was a thousand places, making it even harder to focus and to enjoy just being there.
It wasn't about having fun while working anymore. It was about getting things done and get them out of the way. Working like a machine.
I learned how to manipulate myself
I've always known myself and my body very well. Which means, I also know my stress symptoms very well. I've worked in the advertising industry since 1999. So I've met these symptoms many times. But never ever to this extreme. And never ever for this long without a pause. During spring of 2013 I learned to manipulate all these stress symptoms. It was as if I knew exactly what minute to stand up or go and get something to drink. When to take 15 minutes in the fatboy chair, before continuing with 7 more hours of work. How much to stretch it… like at 2 AM when my sight started to blur, and my head hurt so much, and I knew I just needed to go straight to bed… but I kept working for yet another hour to get done. As if the work you do after a 16 hour work day is amazingly good.
When ever I went to the kitchen at work to get something to drink, I was hoping I wouldn't meet anyone. Because when you meet people, you are expected to small talk. And the natural Laura would do this out of joy and normality. But I wasn't myself. I couldn't involve myself in my house colleague's thoughts, projects, or weekends. I didn't have time to listen. Or to chat. Their information was too much for me. I hated that it had come to this. But taking the time to chat with them in the kitchen wasn't the way for me to change this.
Wanting to escape
May 2013 was the first time I started to 'escape'. In my mind. I remember thinking: "What if I had a job… still in this digital, creative, innovative, business developing space… but in an environment, where you can actually have a life on the side. Where, if I leave from work at 6 PM, I'm the last one?".
I'd gotten a new colleague, who's temper I had a hard time dealing with. Mostly because he couldn't control his temper. Twice a week I had to ask him to take a deep breath, and lower his voice when he spoke to the rest of us. We don't have any employees with hearing problems. But we might get some, if this continued. One meter from us. With a pointing finger in our faces. Caused by frustrations or worries about things that could happen… but hadn't happened. Sometimes I succeeded with avoiding these yelling temper situations, that not only was uncomfortable, but completely crossed my limits. But many times I couldn't catch them as his temper escalated. So being yelled at became weekly happenings. And I found myself dealing with them in different ways as time passed by. From feeling empathy in the beginning, and trying to understand his personality. To getting angry because I couldn't accept this behavior. To shutting my mouth and let him empty his verbal trash can on top of me, just closing my ears, and mentally putting a shield around me, until he'd used up all his energy, and I then were able to reach him with words in a sensible manner. Or tears. Sometimes after 25 minutes of frustrations being poured over me, my system was so tired, that silent tears would start to run from my eyes. And every time this happened, it was like my tears reached his vulnerability. "Laura, don't cry. It's not about you", he'd say. And I'd respond with: "I know. But I'm the receiver of your temper. And you need to learn to control this! It makes me lose my respect for you. It makes me not able to reach you. I cannot accept this – on me or the other guys. I completely lose my energy every single time this happens". Whenever I talked to the board about this, I got the same answer: "We really like that you guys have such different personalities. The company gains from this 'good cop, bad cop' combination".
In May I started to look forward to my summer vacation – in August. Summer was the best time of work this year, because the office was quiet. The clients were gone on holiday. And I only worked 50-60 hours per week. I worked on some of the ideas, that I'd been putting away for more than a year due to lack of time. So finally I could press off on the machine – and work out of passion again.
I felt alone
During summer I remember thinking a lot about what stress is. And how you need help with this. I felt awfully alone with this issue, because it wasn't taken seriously at work from my colleagues on my own level. Since I still looked (somewhat) appropriate and was still able to joke around and spread good vibes at work… I was still the same old Laura, right? Even though you can tell your friends about situations at work, they aren't there everyday. And they never know how extreme this actually is. I had one colleague, who was worried about me. Many nights he'd chat me up on Skype telling me to go to bed. But in situations like this, you need the top level to take this serious. Which is hard, when they, too, don't see you every day. And don't experience for themselves, how extreme this is.
A boyfriend would have been a witness
I remember telling my friend Maria, that sometimes I was so happy, that I didn't have a boyfriend. Because then I didn't have yet another person expecting something from me. But on the other hand; if I had just had a boyfriend, I'd have a daily witness of this extreme way of living. Someone who'd say: "Laura, it's not alright to come home from work at 3 AM 3 nights in a row… again this week". Someone who'd be there, who'd listen, who'd protect me… and who I would protect from having such a tired, un-present girlfriend – never kissing him goodnight, until he'd already slept for hours.
I remember thinking: "Is stress something you've got, only if you chose to go to the doctor, so she can write it on a piece of paper?". Because as long as you don't have a breakdown – with loosing your voice or crying in front of a client in the middle of a presentation – then it's not bad enough? So if I choose not to go to my doctor… and not to tell her… then I'm not stressed. Enough. Enough to be taken serious.
And as time pass by, and this is your daily life, things start to blur anyway. Things melt together. Your limits move. When limits are crossed, you find a new level to stand on. Or to survive on. To get through this.
I didn't tell my doctor. Because I didn't know what we'd do with the answer I knew for sure I'd get.
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I planned my summer vacation very strategic. I needed time away to look at my life. To look at my values. What I want in life. How I want my life to be. How I want my every day to be. So I decided to only go places, I'd been before – and with family or friends, I really know well. And who I didn't have to 'be there for'. I needed to be there for myself.
First stop was Piemonte, Italy
The first week I went to my dad's ex wife's house in Piemonte in Italy – with her, my oldest younger brother Eske and his girlfriend Christina. I've been there before. And it was nice to go back and see this amazingly beautiful landscape again. Her house is located in a very non-touristy area, which makes the small nearby town called Ceva even more Italian. Very authentic. When I'm there I feel like I step right into the year of 1938.
I brought a book, that I've read before. I only read books, when I'm on vacation. And I'm a slow reader, so I never get very far. I've got many books on my bookshelves. Because there's so much stuff in the world – put into books – that I'd love to learn about. But reading is not a great way for me to gain knowledge. I lose my concentration and I get tired.
During my vacation, the total vacation, I finished the book and started on the sequel. Which I haven't read a single page in, since I got home… in September. But anyway… The last time I read both of the books was about 7 years ago. They are by Michael Newton and about the "Journey of Souls – case studies of life between lives". I love these two books. Growing up I've always been interested in spirituality, personal development, psychology and topics like these. And when I read these books 7 years ago, it was the very first time, I ever read something where my own thoughts and beliefs on what life is and why we're here and what happens next were put into words. They give me that feeling of confirmation, you know, that "yes, this is it… yes, I know… exactly, I'm with ya… aha, yeah, right"…
Returning to childhood memories in Christiansø, Denmark
Next destination was Christiansø – the isle of Christian, the easternmost part of Denmark. I went here for a week with my mom. As a child we always went here; me, my brothers and sisters, and my parents. Either camping or in our sailboat. Only 100 people live here. The place is truly magical. You're in the middle of the Baltic Sea. Far from everything. Completely dependent of the weather situation. High season had just ended. And my mom and I blended in with the locals. This week was about revisiting childhood memories, feeling close to nature, being close to history… the place tells a thousand stories from its past – as a fortress with soldiers and prisoners in a way, that you can still visualize the soldiers on guard, when you walk home at night with fresh water to your cabin…
This week was also about silence. Just sitting of the rocks with my mother and a blanket. Looking at the sea, listening to the sea gulls, reading in a book, or taking a nap… and the only todo of the day was deciding what to eat.
Andalusia, Spain – and what I didn't want
I spent the 3rd week of vacation in Andalusia, Spain, with my good friend Tobias. I've been there before, and it's such a beautiful and relaxing place. We ate well, hung out in the sun, and swam in the ocean. And listened to Moderat's track Bad Kingdom, almost, on repeat. The chorus "This is not what you wanted. Not what you had in mind" pin pointed exactly, how I felt about life back home in Copenhagen. Work life.
