Tonight: Party with Norrland Photo Club.
Tomorrow: Carl and Fred arrive. Anniversary dinner with 70ties theme, a big student party.
Saturday: Last of April, the (in)famous Valborg celebrations (i.e. drunken students taking over the city and drowning in the Fyris river, champagne for breakfast, ...)
Brush those strands of DNA out of your eyes
I am transporting a treasure here
I am making sure that he gets home
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Last night we were drinking in a tiny bar
Suddenly you kissed me
I'd never felt so good before
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Love, isn't It just like air
You breathe It and It's everywhere
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Frida... She is so soso good. And only a bit boring.
I am making sure that he gets home
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Last night we were drinking in a tiny bar
Suddenly you kissed me
I'd never felt so good before
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Love, isn't It just like air
You breathe It and It's everywhere
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Frida... She is so soso good. And only a bit boring.
Madrugada
If you were only here.
And I mean that in the most giddy, expectant and bursting with happiness way. It's not the The Cureish "if you were only here I wouldn't be so sad and have to wear all this bad make up under this complicated hair" but rather a Björkish "If you were only here to feel the roots of the trees touch fingers under my feet, I'd lean over and whisper leaves in your hair".
It simply will not be possible to prepare in all the ways I want, for all the things I hope will happend by can't really visualise. And the question may not even be what but rather who.
And I mean that in the most giddy, expectant and bursting with happiness way. It's not the The Cureish "if you were only here I wouldn't be so sad and have to wear all this bad make up under this complicated hair" but rather a Björkish "If you were only here to feel the roots of the trees touch fingers under my feet, I'd lean over and whisper leaves in your hair".
It simply will not be possible to prepare in all the ways I want, for all the things I hope will happend by can't really visualise. And the question may not even be what but rather who.
Just your regular flying dwarf
..but of course, I used the wrong developer for my papers..haha.. it seemed to work though.. you gotta love chemistry..
Let's kidnap him and dress him up like Batman
Whosh! Great night last night. When I came home I had 6 new albums waiting for me, and then I went to the dark room and spent five hours making some photos. Going back tonight to develop some newer ones. I'll give a heads up when I scan and upload some new stuff.
Oh, and a DVD...
Oh, and a DVD...
A good nights a-comin
Tonight I am going to visit the club's dark room for the first time. Hopefully I will also get some copies made of new photos. OHAMSOEXCITED and I just can't hide it. But first I have to bike into town to get some chemicals for the process.
In the mean time, the weekend is approaching which means Carl and Frederik will be here, and we'll be getting drunk like crazy, and it's gonna be so great to have some guys around (no offence to my lady friends, but I just feel a need to drink some beer and do some farting, which is rarely appreciate by a female audience). And of course, talk about girls. It's so simple life, haha, there are just a few key ingredients that really, truly matter, and I think they will be closer this weekend than in a long time.
Now, some Tom Waits to go out on...
"Well the smart money’s on harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you’re east of east saint louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause"
In the mean time, the weekend is approaching which means Carl and Frederik will be here, and we'll be getting drunk like crazy, and it's gonna be so great to have some guys around (no offence to my lady friends, but I just feel a need to drink some beer and do some farting, which is rarely appreciate by a female audience). And of course, talk about girls. It's so simple life, haha, there are just a few key ingredients that really, truly matter, and I think they will be closer this weekend than in a long time.
Now, some Tom Waits to go out on...
"Well the smart money’s on harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you’re east of east saint louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause"
I recommend these ladies
http://www.kakiking.com
http://www.jennywilson.net
http://www.arts-crafts.ca/feist/
They keep me so disconcentrated
http://www.jennywilson.net
http://www.arts-crafts.ca/feist/
They keep me so disconcentrated
Tunes of today
Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done
Old dirt road
Rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I'm sold
feist
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done
Old dirt road
Rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow well I'm sold
feist
The first one out of the car/ The loudest one in the bar
I may elaborate this sometime, but now I gotta go to work. In a word, I had a great weekend and am feeling like the proverbial fox in a hen house. Bad Bad Bad but OH so good.
Another boring day in the dreary life of a researcher
Einstein said, about his theory on the photoelectric effect, that it "may turn out to be useful fore some research workers in their investigations". You've got to love that. That's like Jesus saying that maybe someone, somewhere would remember him.
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Today I almost had champagne and cake twice. First there was a solar cell result to celebrate along with a birthday, in the morning. Then in the afternoon, celebrating the international physics year, the anniversary of Einsteins publications and the Nobel Prize winner Kai Siegbahn's (who works down the hall from me) birthday... there was another offering. I actually passed on the second. Right now I can't think of why..
