white wine and sleeping pills
help me get back to your arms
cheap sex and sad films
help me get to where I belong
I think you're crazy
baby
I think you're crazy
baby
stop sending letters
letters always get burnt
it's not like the movies
they fed us on little white lies
i think you're crazy
baby
i think you're crazy
baby
i will see you
in the next life
beautiful angel
torn apart at birth
limbless and helpless
i can't even recognize you
A steel rib cage, polished and stainless
How long have you been waiting to squeeze THAT into a conversation
One of my favourite complaints about countries such as the UK and the USA is that they have a two-party system. It seems to me that this makes it so much more difficult for new political directions and political diversity. So you can imagine my disillusionment when the swedish parties are more and more conforming to two mainstreams. The latest in this development was the "Center" party recently retracting their long-standing resistance to nuclear power, to facilitate the right-wing block of parties being elected into majority rule. In other words, less individuality, more conformity. The blocks will congeal and finally be just that. Two blocks. Two parties. Two mildly conflicting views. No voices of reason and change, just slander across the cataclysm.
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Tonight, if the weather allows, it will be yet another picknick. Yeahh. Wine and pasta-sallad and girls girls girls girls girls I do adore.
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Cups: 1 tea, 1 coffee
Listening: Radiohead - Amnesiac
Mood: A little cross-eyed
Food: Pasta - sallad with Olives, Sundried tomatoes, Hallouhmi cheese, rucola, cherry tomatoes, kidney beans, a gallon of olive oil
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Tonight, if the weather allows, it will be yet another picknick. Yeahh. Wine and pasta-sallad and girls girls girls girls girls I do adore.
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Cups: 1 tea, 1 coffee
Listening: Radiohead - Amnesiac
Mood: A little cross-eyed
Food: Pasta - sallad with Olives, Sundried tomatoes, Hallouhmi cheese, rucola, cherry tomatoes, kidney beans, a gallon of olive oil
Fake tan, fake fan
New pictures from friday here
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Cups of ...: 1 coffee 2 tea
Listening to: Busta Rhymes - The coming
Mood: tranquil
Food of thought: Gazpacho with Rosé wine, and freshpine-flavoured risotto, maybe wednesday.
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I recommend (for the swedishspeaking) Systembolagets homepage with their wine-food cross-reference guide. It can help with which wine goes with what (if that is something that concerns you).
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Cups of ...: 1 coffee 2 tea
Listening to: Busta Rhymes - The coming
Mood: tranquil
Food of thought: Gazpacho with Rosé wine, and freshpine-flavoured risotto, maybe wednesday.
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I recommend (for the swedishspeaking) Systembolagets homepage with their wine-food cross-reference guide. It can help with which wine goes with what (if that is something that concerns you).
Reality TV - TV Reality
Even though we still experience great technical development and evolution, I believe when I look around that the human kind is in a spiritual regression. We are so focused on the capitalist and materialist status quo, trying to satisfy our needs based on a dogma that has never been proven right, that no effort is made to take the souls and minds of Man forward.
Please put down your skin flutes
.A very unproductive weekend. Popaganda pop-festival in Stockholm was visited on friday, but the ridiculous cueing and low level of alcohol in my bloodstream combined to make me a grumpy and boring visitor. And also made me completely fuck up all ambitions I may have had on enjoying the actual concerts. I saw the Tough Alliance, who were good but not my kind of live-act (all playback and a lot of song on tape), and then some of Jens Lekman and he disappointed me with bad sound and not the emotional performance I expected.
.Saturday I did fuck all. Went running, grocery-shopping, watched TV and pretty much that's it. As far as I can remember.
.Today I went to city centre, looking at shoes and trekking clothes but not buying. Stayed far away from book or cd shops. I don't need that. I am dreaming of buying a digital camera, a Canon 350D, 20D or a Nikon D70S. Maybe it's too soon though. then I thought I was going to work for some half-hearted poster work, but as I had forgotten the keycard at home I jumped busses and went home.
.playing guitar and drinking tea.
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cups of coffee: 1, 3 tea
listening to: bright eyes
mood : lazy
.Saturday I did fuck all. Went running, grocery-shopping, watched TV and pretty much that's it. As far as I can remember.