I cried my eyes out one night, while telling Tobias about the situations at work. At this time I was so frustrated. And sad. All these thoughts had nothing to do with what else I wanted instead. I just didn't want it this way.
During the week in Spain I noticed something incredible one day. My headache was gone! The strong ache in my temples in each side of my head had gone. I couldn't remember any day in 2013 where it hadn't been there. It had become part of being awake. But yay! It was gone with the Mediterranean wind.
Unfortunately the headache returned the very night before going back to work…
My dad's house in Sweden
I extended vacation with 4 days in Sweden with my close friend Maria. We both needed time for peace and quietness, girl talk, huge brunch tables in the mornings, long walks in the woods, starring at the lake, listening to the sounds of nature, and talks about values, work life, balance, and love life, while putting more wood in the fireplace, and look at it burn, as if it was TV. And eating cake and cheap Swedish candy.
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The good thing about returning to work in September, was, that I felt straight away, how much I really love what I do. I felt the drive – and how proud I got and how much energy I gained, when a client phoned me that day with pure compliments. Due to my many thoughts about work the past time, I'd been worried about, if all this had made me lose my interest in my job and the industry.
We run
I've always felt, that the ad industry is an unhealthy one to work in if you're in your 30's and have a leadership position. The demands are high. And consistent. And you very often think, that nothing will ever be good enough. Whenever you make something good or reach the target, you just need to do it even better the next time. And even though we celebrate with hugs, high-fives, or even fancy dinners and drinks – you barely get to swallow your food, because you need to run into the next meeting about the next briefing for the next project to reach the new goals. We run and run and run and run…
A thousand questions
The first couple of days in September, I was extremely frustrated. I knew I needed to do something about my situation. But I wasn't sure what yet. I didn't want to let down the guys at work and just leave as if I didn't care for them. But I didn't want this. I've never thought about leaving the industry. But now I did. Because would I be able to find an agency, where people worked 'normal' hours. And would work life outside of agency life suit me at all? Wouldn't I get bored? Or feel that everything went awfully too slow? Would it be creative enough for me? What would a hybrid digital creative like me do outside of the ad industry? Would they put me in a box? And make me work with just one area? Who was I outside of advertising and digital? I've grown up in this industry. I came here 14 days after high school, when I was 20 years old – and I never left. Part of my identity is here. I know this industry. And I know what to do here – and how we do stuff here. Really, this industry is all I know. I know what I love about this industry. And what is challenging and hard. And unhealthy. But it's still home to me. Would I feel at home in another industry? Would I even want to, really?
Saying it out loud
I started talking to a few people about my thoughts. The people closest to me. Which helped. Saying these things out loud, which I'd mainly kept to myself all through the year. When you work in a small industry like advertising, in a small city like Copenhagen, you cannot speak freely about thoughts of quitting your job. Because your word spreads like fire.
And the very first thing, people will ask you, when you mention these thoughts, is: "Then what do you want to do?"
But this wasn't about the replacement.
In the beginning of September I found out, how hard it is to find another job while having a 70-hour work week. Someone asked me to come and visit them for an interview. But having no spare time in your calendar, when do you make this happen? And will you even be able to actually take in the vibes from this new place? Are you able of feel what you want?
Then something important happened…
I got angry
During a meeting, when I got more tasks pointed out for me to do, and I asked us to be reasonable, a colleague of mine looked at me very frustrated and said: "I get so annoyed with you mentioning work hours. So what if you need to work for 10 more hours per week. It's just for a period of time". This sentence got important to me – especially coming from someone who only worked 40 hours per week. Because 10 more hours for me would be 80. And I'd done this all through winter time. And I never want to do the same ever again. "Just for a period of time" was not true. The period of time had already started way back in September 2012. And I'd been working like this for 12 months now. So this wasn't "a period of time" to me. At all! This was my life! How my life had become.
So finally I got angry.
Actually I got furious. I just didn't show it then. I silenced. Because spending more energy wasn't worth it. As I biked home from work, I saw a postman in his vehicle. I remember thinking: "What if I had a job, where I just needed to do stuff. Not really using my head. Just deliver, and then leave". Of course I knew, that a job like this would bore the brain out of me within just 2 days. But it could be an escape. Later this evening I thought the same thing about the waiter: "What if I should just serve people and make them happy. And never be forced to constantly make up new stuff". If I had a job like this, imagine all the cool projects I could do in my spare time. Of course I know I was stereotyping big time. But it was clear to me, that I had these escape-thoughts once more.
Anger is useful for pushing things away
That night out I was so angry. Which made me not care. And I needed this. Because I'd cared way too much about my work place and my colleagues for far too long. The great thing about anger is, that it's extremely useful with helping you to push things or people away from you. Anger helped me with this.
The very next day, I felt huge sorrow. Because what happened inside of me would change my everyday life. I've put so much work and effort into my job and agency, into the clients, and into my awesome colleagues. And what I knew I had to do, would put myself in a completely new situation without these people. Who I cared for. And without all the work, that we'd build up. And then what? What's next? What would I do? I cried on the phone with my mom that day. And with my friend Maria too. And then I went to bed – only to wake up in a completely calm state of mind…
The rise of the totem pole
During my sleep it was as if a solid totem pole had risen up through my spine. And this one sentence was clear – and made me feel peace and comfort: "I don't want this. And that's all I need to know".
So a week later I went to the board telling them, that I didn't want to be partner in the agency anymore. I knew saying this out loud would have huge consequences. Because when saying this, you also say: "I'm not part of the team anymore". I needed for the board to take action, instead of myself. Because this would give me more time. Time I needed to get in touch with myself again. To find Laura again. And my true energy and being.
I got fired
Two weeks later I got fired. The agency are closing down my position and returning to their core business; being a code house and a subcontractor for other agencies.
I not only felt a huge relief. I felt free.
My last 3 months of working with the agency I spent working from my home office – finishing up projects and assignments. I noticed, that after just one week of working from home, my creativity returned. And also my energy for creating new stuff. Side projects. For years, whenever I'd gotten a great idea for something, it had made me kind of frustrated. Because I never had time to actually develop any of it. But now I could. Now I felt the energy. Now I could build my own stuff and turn ideas into execution. One of the projects being Mindre End Tre, which a lot of Danish tweeps got to know very well during December.
I made new findings within myself during these last 3 months of 2013. Besides feeling inspired and feeling creative again, I also felt extremely tired. For the past 3 years I'd been used to sleeping only 5-6 hours per night. Now I needed to sleep 9-10 per night. It scared me a bit. Hello stress relieve. But I accepted this. And didn't try to force it being any different.
I found a new life sentence too, that I started to live from: "I want my life back".
This sentence was in the back of my head every day. Changing how things were – into how I wanted things. With my family, my friends, my love life, my hobbies… everything but work. I didn't spend time on worrying about work and the "what's next" issue. I spent time on focusing on life besides work. I started to think, how I want more challenges outside of work. Not hard ones, of course. Challenges as in focus. Like learning how to sing better. Or learning how to speak Spanish better. Like getting a boyfriend. Saying yes instead of the constant no, when a nice cool guy asks me out.
I just needed to deal with a few more things… like my apartment.
Fundamental change
The very first week of working from home, I discovered a huge water damage in my kitchen. Water came up from the kitchen floor! For 2-3 weeks all the water that I'd been using in the kitchen hadn't reached the downpipe due to a major leak. Instead it had run down to the basement – and filled up the floor separation. Only for me to discover this, when the floor separation was so full of water, that it came up through my kitchen floor.
3 months has just past. And even though I've went through the hell of living with a noisy dehumidifier, a broken floor – and then a new floor, it's still an on-going situation. Because the carpenters didn't do the floor correctly. And they need to come out and either fix it quite a few places. Or start all over and getting the new floor off to fix the old floor underneath and then put yet another new floor on top. How things like this can make you tired!
