LAST PERSON:
1. Slept in your bed besides you? Harry
2. Whos bed you slept in? Harrys
3. Saw you cry? Harry (this is getting monotonous, ney?)
4. You saw a movie with? Harry (I aint kiddin man)
5. You went to the mall with? hmm, mall.. well that would be Karin in Dresden
6. You went to dinner with? My entire deparment tonight...
7. You talked on the phone with? According to my mobile: Dani
8. Broke your heart? wow, thats a good question.. CP probably, if we're talking properly broken
9. Made you laugh? Well, I must've laughed tonigt.. Ulf?
WOULD YOU RATHER?
1. Pierce your nose or tongue? Tongue
2. Be serious or be funny? Nothing is serious, so funny
3. Drink whole or skim milk? whole fat milk fo real
4. Die in a fire or drown? No way in hellsinki would I choose to burn, so drown i guess
5. Spend time with your parents or enemies? Wats rong wid parents? I like mine. I squish my enemies like chestnuts on the sidewalk.
ARE YOU..
1. Simple or complicated? simple, but no one would ever guess..
2. Gay? Nay!
3. Hardcore? We are all soft and pulpy. Ask any surgeon. Peaches are hardcore.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY !!
1. Do you like anyone? WtF mate? Take a big whopping guess when you read through the preceding lines.
2. Do they know it? She better know it..
DO YOU PREFER...
1. Sun or moon? sun
2. Winter or Fall? good question, seasons are there for their relative excellence... the beauty is in the variations.. fall is beautiful though
3. Left or right? well, left i guess, I'm a little gauche..
4. 10 acquaintances or having two best friends? 2 best friends. thats the way I work. acquaintances are murals on the walls of life.
5. Sun or rain? sun, again, you twatt
6. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? VAnilla Ice dude
ABOUT YOU!
1. What time is it? 01:29
2. Name? P to the O to the W-E-S. Well actually it's Per Oskar
3. Nickname(s): P-O, that's about it. No one ever managed to give me a nick that stuck. Well, maybe the Pimp. The Tapdancingpimp.
4. Where were you born? Ornskoldsvik.
5. What is your birthdate? Guy Fawkes night
6. What do you want? just Her and Time
7. Where do you want to live? in the ocean, on a mountain, by the beach
8. How many kids do you want? dunno. one?
9. You want to get married? don't really care.. its a formality
UNIQUE!
1. Nervous Habits: bite nails, drumming hands,
2. Can you roll your tongue? yup
3. Can you raise one eyebrow? fink so
4. Can you cross your eyes? ja
5. Do you make your bed daily? nope
6. Which shoe goes on first? rrrrrright
7. Ever thrown one at someone? a shoe? no
8. On average, how much money do you carry with you? I would say 100 SEK ~10€
9. What jewelry do you wear? one piece of eyebrow piercing
OTHER
1. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? I like my spaghetti like I like my women..
3. Favorite ice cream: whichever is closest to my mouth
4. How many kinds cereal are in your cabinet? two?
5. Do you cook? Does the Pope shit in the woods?
IN THE LAST MONTH, HAVE YOU? (YES OR NO)
1. Had sex: yes
2. Bought somthing you didn't need: oh yeah
3. Kissed someone: yes!
4. Sang in front of people: yes, both solo and in a comforting mass
5. Been hugged: :D
6. Felt stupid: every day
7. Missed someone: yes!!
8. Got drunk: right now
9. Got high: no
10. Danced Crazy: not sure, no I guess
11. Gotten your hair cut: no
12. Cried: just a little
13. Lied: no big ones.. maybe tried to impress some coworkers?
I need a phone call. I need a rain coat.
Call me. Call me in the morning. Before I wake up. Before I am myself. Call me and whisper through the telephone into my dream. Whisper that you will meet me where I close my eyes. That you hands will hold me, catch me, kiss me, thrill me, as I fall ... asleep. Bash down reality for a warm slice of fantasy. You run through my veins, warm as any alcohol, sharp as cocain, soft as weed. Please carry me with you. When you go.
Absinthe make the heart grow fonder
This weeks café: Melinas
I've taken some classes in polymer mechanics this week, and for this I've been commuting back and forth to Stockholm. By happenstance and luck, I have a close friend living in Södermalm and I stayed there for one night, saving one commute and nurturing one of my dearest and closest relations.