.Today I went to city centre, looking at shoes and trekking clothes but not buying. Stayed far away from book or cd shops. I don't need that. I am dreaming of buying a digital camera, a Canon 350D, 20D or a Nikon D70S. Maybe it's too soon though. then I thought I was going to work for some half-hearted poster work, but as I had forgotten the keycard at home I jumped busses and went home.
.playing guitar and drinking tea.
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cups of coffee: 1, 3 tea
listening to: bright eyes
mood : lazy
Little countries with funny languages
Senaste maträtten du åt: Potatissallad med mozzarella, torkade tomtar och soyabönder
Senaste klädesplagget du bar: En nästan hudfärgad skjorta med snygga slag, manchettknappar
Senaste repliken du yttrade: "Ett litet ryck"
Senaste person du träffade: Adam eller Adrian
Senaste person du pussade: T-bone
Senaste person du pratade i telefonen med: Tove (obs, ej T-bone)
Senaste person du fick e-mail av: Erik Dickens
Senaste personen du fick brev av: vet inte för det var en evighet sen
Senaste person du fick sms av: T-bone
Senaste dataprogrammet du körde: Kör just nu notepad.exe
Senaste gången du var utomhus: på väg till jobbet imorse
Senaste gången du sov: i morse, alldeles för länge sedan och alldeles för lite
Senaste saken du köpte: två biobiljetter, men det är ju en tjänst, så jag får säga ett gäng ikea-gejer: ramar, gardiner, cd-lådor...
sorry for the Swede-ish
Senaste klädesplagget du bar: En nästan hudfärgad skjorta med snygga slag, manchettknappar
Senaste repliken du yttrade: "Ett litet ryck"
Senaste person du träffade: Adam eller Adrian
Senaste person du pussade: T-bone
Senaste person du pratade i telefonen med: Tove (obs, ej T-bone)
Senaste person du fick e-mail av: Erik Dickens
Senaste personen du fick brev av: vet inte för det var en evighet sen
Senaste person du fick sms av: T-bone
Senaste dataprogrammet du körde: Kör just nu notepad.exe
Senaste gången du var utomhus: på väg till jobbet imorse
Senaste gången du sov: i morse, alldeles för länge sedan och alldeles för lite
Senaste saken du köpte: två biobiljetter, men det är ju en tjänst, så jag får säga ett gäng ikea-gejer: ramar, gardiner, cd-lådor...
sorry for the Swede-ish
Apparently
'I value (in the order of value) Pride, Family, Love, Career, Money
'I consider Myself Stupid, My Partner Independant, My Enemies Dirty, Sex Good and My own life Big
... I like the part about my enemies
'I consider Myself Stupid, My Partner Independant, My Enemies Dirty, Sex Good and My own life Big
... I like the part about my enemies
Crystal
another point to make clear was that it was the Eurovision song CONTEST that was a disappointment, and not the party, which was everything but. it was educational, intimate, distracted, fun, and affectionate
When in doubt: Steal, copy, imitate
The Frog and The Scorpion
ONE
an old American Indian tale adapted from 'The Indian and The Snake'.
frog and scorpion
One day a frog was sitting by the bank of the river enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze. It so happened that a scorpion approached him rather quickly as to inquire about crossing the river. "Frog", said the scorpion, "I am in need of passage across the river upon your back. I am prepared to pay you with this mealworm that I have not eaten."
The frog thought about it for a moment, then replied "Scorpion, I know that if I grant you a ride across the river upon my back, you will poison me on the other side. For that alone I shall say 'no thanks'."
"Frog", again said the scorpion, "Please, I have no wish to harm you, treasure chestI promise. I just need to go across the river to find more food. There is nothing left on this side for me to eat."
The frog thought about it again for a moment and then agreed to help the scorpion get across the river.
Half way across, the frog felt a rather sharp, stinging sensation in his back. The scorpion had stuck him with his venom. "SCORPION!", cried the frog, "You have killed me and you as well. Why have you done this?"
"Because I am a scorpion...and that is my nature."
TWO
A frog and scorpion are standing next to a river. The scorpion wants a ride across the big water.
The frog says, "No dice. We’ll get halfway across, you’ll sting me, and I’ll die."
Brother scorpion debates the point. "If I do, and you do, we both drown. Bad move on my part."