As I talked to my dad about though… this water damage was quite symbolic: What I experienced was indeed a true change of fundament. I need new grounds to stand on.
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This New Year's Eve meant more to me than the past couple of New Years. December 31st was my last day at my old agency. And from January 1st 2014 I'm free to find a new job.
I'm also ready for a new job. I've needed these past 3 months to finish off my old job. And finding myself again. And I've needed the time to not think about work at all. This means, that I've only told the people, I met anyway about my work situation. Which have generated interesting meetings and contacts. But nothing that I've committed myself to yet. I am looking at this as a fine opportunity to talk to different companies, also the ones I wouldn't have considered interesting to me workwise just a few years back. But now I look at the non-agency industry with an open mind too – because I've seen how many of the companies here have moved into a digital space the past couple of years, where I'd be able to find the exciting challenges and projects, I like working with.
One of the next couple of days I'll post a blog post (in Danish), where I'll be more specific with what I've worked with for the past +14 years, what I love doing, and what I'd love to find in my next job.
I want a job:
- in the creative, digital, innovative space
- probably within communication, innovation, marketing, relation, or advertising
- in an environment with talented passionate people
- in a down to earth culture, where people have a life besides work, even due to their passion for it
I know, that I'm driven by 'making a difference'. This is why I like to build up things too. Instead of only managing and running projects. I love to touch people. With creating that flow, mechanism, communication or concept, that makes a difference to them – either through making things easier or more effective, or making them think, touching their hearts, or making them act or involve themselves.
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In May 2013 I was talking to a friend, Thomas, from the same industry as me. Both of us were single. And we were sitting one night after work by one of the Copenhagen canals looking at the water while having a coffee. We talked about love life. And what was extremely clear to me, was that I didn't have a boyfriend because I worked as much as I did.
Writing a review of your year, like I've done for the past couple of years, makes some things stand out! For the past 3 years in a row, I'd been writing extremely similar year reviews; with how I was working too much, sleeping way too little, and how I hadn't fallen in love.
I'd changed my behavior to protect myself
I told my friend by the canal, that for the past 8 months I had barely given any man a chance. When I went out with my friends, and a man was smiling at me and trying to get eye contact, I'd act very un-true to myself and look away as quick as possible. If he was consisting, and tried to make a move and come over to talk to me, I very quickly had to go to the restroom or to the bar – just to get away from the conversation.
I didn't want more people in my life having hopes or expectations to me. And involving myself with a new guy would create exactly this. Not to mention: When will you be able to get to know each other, when you can only offer time for coffee on a specific date 5 weeks from now.
It wasn't that I lived in complete celibacy. I was just very stingy with my time. And I had to be almost overwhelmed by "there's something so extraordinary in this chemistry between us, that I need to find out more".
I didn't like my new behavior. Not looking people in their eyes. Not being outgoing. Not interacting with new people and strangers. None of this was being the true me. But I was very aware of the behavior. I used it to survive during this phase in my life. Even though it wasn't what I wanted. I used it to help me focus on the friends I went out with. Or myself.
You don't get a boyfriend when acting like this.
Focusing on my love life
So in September, when I decided, that I wanted back my life, I also decided to focus on my love life as part of this 'I want Laura back' path. I should say yes more often. Yes to coffee, a beer, a walk in the hood or forest. I should give men a chance. Not all, of course. But whenever my curiosity was awaken.
After two weekends in a row, where I'd been out with friends (who are couples), I noticed, that you don't necessarily talk to any interesting hot stranger, just because you go out. So if I wanted to focus on this, I'd have to 'put myself out there' more. So I decided to give internet dating a chance, to open up even more opportunities. And to be able to 'surf' through potential 'I want to get to know you better' men on a normal Wednesday evening…
Putting myself out there
10 minutes after my registration, I was about to delete my profile! Because my God! When you're the 'new lady' on a platform like this, the welcoming from the men are overwhelming. It's like they barely look at you – they just want a chance for me to check them out. You get so many irrelevant e-mails from men, who find you exciting or attractive. But who hasn't thought this through on second; would I ever find him attractive? It's written pretty clearly, that in general I'm not attracted to men more than 5-6 years above or below my own age. So no… I'm sorry – you're too much like my little brother. Or you look way way too 'grown up' for me to ever be sexual attracted to you… another way of saying old. Thank you for liking my pictures. But have you checked your own? Thank you for finding me interesting, but could you seriously see our lives potentially unite and melt together one day? …our lifestyles and interests being completely opposite.
Politeness is tricky online
The good thing is that after just a couple of weeks, it does become that extra window to look through, alongside of meeting people the old analogue way. I just needed to learn how to reject people faster, without sounding rude. Online it's like men compare "she responded to my mail with answers to my questions" with "then she must be super into me". Politeness is tricky online. It's one of the most easiest things to misunderstand – or put more in to.
I dislike secret people
One of the very first e-mails I got on this dating platform, was a man writing: "Your last name is Jul, right?". There was no hi or no bye, or no mentioning of his own name. So I found this super shallow. Almost arrogant. And I was just reminded how much I dislike 'secret' people. People who give nothing of themselves! So I wrote him back with a sentence almost as short: "Why question, when you already know? Regards, Laura Jul".
A fine add on
To support platforms like this, I have to say, that yes – even though I hear myself say 'eww' inside my head, when ever men around 50 has been checking out my profile – or even worse, when they write… and even though it feels completely overwhelming and full of just irrelevant opportunities, you are able to find interesting likeminded people in there… and a lot of your friends… and hot models and ugly weirdos and a whole lot in between. But out of 400 men looking at you, 5 of them are actually good-looking and present themselves as someone, you can see yourself have coffee with. So it's a fine 'add on' to meeting new people on a normal week day.
I don't do dates on cafés
Meeting men this way and going on dates reminded me of situations that I had basically been avoiding for the past 8 months. How I really don't like the typical 'date' situation. How I avoid having coffee in a café, I usually go to – because I know for sure, that I'll meet people I know. And this situation is private to me. In the beginning. I want to avoid the situation of the "we're new with each other" – how everyone besides us listens to our conversation, because what you ask each other in the very beginning reveals that you don't even know how he takes his coffee. And a public space like this doesn't create the surroundings, that will make me more interested in him… like digging deeper into topics, that I find interesting. That makes me get to know him better. The topics or life experiences with learnings from love, pain, damage or suffering. Being able to ask how come – and getting the true answer. And not the "we're at a public café, where every one can listen" answer.
I also like privacy on a first date better, because it allows me to get physical, when I want. And not when and how it's appropriate.
You need to be chosen
I've been thinking about how important it is – to everyone – that you're chosen! That the other person chooses you. Seriously, guys… and ladies for that matter… don't keep on writing someone and trying to get someone, if the person never writes you! There's a big difference in answering a text or e-mail – and writing one. Notice, if you are the one who get in touch always… and she is the one just answering you. Or chats in return. If she never writes you first – or never starts the conversation – she's not into you enough! Let her go then. There's much truth in the saying "Set her free. She'll come back, if blah blah blah". You need someone who wants you. Not someone who's just polite enough to answer you.
And be vulnerable. Say what you want. If what you want is 'get to know you better', say it. If what you want is 'just tonight', say it. Honesty and being brave will make you go far – and with the right people as companions. With less misunderstandings and less hurt feelings afterwards. I have always wondered why this is so hard to so many people. Everyone wants things to be easy. Especially relations. Yet they put complication on top of complication in to it with their insecurity, their fear of showing true feelings, their masks, their games, their fear of rejection. Rejection may hurt. But fact is, that if you get rejected, you're not made for each other. At least not as the situation is right now. So there's really no harm done. He wasn't the next 'right one' for you. So why spend more energy on this?
There's a huge comfort and acceptance in saying: "I've been honest to myself. And also to you. I've done, what I could. And that is all I can do".
