I am somewhat in a Damien Rice state of mind over this. It's really a cocktail of sweet melancholy and a swirling wonder with just a few grains of hope dusted on top.
In another sense, and in another part of my mind, I am more so in a Difranco state of mind, where "the little plastic castle is a surprise every time". For me this plastic castle is the warm and good people that, lookin back, actually have been strewn in my path like trip wires. And it's true that if now I am not fifteen feeling some deep fear about the world and life, it is because these ten years have I have been seeing these wonderful people climb from the sea shore onto my previously desert island and setting up camp, growing crops and basking in the sun. Looking around today, it would be wrong not to call it populated.
Reflections
After she left I noticed that, in merely three hours she had emptied my apartment completely.
It's my language, and I'll do what I want with it
jag går på randen till stupet som heter Förälskelse och tittar ner. Kan inte minnas när jag var så här nära sist och det kändes så fullt av glädje att falla. om du bara kunde se henne... vi känner varandra inte så väl ännu, och "inget har hänt" som det heter i folkmun, men vi flörtar, vi flörtar, vi skämtar vi ler.. och hon är så vacker så vacker. jag kan skratta åt hur osannolikt vacker hon är och åt hur pojkar tappar fattningen i hennes närvaro. vi träffas för 4:e gången nånsin imorgon. hemma hos mig. med mat och vin (om hon dricker, vilket jag inte vet) och i den bästa av alla tänkbara världar ska jag kyssa henne. och den underbaraste detaljen av alla: hon heter...
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One day
or another
I'm gonna getchagetchagetchagetcha
Peel it...
I sure hope you visit The Onion now and then for some interesting news. I like the kitty on this weeks issue (top right).
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Am slightly impressed by the zealousness of Maja and Andreas as they comment on news and current events. But I don't feel any ambition to do so myself. Go Kidman! Go stemcells! I like it in my little bubble where my life is the important news. For now anyway.
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Am slightly impressed by the zealousness of Maja and Andreas as they comment on news and current events. But I don't feel any ambition to do so myself. Go Kidman! Go stemcells! I like it in my little bubble where my life is the important news. For now anyway.
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The Subhumans
HErewego
Paddle
The first weekend of my vacation I spent with my two great friends Karin and Erik. We went for a two-night paddle in the Archipelago of Örnsköldsvik, my hometown. It was a cool, new experience and not at all as exhausting as I had imagined. Photos will be added to fotogalleriet.se as soon as those useless bastards get a grip on their server which seems to be out of joint.
Well, I guess already during these few days, the themes for my vacation were establishd to be: Improvisation, Beauty, Spontanaiety (it's not a friggin spelling bee) . Out there on the high seas we ate great food, drank some wine, talked about days past and ran through the meadows. Or something to that effect.
Memorable moments were the local history lesson by the Fish smoker, the smoked fish, the clear lake at the hill, the wind that grew from nothing to something in 2 min, the dangerous passage outside of Trysunda Island, the fabulousness that it is floating on water, and of course the fabulousness that is Miss and Mr D.
Noreg
Driving to norway, driving around in norway and driving back was very cool. Again the Beauty was our principal excuse for going but I think the true motivation was a genuine search for freedom and unfettered movement. Being entirely and truly on wings and without a responsability in the world. We did what we wanted, went when we felt like it, to where our desire suggested, at the pace our legs (and the Volvo) could carry us. We saw great things, huge mountains, wild rivers eating away at the mountains, crumbled mountains, undead, heard tales of rabid Lapps, saw The Beautiful biker girl with her city camoflage and later with a scraped up face (caused not by malice nor motorbike but by alcoholic euphoria), listened to folk music from the north of sweden, and drank ridiculous amounts of coffee while eating and sleeping only what was absolutely necessary and without considering such tediuos thoughts as routine and normality.
It was, in a word, undescribable.
Also, again, with the photos and the server down and the AiAi aEueeiu!
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I am stocking up a pretty hefty bar at home. Ridiculous amounts of alcohol. Likey!
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Tomorrows another hell day at work I imagine and then going out for food and hard drink.
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This just doesn't translate:
'Jag har flingsalt, men är ändå inte riktigt lycklig'
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Paddle
The first weekend of my vacation I spent with my two great friends Karin and Erik. We went for a two-night paddle in the Archipelago of Örnsköldsvik, my hometown. It was a cool, new experience and not at all as exhausting as I had imagined. Photos will be added to fotogalleriet.se as soon as those useless bastards get a grip on their server which seems to be out of joint.
