Killer Songs

Third verse same as the first

Oh and Hooray for Bloggers new picture posting option

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.

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.

Tales of a Librarian

To do list
_Tonight: Organize my life
_Tomorrow: Start living it
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Friday I am going up to Örnsköldsvik to celebrate my granny's 80th. That's not bad. Maybe I'll also get to see some sweethearts I have up there. But it's not the end of the world if I don't since I am going back the following weekend to do some kayaking and to launch my big Norway Road Trip. Weeehooo! I long for that.

Oh, and Fred... Now you can comment too... sorry, hadn't seen that option in the settings...

For dinner tonight: PICKLES!

I can't seem to spend too much time blogging these days. And maybe that's because a lot of other stuff, that actually might be worth writing about, have come in the way of my writing about them. Not to worry, eventually I will be bored and have a lot of free time on my hands to write about my boredom.

Some of these things I mentioned are the Hultsfred Festival and a trip to Barcelona. And so even though I will not sitt here and write about them in detail I have finally uploaded some pictures for your enjoyment.

go fast drive safe

Gloria. Hosanna.

I'll say it loud here by your grave
those Angels can't ever take my place

New news are good news

I bought 2 new CDs>
@tales of a librarian by Tori Amos and
@Walking wounded by Everything but the Girl

2 great cds Im sure but will not enrich my life since I already know them well... Like I love you bye

I wish i was a kellooggs cornflake

Just had the strangest night. Went out wiht my friend Johan who is also here in Barcelona, and basically we just went rambling for the most part of the night. However we ended up a IPOSA for dinner (where we had previously had lunch) and had some excellent food along with good wine. Then there was the highligt of the night wich was the nigerian/english/american human man who was present at the bar. Since he expressed a worry about us spreading his copyrighted material, i will not quotwe anything directly but must say that it was the greatest spoken word, live, improvised poet I ever heard. A truely interesting man who made me wish that more people were in contact with the true being of human. I hope that more people will have the chance to benefit from his wisdom.
His name was Michael.

Soggy bottom boys

Todays line through the head:

Now at last I know
What a fool I've been
For have lost the last love
I should ever win

Forgetfulness is a sin

The stories are many. One keeps repeating itself. I, Invariably, fall for the girl who will break my heart the hardest and ignore girls who will make me happy. This morning.
-I´m Caitlin.
-I´m Oskar.
-Caitlin and Oskar. Ok.
...was the most charming thing that has happened to me in a mans memory. And charm is a killer. A savage ruthless killer.

I´ve been having these ani lines in my head so hard:

"I don´t know how I feel
And I wonder if you feel like me
Do you ever get wrapped up in the folds of my memory?

Oh yeah
Hell yeah"

Oh damn,. . I guess I never really told you .. I have a crush on you...
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My words filled my mouth so I couldn´t speak

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ARguments about politics. Beer. A big fat tie..

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godd night `people

These pretzels are making me thirsty

Sitting in Barcelona. The stones are hot under my feet. Great day at conference. Inspiring and exciting. Fuck. People talking and stressing out all around me. Fuck this.

Stop screwing around

I am screwing around with the layout but too tired to do it properly so I leave it in a state, in amesss.. I don't like it this way, but it aint changing today.. sounds like a song.
Bye

Jukebox full of medicine

Waiting for processes to finish may be the most boring thing in the woorld.

Tomorrow I am going to Barcelona, for a stroll down memory lane with some ex-classmates. And during the week there is the 20th European Photovoltaics Conference which I will attend.
I can't wait to get there. Barcelona is still the place I've lived that has made me feel most at home, that has made me happiest. I guess it wasn't necessarily just the city, but it was undoubtedly a huge part of it. I am gonna cruise calle Ferran, havfe lunch and beers at Iposa, walk dazed through la Boqueria, go CD-drooling at the FNAC, check out plaza Real, trip to Gracia, the beach, Montjuic... and maybe this time around go to some museums n stuff.

Can't believe it's tomorrow though. Not ready.

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Cups: 2 coffee, 1 tea
Listering to: Ani Difranco - To the Teeth
Mood: Excited
Food: WE're having cake at 15

This, and every day, from now

If, by happenstance, you should speak the language of the Norwegians

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Cups: 3 coffee, 1 tea
Listening to: Radiohead-OK Computer
Mood: hyper, shaking

A steel rib cage, polished and stainless

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

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

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).

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

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

Imperfect

Her voice still makes my skin go tic tic tic

Equidistant

Rush down the stairs
Open the door
Run into the pouring rain
to find
nothing

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

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