So put your cards on the table, where we can both see them. Right next to mine. So together we can play the same game. With honesty and clear sight.
Insecurity is a contagious disease. It can affect even the brave ones. I wish more people would be brave – and dare to be vulnerable. I think vulnerability makes everything more… sharp. Pain hurts more. True. But not for as long. Because you don't protect yourself from it. You allow yourself to feel it! And the body – or mind – cannot feel this amount of pain for a very long time in a row. So it softens with time. Vulnerability also makes the happy situations even more happy – because your heart is straight open. And you feel the happiness run through your body. You don't just experience it with your mind. Vulnerability add more to life – in both ends of the spectrum. But I believe this is what life's about; not going through it being all numb. But gaining and learning from what hurts. And what "happys".
I like my new focus
Ones love life is truly something you need to choose. And I am grateful I finally decided to focus on it, because it brings a lot of great experiences. And kisses. And sex that tells you, you don't need to see this guy again. And hot and fun and passionate steamy sex that tells you, you want more of him. And reminders to me about how I love living the couple's life; Doing things together, thinking about each other, the fun, interesting or touching conversations – during the breaks from having sex… If I am to continue my life with getting only 5-6 hours of sleep each night, I want sex to be the reason instead of work.
The digital clean up
A thing that makes me wonder, which you become aware of when being single, is how many single people, who never 'clean up' in their digital space. When you and a boyfriend split up, it's the most normal thing in the world to take down photos from your living room wall of you and him in Thailand. You and him in love. You and him as partners and family. These photos belong to your past. And therefore you get rid of them, like putting them in the 'memory box' in the basement. You never look at them. Because you're done with him. But you've got them. Unless of course you throw them out, because your memory is enough.
You couldn't blame a man, coming to my place and seeing pictures of me and my old boyfriend, for wondering, if I was still living in my past. Or hoping to return to my past. If I was still keeping photos of me and my ex as my screen saver or on the night counter… in my analogue home… you couldn't blame the new guy for wondering whether I was ready for something new, right? Or stuck in the past?
The odd thing is, that people forget about this cleanup in their digital home! When you have someone over for the first time in your analogue home, you show them around. This is me. This is where and how I live. Today, when you get facebook friends, people show themselves around. But you are still the one who decides, which doors are open! You decide if albums, or down to the exact photo, of you and your ex, is to be exhibited and shown for all your friends. Or if it's really just a private matter.
I don't get, why people don't do a digital cleanup after a breakup. There's a thousand relevant ways to show a potential new girlfriend about your past love life. When the timing is right. But I don't find facebook as being one of them. Because you're not there for the conversation about it. It's easy to un-tag yourself. To take down albums or photos and save them locally on your computer or in your cloud – like you do in the basement with the memory box. Or to just privatize them. I am aware that many, with ex (or even ex ex) girl/boyfriend photos on their fb-profile, don't look at them themselves. But then why should others? Make yourself relevant. And present. For now. You're past is relevant for sure! But not in every single detail.
Men with a package
During the past couple of years I've met some men with a kid from an earlier relationship. Every time this happens conversation about 'replacement' shows up. What is obvious is, that a parent have no problem with the thought of their own girlfriend acting as a step parent to their kid. Actually they just love the thought. Because they've chosen her… me. And they have feelings for me themselves. But. Even though they are fine with their ex girlfriend getting a new boyfriend, what they fear the most is this new boyfriend acting like a parent to their kid! Taking a father's role. Their father's role. The exact same fear as the kid's mom thinks about me. Me – or the new boyfriend – will we be able to replace them? Will their kid like us better than them?
And truth is, that yes – sometimes! Every kid sometimes finds mommy or daddy annoying. And prefers someone else. But sometimes they'll find me and mommy's new boyfriend annoying too. Or all of us. But fact is: We can never replace.
I've been the kid with parents, who probably had these kinds of fears at some point way back then. My parents got divorce when I was 6, my mom and her husband when I was 15, and my dad and his wife when I was 21. But what I've always loved was my parents: My 6 parents. None of the 4 step parents or parents of my half siblings can ever replace my mom and dad. But I have always felt like the luckiest kid in the world – having 6 grown ups in my life, who loved me, supported me, and wanted the best for me in life.
Whenever I meet a man who has a kid, and I see and hear about his fear of replacement, I tell him about the kid's perspective. The perspective which is so often forgotten, when couples split up. Imagine receiving love from 6 grown ups – or 4 as it is in most situations. It's possible to give your kid this upbringing, if you – the adult – work on your respect and cooperation with your ex and her new boyfriend. For your kid. And for yourself and your new girlfriend.
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Every year I drop a few lines about my observations or experiences with members of my family. I've got a big one, you know. Many brothers and sisters. And many parents. I love it.
Becoming a man
During 2013 I've seen my youngest brother grow into a stronger and more secure man. And I'm so very proud of him. For the past couple of years I've seen him be the bravest as he's ever been. Looked himself in the eyes, even when insecurity and worries would look back. Faced them. And worked he ass off inside himself to make the changes. To become someone who stands tall. And even though he's still not the first to open the conversation when he's out, what comes out of his mouth is thought through and clear. The gaining of self-esteem has affected his education- and work life. Not to mention his love life. And truly shows how being brave and honest with yourself – and building up yourself through hard work can make you change your life into the one, you want to live. A life – and a change – you can be proud of too. And on top of all this, he's still as sensitive, helpful and compassionate as always. Now even better.
Working for it
My youngest sister is my sister and friend. We were born 11 years apart. And therefore our lives are at completely different stages. Nevertheless she's one of my siblings, who I've got the most – personality wise – in common with. She's one of the people in the world, that I laugh with the most – as in laughing so you cry your eyes out. And she's the one I cry with the most too – as in crying your eyes out from being touched by… well, youtube clips and all this emo stuff, that we find online and show each other. I am still her big sister. And she is still my little sister. I doubt that this will ever change, because this lies deep in our personalities – and in our relation, no matter how 'alike' our age and stages of life time will turn us into being. I admire her; how she manages 2 jobs besides her university life, beside getting good grades, and getting into universities around the world, still being a good friend to her friends, a lovely girlfriend – and an awesome and sweet sister to me. I love that she doesn't let things stand in the way for her goals for her educations, not even love. Because she knows, that she's still young. And this is what she needs to do. She's so true to herself. Also in her love life.
Change of roles
During the past couple of years I've seen more and more situations where the 'parent – daughter' role start to change… or equal out. It's as if we're in the transformation time, where I take over with more of the things, that used to be purely my parent's "job". Their responsibilities are no longer just theirs. We are grown up kids. And they are starting to get older. All of my parents are bright and well. But my dad's overview is not the same anymore. My mom's legs won't walk as far anymore. My step mom's patience isn't as big anymore. So the roles change. And I step in more. With planning, gathering, hosting…
She melted
During spring my mom got aware of a lump in her throat. Which she told me about. Not wanting to tell my other sibling about it. Because she didn't want to worry them. She's had a lump in that same area twice before – the first one about 20 years ago. But this time it felt differently. And the doctors couldn't say straight away whether this was a good or bad sign. Or if this was a benign or malignant lump.
I wanted to join her at the hospital, when receiving the answer. Whether this was cancer – this 3rd time. It was obvious to me, that she would have never asked me herself. To not be a burden. But I felt her relief all the way through the phone when telling her, that I'd go with her. No one should receive information like this by themselves.
It was hard for me that I couldn't tell my siblings. Especially since I started to feel my mom's concern stronger and stronger. The night before the hospital appointment she was so worried, because this 3rd time felt so differently, that she didn't behave like her natural calm self.