Sister frog concedes the logic and agrees to provide transportation.
Halfway across and the scorpion just can’t resist. Scorpion zaps frog.
"But, but, but," says the now dying and sinking frog.
"Couldn’t help it," says the now also sinking scorpion. "I’m a scorpion; it’s what I do."
THREE
This may be a short story that some people have heard before, but one I find interesting. It involves a frog and a scorpion, both who lived in the African savannah, along the side of a large river. Near the end of a particularly dry season the savannah brush caught fire, driving all the animals and creatures towards the river, seeking safety from the flames.
At the river's edge the frog ran into a deadly and feared scorpion, blocking his way. Turning to the frog the scorpion said " I know that we are two creatures who ordinarily would be hunter and hunted, but today I ask that you put that aside and help me to cross the river. In return I will be forever indebted to you, should our paths cross again in the future." "I ask that you allow me to ride on your back as you swim across the river." Still cautious the frog replied "How do I know that this is not a trick you are using to lure me to a certain death?" The scorpion replied "If I stay on this side of the river I will die in the fire. If I sting you then how will I cross the river? If I sting you while I am on your back then I will drown and also die. My life is now in your control."
As the flames neared the frog allowed the scorpion to climb upon his back and they both began their journey across the river, away from the flames. Halfway across the river the frog felt a sharp jab in his back and then the paralysis and pain associated with a deadly scorpion sting.
As both the frog and scorpion started to sink in the water the frog looked at the scorpion and said "Why? Why did you sting me? You said that you would not and now that you have you have sealed a certain death for yourself as you drown? It doesn't make sense!" "I know", replied the scorpion, "and I am deeply sorry, but I cannot help it. I am a scorpion and to sting my prey is my nature. A nature that I cannot change."
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please note that I didn't write any of this, I swiped them off the net, but I like the illustration it make when they are set side by side, it exemplifies the importance and influence of writing on a story, for this is all the same story, just written out in different words, by different people
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cups o joe: 3
listening to: still mike skinner
mood: a little tired, actually
ONE
an old American Indian tale adapted from 'The Indian and The Snake'.
frog and scorpion
One day a frog was sitting by the bank of the river enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze. It so happened that a scorpion approached him rather quickly as to inquire about crossing the river. "Frog", said the scorpion, "I am in need of passage across the river upon your back. I am prepared to pay you with this mealworm that I have not eaten."
The frog thought about it for a moment, then replied "Scorpion, I know that if I grant you a ride across the river upon my back, you will poison me on the other side. For that alone I shall say 'no thanks'."
"Frog", again said the scorpion, "Please, I have no wish to harm you, treasure chestI promise. I just need to go across the river to find more food. There is nothing left on this side for me to eat."
The frog thought about it again for a moment and then agreed to help the scorpion get across the river.
Half way across, the frog felt a rather sharp, stinging sensation in his back. The scorpion had stuck him with his venom. "SCORPION!", cried the frog, "You have killed me and you as well. Why have you done this?"
"Because I am a scorpion...and that is my nature."
TWO
A frog and scorpion are standing next to a river. The scorpion wants a ride across the big water.
The frog says, "No dice. We’ll get halfway across, you’ll sting me, and I’ll die."
Brother scorpion debates the point. "If I do, and you do, we both drown. Bad move on my part."
Sister frog concedes the logic and agrees to provide transportation.
Halfway across and the scorpion just can’t resist. Scorpion zaps frog.
"But, but, but," says the now dying and sinking frog.
"Couldn’t help it," says the now also sinking scorpion. "I’m a scorpion; it’s what I do."
THREE
This may be a short story that some people have heard before, but one I find interesting. It involves a frog and a scorpion, both who lived in the African savannah, along the side of a large river. Near the end of a particularly dry season the savannah brush caught fire, driving all the animals and creatures towards the river, seeking safety from the flames.
At the river's edge the frog ran into a deadly and feared scorpion, blocking his way. Turning to the frog the scorpion said " I know that we are two creatures who ordinarily would be hunter and hunted, but today I ask that you put that aside and help me to cross the river. In return I will be forever indebted to you, should our paths cross again in the future." "I ask that you allow me to ride on your back as you swim across the river." Still cautious the frog replied "How do I know that this is not a trick you are using to lure me to a certain death?" The scorpion replied "If I stay on this side of the river I will die in the fire. If I sting you then how will I cross the river? If I sting you while I am on your back then I will drown and also die. My life is now in your control."