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Reads: Collective Suicide - Aarto Pasalinna
Listening to: Jenny Wilson
Thinking about: Cooking for friday, photoclub member tomorrow?, what the hell Im gonna eat tonight..
Looking forward to: A packed weekend with music, food, drunkenness, karaoke, photo-excursion and more food
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Today I almost had champagne and cake twice. First there was a solar cell result to celebrate along with a birthday, in the morning. Then in the afternoon, celebrating the international physics year, the anniversary of Einsteins publications and the Nobel Prize winner Kai Siegbahn's (who works down the hall from me) birthday... there was another offering. I actually passed on the second. Right now I can't think of why..
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Reads: Collective Suicide - Aarto Pasalinna
Listening to: Jenny Wilson
Thinking about: Cooking for friday, photoclub member tomorrow?, what the hell Im gonna eat tonight..
Looking forward to: A packed weekend with music, food, drunkenness, karaoke, photo-excursion and more food
I have a craving for french fries/ I have a craving for chips
That music, man.. it can really be the slowest drug.. am sitting here and just the memory of Feist's voice.. it's like a morphine in my bloodstream
I think we're both good people who've done some bad things
Why is it, nothing can be simple. Nothing can just work, for chrissake. All the time, everything has to get complicated. Love.. HA! Friendship.. HA! Sex.. HA! HA! I don't even know if food is that simple anymore.. vegetarians and vegans and allergies.. not to mention the differences in taste.. Let's all take a moment and think abouth the one thing that still is simple, uniting and universal... Alcohol..
Why are the pretty ones always insane? /Chief Wiggum
I just had a great weekend.
Friday was the party of JMs dissertation. There was a great big feast to celebrate his rising to a doctoral status. Food was great, wine was good, entertainemt was ridiculous and the company was exquisite. I had the luck of bein accompanied by the most lovely lady I have laid my myoptic eyes on, KD. It was just fun and greatness all through. And also I got the chance to learn some of my fellow academics names. If it keeps building up at this rate we'll be having conversations already in 2008.
Saturday was spent at market, buying vegetables, talking (with KD and AZ who joined us briefly), planning, taking some sun at the Birdsong café, walking home, doodling (that means doodling, and nothing else...), and then the climax of an extended cooking and eating session, some 4 hours or so just letting the taste buds really have some fun. Great apetizer with buffalo mozzarella, avocado and tomatoes.. then pizza with dried tomatoes, olives, mushrooms, peppers,... a good chilean wine.. chocolate ice cream smuthered in hot chocolate sauce.. coffee.. grappa.. well .. it was good food awright!
Then we watched the good but depressing movie Veronica Guerin, reminding me that good people, in the real world, get murdered and ignored far mor often than they get heard.
Today, nothing special today. Lazing around. Watched "The rules of attraction" while eating chocolate cake, saw KD off, biked home, ate leftovers, ... wait.. am I being really boring about this? I am aren't I.. fuck.
I guess it may not have been an interesting weekend then, but it was lovely nonetheless.
some day soon, I'll give gold. I promise..
Friday was the party of JMs dissertation. There was a great big feast to celebrate his rising to a doctoral status. Food was great, wine was good, entertainemt was ridiculous and the company was exquisite. I had the luck of bein accompanied by the most lovely lady I have laid my myoptic eyes on, KD. It was just fun and greatness all through. And also I got the chance to learn some of my fellow academics names. If it keeps building up at this rate we'll be having conversations already in 2008.
Saturday was spent at market, buying vegetables, talking (with KD and AZ who joined us briefly), planning, taking some sun at the Birdsong café, walking home, doodling (that means doodling, and nothing else...), and then the climax of an extended cooking and eating session, some 4 hours or so just letting the taste buds really have some fun. Great apetizer with buffalo mozzarella, avocado and tomatoes.. then pizza with dried tomatoes, olives, mushrooms, peppers,... a good chilean wine.. chocolate ice cream smuthered in hot chocolate sauce.. coffee.. grappa.. well .. it was good food awright!
Then we watched the good but depressing movie Veronica Guerin, reminding me that good people, in the real world, get murdered and ignored far mor often than they get heard.
Today, nothing special today. Lazing around. Watched "The rules of attraction" while eating chocolate cake, saw KD off, biked home, ate leftovers, ... wait.. am I being really boring about this? I am aren't I.. fuck.
I guess it may not have been an interesting weekend then, but it was lovely nonetheless.
some day soon, I'll give gold. I promise..