You don't get much sleep on a night before an appointment like this. Knowing, that the message you'll receive at 10:15 AM the next morning, can change your life in a split second. Not to mention your mom's life. I was really glad that I could go with her. That she shouldn't be alone. And that I could hold her hand and look at her, not only facial expression, but whole body expression, as the two serious doctors told her, that there was no cancer in the lump. Yet she needed an operation. It was as if her body melted in the chair… a hundred tears at a time. I saw indeed what relief looks like.
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There's so much fear in the world. And I have a hard time getting why. Well, I know why. But I don't get why people allow it. Why they chose not to work harder on not living in fear constantly.
Everyone just wants to be seen. Seen as who they really are. And yet at the same time; everyone is so afraid of showing and telling who they really are. No wonder they aren't seen then.
Fear frustrates me
Fear creates more fear. Two people can sit right across each other, smiling and laughing – but still be covered in fear. One opens a conversation, but doesn't tell the whole story, because of fear on what the other person will say. The other person feels that the first person isn't telling the whole story, which makes him feel uncomfortable and this create the reaction to protect himself… too. So two people meet – and spend time protecting themselves towards their own ideas and fears on how the other person will think or react towards them. So many people live in the fear of rejection. We've probably done this ever since the story of man began in East Africa. We know, that Homo Sapiens survived due to our cooperation skills. So not being good a cooperating or fitting in – or being liked by the others – would reject us. And we'd be alone. And we'd die. But seriously; is it not time to change behavior then? To work on this fear? To open up? To be honest? Honest to ourselves too?
I must have a strategy
I get misunderstood quite often, due to the fact, that I have – on this planet – an odd way of apparently living with less fear than the majority. This makes this planet a hard one to live on, I think. Because in some people's eyes I am too honest and too direct. I must have a strategy with being honest, they seem to think. Some kind of hidden agenda.
A consequence of all this 'living with fear' is analyzing. When people keep the truths away from each other due to fear, they analyze what they think the person means. Not considering, that she means exactly what she says. So people will start to analyze on truth and make up own stories. Like if I complement a man in the bar for how the color of his shirt suits him. It's actually a compliment to the match between the guy and the color he's wearing. It's not me saying: "I find you hot. I want to kiss you". But I made him feel seen. And since this isn't everyday experience, he will now misunderstand my behavior – because he is not used to honesty. Or being seen.
It was still a compliment
When I want to get to know someone better, I say: "I would like to get to know you better". I don't sit around and wait for him to say it first – in fear of being rejected by him. I just say it. Or write it. It's really very simple. And if I get rejected, we weren't supposed to get to know each other better. Nevertheless "I would like to get to know you better" was still a compliment to him. And an honest one indeed. So both of us are happy. Him with getting an honest compliment. Me with being true to myself and making a man feel seen.
I'd love to see more daring in the world. More braveness. Less fear of losing or being rejected. Screw rejection. It hurts for such a short time if you deal with it honestly. Rejection helps you find out, who you're not supposed to be with. Or work with. Or hang out with. Or have sex with. At this point in life. It helps you find a better path. With people who chooses you.
Turning 35
I've always loved my age! I feel my age. Even though people my age feel so many different ways – and live their lives in so many different ways. But for the first time ever I had thoughts about getting a year older. Because what about my life plans? The family plans? What about the 'getting married and having kids' situation.
I've always felt blessed, that I only think about having kids, when I'm in a relationship. When I'm not, I feel completely calm about the 'kid situation', because I've always known for sure, that I will in fact have kids. And that 3 kids are waiting for me.
But! Even though I've re-thought this situation over time… that I might not give birth to all 3 kids myself, because at this age it's quite common to meet someone with one or two already given birth to… then still – will I give birth to my first-born as a 38 year-old? 12 years ago I would have never thought so!
I felt this 'pressure' for a couple of days. And then it disappeared again. I'm very sure everything will turn out exactly how it should be.
Ending a 9 year relationship
In December I went to the hospital again. This time to have my 5-years appointment at the oral and maxillofacial surgery department. 5 years ago I went through a big surgery in my jaw – increasing the width in the top jaw and extending the jaw in the bottom… with metal and screws. The planning of this started 9 years ago, when my dentist found out, how much having a small mouth and an unequal bite affected my head (aches), neck, shoulders, and back.
Through all this time I've been in the hands of the same team at the hospital. And even though I've been in more pain, than I hope, no other person should ever experience, I've always felt taken care of by these people. Especially my surgeon Thomas, who was 'the young hope', back when I met him the first time. And now the head of the department – with hints of grey hair – as we closed my case in December.
I felt sad and grateful at the same time, biking home from the hospital. During these 9 years Thomas has cut in hundreds of peoples faces. And made a difference to them. The department is always busy. Way way too busy. And since he's one of the leaders, you need to wait extra, whenever something urgent comes up due to accidents. Still he is able to focus on you as soon as his assistant calls your name. He makes you feel at home and feel safe. He lets you know, that he takes care of you – because he actually does. This is not just a job. This is not just something, he comes to get paid for. He actually does this to help you. And you feel this.
I am grateful for getting him as my surgeon. And grateful for the sweet dear nurses. It's so weird saying goodbye to a team, especially a surgeon, who you know professionally, but who literally got under your skin, because they've seen you and been with you during the most crazy time in your life. The most painful time. The most odd time. The time you looked the least like yourself. Completely vulnerable – and in their hands. A man comes to your hospital bed, he holds your hand and says, that everything will be just fine. You know that in 10 minutes, they will put you to sleep. The same man, who just held your hand, will now hold a knife in his hand instead. He'll do a 7-hour surgery… in your face. And you'll be awake – in the worst pain ever imaginable – after 15 hours. Not recognizing yourself until 15 days later… somewhere far behind these eyes, due to all this swelling. You do this out of trust. And I am deeply grateful that my surgeon's personality and talent was trustworthy.
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You may have noticed that I haven't blogged as frequently during 2013. I have needed to downscale my ambitions. I used to post new stuff Monday to Friday. Now I tend to skip a day or two during these five weekdays. And my holidays have made me leave the blog empty for longer periods of time. I'm not fond of this. But it's been important due to too much work. And too little time. Thinking about how busy I've been, it's quite incredible how much I've actually blogged though! Because it takes an extreme amount of time. It's something I chose to do to keep myself updated. And when you don't got as much time to go out in the fresh air to find the inspiration, it's nice that you can find inspiring stuff from all over the world with just a few clicks.
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Have you actually read this far? …and without skipping a chapter or two? If so, I'm impressed. And honored. And very grateful. I find sharing important. And every year, when I make myself write this thing – what feels like a dairy for a whole year in one big chunk – I'm moved by the response I receive afterwards. I rarely get many blog comments on this post though. I don't get many personal comments in public either. Me being open – and public about my life once a year – doesn't necessarily make others be the same. Which I totally get. But I would like to dare this matter!
I get a lot of personal stories sent to me in private e-mails. From readers, who I know or don't know, who got touched by my words or felt recognized. Or who just want to compliment the 'novel' and the naked view into my life. Yet another year. I love getting the response, because it shows me, that it makes sense for me to sit down and get sore eyes from the screen light for this many days in a row it takes for me to write it. Even though the stories and thoughts in this writing are mine, I know that many of them are universal. And through this we connect. If you let me know. So it goes both ways.
Writing about my year makes my learnings stay for longer. They don't just slip away. Through taking the time to reflect, I think I can live a life with less thinking as I continue. And more knowing! Because I once thought all I needed to do on this topic, until I found my truth – for the time being anyway. Allowing me to live a life with more certainty. And maybe less repetition of fails. Or at least making it obvious to me, what dysfunctional patterns I continue doing – because I wrote about this last year too. So I still haven't changed the way I do it. And I need to, if I want things to be different.
What I want to say here too is… if you consider sending me your thoughts or your story, because me writing about my year made you think about yours… then I ask you to consider to share this 'out loud'. As a blog comment. Instead of a private mail. Just consider this. In the name of sharing. And connecting with each other.