Well, I guess already during these few days, the themes for my vacation were establishd to be: Improvisation, Beauty, Spontanaiety (it's not a friggin spelling bee) . Out there on the high seas we ate great food, drank some wine, talked about days past and ran through the meadows. Or something to that effect.
Memorable moments were the local history lesson by the Fish smoker, the smoked fish, the clear lake at the hill, the wind that grew from nothing to something in 2 min, the dangerous passage outside of Trysunda Island, the fabulousness that it is floating on water, and of course the fabulousness that is Miss and Mr D.
Noreg
Driving to norway, driving around in norway and driving back was very cool. Again the Beauty was our principal excuse for going but I think the true motivation was a genuine search for freedom and unfettered movement. Being entirely and truly on wings and without a responsability in the world. We did what we wanted, went when we felt like it, to where our desire suggested, at the pace our legs (and the Volvo) could carry us. We saw great things, huge mountains, wild rivers eating away at the mountains, crumbled mountains, undead, heard tales of rabid Lapps, saw The Beautiful biker girl with her city camoflage and later with a scraped up face (caused not by malice nor motorbike but by alcoholic euphoria), listened to folk music from the north of sweden, and drank ridiculous amounts of coffee while eating and sleeping only what was absolutely necessary and without considering such tediuos thoughts as routine and normality.
It was, in a word, undescribable.
Also, again, with the photos and the server down and the AiAi aEueeiu!
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I am stocking up a pretty hefty bar at home. Ridiculous amounts of alcohol. Likey!
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Tomorrows another hell day at work I imagine and then going out for food and hard drink.
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This just doesn't translate:
'Jag har flingsalt, men är ändå inte riktigt lycklig'
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Get down on your knees and tell me you love me
Cure for depression: Shopping. And alcohol.
Today the broken machine I am working with at Uni broke down even more. Every time I think we got it it just slides a little further down that gravel hillside toward a scary drop. I am hoping for a delivery that will allow me to fix another broken machine today, but it's seems late and there's no sight of it.
So understand me when I went to the Systembolaget and bought myself four shiny, deep red presents from italy. Now I can dream of enjoying them as a change from enjoying those eyes that sparkle.
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I've never met someone
so funny
so beautiful
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Elephants are elegant
Today the broken machine I am working with at Uni broke down even more. Every time I think we got it it just slides a little further down that gravel hillside toward a scary drop. I am hoping for a delivery that will allow me to fix another broken machine today, but it's seems late and there's no sight of it.
So understand me when I went to the Systembolaget and bought myself four shiny, deep red presents from italy. Now I can dream of enjoying them as a change from enjoying those eyes that sparkle.
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I've never met someone
so funny
so beautiful
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Elephants are elegant
Funcrusher Plus
Lemme just start this day by saying "WOOOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I GOT YOUALL IN CHECK!"
It's like discovering gold, or perhaps like inventing music, every time you get your nose stuck in that someone's hair.
Forget about the whole text message statement.
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I havent' the time to do the BIG information that i relly want (vacation, paddling in Övik, roadtrip to norway) but I swea I'll try to do it soon.
It's like discovering gold, or perhaps like inventing music, every time you get your nose stuck in that someone's hair.
Forget about the whole text message statement.
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I havent' the time to do the BIG information that i relly want (vacation, paddling in Övik, roadtrip to norway) but I swea I'll try to do it soon.
Cheers Darlin'
And as if I wasn't stressed out enough by being back at work - does Isolde always have to keep Tristan climbing up the walls by not sending a text message? I am about to dream too much about this. Reality check, please (with the hand gesture).
I just realised...
that I have no ambitions whatsoever when it comes to effort, but very high ambitions when it comes to results. Quite a pickle to be in, since not everything is as easy to breeze through as an engineering degree.
If you are looking to employ me, please disregard this post.
If you are looking to employ me, please disregard this post.
Glasgow kisses and near misses
You can sit there and think it is too good to be true, or you can lean over and just kiss her.
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The anatomy of restlessness
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I can't really be more vague. I CAN be more concrete. I was on my first date. In what seems like forEVER. Some things just seem to come to those who wait around and get more and more bitter and disillusioned.
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Well we can't sit around here all day on our elbows
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An elbow! Right here!
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Chao. Take it. Easy.
