I wish that I could spend all my time making up song titles.
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Call me (your bitch)
Standard Issues
Not thinking about her can last up to 5 minutes. Thinking about her can last a lot longer. A wiser fella than myself once told me, "If you feel in control you're not going fast enough". Yet, speed has absolutely nothing to do with the way I am feeling. Never could I imagine walking so slowly into the jaws of the Wolf. And I am, by lengths, out of control, out of my depths.
when
I
fall
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A veces soy yo que tiene el poder
A veces soy yo que tiene que seguir, que adaptar, que soñar de lo que no tengo
A veces el viento porta tu cometa hasta el techo de los cielos
A veces, te lo roba, y te lo porta hasta los fuegos matadores del sol
Pero... una vida sin volar, sin elevarse?
No es posible
No es pensible
Sea horrible
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Far be it from me to complain about a lack of friends. I feel i have so many that (mutual?) neglect is almost necessary from time to time, and never really an issue of blame. But right now I am feeling that there is just an empty window for me to lean against, a chilly glass pane with little or no sympathy for my quandaries. So many friends, but at that exact moment when i turn my head, all are far away, beyond crying distance, or wrapped in their own personal ball of yarn. there is, for me, an a great advantage with having your friends close enough to be involved in your life, without questions or confessionals, just that day-to-day contact that makes understanding implicit, second nature, and topic is always second to tone.
In short: I wish you were here/I wish you weren't so busy, cuz I could use some breathing closer to me.
"Demandez-vous belle JeunesseBut, I am still going. Shoot me, will you, if yours is a desire to keep me from suffering. But if, if you love me, and want my souls freedom to travel rather than keep it under some Patriot Act restrictions, just walk by me and lay pillow out where I may land,
Le temps de l'ombre d'un souvenir
Le temps de souffle d'un soupire"
when
I
fall
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A veces soy yo que tiene el poder
A veces soy yo que tiene que seguir, que adaptar, que soñar de lo que no tengo
A veces el viento porta tu cometa hasta el techo de los cielos
A veces, te lo roba, y te lo porta hasta los fuegos matadores del sol
Pero... una vida sin volar, sin elevarse?
No es posible
No es pensible
Sea horrible
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There's a tough word on your crossworda lot of great music. just to mention what I am listening to these days; still violently into and impressed by In your Honor by Foo Fighters - a truly great rock album. The decemberists are amazingly queer (not gay(not happy and glad)) and with good songs, listening to album picaresque. Then there's always - seems like a 2005 thing - some Tom Waits coming back to haunt me. Right now mostly Closing Time, and Heart of Saturday Night. Lately there's also been the Streets (revisited), Bloc Party, Company Flow and probably some old bullsh*t.
There's a bed bug nipping a finger
There's a swallow, there's a calm
Here's a hand to lay on your open palm
today
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Far be it from me to complain about a lack of friends. I feel i have so many that (mutual?) neglect is almost necessary from time to time, and never really an issue of blame. But right now I am feeling that there is just an empty window for me to lean against, a chilly glass pane with little or no sympathy for my quandaries. So many friends, but at that exact moment when i turn my head, all are far away, beyond crying distance, or wrapped in their own personal ball of yarn. there is, for me, an a great advantage with having your friends close enough to be involved in your life, without questions or confessionals, just that day-to-day contact that makes understanding implicit, second nature, and topic is always second to tone.
In short: I wish you were here/I wish you weren't so busy, cuz I could use some breathing closer to me.
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my eye great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
To lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
Let's go. Down the waterfall.
so, the coolest thing happend to me the other day. I was biking home from the land of confusion and I passed the bus stop where we will move in a few weeks. glancing at the seat through the pane glass window I notice something lying on it, and I think it just looked too deliberate to be trash. so i stopped, turned around and checked it out. wrapped in a plastic bag was a book. i peered down at the book, glanced around to see if anyone was observing me (no, no one around, no one in windows), and decided that i should take it. it was a Terry Pratchett book, and I've always been curious of his work. on my remaining way home i formulated a plan of how i would post a note at the bus stop saying that if someone had lost a book they should contact me to get it back. feeling like an honest cleptomaniac i smiled around the corner and parked my rusty POS in front of the door.
but when i took a closer look at the book, inside the front cover there was a sticker. it was a BOOKCROSSING book! so cool, the game is that you buy a book, register it at www.bookcrossing.com, and then you release it into the wild, letting the book travel from hand to hand wherever it may want to go. and you can follow it on the net. so fabulous.
so now i am reading "equal rites" by terry pratchett, and then I will release it into the wild. maybe in paris, maybe in umeå. we'll see.
but when i took a closer look at the book, inside the front cover there was a sticker. it was a BOOKCROSSING book! so cool, the game is that you buy a book, register it at www.bookcrossing.com, and then you release it into the wild, letting the book travel from hand to hand wherever it may want to go. and you can follow it on the net. so fabulous.
so now i am reading "equal rites" by terry pratchett, and then I will release it into the wild. maybe in paris, maybe in umeå. we'll see.