If your consideration ends in fear, my e-mail is: email@example.com ;) You're also welcome to be brave without being public. I just needed to dare you a little.
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For reading this far. For following my blog. For following me… and my life.
May you be true to yourself and others, may you learn – and get stronger.
And may 2014 be about living, rather than surviving.
Kindest regard,
JANUARY 2013: Me being tired
JANUARY 2013: One of the beautiful perspectives on riding your bike home from work at 3:30 AM is, that you've got the city to yourself. This night new snow had fallen. And I ran over an angel. I only saw this, as I crossed it
FEBRUARY 2013: Working from my local café and hangout during weekends
FEBRUARY 2013: One of this year's many concerts at Vega. This is The Passenger at Lille Vega. Such a humorous personality and awesome storyteller
MARCH 2013: At the SXSW conference in Austin, Texas
MARCH 2013: Waiting for the taxa to arrive with good friends at SXSW.
More photos here
MARCH 2013: Incredible view from the airplane on the way home from SXSW. When flying across the US, I listened to Bon Iver's Holocene on repeat while thinking about a side project, I'd been keeping in my mental drawer for a year and a half. I finally had some spare time to do notes of this project. And during summer I finally had the notes put into a presentation. The project is about storytelling items. And reflecting on this and listening to the vulnerable voice of Justin Vernon, while flying above the earth almost made me cry
MARCH 2013: At the Leigh Ledare exhibition at Charlottenborg in Copenhagen
APRIL 2013: I bought this vintage S on a trip home to my childhood island, Bornholm
APRIL 2013: From a trip to the awesome Tara Donovan exhibition at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art with my mom and some of my siblings
MAY 2013: In May the sun was shining lovely. This is from inside a local café
MAY 2013: One of my favorite places in Copenhagen. The J.C. Jacobsens Garden at Carlsberg. Once the private garden to the founder of Carlsberg, J.C. Jacobsen's private residence. Now a secret tiny park for the public
JUNE 2013: Walking home from a meeting. The sight was pure yellow
JUNE 2013: Midsummer's Night – with good friends and the loveliest Copenhagen atmosphere by the Christianshavn Canals
JULY 2013: At the Roskilde Festival
JULY 2013: Great vibes at the Roskilde Festival
JULY 2013: Going for a swim in the public pools at the Copenhagen Harbor
JULY 2013: A weekend in my dad's house in Sweden picking lots of berries
JULY 2013: My dad's wonderful house in Össjöa, Småland, Sweden
AUGUST 2013: My oldest younger brother checking the view from the back side of my dad's ex wife's house in Piemonte, Italy. Such an extraordinary place
AUGUST 2013: Me posing in Barolo, Italy
AUGUST 2013: Looking at the rock called "The Lion's Heads" on my childhood island, Bornholm. It's located by Hammershus – Northern Europe's largest medieval fortification
AUGUST 2013: A cute Bed & Breakfast my mom and I walked by on a walk from Gudhjem up to Helligdomsklipperne on Bornholm
AUGUST 2013: The view from "Big Tower" on Christiansø (The Isle of Christian) towards "Small Tower" on Frederiksø (The Isle of Frederik)
AUGUST 2013: The cute little cabin "The Blue Cock" where we stayed on Christiansø
AUGUST 2013: Me chilling by the infinity pool at the place in Almunécar, Spain, my friend Tobias and I rented through AIRBNB
AUGUST 2013: The extraordinary place of La Alhambra de Granada in Spain.
So very impressive
SEPTEMBER 2013: Me and wood. At my dad's house in Småland, Sweden
SEPTEMBER 2013: With friends at the bonfire at my dad's house in Småland, Sweden
SEPTEMBER 2013: Me at the TEDxCopenhagen conference
- matching Simon Spies in the background
OCTOBER 2013: Doves by "The Storks Fountain" in the center of Copenhagen
OCTOBER 2013: Beautiful fall color at "Vestre Kirkegård", the local cemetery, where I love to go for walks. I always see something new here. Some new detail. And I look at names on gravestones and make up stories about the lives of the people resting here
NOVEMBER 2013: I went home to my childhood home in Bornholm for a weekend.
And found a whole bunch of childhood photos – some of which I turned
into this collage of me as a kid
NOVEMBER 2013: My younger sister and good friend Maria and I went to my dad's house in Sweden for a weekend – to relax, enjoy nature, and listen to the fire in the fireplace
NOVEMBER 2013: The lake Össjöasjön by my dad's house in Össjöa, Sweden. Such a beautiful clear weather. And the perfect reflection
DECEMBER 2013: Lots of screws and metal. An x-ray of my mouth from the last visit to the hospital. Closing the case of a 9 year long relationship – and a jaw surgery 5 years ago
DECEMBER 2013: Creating a heart. For the Mindre End Tre project I made with my friend Jonas. And for Christmas. And for life
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Emptyland by Jaume Montserrat
Such beautiful illustrations. These are created by the Barcelona-based illustrator Jaume Montserrat, who's passionate with nature, society and traveling. He draws trying to bend those three worlds.
Jaume found inspiration for his project 'Emptyland', when flying home from South America to Spain. He fell asleep and imagined waking up on an island where he lives for 29 days with other animals.
He explains: "On this island, there was only one animal from each specimen (kind of like Noah's Ark). All of them were empty, asexual and immortal. They didn't need to hunt, nor were they scared of being hunted – so there was a perfect symbiosis."
He and the wildlife lived free from worries in this dream, and that empty paradise is what sparked these images.
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My Little Planets by Clement Celma
This is Barcelona-based photographer, videographer, and designer Clement Celma's latest series. It shows round photographs looking like 'little planets'. This series is called Mes Petites Planètes – My Little Planets. Clement Celma got interested in interactive panoramic photography and virtual tours back in 2002.
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Animal Rights Protest in Barcelona
Animal rights activists from the group "Animal Equality" staged a demonstration in Barcelona, Spain, in front of the Cathedral of Barcelona, during "Day Without Meat" event on March 20, 2013. Demonstrators simulated raw meat packaging found in supermarkets, by covering human models with fake blood and plastic sheets, in an attempt to raise awareness and move people to stop eating meat.
Thanks to my dear friend, Maiken, for finding this.
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Rocambolesc Ice Cream Parlour In Girona, Spain
The vintage feel of the establishment, inspired by the magical world of Willy Wonka, the fictional character that owns a chocolate factory in Roald Dahl's children's book and Tim Burton's movie, is the work of Sandra Tarruella's Interior Architecture design firm and the graphic design firm Run, which is also responsible for the corporate identity and the packaging.
ROCAMBOLESC - which was awarded the "Best Bar in Europe" prize in the 2013 Restaurant & Bar Design Awards - is located in Girona, Spain. Man, do I ever want to visit this place, when I go to visit Girona!
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Vallvidrera House by YLAB Arquitectos
The modern single family house, designed by YLAB Arquitectos, is situated in the Vallvidrera neighborhood, a residential area with views overlooking the city of Barcelona, surrounded by the Collserola natural park, in a very sloped and small plot situated between a valley and a pine forest.
The objectives of the project were to get the maximum possible building area within a tight budget and an optimized orientation of all openings while protecting the privacy of the owners.
To achieve this, a compact three level volume was created. The geometry arises directly from the plot given geometry and slope, reinterpreting the aesthetic of the site's vernacular architecture with its sloped roof, widening on the upper floors to gain some additional area.
Formally the volume is a single cube in which every face has been divided into four quadrants. The upper faces are extruded upwards to form the roof. The side faces rotate to frame significant scenic moments, mindful of the neighbors' privacy.
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I'm off on vacation
I'm off on my summer vacation!
