Steal. Copy. Imitate.

I read this on http://ignoremi.blogspot.com/, but since I could'nt find a proper way to link to it, I just copy-pasted. Feel free to ignore this post.
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"Read this on Xin Le's blog. Seems like those emails you forward to others. Have a read anyway.

Five (5) lessons to make you think about the way we treat people.

1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade."Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.

2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the RainOne night, at11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance, and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."
Sincerely,Mrs. Nat King Cole.

3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked."Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it."Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient."Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.The little boy again counted his coins."I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies..You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.

4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.

bittersweet

Coffee is such a fascinating thing
I mean, I like coffee
and I love expresso
or mocca coffee
but unlike a lot of slightly pedantic people
I would never say that I can only drink espresso
or that coffee should only be drunk black as night
instead
I find
that coffee is such a beautiful thing thanks to all the variations
hot swedish coffee from a thermos with a cheese limpa sandwich on a sunny, snowy slope
a mocca with a lot of warm milk and lots of sugar, in the morning with a sweet cake
an afternoon espresso, one sugar, drunk in one or two mouths
machine coffee, with all it's faults, offering a still moment of contemplation and movement
even instant coffee, to lazy for a pot when I am only one person, has its own charm
like today
when I am at home sick, just waiting for the day to reach a certain point when I have to leave
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Infection

Cups of tea
vitamin C

days worth nothing pass by
no one calls

i've been watching some bad comedy to pass time

Anchorman - bad
The Incredibles - so-so
American Pie presents Band Camp - sucked immensly

tried to play some guitar, but i just get annoyed at the bad sounding Yamaha

i used to think such a thing to be a tragedy
but i would actually have more fun going to work
then i guess, not in this state, when nothing is really any fun
my head hurts slightly, i feel winded, warm, my joints ache
thinking is hard, i can't concentrate
all i want is to sleep, but somehow also to stupidly enjoy this time, watching movies etc.

doesn't work

will go work tomorrow, no matter
got to prepare for next week, giving a talk

today, at least something positive
a mailman forced a package through the mail slot
containing three cds
one of them in a broken cover
ungently handled during shipping

The White Birch . Star is just a sun
Mi and L'Au . Mi and L'Au
Regina Spektor . Soviet Kitsch

just realised the white birch song i so love, satellite, is not on the cd
bugger, but well, it seems good enough anyway

take care
see ya

Duritz

We spend all day getting sober
just hiding from daylight
watching tv

just look a lot better in the blue light
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i am color blind
coffee black
and egg white
pull me out from inside
i am ready
i am fine
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we couldn't all be cowboys
so some of us are clowns

A long days journey into night

oboy. if i could write a title like that, i'd be a happy man.
but, wait. i Am a happy man. (albeit, hungover, mortally tired, raspy in the throat,...)
does that mean i can write that title.
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it's such a great title. i feel likt that's all this day will be. a slow move, a slow motion sequence from a film. watching "this life", an old bbc series. effing amazing. real. good drama. great acting.
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'I did not regularly watch This Life, but I caught the final episode and was appalled at the drugs, booze and worst of all, simulated sex between homosexuals... We should complain more often and perhaps our comments would have some weight in preventing such trash being shown.' :Daily Mail

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and the light of day is passing by without me. but not unnoticed. it looks like a beautiful day. but people like me stay in. watching tv. feeling better. eating yesterdays crisps, drinking yesterdays cola.
and people like my girlfriend work all day. taking care of people who can't take care of themselves.
who are the people who deal with these days. make them go past. what am i talking about?
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lunch is looking like a good idea. but then again. the couch is very comfy, and i think i have an episode or two left on the disc.
i thoroughly enjoy this kind of day. except for the feeling that i could've done more with it. this constant pressure of maximising. never wasting a sinlge hour. a single minute. so much i could've done today. and yet, all i look forward to is to go to bed. to sleep. perchance to dream. my dreams have been weird and real lately, so that's an adventure.
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Cufflinks and hub caps/Trofees and paper backs

In spite of the morning post, todays song is Soldier's things by Tom Waits. His lisp scratches my heartstrings like a two-day beard growth.

