Hey, the weather may be freezing our asses off outside, but my mind is stimulated by a conversation I had earlier with Chuck! More of that to come.
Right now, I keep going back to my trip to Bali. I met a friend of Roya's, Jay, at our favourite coffee shop, Bali Buddha, one afternoon (I won't mention a wet one! Weatherwise, of course). He had moved to Bali eleven years ago and lived alone in a house amid rice fields (so I was told). With the invention of a spray to freeze snakes, he was busy getting his new product into the outside market. When you have so much time on your hands, especially living alone, you get the chance to think a lot. The conversation turned into our perception of the word judgment.
I was confirming that: "I try not to judge."
Jay interrupted me, saying: "This is the modern term bullshit people use and just a saying. Of course, we judge. We all do. But there's always good judgement."
I had to agree with him there. Of course, if I did not ultimately judge, I would have nothing to complain about when people behave in a way that hurts or upsets me. And actually, I do." Don't we all?!
It is not gossiping but talking about your feelings and sentiments. But then, would I absolutely love and accept everyone the same way? I sure don't. My better judgement and trust in intuition tell me to avoid certain people with whom I have nothing in common or do not see eye to eye and try to resolve issues when they arise with the ones I do.
Last Thursday night, 2 February, I was invited by Jules and Gabi to the Roundhouse, a very excellent venue in Camden, to hear and dance to Nicolas Jaar Djaying. Gabi was on stage, in charge of the video playing on a widescreen, above where this young, talented 21-year-old played some cool tunes on his 'Don't Break My Love Tour'.
I floated joyously with Gabi's housemates in the VIP area; it was a fabulous entourage. The estimated three thousand crowd rocked it below on the massive dance floor till midnight, and then it was time to head home, driving through London's freezing cold, empty streets.
Friday evening was time for another one of my parties at home. For those who could not make it, the party continued with laughter and mingling of an old and new eclectic group of friends. I only managed to go to bed at 6am!
When everyone informed me about the food, and I mentioned having partially made one of the dishes, a fried aubergine mixed with lentils and a special sauce, they knew I had done none of the fryings. Still, they simply directed Nolita, my long-term incredible saviour, to add the suitable mixes without me getting my hands dirty.
By Saturday, any plans for dancing were out of the window. I gathered all the leftovers from the party and cabbed my way to Ernest's, where Donna, Torsten and his friends were chilling in good conversation. Nothing beats a good dialogue amongst like-minded people. The evening ended in the early morning hours, with a Karaoke session of four, whilst others left on that snowy winter's night. Can't believe I enjoyed it so much again.
Monday was a working day at home. I had an appointment at 16:30 in the neighbourhood, and as I passed by the cinemas, I saw Carnage being shown at 17:00 hours. Spontaneously bought a ticket and sat to watch an afternoon movie. Something I had yet to do in years. A screenplay by Yasmina Reza was made into a film by Roman Polanski. I recalled Ms Reza's very thoughtful comedy 'Art' in the West End theatre, in which art and friendship intertwined, questioning the long-term relationship between the three dominant male characters of the play. Their 15-year relationship suffered considerable strain, considering Serge's indulgence in buying an expensive painting of a white canvas with white lines!
'A piece of white shit', as Marc scornfully described it in the play.
Carnage was of a similar situation, filmed in one living room of the discussions between two couples after a fight between their eleven-year-old sons at school. Enjoyable enough to fill up my time on a cold February afternoon.
While the days have been questioning a new path I am taking, the evening gatherings of my loved ones made the shivering weather outdoors feel warm and enjoyable. I also had dinner with my Girl and Boy, which brought my joy to boiling point.
It has been a trying week. Starting with questioning the future and ending in the most positive of notes. More of that to follow ...
Right now, I keep going back to my trip to Bali. I met a friend of Roya's, Jay, at our favourite coffee shop, Bali Buddha, one afternoon (I won't mention a wet one! Weatherwise, of course). He had moved to Bali eleven years ago and lived alone in a house amid rice fields (so I was told). With the invention of a spray to freeze snakes, he was busy getting his new product into the outside market. When you have so much time on your hands, especially living alone, you get the chance to think a lot. The conversation turned into our perception of the word judgment.
I was confirming that: "I try not to judge."
Jay interrupted me, saying: "This is the modern term bullshit people use and just a saying. Of course, we judge. We all do. But there's always good judgement."
I had to agree with him there. Of course, if I did not ultimately judge, I would have nothing to complain about when people behave in a way that hurts or upsets me. And actually, I do." Don't we all?!
It is not gossiping but talking about your feelings and sentiments. But then, would I absolutely love and accept everyone the same way? I sure don't. My better judgement and trust in intuition tell me to avoid certain people with whom I have nothing in common or do not see eye to eye and try to resolve issues when they arise with the ones I do.
Last Thursday night, 2 February, I was invited by Jules and Gabi to the Roundhouse, a very excellent venue in Camden, to hear and dance to Nicolas Jaar Djaying. Gabi was on stage, in charge of the video playing on a widescreen, above where this young, talented 21-year-old played some cool tunes on his 'Don't Break My Love Tour'.
I floated joyously with Gabi's housemates in the VIP area; it was a fabulous entourage. The estimated three thousand crowd rocked it below on the massive dance floor till midnight, and then it was time to head home, driving through London's freezing cold, empty streets.
Friday evening was time for another one of my parties at home. For those who could not make it, the party continued with laughter and mingling of an old and new eclectic group of friends. I only managed to go to bed at 6am!
When everyone informed me about the food, and I mentioned having partially made one of the dishes, a fried aubergine mixed with lentils and a special sauce, they knew I had done none of the fryings. Still, they simply directed Nolita, my long-term incredible saviour, to add the suitable mixes without me getting my hands dirty.
By Saturday, any plans for dancing were out of the window. I gathered all the leftovers from the party and cabbed my way to Ernest's, where Donna, Torsten and his friends were chilling in good conversation. Nothing beats a good dialogue amongst like-minded people. The evening ended in the early morning hours, with a Karaoke session of four, whilst others left on that snowy winter's night. Can't believe I enjoyed it so much again.
Monday was a working day at home. I had an appointment at 16:30 in the neighbourhood, and as I passed by the cinemas, I saw Carnage being shown at 17:00 hours. Spontaneously bought a ticket and sat to watch an afternoon movie. Something I had yet to do in years. A screenplay by Yasmina Reza was made into a film by Roman Polanski. I recalled Ms Reza's very thoughtful comedy 'Art' in the West End theatre, in which art and friendship intertwined, questioning the long-term relationship between the three dominant male characters of the play. Their 15-year relationship suffered considerable strain, considering Serge's indulgence in buying an expensive painting of a white canvas with white lines!
'A piece of white shit', as Marc scornfully described it in the play.
Carnage was of a similar situation, filmed in one living room of the discussions between two couples after a fight between their eleven-year-old sons at school. Enjoyable enough to fill up my time on a cold February afternoon.
While the days have been questioning a new path I am taking, the evening gatherings of my loved ones made the shivering weather outdoors feel warm and enjoyable. I also had dinner with my Girl and Boy, which brought my joy to boiling point.
It has been a trying week. Starting with questioning the future and ending in the most positive of notes. More of that to follow ...
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