Round the corner from her house is a small place called Melinas. A big basement café, with a few chairs and tables on the sidewalk for unseasonably warm september nights as yesterday. And what can I say. 20:- for a coffee and a bun - can you beat that? And in Stockholm no less! A friendly guy took my order and seemed happy as Larry althoigh the place was almost empty. Anyhoo, I didnt have my camere, so there is no photo, but I strongly recommend a visit if you are in the neighbourhood of Skanstull in Sthlm. Especially if your a bit short on cash and still feel like an espresso (15:-) or a coffee (10:-). I stayed outside this time, but the insides looked cosy enough. The only minus I could think of was the absense of cute waitresses.
-
It's when life gets you down you start seeing all the bad things. When pain steps in and shows you how it can be more than a signal, an indicator, that it can be a hypnotizing orb. A glowing sphere that pushes every thought, and every other feeling out of your head. In a sense it is also focussing. In that you can only hold on to one single thought at the time, in the space that is left next to the glowing light, and the humming tune, of physical pain. Your step changes. Your posture changes. Every person adressing you needs to get past the barrier of communication that is set by all the nerve signals that crowd around your concious, screaming for attention. Feel me. Rectify me.
Recently I experienced some of these things. I literally felt all my worries shrink, as a blinding, crippling pain washed over me and settled in my body. Compared to the immediate needs of the Body, the Mind and the Spirit are tiny little pot-bellied pigs, begging for their masters attention.
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Some Real things have happened lately. Let's get though it. But first I gotta get a glass. And some rum.
-
Real thing 1.
I went to my first conference. Well, no that's not strictly true. I Actively Participated in my first conference as a Contributor. I presented my results on Damp Heat Degradation of CIGS solar cells in the 21st EUPVSEC in dresden on the 5th of september. It was a cool and eye-opening experience. I felt I got some good response and maybe some contacts from that little trip. At least I got a deck of business cards to play with.
Real thing 2.
This is - I mean I'm not sure to lable it Real, since it is a feeling, something highly subjective and internal. Like temperature. But here goes - I'm so in love. I've never felt like this for such a long time. I've had passionate butterflights across a pastel sky before, but they've only lasted enough time for me to take the strongest bat of wings as I hit some pavement of any european country. But now, I am positively flying. (And there, just this second, wings fluttered against my skin, because on this flight I not alone). I feel stronger than I have ever felt in a relationship, and still completely at the mercy of someone else. Baby, words will not ever be enough. As you said, all the pop song clichés hit me like a sermon. Or like Ani said
Real thing No 3
Have I told you already? Well repetition is the best path to learning. This school year I will be acting photographer for the Studen Nation of Norrland in Uppsala. That means documening the nation, it's activities and people. Going freee of charge to a bunch of nice dinners, taking picture, talking to a bunch of strangers and making friends. I am happy and anticipative.
Real thing no 4 - trivial as hell
I discovered a new alcohol. simple as it may seem, I just chanced - on some unspecified memory of an expressed preference by someone - on buying a bottle of brown rum. Aged like a whisky or cognac or anything. and I tell you, it goes down smooth. I know I'm in a dangerous area for alcohol abuse, but as I kind of like it here I will linger a little longer. Until I, or someone else, reacts on the state of things. So far, I am keeping in better shape than some people around me, and thats good enough for me.
Real Memory
"C is for cookie - that's good enough for me"
the one goes out to the Collective - Barcelona
I've taken some classes in polymer mechanics this week, and for this I've been commuting back and forth to Stockholm. By happenstance and luck, I have a close friend living in Södermalm and I stayed there for one night, saving one commute and nurturing one of my dearest and closest relations.
Round the corner from her house is a small place called Melinas. A big basement café, with a few chairs and tables on the sidewalk for unseasonably warm september nights as yesterday. And what can I say. 20:- for a coffee and a bun - can you beat that? And in Stockholm no less! A friendly guy took my order and seemed happy as Larry althoigh the place was almost empty. Anyhoo, I didnt have my camere, so there is no photo, but I strongly recommend a visit if you are in the neighbourhood of Skanstull in Sthlm. Especially if your a bit short on cash and still feel like an espresso (15:-) or a coffee (10:-). I stayed outside this time, but the insides looked cosy enough. The only minus I could think of was the absense of cute waitresses.
