In Portugal, where I grew up, there was an un-written code of conduct for “decent women”: whatever you do, never. make. the. first. move with a specimen of the opposite sex. It didn’t matter if that move was nothing other than trying keeping in touch with someone you had found pleasant, interesting, or just worthy of having in your social-circle. Never. make. the. first. move. was not something to be argued against, and by this I mean the inner-reasoning with yourself. The “we live in the 21st century, for god sake” argument wouldn’t be of use. The experience of having attempted a first move in the past (or giving the impression you were making one), had been powerful enough to teach any girl that, in such a situation, whatever could go wrong, would.
Good morning you all!
Before we head to this week’s agenda, let me give you two cultural tips. Don’t miss the Ed van der Elsken’s exhibition at Stedelijk. Camera in love the largest photographic and filmic overview of the legend, with a lot of important documents on Amsterdam, and its characters. It will stay until May but, you know how it goes: you postpone it, and before you know, it is over. And since you are there, go see the Tinguely’s Machine Spectacle. His machine sculptures are huge, playful, and a way of rejecting the static convencional art, and the status quo of the artist. A surprising, bizarre, and hilarious spectacle. Make sure you go early in the morning, or late in the evening on Friday. Otherwise, if you are anything like me, the permanent crowds might overstimulate your nerves, and we don’t want that.
Let’s hover over to this week’s cultural agenda. Don’t forget that every listed event includes a link to its website, and free events are signaled as well. To get updates please like Amsterdive’s Facebook page. And if you did it already, you have a place in my heart, obviously.
It is 09.30 in the morning. My backpack is ready. There’s a laptop in there, yoga clothes, maybe a portable breakfast if I didn’t have the time to eat it before leaving the house. I hop on my bike, get out of the Staadsliedenbuurt, cycle across the Westerpark – that fresh morning wind bringing me back to life -, and then I find this tiny bridge which welcomes me into the Spaarndammerbuurt. In the wink of an eye I am unlocking the door of Tula Yoga.
Yesterday I kept myself busy with a sort of poem. Yes, that is what I did the entire day. I got totally obsessed by it, while trying to – ingloriously – finish an article. I also did yoga, vacuum cleaned, went to the movies, and cycled half the city, in attempts to get inspired and energized for the actual article. The article remained in draft, after all, silent as the night, but the words of the poem wouldn’t stop plaguing me. Then, before bed, I did an instagram story with parts of it, and felt a slight relief. Conclusion: don’t watch a Jim Jarmusch movie on Sunday evening if you need to have an article ready the next day. Especially not one where you hear things like “If you ever left me I’d tear my heart out and never put it back”. My poem started like this: There’s a black space in my chest. That space is you.”
And let’s hover over to important stuff. This week’s cultural agenda. Don’t forget that every listed event includes a link to its website, and free events are signaled as well. To get updates please like Amsterdive’s Facebook page. And if you did it already, you have a place in my heart, obviously.
If I was my own teacher ( which I am, I guess), I would tell myself,
Hey, girl, you’re late.
And then I’d reply:
I know. But I grew up in a place – Portugal -, where people quite literally say: ‘Better late than never’. So yeah, I am late with my cultural suggestions for the week. But you are just in time to take a look at it, and go make the most of your mid-week, and weekend.
My tip for you here is the Friday night program. One of the most ingenious bands of this city – Fumaça Preta – is performing at one of my favorite venues. And I am sure it is going to be epic.
With no further ado, let’s go for it. Don’t forget that every listed event includes a link to its website, and free events are signaled as well. To get updates please like Amsterdive’s Facebook page. And if you did it already, you have a place in my heart, obviously.
Last month, I celebrated five years in my beloved city of Amsterdam. You don’t go past a five year anniversary just like that. After all, this is the longest relationship I have ever been in – and moving here, the best decision of my life. But like in all relationships, you have to work on it because, you guessed it, it doesn’t always come easy. So I figured LIFE LESSONS. Ha! Don’t we all love/hate that? Five years of Amsterdam, five lessons. Here are my two cents on what starting from scratch in a totally new place has taught me, on a spiritual level.
Dear readers of mine, how are you coping with the winter-situation? Yes, I’m back to one of my beloved subjects for the sole reason that, this week, I am actually feeling the greyness of winter kicking in. While last week I wrote about learning to appreciate the cold season, now, all of a sudden, I feel SO white. I can only dream of tropical rhythms, cocktails, sun-kissed bodies walking around, large smiles + bright eyes, light clothing, open shoes, long days, the scent of some coconut body lotion in the air. Something like this. While the aforementioned is not exactly around the corner, I do what I can to cheer up my mood with stuff that makes my heart beat faster. In case you’re dealing with the same heaviness, listen: it’s not going to get better if you don’t do anything about it. You have got to play an active role in this ( is it very obvious that I’m self-talking here?)
One of my antidotes to the seasonal blues are parties were I can dance, dance, dance to some of my favorite hot rhythms: samba, cumbia, african and middle-eastern drums, turkish folk, swing, good-old rock’n’roll, you name it. That’s why you see those programs so often on the Amsterdive’s weekly agendas ( check what’s on for the coming Friday and Saturday!). Don’t forget that every listed event includes a link to its website, and free events are signaled as well. To get updates please like Amsterdive’s Facebook page. And if you did it already, you have a place in my heart, obviously.
I graduated in theater some years ago. Taking this info into account, you might think it was easy for me to start following what is going on in the city, theater and performance wise. In fact, it took me the longest time to get acquainted with the field, in the low countries. In the beginning it was all very intimidating.
Have you been keeping your good intents for this year, people?
Yesterday I got this message from a friend saying how much he had liked my previous story, that it was original, that he appreciated my “contemporary fairytales”, that I should definitely keep on going this way. At a moment when I’m
panicking loaded with work, this incentive meant the world to me.
So, boys and girls, whatever you are into, stay strong. In case you find yourself in a down, change the game immediately. Get outside, go for a walk, do some sport, talk to an uplifting friend, go out dancing, find a cliff or a corner where to scream from, whatever works. Breathe and take it from there. The moment is now. This whole conversation is the consequence of me thinking that maybe a little reminder could give you guys that extra kick in the butt you might be in need of.
As for your leisure time, allow me to suggest a number of things I think are worth of our attention. Don’t forget that every listed event includes a link to its website, and free events are signaled as well. To get updates please like Amsterdive’s Facebook page. And if you did it already, you have a place in my heart, obviously.
Once upon a time there was a person who was afraid of the cold. She was the Strandmeisje.
She was brought up at a coastal area of a country where summers were long and temperatures high. Come May and the Strandmeisje was already laying on the beach, an activity which she would commitedely perform until mid September.