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The anatomy of restlessness
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I can't really be more vague. I CAN be more concrete. I was on my first date. In what seems like forEVER. Some things just seem to come to those who wait around and get more and more bitter and disillusioned.
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I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you
Can't take my eyes off of you
Until I find
Somebody new
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Well we can't sit around here all day on our elbows
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An elbow! Right here!
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Chao. Take it. Easy.
Bliss like this
I couldn't play cool if I had the script
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All the trains and boats and planes to Norrland were full today, so I am leaving early in the morrow. Flying to Övik. Then I have to pass quickly at my house, start the washing mashine for my clothes that I will bring to Norway and then it's off to rent kayaks. We (me and 2 Goodfriends) will go on a 3day2night trip out into the blue and red archipelago of Örnskölsvik and Höga Kusten. Living in tents and maybe abandoned barns, eating from a camping stove, drinking some wine. Never leave home without it is what I say.
On monday we're returning the kayaks and I will most likely leave with good friend no3 for the long drive north towards Norway, the polar circle, light that never stops, water, fishing, adventure and freedom. There no I in team, but theres no I in freedom either.
We will also visit good friend no4 in Sörreisa and go deep sea fishing. Should be good and fresh.
Will there be whales or women? I don't know. My experience in either case is too limited to make any predictions of the sort. Hoping for whales though. I heard they can make you feel pretty cool.
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If you were with me around the time I was in barcelona you will have been told this before, but I am in Rediscovery country and look what I found: A norwegian group called The White Birch. Check out the song Satellite and listen to the drums. Wow. I am hoping to be able to find a CD in norway, since it seems hard here.
Another norwedian musical highlight is the faboulous Kaizers Orkester. To break of from all this contemporary and boring shit, something unique and in norwegian to boot.
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Well, better start working.
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All the trains and boats and planes to Norrland were full today, so I am leaving early in the morrow. Flying to Övik. Then I have to pass quickly at my house, start the washing mashine for my clothes that I will bring to Norway and then it's off to rent kayaks. We (me and 2 Goodfriends) will go on a 3day2night trip out into the blue and red archipelago of Örnskölsvik and Höga Kusten. Living in tents and maybe abandoned barns, eating from a camping stove, drinking some wine. Never leave home without it is what I say.
On monday we're returning the kayaks and I will most likely leave with good friend no3 for the long drive north towards Norway, the polar circle, light that never stops, water, fishing, adventure and freedom. There no I in team, but theres no I in freedom either.
We will also visit good friend no4 in Sörreisa and go deep sea fishing. Should be good and fresh.
Will there be whales or women? I don't know. My experience in either case is too limited to make any predictions of the sort. Hoping for whales though. I heard they can make you feel pretty cool.
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If you were with me around the time I was in barcelona you will have been told this before, but I am in Rediscovery country and look what I found: A norwegian group called The White Birch. Check out the song Satellite and listen to the drums. Wow. I am hoping to be able to find a CD in norway, since it seems hard here.
Another norwedian musical highlight is the faboulous Kaizers Orkester. To break of from all this contemporary and boring shit, something unique and in norwegian to boot.
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Well, better start working.
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"so many sheep i quit counting
sleepless and embarrassed about the way that i feel
trying to make mole hills out of mountains
building base camp at the bottom of a really big deal
and did i tell you how i stopped eating?
when you stopped calling me
and i was cramped up shitting rivers for weeks
and pretending that i was finally free"
Robomantic
This is not a track, it's a movement
When you start thinking you are a state you definetely are a state
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I am looking for the holes
The holes in your jeans
Because I want to know
Are the worn out in the seat
Or are they warn out in the knees?
My head has never hurt so sweet
My head has never felt so light
I can't help smile at the feeling
That this is the last time
This is the last time
I'll ever fall in love
Lights are blinding my eyes
A good sign you've had a good night is that the hangover headache gives you a feeling of nostalgic pleasure.
I had some great wine last night. A little too light maybe but precious.
I never think I've tried to steal so many glances at a girl as last night. The feeling is that of verification. Does this woodland beauty really sit across from me. Is this really possible. Can this savior be for real.
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I love all of you. So much.
I had some great wine last night. A little too light maybe but precious.
I never think I've tried to steal so many glances at a girl as last night. The feeling is that of verification. Does this woodland beauty really sit across from me. Is this really possible. Can this savior be for real.
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I love all of you. So much.