Does it sting your face to run in the snowstorm

I just handed in the lab hand-in assignment that I have struggled with this week. Or the Hand In Ass, as I like to call it. It was a bitch, but being a phd student just changes your perspective immensly on studying (well, mine anyway), making it so much easier since I'm doing relevant things. Things I want to learn and want to understand, and know WHY I am learning.

I feel a slight cold approaching, but that's what you get (I get.. again with the pronouns..) for swapping saliva with sick people. Was it worth it? Does a cat's lips move when it reads? Yes, it was entirely, profoundly worth it.

Have worked a lot this week so today I am going home early. Picking up my snowboard in town, and then home for some house-cleaning, relocation of furniture, wash-day ("nothing clean, right?"). and some planning for tomorrow, and then, depending on my state of coldness etc. either an early night or something spontaneous.

"That's not the electric light my friend
That is your vision growing dim"

Wondering

two years ago
before you felt so familiar
before i could remember
your last name
i remember now
how our bright spring green deepened
with the years the seasons changed
and we were lush as the underside of august
the streets looked like water
they swelled and they shimmered
and they stretch like the sea
and dressed in my best shining skin
and my squinty eyes
i put the miles behind me

and it took us so long to get here
you gotta write between lines
you gotta read between the years
and fleetingly we see ourselves pass
driving a good thing

and wondering how long can it last


-difranco

More dreams

Lately, my dreams are all about failure and dissapointment. There was the Hotel Rwanda/Bird flu scenario, where I made some random act of insecurity as help came, and ended up left behind in a shellshocked tennement building, killer viruses buzzing around, bullets hanging in the air. And then I dreamt (ah..) that I finally got my nikon camera. But when I got my hands on it, it turned out to be used, the text worn off the buttons, the casing rattly. And as I was trying it out, chasing pictures, nothing turned out any good. Every motif I saw slipped through my inept fingers. And then the last one, dreaming that it was already saturday night, and I hadn't prepared anything to eat. People already coming in. As I began to scour the shelves for alcohol, as a way to remedy my bad hosting, strangers started to barge through the door, with long hair and leather jackets. A large bottle of gin broke on the tile floor. Looking at this scene I had a profound sense of doom.

The bassline of addiction

Today, this afternoon, I am drinking too much coffee again. It's like with alcohol. You can see it, feel it, know what is going to happend. But you don't stop it. Don't stop yourself. Why? Indeed. There is something in the consumtion (self destruction), conceptually set apart from the obvious effects (intoxication, exhiliration) that lure you. That lure me. As far as I know, you could be one of those. Who don't. Don't drink coffee. Don't drink alcohol. But I am not one of those. I am weaker in some ways than that, wouldn't say no. Wouldn't say stop. Until I know for sure the damages outweigh the benefits.

Fat Bastards R Us

Goodevening
I'm back in Uppsala after a quick spell in the North. And I feel that I want to write a little something here and now, cuz I suspect that I may be busy during the week.
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Going up was originally planned to bring my snowboard down here, but in the end that's the one thing I didn't manage... It will be sent to me on tuesday though, so no worries.