Counselor Bob
"I got a helicopter pad on the roof, and snipers in the other building to make sure no one steals my helicopter."
A tick of the clock
And then she died from a stroke of genious...
Two people sitting across a room is one thing, one doesn't want to leave, one can't make the other stay
Two people sitting next to each other on a bed, is all it takes, to stop thinking, stop talking. If one wasn't so beautiful the other could step away. But doesn't. Time can stretch when you stretch out on a bed, a rise and fall of lips like the ocean. Waves don't stop, they just have peaks and valleys, calm valleys and peaks that crash over you and make you tumble, make you cold, make you wet.
One wants to stop before everything crashes.
One wants to build a home lifting stones from each others chests.
Two people sitting across a room is one thing, one doesn't want to leave, one can't make the other stay
Two people sitting next to each other on a bed, is all it takes, to stop thinking, stop talking. If one wasn't so beautiful the other could step away. But doesn't. Time can stretch when you stretch out on a bed, a rise and fall of lips like the ocean. Waves don't stop, they just have peaks and valleys, calm valleys and peaks that crash over you and make you tumble, make you cold, make you wet.
One wants to stop before everything crashes.
One wants to build a home lifting stones from each others chests.
30 silver coins
At the age of 25 I realised I was invincible
"It's always like this", he tells himself. "First the Fear and then a rush of Courage and the clean sweet feeling of Being Born."Abandon all hope, tonight I will come to you as the Betrayer. I will sit at your side, my shoulder will be your crutch when you are ill, when you are tired I shall carry you, and when you most need me I will kill you with a kiss. For allthough you are the Savior, I want cash for a new digital camera.
You can't hug your children with nuclear arms
I heart Banksy. I heart Stanley Donwood.
That show I went to that was amazing held the following artists. Eine, 3D, Mode2, Jamie Hewlett, Dolk Lundgren, Insect och D'Face och Sickboy. They can be found on the internet. I recommend you check out www.banksy.co.uk.
That show I went to that was amazing held the following artists. Eine, 3D, Mode2, Jamie Hewlett, Dolk Lundgren, Insect och D'Face och Sickboy. They can be found on the internet. I recommend you check out www.banksy.co.uk.
The who's who of Scotland
These are the guys that shared my Scottish Experience. Don't they look cute?
Im a fool, who's tool is small
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
bull-shit three-ring circus side-show of freaks
For I am Donnie Darko
If the sky were to suddenly open up there would be no law. There would be no rule. There would only be you and your memories… the choices you’ve made, and the people you’ve touched. If this world were to end there would only be you and him and no-one else.
Mmmmm.. i had a good night last night...
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Stopping by, as if by chance.
I can't get my fingers through her hair.
I can't take my eyes off her face.
I can't imagine this.
So it must be true.
"You're a good kisser and I'm a fast learner".
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What to do tonight? Maybe at home maybe at pub for beers. I feel like beer.
The gravity of light
Regarding the kill the badger post, it's just one of those lines that have gotten stuck with me. It's not that I feel that this story in any way motivates or even relates that much to vegetarianism, but that punchline
The badger just wanted to romp and play, and he gets shot with a .45 government issue. Contact that. Identify with that. Feel that. And ask yourself. Whose life is worth more? The badger, or this evil piece of white shit?is just incredible... I'll not comment any further, cause I can't really articulate my thoughts.
Blammo!
I keep considering and reconsidering whether to try producing "valuable" content while blogging or to just blablabla whatever I feel like. What do you think?
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So, I had a great weekend. Did some excellent second hand shopping, purchasing a) a Hat, which reminds me partly of the hat the Edge wore in the early U2 years and partly reminds me of the amish, b) a Rug ("he told me to take any rug in the house") which is dark blueish, oriental and so soft it will be great for lying on my back and listening to bowling championships, and c) a pair of snug-fitting, great looking, tan pants, with a slight 70s look.
I also had a very holidayesque lunch on satiday, with a pint of guinness at the local Irish pub. I also bought a poker-set, so now anyone who comes around is welcome to join me for a game of Texas Hold'em.