As the flames neared the frog allowed the scorpion to climb upon his back and they both began their journey across the river, away from the flames. Halfway across the river the frog felt a sharp jab in his back and then the paralysis and pain associated with a deadly scorpion sting.
As both the frog and scorpion started to sink in the water the frog looked at the scorpion and said "Why? Why did you sting me? You said that you would not and now that you have you have sealed a certain death for yourself as you drown? It doesn't make sense!" "I know", replied the scorpion, "and I am deeply sorry, but I cannot help it. I am a scorpion and to sting my prey is my nature. A nature that I cannot change."
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please note that I didn't write any of this, I swiped them off the net, but I like the illustration it make when they are set side by side, it exemplifies the importance and influence of writing on a story, for this is all the same story, just written out in different words, by different people
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cups o joe: 3
listening to: still mike skinner
mood: a little tired, actually
When you most need to get up you've got no energy
Bris bris puste meg i nakken
Det blir kaldt i frakken og kroppen skrike
kom bris bris, sett meg fri
Skru på sirenen og gje meg varige mèn
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Pictures from the great dissapointment, the Eurovision song contest party, can be found at Wooliton's, under the album called Schlager.
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I smoke and I drink
and every time I blink
I have a tiny dream
And as bad as I am
I am proud of the fact
that I'm worse than I seem
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Cups o joe: One
Listening to: the streets, original pirate material
Mood: Good mood
Det blir kaldt i frakken og kroppen skrike
kom bris bris, sett meg fri
Skru på sirenen og gje meg varige mèn
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Pictures from the great dissapointment, the Eurovision song contest party, can be found at Wooliton's, under the album called Schlager.
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I smoke and I drink
and every time I blink
I have a tiny dream
And as bad as I am
I am proud of the fact
that I'm worse than I seem
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Cups o joe: One
Listening to: the streets, original pirate material
Mood: Good mood
Bang bang, fingerbang
I just have to state, regarding a conversation I had recently, that being impervious to bullets is not the same as sitting in a bunker.
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And on a tangent, yes, I know I never let anything go by. I am as casual as a refridgerator.
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Cups of coffee: 2, and 2 tea
Listening to: A whispered office environment, soundabsorbing cubicle wall echoes
Mood: We needed strong drink
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And on a tangent, yes, I know I never let anything go by. I am as casual as a refridgerator.
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Cups of coffee: 2, and 2 tea
Listening to: A whispered office environment, soundabsorbing cubicle wall echoes
Mood: We needed strong drink
The penis mightier than the sword
New photos at my photo bank
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Cups of coffee: 0
Listening to: Lamb - What sound
Mood: It's almost weekend - Anticipating, procrastinating..
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Cups of coffee: 0
Listening to: Lamb - What sound
Mood: It's almost weekend - Anticipating, procrastinating..
Jenna Jameson
You know you're having a good day when you're drinking Irish Coffee at work. Sláinte!
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Cups of coffee: 4 (including the Irish)
Listening to: DJ Shadow, In tune and on time
Reading: Bruce Chatwin, the Songlines
Mood: Perculating, a little disconcerted but stabilising?
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Cups of coffee: 4 (including the Irish)
Listening to: DJ Shadow, In tune and on time
Reading: Bruce Chatwin, the Songlines
Mood: Perculating, a little disconcerted but stabilising?
A job that slowly kills you
Usually, when the subject is broached, I tend to suggest that work for me is unimportant, secondary, almost peripheral. But, as it turns out, I derive a truckload of my emotional state of mind from my succes, or lack thereof, at the workplace. Here I am, happy as a bird because someone offered to get me some screws (not to get me screwed, mind you) for my scribing setup. Maybe it was the general kindness I was met with, but I'm pretty sure that the actual advances I am making are making me feel ... good. Thanks to this, I may then be one significant step closer to solving some problems.