Getting up on friday night I learned that both of our (my parents) cars were out of order. My brother picked me up in his girlfriends moms car.. And so, instead of speeding off to a friends house, I had to subvert him into joining me at my folks. He came out and we listened to some vinyl, played cards and chatted away. Mostly, nothing seriuous was said, and time was mostly spent reminiscing about last summers turn around the north of Norway and the Lofoten islands. And dreaming about a Great Return, Norway - the Sequel. Then of course, I had to tell him about my Girl (can I call her "My"? or should it be "the Girl who I am with", or rather more accurately, "the Girl who is with me"?) and I gave him a few choice adjectives to sum up.
Unfortunately he had to leave the next day to go somewhere for a funeral.
And my other best friend living in Övik was - to my surprise and awe - missing, having descended to Dalarna for the (in)famous Vasaloppet cross-country ski race. 15000 people race in this event each year, skiing the 90some km from (eh.. forgot) to Mora, retracing the trek made by the swedish King Vasa in the whateverHundreds (if you want accurate details, I suggest wikipedia.org or why not vasaloppet.se). She clocked 10h:16min as she reached the end. I say, it's bloody insane. But nontheless, or just because of that, it's darned impressive.
Anyway, this left me without friends, or people to hang out with, and I was "stuck" with my parents. Which, I guess, was ok. In that sort of boring way. But being tired and since it was still only for one day basically, it reallly didn't bother me. And chance would have it so that this very weekend was the opening of a friend's art show in the Örnsköldsvik Museeum. So, I went to see this opening, small and intimate as it were, saw some really great art and got to meet some friends of the family that I hadn's seen in a long time.
Then we went home, had dinner and watched the disturbing and good film Hotel Rwanda. I spent most part of the film feeling ill and abused. I am, to be honest, a very badgery coward of a person. I prefer to bury my head in what I like, - smell it, touch it, - and ignore all the horrible things in the world. I say to myself it's to keep from going insane. And watching this movie was quite the opposite to this strategy. And on top of it, all these events are in a sense history, not going on right now and therefore nothing I could possibly influence or change.
And then I went to sleep, but the movie and the newsflashes about the feared bird-flu mutated and joined forces in my mind, creating my first nightmare in what must be close to 20 years. I was in a city, under oppressive occupation and ravished by a horrible and dangerous epidemic spread by birds. I had to get out before it got me. People around were both dying and preforming rebel acts, the enemies in the dream being forged together into One Great Threat. Death. No matter if it was by militia bullets or bacterial invasion, death was the outcome. So we hid in burned out buildings, holding our breath, living crowded together in rooms only accesible by rope-ladders. When finally help came it was under the guide of my professor from work, which is another strange component, and at that time something made me turn back to fetch something I cannot remember what. I ducked back into the hiding place, climbing up to fetch whatever it was. Rushing back, I reached the street but it was empty. In the distance I could se tanks and soldiers moving under a blue, bright sky. But my rescue squad had left, and I was on my own. And so, I woke up.

Weird and wild stuff, and I haven't even been able to compose it well. Also I chose to leave out some very disturbing details.

Today was spent in a car, slowly snaking down the coast in a schizophrenic weather with equally unstable traffic conditions. Now a grid-lock and snowstorm. Now sunny and flowing. Now zero visibility and icy roads.

Finally back home, the long ride made me miss my possible appointment with my Love, so Iäm bitter and bored. And tired.
This weekend I also made the mistake of letting my mother cut my hair. At first I thought, ok, that'll be fine. But it wasn't. So now, back here, I took the kitchen scissors and butchered my head even more. Can you say Bad Idea? No, actually it's better now that this morning, but I'm still unhappy.

Mr.Sweeney says to always finish with a quote, since everything's already been said and probably better by someone else so here goes:

"Every apostle or disciple, as much as they're running to follow their savior, they're running just as hard to escape something else"

"Can you pretend to love me for the rest of your life?"
Both from "Haunted" by Chuck Palahniuk

Sleep tight, and don't let the flu-virus wielding bed birds bite

A long line of failures

Whenever you feel down and out, lay the needle down to track 2 side A of Leonard Cohens Death of Ladies Man and be soothed by the soft voice of the man..

"I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said,
"Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music."

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best
I can't keep track of each fallen robin
I remeber you well in the Chelsea Hotel
That's all I don't even think of you that often"


Yesterday I went out with a friend who was here visiting, well actually taking a course at the university for His PhD studies. We went bowling and I scored a 151. That is enough to make me happy.
And to top it, earlier that afternoon I went goofing around at the book sale and bought three books. One was a small retrospective of the famous french photographer Robert Doisneau and then another photography book; some sort of anthology of a magazine called "Aperture". Marked down from 550:- to 129:- I just pretty much had to. And then Ibought the book called Motstånd that I've seen or heard something about, but cant't think of what exactly... we'll see what it is.. Glad to have these really nice photo-books though. Some inspiration, waiting for my new camera.

"Diamonds. She'll pretty much have to."