-
It's when life gets you down you start seeing all the bad things. When pain steps in and shows you how it can be more than a signal, an indicator, that it can be a hypnotizing orb. A glowing sphere that pushes every thought, and every other feeling out of your head. In a sense it is also focussing. In that you can only hold on to one single thought at the time, in the space that is left next to the glowing light, and the humming tune, of physical pain. Your step changes. Your posture changes. Every person adressing you needs to get past the barrier of communication that is set by all the nerve signals that crowd around your concious, screaming for attention. Feel me. Rectify me.
Recently I experienced some of these things. I literally felt all my worries shrink, as a blinding, crippling pain washed over me and settled in my body. Compared to the immediate needs of the Body, the Mind and the Spirit are tiny little pot-bellied pigs, begging for their masters attention.
-
Some Real things have happened lately. Let's get though it. But first I gotta get a glass. And some rum.
-
Real thing 1.
I went to my first conference. Well, no that's not strictly true. I Actively Participated in my first conference as a Contributor. I presented my results on Damp Heat Degradation of CIGS solar cells in the 21st EUPVSEC in dresden on the 5th of september. It was a cool and eye-opening experience. I felt I got some good response and maybe some contacts from that little trip. At least I got a deck of business cards to play with.
Real thing 2.
This is - I mean I'm not sure to lable it Real, since it is a feeling, something highly subjective and internal. Like temperature. But here goes - I'm so in love. I've never felt like this for such a long time. I've had passionate butterflights across a pastel sky before, but they've only lasted enough time for me to take the strongest bat of wings as I hit some pavement of any european country. But now, I am positively flying. (And there, just this second, wings fluttered against my skin, because on this flight I not alone). I feel stronger than I have ever felt in a relationship, and still completely at the mercy of someone else. Baby, words will not ever be enough. As you said, all the pop song clichés hit me like a sermon. Or like Ani said
"sleep walking through the all-nite drug store
baptized in fluorescent light
i found religion in the greeting card aisle
now i know hallmark was right
and every pop song on the radio
is suddenly speaking to me
art may imitate life
but life imitates t.v.
'cuz you've been gone exactly two weeks
two weeks and three days
and let's just say that things look different now
different in so many ways
i used to be a superhero
no one could touch me
not even myself
you are like a phone booth
that i somehow stumbled into
and now look at me
i am just like everbody else
if i was dressed in my best defenses
would you agree to meet me for coffee
if i did my tricks with smoke and mirrors
would you still know which one was me
if i was naked and screaming
on your front lawn
would you turn on the light and come down
screaming, there's the asshole
who did this to me
stripped me of my power
stripped me down
i used to be a superhero
no one could hurt me
not even myself
you are like a phone booth
that i somehow stumbled into
and now look at me
i am just like everybody else
yeah you've been gone exactly two weeks
two weeks and three days
and now i'm a different person
different in so many ways
tell me what did you like about me
and don't say my strength and daring
'cuz now i think i'm at your mercy
and it's my first time for this kind of thing
i used to be a superhero
i would swoop down and save me
from myself
but you are like a phone booth
that i somehow stumbled into
and now look at me
i am just like everybody else"
Real thing No 3
Have I told you already? Well repetition is the best path to learning. This school year I will be acting photographer for the Studen Nation of Norrland in Uppsala. That means documening the nation, it's activities and people. Going freee of charge to a bunch of nice dinners, taking picture, talking to a bunch of strangers and making friends. I am happy and anticipative.
Real thing no 4 - trivial as hell
I discovered a new alcohol. simple as it may seem, I just chanced - on some unspecified memory of an expressed preference by someone - on buying a bottle of brown rum. Aged like a whisky or cognac or anything. and I tell you, it goes down smooth. I know I'm in a dangerous area for alcohol abuse, but as I kind of like it here I will linger a little longer. Until I, or someone else, reacts on the state of things. So far, I am keeping in better shape than some people around me, and thats good enough for me.
Real Memory
"C is for cookie - that's good enough for me"
the one goes out to the Collective - Barcelona
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