- I'll spend the first week in Piemonte, Italy - (re)visiting places like Milan, Ceva, Savona, Asti, Alba, and Barolo
- I'll spend the second week on my childhood island Bornholm and the easternmost island in Denmark called Christiansø. I used to come here during summer, when I was a kid. Only 90 people lives here
- I'll spend the third week in Andalusia, Spain - (re)visiting cities like Granada, Málaga, Ronda, and Marbella, and go to Gibraltar too
- Then after 3 weeks I'll go back to work, but only for 4 days
- Because then I'll go to our family house (ødegård) in Småland, Sweden to spend another half week before going back to work for good in September
I've been to all of the locations before. But if you have any awesome must-sees, must-eats, or must-drinks, please leave a comment for me here on the post – or post a tip on my Facebook wall, or send a message. I'm always happy to experience something new.
But what about the blog?!
My blog will be on vacation too. BUT. My archive is full of FraekFredag stuff. So I might post something every now and then – and not necessarily on a Friday
Follow my where and abouts on Instagram
Until I return, feel free to follow me on Instagram - you can find me, if you search for LauraJul.
I use Instagram as my photo diary. So whenever I have online access, I'll upload whatever I've seen and experienced. I apologize in advance, that I'll probably post a bunch of photos in a row, since I won't be able to post them quite as real-time as I usually do – due to the lack of constantly being online when being in a foreign country.
Remember to like my Facebook page.
This way you'll get reminded when the blog is back to normal again
Enjoy August!
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Alia2: Superheroes
The Alia2 Foundation is a Spanish nonprofit organization whose goal is to stop internet child grooming to prevent child abduction and rape. Together with TBWA Barcelona they made this very powerful commercial. Kids are trying to be super heroes to escape real life super villains.
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House Pedralbes by BCarquitectos
House Pedralbes designed by BCarquitectos: 'This family home is located in the upper area of Barcelona. The project proposed to move the building to the rear of the site in order to achieve the best orientation towards the south and east, and to have a spacious garden. Furthermore, building the house on the highest point of the land attains the best views of the sea, the city of Barcelona and also the Serra de Collserola. Its proximity to a ring road required a formal solution to noise pollution. Estudio BC resolved this in the home, by designing a wooden skin formed by vertical slats, which covers the back and side façade, and planning a green wall-slope on the edge of the lot that reinforces the protection against the noise.'
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Nike: Football anytime, anywhere
What a great concept for Nike Football. Imagine not having a soccer field available and this truck shows up and projects you a field anywhere you want. Let's just hope brands keep pulling off relevant stunts like this in the future.
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OMG! I love ice cream – and man, is this ever an extraordinary concept for an ice cream store!
The Eyescream concept is fully implemented all through the corporate identity, the name, the design, the packaging design, the interior – and even the product! Read more about it here.
Posted in Creativity, Design Tagged Barcelona, Concept, Corporate identity, Creativity, Design, Eye, Eyes, Eyescream, Eyescream and friends, Figure, Friends, Graphic, Graphic design, Ice, Ice Cream, Identity, Implement, Interior, Name, Packaging, Product, Scream, Spain Leave a comment
Caged by Oscar Ciutat
This photo series by Barcelona-based Oscar Ciutat is called Caged.
"The project started by chance back in 2008. I was visiting the local zoo, which I hadn't been to in ages, and started taking pictures of the captive animals, just like everyone else was doing. My attention kept being drawn to their eyes, which, to me, seemed very sad, and I ended focusing my camera on them. I was intrigued by whether my impressions would be apparent to other people in the images. I wondered if that popular old saying, referring to humans, that goes "the eyes are the windows to the soul" could hold true for animals as well."
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Delicatessen with love by Gabriele Galimberti
Such a great photo series by photographer Gabriele Galimberti called Delicatessen with love.
"From Grandma with love. I will never forget grandma Sara's artichokes. They have become a cult since when a famous Spanish cooking blog published their recipe, which I transcribed from memory, following the thread of the taste left in my mouth (just like Proust's madeleine).
Gabriele Galimberti pays homage to all the grandmothers in the world and to their love for good cooking, starting from his own grandma Marisa who, before the departure for his tour around the world by Couch Surfing, took care to prepare her renowned ravioli. She was not so concerned about the possible risks or mishaps her grandson might face in his adventurous travelling worldwide, but her major worry was, "what will he eat?". That is because only at home you can eat well and healthily. And above all, only your grandma (and sometimes mum) knows what is best for you. With the taste of his grandma's ravioli in his mouth, Gabriele travelled around the world and, next to thousands of other adventures, turned into a curious and hungry grandson for the grannies of all the countries he visited. Appealing to their natural cooking care and their inevitable pride in their best recipe, common factors to all grandmothers in the world, Gabriele persuaded them to do their best in the kitchen.
This means moose stake in Alaska and caterpillars in Malawi, delicious, but ferociously hot, ten-spice-curry in India and sharks soup in the Philippines. He has come back with a cookery book of detailed recipes that mix love, photography and travel amongst the many exotic ingredients. Indeed, each for each grandmother he has produced a portrait of the cook, and easy to follow recipe and an image of the extraordinary and at times mouthwatering final dish. Buonappetito!"
- Arianna Rinaldo
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Beautiful Watercolor Illustrations by Mario Alba
These beautiful illustrations are by Illustrator Mario Alba based in Barcelona, Spain.
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Skip to comments.Freeper Reading Club Book Discussion: "The Choirboys"
Posted on 10/14/2003 1:12:17 PM PDT by PJ-Comix
The Freeper Reading Club Book discussion this time around is about Joseph Wambaugh's HILARIOUS book, The Choirboys. One of the best compliments paid to this book was by a Missouri Police officer, Robert Thompson, from St. Louis Missouri who had this to say in his Amazon review of The Choirboys:
As a police officer in the Midwest, I was shocked...that a story written over 20 years ago about policemen half a continent away would sound like it was written about us yesterday. The colorful characters seem ripped right out of my squadroom, and incompetent supervisors taken right from our rolls and the calls from the public right off my log sheet!! I shook my head as I sympathized with the characters, their inner demons and outer perils. This book is a MUST read for any police officer in the nation, or anyone who wants a safe look at a policeman's world with the ever present danger they face.
Do you also smoke a stinky cigar and have a six O'Clock shadow while peeping into public latrines? BTW, I loved Scuze's explanation of how vice works. Totally unglamorous and totally unlike Miami Vice. Come to think of it, wasn't Miami Vice misnamed? I never saw Crockett and Tubbs staring through a peephole into a toilet stall.
When The Choirboys was published almost thirty years ago, I was a young Marine thinking of becoming a police officer. I read Wambaugh's fiction back then because it provided a unique combination of humor and truth about police work. Or at least it seemed as if it might be the truth - Wambaugh had been a cop and I hadn't. And of all his fiction, Choirboys was by far the funniest... and at the same time, its story the most tragic and bittersweet.
Now I'm an old cop in a big metro area, looking towards retirement. Every couple years, I read Choirboys again. It amazes me and overwhelms me to find that it rings more true with every reading. The more I see of police work and of life, the more I realize how much humor and truth Wambaugh really was able to put into this book. It's all there: the amazing things that happen in life, some horrible, some hilarious. The camraderie, kidding, and practical jokes that cops constantly use to keep their perspective. The way Wambaugh's cops don't always like each other, but they always look out for each other. The supervisors and administrators - some good, far too many bad. It's the truest book I've ever read and gets better every time I read it. I've given away a lot of copies of this one.
I'm not sure, but I believe Choirboys was written at about the time that Wambaugh was leaving police work to devote all his time to writing. The book is definitely written from the perspective of someone who is willing to burn some bridges. It is unflinchingly realistic regarding the careerism and hypocrisy that Wambaugh saw in many police supervisors and administrators, and in the politics of the department itself. But Wambaugh never preaches, he satirizes, and he makes his reader laugh out loud again and again.
The bottom line is - this is the best cop book I know of. I hope you'll think so too, and I'm willing to bet that you do.