I heart Radiohead
Fog
There's a little child
Running round this house
And he never leaves
He will never leave
And the fog comes up from the sewers
And glows in the dark
Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fast
Grow up fast
Anything you want it can be done
How did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Somethings will never wash away
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
There's a little child
Running round this house
And he never leaves
He will never leave
And the fog comes up from the sewers
And glows in the dark
Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fast
Grow up fast
Anything you want it can be done
How did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Somethings will never wash away
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
I'm captain Roscoe, with a crossbow
2 new book posts.
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"There's a big... machine in the sky... some kind of electric snake... coming straight at us"
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"There's a big... machine in the sky... some kind of electric snake... coming straight at us"
I am full of enthusiasm. I am going places.
Gagging Order
I know what you're thinking
But I'm not your property
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
Move along, there's nothing left to see
Just a body, nothing left to see
A couple more for breakfast
A little more for tea
Just to take the edge off
Just to take the edge off
Move along, there's nothing left to see
Just a body, pouring down the street
Move along, theres nothing left to see
Just a body, nothing left to see
Move along
I know what you're thinking
But I'm not your property
No matter what you say
No matter what you say
Move along, there's nothing left to see
Just a body, nothing left to see
A couple more for breakfast
A little more for tea
Just to take the edge off
Just to take the edge off
Move along, there's nothing left to see
Just a body, pouring down the street
Move along, theres nothing left to see
Just a body, nothing left to see
Move along
No mercy for the aliens
oh, and 2 new posts on the book blog and check out the new Bathroom Bulletin
Two depressing songlines
The difference between you and me
baby
is I get fucked up when I'm alone
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Did I ever tell you I stopped eating
when you stopped
calling me
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In a way I guess it's how I've been feeling this whole weekend. I try to be that positive life-affirming guy everybody loves to love, but occasionally these dark patches cloud my heart. Well, actually it's my stomach, that where I do my feeling, and I have an acid war going on. I just can't seem to handle loneliness that well. Not when I haven't chosen it myself. Tonight I will try to combat this with some cookie-baking and further reading (Currently "The Contortionists Handbook" by ..some guy).
Godspeed
baby
is I get fucked up when I'm alone
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Did I ever tell you I stopped eating
when you stopped
calling me
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In a way I guess it's how I've been feeling this whole weekend. I try to be that positive life-affirming guy everybody loves to love, but occasionally these dark patches cloud my heart. Well, actually it's my stomach, that where I do my feeling, and I have an acid war going on. I just can't seem to handle loneliness that well. Not when I haven't chosen it myself. Tonight I will try to combat this with some cookie-baking and further reading (Currently "The Contortionists Handbook" by ..some guy).
Godspeed
Revelling
The trouble with water is
she'll always leave you for gravity
I never even told you
I had a crush on you
or anything
oh yeah
oh hell yeah
life is a b movie
it's stupid and it's strange
a directionless story
and the dialogue is lame
but in the he said she said
sometimes there's some poetry
if you turn your back long enough
and let it happen naturally
oh, yeah
hell yeah
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I am clawing at some surface
looking for something to hold on to
pff. i wish there was some simple way of explaining
some simple way of knowing would be nice too
lately i've had the feeling i am a fly
buzzing up against some window
can't really feel the sun as it is supposed to feel
i am in a rut
she'll always leave you for gravity
I never even told you
I had a crush on you
or anything
oh yeah
oh hell yeah
life is a b movie
it's stupid and it's strange
a directionless story
and the dialogue is lame
but in the he said she said
sometimes there's some poetry
if you turn your back long enough
and let it happen naturally
oh, yeah
hell yeah
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I am clawing at some surface
looking for something to hold on to
pff. i wish there was some simple way of explaining
some simple way of knowing would be nice too
lately i've had the feeling i am a fly
buzzing up against some window
can't really feel the sun as it is supposed to feel
i am in a rut
Oh look! The Queen!
Well, can you beat this? I just talked to the King of Sweden himself, my man CG16, the old Calle Bernadotte, His Royal Dudeness, HMK, Mr.Dynamite, The most popular man is sweden... I personally instructed His Royal Highness how to execute a program on our mechanical scriber, effectuating the final step in a solar module process. Sca-ry.
The King and Queen were here on a visit, and CG16 had (as far as I've been led to believe) personally expressed interest in the Solar Center research. They were led around our lab and shown our different machines for solar cell research and development.
