Elmo McElroy

-Yeah, well, shit happens..
-Wrong. Shit doesn't just happen. Shit takes time. Shit takes effort.

Gob Bluth

-I heard the jury's still out
on 'science'

George Michael Bluth

Fun and failure both start out the same way

Radiohead

I'd drown my beliefs
to have you be in peace

Radiohead

Wake
From your sleep
We're drying all your tears
Today
We escape
We escape

Radiohead

When I'm like this
How can you be smiling?
How can you be sure?

Thermodynamics

I brush my teeth and spit out pinkish foam which suggests that once again I was too hard on myself. Today, - or, well, tonight - I am angry about so many little things. The social blisters have burst and every single thing that rubs me the wrong way has become impossible to ignore. I am seething. I am tired of being nice. It's just so annoying when you just end up being taken advantage of. Guess I should say No, fuck off, a little more often. But I don't. No, instead I try to be helpful under the presupposition that it will cause a balance of mutual generosity. Of course this doesn't happen since I rarely ask for anything myself.
My spiritual body feels like it is carrying too much weight. I want time and space enough around me to enjoy what I create, instead of seeing it be appreciated by others. Yes, I'm bitter. I am not altruistic and selfless. I do nice things so that nice things will be done unto me. Dammit, it's payday! I will no longer turn the other cheek. I will squirrel away all that is good about me, and only share it when I damn well please.
I am bleeding energy.
I am leaking joy.

I miss myself.

Counting Crows

The smell of hospitals in winter
and the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters
but no pearls

And all at once you look across a crowded room
to see the way that light attaches
to a girl

Tom Waits

Love needs a transfusion
Let's shoot it full of wine
Fishing for a good time
Starts with throwing in the line

Bob Loblah's Law Blog

Great party. More than a 1000 words.

Bathroom Bulletin R.I.P

The following statements are taken from my, now terminated, Bathroom Bulletin. One of many blog initiatives that didn't quite make it.. Basically the idea was to publish all that was written on the walls of our bathroom (we placed some whiteboard markers there to encourage grafitti). A few years ago actually.

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This is called irony; when you most need to get up you've got no energy

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I love Shane

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Baby don’t look up, the sky is falling

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But why?

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Ridå
Ridå
Ta bort mig
Ta bort mig

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I felt guilty once but she woke up halfway through

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I wanna sleep with common people

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Fat people are hard to kidnap

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The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist

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I’m a model, not a MONKEY!

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If you’re not cute you might as wel be clever

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Yeah, what about it Pretzel Man.. what’s your story?

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Maybe u could tell me a white lie

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I don’t care what you say about me, just spell my name right

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I love Åsa (with a heart drawn around the name Åsa)

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I know what a restraining order is; you act like I’ve never dated

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-It shrinks?
-Like a frightened turtle!

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We walk to different melodies
we dream side by side

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He’s like a fine wine

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If a man could get a woman to have sex with him in a cardboard box he wouldn’t buy a house.

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The one who looks for diamonds but finds gold will eventually end up disappointed

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This is the scene where I make love to the monkey

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She laughed and said ”Could you make mine a double?”
I smiled and thought ”This girl can offer me nothing but trouble”

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News says it’s raining in New York

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I know I’m no Jon Bon Jovi

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Hope in one hand and poop in the other and see which one fills up first

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Random laid plans
Forty days of one-night stands

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MUSHABOM MUSHABOM

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Earth is a space station and we are all here to go into space

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I slipped on a little white lie

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It’s the crazy ones that have the good pills

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These pretzels are making me thirsty!

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It’s like I’m living in the museum of natural ugliness

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This whole situation has just turned his life upside-down face

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He’s a teenage boy, we could take away his penis and he would still try to have sex

Pear Jam

Saw things so much clearer
Want you in my rearviewmirror

Why Nick Cave is the Man

The geraniums on your window sill
The carnations, dear, and the daffodil
Well, they're ordinary flowers
But they long for the light of your touch
And of your trembling will

Turin Brakes

If things get real promise to take me somewhere else
By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling
and feeling oblivion
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I remember the day she said to me
Take this magic marker and draw yourself a door

You may point and laugh

So I experimented with some self portraits.. Hoping to learn more about lighting, what seems like a complex and annoying task...

Monochrome

Finally, a grey day. Feels right. A soothing blanket of clouds on this feverish town.

George Sr. (arrested development)

I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich

Regina Spektor

If you don't say your name out loud to any one
they can never ever call you back

Lars Ekengren

New pics up. Check em out.
It's from that night I mentioned on friday.

Nick Cave

The burdens that you carry now
are not of your creation
so let's not weep for their evil deeds
but their lack of imagination

Leo Cohen

It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
Who is reaching for the sky
Just to surrender

Leonard Cohen

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

Sneak preview

More pictures should be up sometime this weekend...

Little Mr Sunshine

Jazz is the best
the very best thing to listen to when you want to get inexplicably and childishly happy. Listening now to Billie Holiday and it's all I can do not to smile uncontrollably.


Yesterday, or rather last night, I went to see a friend perform at a club. I was surprised, as one often is, to hear his voice singing. Someone who appears to be just like any other engineer, like any other mortal walking around, can suddenly be up on a stool with a guitar and sound like a Singer. And move you.
He was followed by a great hillbilly act which I could only follow for a few songs as I had to catch the train back to Uppsala.
Pictures from this night will be up sometime soon.

On the train there and back I started reading a new book (I am currently reading around 3-4 books, which is a problem since I keep a pace of about 20 pages a week...) and was struck by an urge to write. So I take this as a sure sign that the book is good. Well-written and promising so far.

Nuff said. this weekend I'm looking forward (no joke) to a Eurovision Song Contest Party. Somehow, a lightness has transpired through these past weeks. Is it the sun? The (relative) warmth of May? Am I - dare I say it - Happy?

George Bluth Sr.

I'm having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich

Joni Mitchell

You're in my blood like holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
And I could drink a case of you, darling
And I'd still be on my feet

3rd photo to be "published"

.. well, at least used in some exhibition about renewable energy. It depicts a thin-film solar module which we do research and development on.

Joey

"-When you meet God at the Pearly Gates, what would you want him to say to you?"
-Welcome to Heaven. Here is your chocolate motorcycle."

M Ward

I hear wolves on the doorstep
They're circling outside
I count them jumping over fences
and landing on the sheep

M Ward

Why burn your bridges when you can blow your bridges up