Elevation
I just realised how underestimated the elevator is as a vehicle for just cruising. One day I gotta go cruise a tall building elevator for like an entire day. That would be something.
Silicone chip inside her head
It's monday again. But it's moday for the first time with my diary here, in english, for the rest of the world to see. Used to be I had it in swedish, but that's wack. I need to be nice to my friends across borders, oceans, speaking other languages, eating different breakfasts, waking different hours, sleeping in different time zones.
Ehm. My first tip is; write all your shit in a text editor before you try to post it on sites. Because this morning I lost my first attempt att recounting my weekend because some server had a cramp. fuck this internet. really.
But now I am trying again, such an optimist am I..
Friday I made a short (too too short) appearance at the birthday shindig of a friend. Sweet vegan delights and short conversation. A guy at the party said I looked like Kate Blanchett. A girl said I looked like Zlatan. For real, I don't. But I have big ears and a big nose, so I understand how someone could mistake me for an elven queen.
Then I had to rush to the airport to catch the last plane home. To Örnsköldsvik that is. On the plane I was seated next to a nice young gentleman who was on his way to Umeå to take the Högskoleprovet test (to get into university, it helps if you do well on this test). After some talking he explains how he actually was supposed to fly directly to Umeå, but had missed his flight. Now he had a hotel room booked in Örnsköldsvik and no idea how he could be in Umeå the next morning at 8 in order to take the test. Humanist that I am, I offered to help him get to town (my brother left me a car at the airport) and look for rental cars. Of course, this turned out to be impossible after midnight in my little town, and no buses would be able to get him there in time. Now, you're thinking "Did he actually drive this guy the 100 km to Umeå??? " Well, I'm not that nice.. besides, it wasn't my car and it was late. Finally I just drove him to the hotel wishing he could somehow sort things out. Then I went home.
This morning I got an email saying how he'd managed to rent a car on the saturday morning, and had succeeded in getting to the test on time. Load off my mind.
Saturday morning for me was spent looking at used bicycles and finally buying a red, brand-new, old bike. Only two gears and no hand brake, it must be one of the simplest beauties I've seen. Now I have butterflies. The day progressed and I had a lovely little picturesque picnic in the forrest, right in-between two wind-power stations. My company was a lovely woman, and we had brie and baguettes with some italian sauce thing made from olives and peppers. Then some walking around on a sandy beach. Then coffee and a doughnut. Then back home, another friend joining us and my family for a GREEEAT dinner (my mom, my God). The evening went by listening to some LPs, talking and drinking whisky at friend no.2's house.
Sunday morning I managed to go visit all my grandparents, and to have lunch with 2/3 of them before mum and dad dropped me off at the bus (had to take the bus down so I could bring the bike). Bussing was ok, I managed to read a lot, but with only an hour and a half to go, as we are about to pass a truck, the truckdriver (most likely) falls asleep and rams the bus, forcing us into the barrier separating us from oncoming traffic. First there was just the bus braking, then a lot of noise as we start to tear down the barrier with the left side of the bus, while the front and right side are taking it from the truck. In the end no one got hurt, thank god, and the bus and truck managed to pull over. The bus got pretty banged up though, with a cracked windshield and the front door unable to open, and we had to wait about an hour for a replacement. It was scary for a while, but the bus driver was so cool and lighthearted about the whole thing that I was pretty much instantly at ease. The truck stopped also, and they handled the thing very calmly. No yelling over whos fault it was.
So, thats my weekend.. how was yours?
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Until next time
Ehm. My first tip is; write all your shit in a text editor before you try to post it on sites. Because this morning I lost my first attempt att recounting my weekend because some server had a cramp. fuck this internet. really.
But now I am trying again, such an optimist am I..
Friday I made a short (too too short) appearance at the birthday shindig of a friend. Sweet vegan delights and short conversation. A guy at the party said I looked like Kate Blanchett. A girl said I looked like Zlatan. For real, I don't. But I have big ears and a big nose, so I understand how someone could mistake me for an elven queen.
Then I had to rush to the airport to catch the last plane home. To Örnsköldsvik that is. On the plane I was seated next to a nice young gentleman who was on his way to Umeå to take the Högskoleprovet test (to get into university, it helps if you do well on this test). After some talking he explains how he actually was supposed to fly directly to Umeå, but had missed his flight. Now he had a hotel room booked in Örnsköldsvik and no idea how he could be in Umeå the next morning at 8 in order to take the test. Humanist that I am, I offered to help him get to town (my brother left me a car at the airport) and look for rental cars. Of course, this turned out to be impossible after midnight in my little town, and no buses would be able to get him there in time. Now, you're thinking "Did he actually drive this guy the 100 km to Umeå??? " Well, I'm not that nice.. besides, it wasn't my car and it was late. Finally I just drove him to the hotel wishing he could somehow sort things out. Then I went home.