Other than being monumentally cool, this fact made the entire first half of my day into a nervous, shaky and tedious stretch of preparation and general worriness. In the end, I guess it wasnt such a big deal, but while waiting, not really knowing what I was gonna say and how much time I would have, it was a bit tough.
Now, I gotta try to get back into normal mode and perform some tasks that I am being paid for.
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Don't congratulate too much
or berate yourself either
The race is long
and in the end
it's only with yourself
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The King and Queen were here on a visit, and CG16 had (as far as I've been led to believe) personally expressed interest in the Solar Center research. They were led around our lab and shown our different machines for solar cell research and development.
Other than being monumentally cool, this fact made the entire first half of my day into a nervous, shaky and tedious stretch of preparation and general worriness. In the end, I guess it wasnt such a big deal, but while waiting, not really knowing what I was gonna say and how much time I would have, it was a bit tough.
Now, I gotta try to get back into normal mode and perform some tasks that I am being paid for.
--
Don't congratulate too much
or berate yourself either
The race is long
and in the end
it's only with yourself
--
A right kick in the nuts
From Righteousbabe.com:
5/11/2005
JUNE EUROPEAN TOUR CANCELLED
Righteous Babe Records regrets that Ani DiFranco has been forced to cancel her June 2005 European tour. A current medical condition prevents her from touring and doctors have prescribed a two-month hiatus from all performing as mandatory to her recovery. Ani plans to get back on the road in the US in mid-July, as previously scheduled.
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And now I am deeply depressed
5/11/2005
JUNE EUROPEAN TOUR CANCELLED
Righteous Babe Records regrets that Ani DiFranco has been forced to cancel her June 2005 European tour. A current medical condition prevents her from touring and doctors have prescribed a two-month hiatus from all performing as mandatory to her recovery. Ani plans to get back on the road in the US in mid-July, as previously scheduled.
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And now I am deeply depressed
I'm gonna plant you now, and dig you later
I'm missing a concert tonight because I am senile and tired. And I'll probably miss the new episode of L word too, because those evil sunsabeaches changed the day from monday to wednesday. Oh well. I can't summon even the most modest little cloud of aggravation. All I really long for is a bed to sleep in. It's gonna be a hella-long day today.
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I'm gonna make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here
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I'm gonna make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here
Never trust a man with a blue trench coat
Now I'm gonna try to take the bus to Enköping. Let's see what that little adventure can bring.
On another note, there's a girl here at school who looks like she's from a different time, literally. Like maybe the sixties. A beauty she is too. And today I saw her being herded around in the lab. Hmm.
There are some people you just notice, and I admit I'm pretty ambitious when it comes to noticing people. There are a half a dozen girls, maybe more, here at school that I have some sort of noticable attachment to. I see them and I wonder who they are. What they study. What they're wearing underneath those jeans, underneath that t-shirt. What sgoing on inside that head, behind those eyes, those glasses. It comes with the territory I guess, the territory being being single for far too long. Important is that they have to not look boring. That is the alpha and omega.
Tisk, I've rambled enough. Time for movement.
On another note, there's a girl here at school who looks like she's from a different time, literally. Like maybe the sixties. A beauty she is too. And today I saw her being herded around in the lab. Hmm.
There are some people you just notice, and I admit I'm pretty ambitious when it comes to noticing people. There are a half a dozen girls, maybe more, here at school that I have some sort of noticable attachment to. I see them and I wonder who they are. What they study. What they're wearing underneath those jeans, underneath that t-shirt. What sgoing on inside that head, behind those eyes, those glasses. It comes with the territory I guess, the territory being being single for far too long. Important is that they have to not look boring. That is the alpha and omega.
Tisk, I've rambled enough. Time for movement.
What the hell does stark mean?
Last week my mommy was visiting. It was nice. As I've whined about earlier, I was sick for the better part of the week, but still it was fun to have some family around. We didn't really do much except for eat some good food and play cards. Man, it sounds lame, but it really wasn't. She took the bus home on frday night so..
