On this day four years ago I decided to break the silence and start my first blog.
That first post four years ago was sad, that’s why I don’t wish to draw your attention to it. Instead I wish to link to seven other posts from the first Mexi Movie blog. Some of you may still remember the photo above which was its header photo.
If you read only these seven posts below, you will know more about me than I could ever have told you over a cup of coffee. There would have to be more than one. In fact, you would need to live around the corner, we would stroll by the sea and watch bestia jump on strangers if he could find any, and then we would have that coffee.
As you can see, imaginary friend, we would have a grand time.
But seeing that nobody lives around that corner, four years ago I started to reach out in this blogging way, to potentially numerous imaginary friends at once, and haven’t stopped since. And with time, some friends have become more and more real. Thank you for that.
Before I give you something to read, a little diagram of my earliest memories first posted here, a treasure-chest for any psychologist, I’m sure. Enjoy. 🙂
1. One of the first posts was about my Peugeots and is a good example of too much information. Not many people still read though, pheeew.
(This story has 1000 words. I said to myself before starting it that I want a millennium and ended, without looking, at 999. I think I might have found my natural format of expression.)
((None of the photos or cars in the links are mine, just the colour and type are the same: forest green for 404, light yellow for 504. The only thing mine are the remains on the wall.))
First there was this one, 404. Read on…
2. On the same day I posted an account of what I did for my mother’s 60th birthday. One of my better ideas, she says.
One day, eight years ago, I was ironing. Thinking about my mom’s big anniversary approaching. She is a woman who has taught me so much, not just how to be modest in life. But she’s done that too. I knew that even though she would look pleased, deep down she would not be really happy to receive an expensive gift of any sort. So I had to do a different kind of brainstorming about what I should get her. Read on…
3. Next is the only open letter to a well-known person that I have ever written. I did my best to make sure she gets it, but I have yet to receive a sign that she has read it and knows how much she helped me change my life. Who is she?
Grazie for changing my story
“The only selfish life is a timid one. To hold back, to withdraw, to keep the best in reserve, both overvalues the self, and undervalues what the self is.”
(This and all further quotes in italics on this page are from Jeanette Winterson: The PowerBook.) Read on…
4. One of the first reality checks in Italy came after the visit to the Sistine chapel: we went for a ride and encountered local roadside “attractions”.
The aquarium broke
To set the stage: I’m visiting my love for the first time ever. We’re in Roma, it’s the end of August, day three of my stay.
So far we’ve visited Vatican, the basilica, the museum with the Sistine Chapel, the works. It’s been hot, I mean really hot. Read on…
5. Here I talk of my hitchhiking year with Joan Baez on the soundtrack and some surprise guests such as Bill Clinton.
Jesse, come to LA and live forever, or “I take the diamonds”
The three songs in this post are quite possibly my favourite Joan Baez songs. It was my hitch-hiking, poetry-writing friend who introduced her to me, in the times of road travels down the Adriatic. I remember the time when I had five days to come back so that I could go back in the same direction on holidays with my family. Me and my friend made it all the way to Split, I could have stayed right there. Read on…
6. I was impressed by the concept of ikigai and tried to figure out how to adopt it in my life by way of elimination. See what remained.
This is something that has been troubling me my whole life. I know, I’m a bit old to not have it sorted out yet. Ah, well.
I’ve come across this neat little scheme a while ago. It struck an instant chord. Read on…
7. And finally, we must all use roadside facilities, sometimes with mixed results. Plus there is a song about it.
How much is it if I cry?
First a song by a Serbian band that I have translated for the occasion, then a true story, which is how I like them the most. Read on…
No matter how sometimes I feel too lazy to post, I need my blog more than it needs me. Therefore I predict it will continue. I like bursting out in word and photo songs and you give good ears. Thank you.