VERY INTERESTING! Yeah, I can see how the top brass wouldn't know what to make of The Blue Knight. I assume Wambaugh had also worked the Wilshire Division. BTW, if you worked in downtown L.A. then you MUST have eaten at The Pantry Cafe.
From Roscoe Rules making everyone "do the chicken" to Francis Tanaguchi's vampire teeth to Spermwhale Whalen's "blue veiner" and/or "diamond cutter", I believe this is the best and most realistic book about police work I've ever read. I read it when I was a police officer in Southern Calif. in the 1970's, and am now reading it for the second time, about 25 years later. I'm considering using it as a text for a "Human Relations and Social Conflict" class I'm teaching at a Colorado Community College (Criminal Justice Program). I can't imagine a book that better depicts the reality of being a police officer, the crazy and depressing situations that continually arise, and the officer's means of dealing with the problems they encounter daily. Joseph Wambaugh became an icon with this book in my opinion, at least with the police culture in America. My only criticism of the book is that the style is a little narrative at times, but the points are made exceedingly well none-the-less. Every time Roscoe talks about making someone do the chicken, I can't help but laugh, since I used this phrase many times over the years, and only made one person "do the chicken" in 30 years in law enforcement. Great book and well worth reading.
I volunteered to go back to VN, I was a grunt, it was safer, this was the time when those two young Marines, NYC LEOs were murdered.
At first, I thought that the "choir practices" as described by Wambaugh were over the top. But then I recall my Marine Corps days and remember some rather wild times myself. There used to be a bar in El Centro (CA) that I used to go to at night and it had a backyard to it with old dilapitated lawn chairs and we'd take our drinks out there and lie around under the stars, getting, well, pretty much getting "swacked" as Wambaugh would put it. There were even a couple of local women who hung around the place who could well have been persuaded to "pull the train" on us.
There are many similarities between military life and law enforcement. You got your phoney-baloney inspections that basically exist for the brass to feel important and superior as they stroll through the ranks, nitpicking here and there. Many of the younger officers are incompetent and just horrible dealing with the rank and file, similar to how Lieutenant Finque is portrayed. Of course, there are plenty of seasoned vets like Sergeant Yanov that help them save face by acting as middleman. In the military as in the LA police department, it's the line sergeants that actually get things done (while the brass take all the credit).
The character of Dean Pratt ("Whaddaya Mean Dean") was hilarious. I actually knew some Marines who were very much like that character. I knew some Roscoe Rules types too. In fact, all the characters in this book reminded me of somebody I knew in the Marines. In particular, I remember a Marine (Gunnery Sergeant) who lived in the enlisted barracks because he didn't have a nickel to his name. He was paying off 2-ex wifes and supporting five children between them - very much like Spermwhale Whalen (great name, by the way). I always wondered how it was possible for the man, who was maybe making $1200 a month (and this was in the early 1980s), to support two families. In fact, this Gunnery Sergeant was reduced in rank just before I got discharged for "conduct unbecoming." Seems the officer of the day found him passed out drunk on the barracks pool table at 4AM.
The Los Angeles Police Department as portrayed by Joseph Wambaugh is a far cry from how it was portrayed on that 1960s show "Adam-12"!
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I wonder if Wambaugh wrote his book partly in reaction to the "Adam-12" show.
I read almost all of Wambaugh's books. One exception was The Blooding which is just a couple of feet from me right now and which I will commence reading soon. BTW, what was Wambaugh's most recent book?
Huh? I think your sentence got cut off. It reminds me of when I do an impression of singing the theme tune of Sound Of Music: "THE HILLS ARE A..."
Huh? I think your sentence got cut off. It reminds me of when I do an impression of singing the theme tune of Sound Of Music: "THE HILLS ARE A..."
I know I read it but refresh my memory as to what it is about. Was this the one about a murder at some private school in Pennsylvania?
As a kid watching those shows, it was easy to think that those clean-cut characters reflected how every cop was and that being a cop was one of the best jobs in the world to have. So what a shock it was to me, as a 13-year-old kid bicycling through a road work sign to have a big-bellied cop working the detail step in front of me with an ugly expression and bellow "move the hell outta my construction area ya punk or I'll take that bike and shove it up your ass!" while the road crew leaned on their shovels and laughed at my shocked "deer-in-the-headlights" expression. I hightailed it out of there and never looked back.
Of course, not all cops are that way. But that incident was the beginning of my realization that the real world did not resemble in the slightest those antiseptic TV dramas and sitcoms. Speaking of my childhood naivety, as a 10-year-old, I actually wrote a letter to the Partridge Family asking them if they needed somebody to help out with the band - even properly addressed it to "Reuben Kincaid, manager". Yes, one of my childhood fantasies was apparently to be some sort of "roadie" for the Partridge Family! But I digress.
I happen to know a police officer pretty well, he's married to my cousin. I'll have to bring this book up next time I see to him. He's probably familiar with it. He talks to me about police work sometimes and a lot of what he told me about it comes out in the book, such as the impression many officers have that they are sometimes "shoveling crap against the wind." That is to say, dealing with the same drunks and bums night after night, only to see them right back on the streets hours later.
Anyway, since I lived in L.A. for awhile I was very familiar with the locales mentioned in The Choirboys which made the book even more interesting. The best fiction is based strongly on fact. BTW, the next book due, Some Came Running is based on James Jones' hometown and the people in it.
Huh? Huh? Whaddaya tryin' to say? Whaddaya tryin' to say?
I don't know why that last paragraph cut off. I think I was distracted by the baseball game I was watching at the time I posted it.
I was referring to the part where the Police Doctor, the one who spends most of his time writing puff pieces for the police newsletter, did psychological profiles on the "choir practice" members after the accidental killing of the "park fairy." After much effort to research their backgrounds and to try to come up with an answer why they were the way they were, he chucked the entire report in the trash, knowing that the last thing the brass wanted from him was a report that would do anything to "rock the boat."
I also got a kick out of that idea one of the brass had to have the patrolmen sell whistles on the street for $1 for little old ladies to blow should they ever get assaulted by a street thug. As if police officers patrolling around in their cruisers are ever going to hear, much less respond to, a whistle blowing. Of course, this captain got a nice feather in his cap for this idea - which naturally had zero effect on crime fighting.
It's about cops, NOT Eagle Scouts. Anyway, such a book humanizes the police.
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Isaiah 11 (NIV)
6 The wolf will live with the lamb,
7 The cow will feed with the bear,
8 The infant will play near the cobra's den,
9 They will neither harm nor destroy
Carnivores (meat-eaters) and herbivores (grazers) have different personalities that inherently make them incompatible. One sees the other as a threat. Another sees one as a meal. Wolves hunt in packs, leopards singularly. Each has basic instincts, have learned behaviors, live in different environments. And yet Isaiah saw on GOD's holy mountain these different personalities living together in peace, not harming, not destroying.
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13 The jealousy of Ephraim will dissolve,
14 Blood brothers united, they'll pounce
On GOD's holy mountain instead of our differences being a hindrance to fellowship and witnessing they complement each other. The deep theologian, the debater, the poet, and the quiet one each play a role by GOD's design. Instead of each struggling to keep what they have together they go out to give away what GOD has given them. Instead of church being in survival mode it goes into attack mode.
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AL MVP- Miguel Cabrera, 1B, Detroit Tigers. Cabrera is in the mix for the Triple Crown. Mentioning someone's name and Triple Crown in the same sentence makes it easy deciding who the midway MVP is. He's batting .346 (tied for 1st with Josh Hamilton) and he has 22 home runs so far, which is second to only Jose Bautista (24). He has 77 RBI and that stands alone as first not only in the AL but the NL as well.
His stats are tremendous, but that's not the only reason he should be the MVP. Time and time again, Cabrera gets big hits for the Tigers when they need it most. He means more to the Tigers than any other player means to their team, which is why he is the midway MVP and will ultimately win the MVP at the end of the season. (more…)