..I went to the darkroom and spent friday night and saturday morning with photos. I just realised that to enter the competition I have to have my pictures ready by thursday. We'll see if I enter all three categories or if I chicken out of some. I really don't even know which photos to choose. [Scanning? Yeah yeah.. later. Since I don't have a scanner at home.. be patient]
Then I went back to my favourite theme; good food. Saturday I baked bread, made eggplant parmesan, a strawberry-kiwi-apple salad with a lime-menthe dressing, chocolate cake and drank some red. I think I'm having some sort of red wine renaissance here. And it feels good. Not that the wine we drank saturday was very great, not really. I should have insisted on the more expensive bottles, but nooooo.. We took a chance on some chilean cabernet which was soso.
ANYway, the food was, according to me, quite good. The fruit salad was excellent.
And yes.. I dint cook like that just for the hell of it.. I was making out on the couch to Harry Potter and the Philosofer Stone. There, I said it. It's said. More? It was nice. How could it not be?
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Last night I got some sort of low blood-sugar anti-rush. I ended up on the couch with a glass of red and basking in the glow of my F-R-I-E-N-D-S. It helps when something intangible (untangible?) comes to close. It drives the wolf from the door. Then finally I slept like a baby and dreamt about martial arts. A big amfi-theatre, classrom, full of people. We were eating to prepare for a long days worth of fighting each other. In another fragment of a dream someone attacks me and I punish him by explaining that I actually used to do aikido, and haven't forgotten it. So could he please just grow up and not try to kick my ass. Wishful thinking, I guess, I couldnt kick a lot of ass, really.
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"I'm in town to chew gum and kick ass and I'm all out of gum"
..I went to the darkroom and spent friday night and saturday morning with photos. I just realised that to enter the competition I have to have my pictures ready by thursday. We'll see if I enter all three categories or if I chicken out of some. I really don't even know which photos to choose. [Scanning? Yeah yeah.. later. Since I don't have a scanner at home.. be patient]
Then I went back to my favourite theme; good food. Saturday I baked bread, made eggplant parmesan, a strawberry-kiwi-apple salad with a lime-menthe dressing, chocolate cake and drank some red. I think I'm having some sort of red wine renaissance here. And it feels good. Not that the wine we drank saturday was very great, not really. I should have insisted on the more expensive bottles, but nooooo.. We took a chance on some chilean cabernet which was soso.
ANYway, the food was, according to me, quite good. The fruit salad was excellent.
And yes.. I dint cook like that just for the hell of it.. I was making out on the couch to Harry Potter and the Philosofer Stone. There, I said it. It's said. More? It was nice. How could it not be?
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Last night I got some sort of low blood-sugar anti-rush. I ended up on the couch with a glass of red and basking in the glow of my F-R-I-E-N-D-S. It helps when something intangible (untangible?) comes to close. It drives the wolf from the door. Then finally I slept like a baby and dreamt about martial arts. A big amfi-theatre, classrom, full of people. We were eating to prepare for a long days worth of fighting each other. In another fragment of a dream someone attacks me and I punish him by explaining that I actually used to do aikido, and haven't forgotten it. So could he please just grow up and not try to kick my ass. Wishful thinking, I guess, I couldnt kick a lot of ass, really.
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"I'm in town to chew gum and kick ass and I'm all out of gum"
Not true devil boy
Regarding my quote on thursday 21st. IT's supposed to go:
"And the fine line
between this and some dream
is that I sold my soul for
something"
"And the fine line
between this and some dream
is that I sold my soul for
something"
Chewin the fat
This week turned out to be a one-workday-week. Monday-tuesday I spent at home in bed and on the couch, blowing my nose and drinking copious amounts of red tea. I hate being sick, it conflicts with my personality, which is a rather stressful one. The thing with being sick is I don't like wasted time. And when I'm sick, there is nothing I can do but waste it. Anything worthwhile has an inherent effort incorporated, even simple things like reading a book, and become futile experiments when your brain is being fried by fever. So I always end up looking at old episodes of friends (not a bad thing in itself, but hardly an example of personal growth). So, to sum up: I wish I was healthy and energetic all the time. Cue vitamins. Cue regular exercise. Cue a balanced diet.
I did see two films this during this time of convalescence, that were "new". Sunday we watched the Aviator while being hung over. It was a decent movie a bout an impressive person. Loved the Cate Blanchett - role (Katherine Hepburn), she's such a magnificent actress. A bit too long it was. (Yoda speak). But beautiful.
