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Another Sunday, Another Naive Weekly — Observations From The Internet Wilderness.

Good morning,

10,365 people were at the football stadium on Monday evening watching Copenhagen win against Aarhus. I was one of them. My last game at the stadium was February 2020. More than a year ago. It was thrilling to be back. So much so I almost lost my voice before the game started.

I only got my voice back again Friday. Just in time to sing happy birthday songs for Ana. Now I’m looking forward to the next game against our arch-rivals next Sunday. But before that, I’ll be watering the seedlings we planted out this week and write a reply to my Penpal Margrete who sent the sweetest letter.

With care,
Kristoffer


FOR ANA

e.e. cummings free poetry archive.


READER INTERVIEW

Zalagasper creates melodies that takes you to a dreamland. Some don’t understand their language and some don’t feel their rhythm. They stick to themselves and float with the hearts of those who do. You might have seen them on the TV. These days they are into playing xoxo and chess.

K: How do you archive your thoughts?

Gašper: When something touches me deeply, I just remember it. Other things go past me very quickly, usually without me even realising them. I like it that way, it’d be too much for me to remember everything. To sort my feelings and thoughts, I go running or cycling. To switch off from my thought pattern, I play chess. When I have absolutely enough of everything, I go on a big and lonely cycling trip.

Zala: Lately I’ve been feeling like I don’t have the capability of archiving my thoughts. There are so many moments and memories and words I want to remember, but sometimes my mind just goes blank. I’m a little scared of losing my memory so I’ve been doing a lot of crossword puzzles.

K: How would you like to be remembered online?

Zala: I don’t want to be remembered online or anywhere else really… I don’t want the idea of me to occupy people’s minds, when I’m not around anymore. The most important thing for me is to share nice moments with people I love while I’m still here.

K: Who would you like to provide a website for that can’t make it themselves?

Zala: My parents’ cat Krtek. I think she has a lot of funny and interesting things to say and I imagine her website would be quite visually pleasing, since she’s very cute.

K: How would you describe your work to my grandparents?

Gašper: I’d say that I make music, help others make music and that I’m often on TV. I think technical terms usually lack punch and sound pretentious to people that are not familiar with my field of work.

Zala: I’d tell them that I get to sing for a living and write songs about anything that comes to my mind. And that because of my work I learned how to think about sad moments through happy melodies.

K: What is progress to you?

Gašper: Being better than I was yesterday. I especially respect the power of a baby step. I think that the biggest enemy of progress is comfort and the luxury of doubt that comes with it, because when you’re comfortable it’s much harder to risk. By progress, we do get comfortable somehow, sooner or later. I believe I have to intentionally put myself in uncomfortable situations to keep learning. My feeling is that learning by failure is much better than just staying at the same point and being inactive. No risk, no fun!

K: What is the deepest ocean you went diving in?

Gašper: When I was 19, I left my home on the last day of high-school with my bicycle and a small backpack in search of a job as a music producer. For 10 weeks I roamed around, writing emails to every music studio I found, getting almost no reply. Meanwhile I was surfing couches and lived out of my backpack. I never felt so alive and my feelings were so intense. My trip ended the most awesome way — with €20 on my account, a famous studio in Prague gave me an internship and an apartment. I worked my ass off and became a part of the team after a month or so. I left Prague 2 years later, when I got comfortable and wanted to establish myself as a songwriter.


ROADSIDE FLOWERS

Dumpling.love — hard to describe what this is.

UFO sightings in New Zealand.

Space if the moon was one pixel.

Isthisa.cloud.

Realtime map of lighthouses.

Drawing Room.


FIELD NOTES

“Harvest the violet flowers along the freeway. Go and get them. Climb over the fence. Risk getting torned. The flowers have no purpose. They just are, beautiful. But only because you recognize them. Others might only notice overgrown. Strange weeds. But you see a site worthy of celebrating. Worth bringing home.”

Ocean Vuong (written from memory).


INTERNETMEZZO

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Hi, I’m Kristoffer and you have just read Naive Weekly — Observations from the Internet Wilderness.

Last week this letter was sent to 762 people. Thirtythree are crazy enough to chip in every month/year to support me making time to write. Logo by Studio Hollywood. Print by Luka. Photograph by Ana Santl.