Why do fools fall into lakes?
Some things can't be left unsaid. Tonight I met the most beautiful girl I have ever joked around with. I noticed her early, who wouldn't?, I ask you - sure enough I wasn't the only one - and after a while it turned out she was the friend of a friend. Well, leave well enough alone, and keep beautiful women at arms length where they can't cause you harm or complicate things, you reply. But Ney! To my great tickling satisfaction and bottomless fear she also presented a wit to match her beauty. A tounge fast as a snake in the grass and power of imagination worthy of a great fireside storyteller.
I jest I know. But fact is, oh brother she was nice. Such a nice girl, so funny and witty and yes, undeniably beautiful. Boys stepped in her path all night trying their best drunken pick-up lines, or just stood in the looming shadows, staring at the sun.
So now, I predict the following. I will see her again (somehow, god knows how), things will be great until I actually admit some romantic motives, at which point everything turns into an awkwardness of titanical proportions. I will dream, but nothing will materialise. She will be another spectre passing through.
Did I mention her name? Of course not, this is the internet, and laws aside I wouldn't write just anything. She has the most lovely name, I fell on my ass when I heard it. H. I had never ever in my life imagined a H could look and smile like this H. My H, as she is the only H I know.
That's all I wanted to say, I think.
I jest I know. But fact is, oh brother she was nice. Such a nice girl, so funny and witty and yes, undeniably beautiful. Boys stepped in her path all night trying their best drunken pick-up lines, or just stood in the looming shadows, staring at the sun.
So now, I predict the following. I will see her again (somehow, god knows how), things will be great until I actually admit some romantic motives, at which point everything turns into an awkwardness of titanical proportions. I will dream, but nothing will materialise. She will be another spectre passing through.
Did I mention her name? Of course not, this is the internet, and laws aside I wouldn't write just anything. She has the most lovely name, I fell on my ass when I heard it. H. I had never ever in my life imagined a H could look and smile like this H. My H, as she is the only H I know.
That's all I wanted to say, I think.
Well that's your perception
And I am also DYING to comment on the discussion on Andreas' blog and certainly to see Maja's point of view. I think that at the heart it may just be a semantic discussion, and usually people take offense to the passion I can bring to such discussions, meaning that if I knew all along what they meant why argue? Why? Because a great enemy of peace, progress and prosperity i MISUNDERSTANDINGS, and so I don't shy away from trying to get people more aware of what they are saying, writing and what they really want to say. Don't just repeat stuff you've heard that made sense.
Where am I really going with this? Why don't I just comment on the discussion itself? I dunno. Don't want to be to harsh and risk offense. Don't have the energy for it. Some rambling here will satisfy me allright for now.
Where am I really going with this? Why don't I just comment on the discussion itself? I dunno. Don't want to be to harsh and risk offense. Don't have the energy for it. Some rambling here will satisfy me allright for now.
I Am 36 Degrees
The original reason for me posting was actually to recommend my newest and dearest musical discovery, Four Tet. Electronical sampling jazz-mayhem. Check out the Rounds album. And the first song on Everything ecstatic wich just boomed me into buying the CD.
Lay your book on my chest
Feel the words
Feel it
Let's go watch them slice this fat bastard up
Of course I know it's been a long time. But if you think this is bad, brace yourself because the wildest is yet to come. On friday I am leaving for a 2 week hiatus, and my guess is that I wont spend many minutes on this word wild web but rather focusing on some IRL time with R&R and maybe even T&A.
I have started some battles here in the real world, and I just don't seem that motivated to interact with digital impulses from people who really are to goddam far away (See especially the 52bookreports. Silly thing is I have read a few books, just haven't reviewed them. TBC). It's just a rut, I know that, and I will be back posting more fervently later but there will probaby be a tumbleweed or two going across this blog during summer. After all, it IS summer and rightly time should be spent enjoying her fruits (am not talking about the OC).
Email probably still will work, so if you have desperate need - seek me there.
I have started some battles here in the real world, and I just don't seem that motivated to interact with digital impulses from people who really are to goddam far away (See especially the 52bookreports. Silly thing is I have read a few books, just haven't reviewed them. TBC). It's just a rut, I know that, and I will be back posting more fervently later but there will probaby be a tumbleweed or two going across this blog during summer. After all, it IS summer and rightly time should be spent enjoying her fruits (am not talking about the OC).
Email probably still will work, so if you have desperate need - seek me there.
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