This morning I got an email saying how he'd managed to rent a car on the saturday morning, and had succeeded in getting to the test on time. Load off my mind.
Saturday morning for me was spent looking at used bicycles and finally buying a red, brand-new, old bike. Only two gears and no hand brake, it must be one of the simplest beauties I've seen. Now I have butterflies. The day progressed and I had a lovely little picturesque picnic in the forrest, right in-between two wind-power stations. My company was a lovely woman, and we had brie and baguettes with some italian sauce thing made from olives and peppers. Then some walking around on a sandy beach. Then coffee and a doughnut. Then back home, another friend joining us and my family for a GREEEAT dinner (my mom, my God). The evening went by listening to some LPs, talking and drinking whisky at friend no.2's house.
Sunday morning I managed to go visit all my grandparents, and to have lunch with 2/3 of them before mum and dad dropped me off at the bus (had to take the bus down so I could bring the bike). Bussing was ok, I managed to read a lot, but with only an hour and a half to go, as we are about to pass a truck, the truckdriver (most likely) falls asleep and rams the bus, forcing us into the barrier separating us from oncoming traffic. First there was just the bus braking, then a lot of noise as we start to tear down the barrier with the left side of the bus, while the front and right side are taking it from the truck. In the end no one got hurt, thank god, and the bus and truck managed to pull over. The bus got pretty banged up though, with a cracked windshield and the front door unable to open, and we had to wait about an hour for a replacement. It was scary for a while, but the bus driver was so cool and lighthearted about the whole thing that I was pretty much instantly at ease. The truck stopped also, and they handled the thing very calmly. No yelling over whos fault it was.
So, thats my weekend.. how was yours?
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Until next time
My diary is dead! Long live my diary!
"Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep on against the window pane
My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
Cos I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
But who are my real friends
Have they all got the bends
Am I really sinking this low
My baby's got the bends, oh no
We don't have any real friends, no, no, no
Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
Where do we go from here
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines,
To blow me away, to blow me sky high
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race
Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you"
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Yeah, I thought I'd start off with a kick-ass song. If you keep reading you will find that I tend to incorporate music and lyrics alot in my daily blablabla. I always thought that my life needed a soundtrack, and I am doing my best to fulfil this idea; Mp3-player in my ears, a nice big hifi back home and portable speakers that can shower me with music in the shower or kitchen. I am getting closer.
The kick-ass song above is The Bends, by Radiohead. The Bends, why hey! that's the title of this blog, isn't that the darndest thing!? Well, heck, I don't know why I chose it. Not really. I was listening to it yesterday, and I was thinking about finally starting to post my diary in english.. and I just found it to click. The Bends, it seems like a good way to describe life's little twists and turns, no?
One reason I thought I needed a new blog was because I had made som sort of inward vow that all the things I put on my OPEN YOUR FACE UP AND SING blog would be written by me. That is, no song lyrics, no quotes, no nothing. But I have a desire, a need, an urge, to always write down those songs and sayings that go through my head.. they will be spilled out here.
Well.. I'm happy to make your acquaintance...
By for now
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep on against the window pane
My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
Cos I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
But who are my real friends
Have they all got the bends
Am I really sinking this low
My baby's got the bends, oh no
We don't have any real friends, no, no, no
Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
Where do we go from here
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines,
To blow me away, to blow me sky high
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race
Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you"
================================
Yeah, I thought I'd start off with a kick-ass song. If you keep reading you will find that I tend to incorporate music and lyrics alot in my daily blablabla. I always thought that my life needed a soundtrack, and I am doing my best to fulfil this idea; Mp3-player in my ears, a nice big hifi back home and portable speakers that can shower me with music in the shower or kitchen. I am getting closer.
The kick-ass song above is The Bends, by Radiohead. The Bends, why hey! that's the title of this blog, isn't that the darndest thing!? Well, heck, I don't know why I chose it. Not really. I was listening to it yesterday, and I was thinking about finally starting to post my diary in english.. and I just found it to click. The Bends, it seems like a good way to describe life's little twists and turns, no?
One reason I thought I needed a new blog was because I had made som sort of inward vow that all the things I put on my OPEN YOUR FACE UP AND SING blog would be written by me. That is, no song lyrics, no quotes, no nothing. But I have a desire, a need, an urge, to always write down those songs and sayings that go through my head.. they will be spilled out here.
Well.. I'm happy to make your acquaintance...
By for now
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