Agreat deal of the weekend hours were spent in the dark room, developing some films and making photos. Some good, none great. It's great fun making photos, but the process is just way to slow for me. Way to much time spent on each photo, to arrive at a final result that is everything but sure. With enough £$€ I'll be going digital. Hopefully that will happend sooner rather than later, a shot of adrenaline into my slack photographic spirit.
Then sunday, drinving north to see some antique/second hand shops and just get some miles into me. And of course the Salsa course in the afternoon with the dancing. The grace of refrigerators and the emotion of mechanical puppies.
I'll try to scan the photos sometime soon.
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Oh, and yes, I also had some impulse buying of CDs: the new Nick Cave album (not impressed so far), Anna Ternheim (because she effing deserves my money), two Tom Waits albums (one of which was some sort of bootleg radio recording), and my first ever Hank Williams (so far it seems good. Very country and reminds me of Johnny Cash).
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Keep coming back for more.
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Tonight I was invited to a theatre evening, but then it got cancelled bcause of illness. Sad. I wouldve loved some culture. So instead I'm here working on some exercises for a class tomorrow.
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The girl is always busy. :-(
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Now , I might just take my acid stomach home and relax!!
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So, I had a great weekend. Did some excellent second hand shopping, purchasing a) a Hat, which reminds me partly of the hat the Edge wore in the early U2 years and partly reminds me of the amish, b) a Rug ("he told me to take any rug in the house") which is dark blueish, oriental and so soft it will be great for lying on my back and listening to bowling championships, and c) a pair of snug-fitting, great looking, tan pants, with a slight 70s look.
I also had a very holidayesque lunch on satiday, with a pint of guinness at the local Irish pub. I also bought a poker-set, so now anyone who comes around is welcome to join me for a game of Texas Hold'em.
Agreat deal of the weekend hours were spent in the dark room, developing some films and making photos. Some good, none great. It's great fun making photos, but the process is just way to slow for me. Way to much time spent on each photo, to arrive at a final result that is everything but sure. With enough £$€ I'll be going digital. Hopefully that will happend sooner rather than later, a shot of adrenaline into my slack photographic spirit.
Then sunday, drinving north to see some antique/second hand shops and just get some miles into me. And of course the Salsa course in the afternoon with the dancing. The grace of refrigerators and the emotion of mechanical puppies.
I'll try to scan the photos sometime soon.
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Oh, and yes, I also had some impulse buying of CDs: the new Nick Cave album (not impressed so far), Anna Ternheim (because she effing deserves my money), two Tom Waits albums (one of which was some sort of bootleg radio recording), and my first ever Hank Williams (so far it seems good. Very country and reminds me of Johnny Cash).
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Keep coming back for more.
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Tonight I was invited to a theatre evening, but then it got cancelled bcause of illness. Sad. I wouldve loved some culture. So instead I'm here working on some exercises for a class tomorrow.
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The girl is always busy. :-(
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Now , I might just take my acid stomach home and relax!!
Another bedtime story for the wicked
Kill The Badger - By Willam S Burroughs
At Los Alamos Ranch School, where they later made the atom bomb and couldn’t wait to drop it on the Yellow Peril, the boys are sitting on logs and rocks, eating some sort of food. There is a stream at the end of a slope. The counsellor was a Southerner with a politician’s look about him. He told us stories by the campfire, culled from the racist garbage of the insidious Sax Rohmer - East is evil, West is good.
Suddenly a badger erupts among the boys - don’t know why he did it, just playful, friendly and inexperienced like the Aztec Indians who brought fruit down to the Spanish and got their hands cut off. So the counsellor rushes for his saddlebag and gets out his 1911 Colt .45 auto and starts blasting at the badger, missing it with every shot at six feet. Finally he puts his gun three inches from the badger’s side and shoots. This time the badger rolls down the slope unto the stream. I can see the stricken animal, the sad shrinking face, rolling down the slope, bleeding, dying.
-"You see an animal you kill it don’t you? It might have bitten one of the boys."
The badger just wanted to romp and play, and he gets shot with a .45 government issue. Contact that. Identify with that. Feel that. And ask yourself. Whose life is worth more? The badger, or this evil piece of white shit?
As Brian Gysin once said: Man is a bad animal
Catch me if you can
Friday night, I'll be excited to be going to a new party with new people. The onward to Pang! for some live indie pop with Vapnet and some other dudes.
Saturday, I'll probably go to Sala for a while, say hello to my friend and have a glass owine. Then saturday night, a collegue is having a going a way party since he's moving to germany. Lederhosen and emptying out his liqueur cabinet seems to be the main themes.