Then I watched Sideways yesterday. Good. Loo-key humour, drama. It was smooth but still touching. The fact that it never exploded is something very dramatic.
gotta go - later
I did see two films this during this time of convalescence, that were "new". Sunday we watched the Aviator while being hung over. It was a decent movie a bout an impressive person. Loved the Cate Blanchett - role (Katherine Hepburn), she's such a magnificent actress. A bit too long it was. (Yoda speak). But beautiful.
Then I watched Sideways yesterday. Good. Loo-key humour, drama. It was smooth but still touching. The fact that it never exploded is something very dramatic.
gotta go - later
Without chemicals he points
If you're a careful reader, you will, or might, be wondering what is going on. Believe me, there is a plan. Not yet fully detailed, nor taken to completion, but it is there, solidifying and cristallizing. Precipitating.
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"Had I been speaking? Did they hear me?"
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Furthermore - "The sexiest thing is trust", true or false?
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I long for summer
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"Had I been speaking? Did they hear me?"
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Furthermore - "The sexiest thing is trust", true or false?
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I long for summer
That wasn't there yesterday/Det där var inte där igår
First troubled then blushing.
She frowns at my piercing.
At my tattoo.
At the scar next to my eye where a dog bit me.
Every time she makes a little declaration.
The only possible explanation.
”That wasn’t there yesterday”.
How slowly you reach out
to touch someone
is what differs friendship
from something else
My left hand finds a birthmark,
right below her right nipple.
I smile.
”That wasn’t there yesterday”.
What you do not remember didn’t exist.
What didn’t happend can’t be explained.
The time you can look at someones mouth
is what differs friendship
from something else.
The deep crimson shade of hung over lips.
That wasn’t there yesterday.
That look in here eye.
That wasn’t there yesterday.
----------<<<<<>>>>>>---------
Först bekymrad och sedan rodnande.
Hon rynkar pannan mot min piercing.
Mot min tatuering.
Mot ett ärr vid mitt öga där en hund bitit mig.
Varje gång uttalar hon en liten deklaration.
Den enda tänkbara förklaringen.
”Det där var inte där igår”.
Hur långsamt man sträcker fram handen för att röra vid nån
är vad som skiljer vänskap
från någonting annat.
Min vänstra hand hittar ett födelsemärke,
strax under hennes högra bröstvårta.
Jag ler.
”Det där var inte där igår”.
Det man inte minns fanns inte.
Det som inte hänt går inte att förklara.
Tiden man får titta på någons mun
är vad som skiljer vänskap
från någonting annat.
Den djupröda tonen från bakfulla läppar.
Det där var inte där igår.
Sättet hon tittar på mig på.
Det där var inte där igår.
She frowns at my piercing.
At my tattoo.
At the scar next to my eye where a dog bit me.
Every time she makes a little declaration.
The only possible explanation.
”That wasn’t there yesterday”.
How slowly you reach out
to touch someone
is what differs friendship
from something else
My left hand finds a birthmark,
right below her right nipple.
I smile.
”That wasn’t there yesterday”.
What you do not remember didn’t exist.
What didn’t happend can’t be explained.
The time you can look at someones mouth
is what differs friendship
from something else.
The deep crimson shade of hung over lips.
That wasn’t there yesterday.
That look in here eye.
That wasn’t there yesterday.
----------<<<<<>>>>>>---------
Först bekymrad och sedan rodnande.
Hon rynkar pannan mot min piercing.
Mot min tatuering.
Mot ett ärr vid mitt öga där en hund bitit mig.
Varje gång uttalar hon en liten deklaration.
Den enda tänkbara förklaringen.
”Det där var inte där igår”.
Hur långsamt man sträcker fram handen för att röra vid nån
är vad som skiljer vänskap
från någonting annat.
Min vänstra hand hittar ett födelsemärke,
strax under hennes högra bröstvårta.
Jag ler.
”Det där var inte där igår”.
Det man inte minns fanns inte.
Det som inte hänt går inte att förklara.
Tiden man får titta på någons mun
är vad som skiljer vänskap
från någonting annat.
Den djupröda tonen från bakfulla läppar.
Det där var inte där igår.
Sättet hon tittar på mig på.
Det där var inte där igår.
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