Well, now I'm off to yet another MEETING. Gosh things are getting mighty official. I'll try to sneak downa sandwich before I go there cus right now Im hungry as a moddafoccacia.
Saturday, I'll probably go to Sala for a while, say hello to my friend and have a glass owine. Then saturday night, a collegue is having a going a way party since he's moving to germany. Lederhosen and emptying out his liqueur cabinet seems to be the main themes.
Well, now I'm off to yet another MEETING. Gosh things are getting mighty official. I'll try to sneak downa sandwich before I go there cus right now Im hungry as a moddafoccacia.
One nation, under canada, above mexico
Opened my first bottle of scotch a few days ago. 10yr old Glengoyne. Smooth and nice, from my new whisky glass.
The least exciting one. A starter in a way. Will in all likelyhood open another one this weekend. PRobably the Ben Riach, peated malt. Much more complex and interesting whisky.
(in case you're wondering, no, I've got nothin interesting to share)
The least exciting one. A starter in a way. Will in all likelyhood open another one this weekend. PRobably the Ben Riach, peated malt. Much more complex and interesting whisky.
(in case you're wondering, no, I've got nothin interesting to share)
Your face or your knee caps
Modestly fabulous night last night. I'd been pissy for a few days, sick of stuff, you know, but anyway... So I didn't really feel up to anything, but I had a salsa class and a party with the photo club, both more or less obligations of a social nature. Sigh again. But I went, and as the salsa class progressed I started feeling better and better and by the time I was at the party I was actually looking forward to going out. So we went to the GH student club and partied. My club chairman paid my entry fee and a beer.
Nice night anyway, talking to friends and dancing like an epileptic to barry white and tom jones songs in finnish versions. Good dj.
Nice night anyway, talking to friends and dancing like an epileptic to barry white and tom jones songs in finnish versions. Good dj.
Store-bought boots
Hello kitty
I am such non-confrontational person. There is wvery little I dislike more than fighting, arguing. Had just a small one yesterday, and I'm still sour. Kinda sweet also though, so some will like the flavour.
New apartment from the 1st of november. wee.
I have a presentation tomorrow, which I am not looking forward to. It may suck ass. I may suck ass.
My hands are shaking. Maybe I lack blood sugar. Maybe I lack blood. Maybe I just need some honey.
So many plans and so many things planned right now, I just don't see how I am gonna get anything done.
I am such non-confrontational person. There is wvery little I dislike more than fighting, arguing. Had just a small one yesterday, and I'm still sour. Kinda sweet also though, so some will like the flavour.
New apartment from the 1st of november. wee.
I have a presentation tomorrow, which I am not looking forward to. It may suck ass. I may suck ass.
My hands are shaking. Maybe I lack blood sugar. Maybe I lack blood. Maybe I just need some honey.
So many plans and so many things planned right now, I just don't see how I am gonna get anything done.
The Rossotron
I have to smile at my embarrasing post from sat night. It reminds me very much of Ross Gellers message to himself on the answering machine after his "near death" experience with the backfiring car. Ring any bells?
Anyway, it is nicer to become a Teletubby love-muffin when you're on the sauce than to become aggressive and/or depressing. hehe.
Anyway, it is nicer to become a Teletubby love-muffin when you're on the sauce than to become aggressive and/or depressing. hehe.
You're the first one out of the car
You're the loudest one in the bar
The Bendovers
Hey guys. Guess what... Yes I'm drunk. At a friends house. Partying. If you can love one thing. Love yourself. Anything outside of that, love your next. Please, really love your close ones. Love them, because they deserve it.
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this theme wasn't a dream
I'm dead ass no lean
it started with this chick
that moved in 13
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this theme wasn't a dream
I'm dead ass no lean
it started with this chick
that moved in 13
Let me just check my filofax
this week my calender gives the quotation "What is enough for two, can be enough for three". I am agreeing and nodding solemnly. 2nite I don't know whats up, so I might go to the darkroom for some film development. Or I might not.
Tomorrow is the day of the great party. I have to write a report by monday. I have to save someone. Maybe it's hard or maybe I am really that big now, that voluminous, that I can absorb someone elses weakness and still transfer strenght back. I hope I am. I ow the universe some saving, as many times as I have been saved.
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Regardign the party, I AM looking forward to the coursing of alcohol through my veins. It's been a while, and yall know how I like it. Maybe I'll break open a whisky bottle. Maybe just gin and martini. Mabe somehtin exotic. Maybe something safe.
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most likely Iwill be moving to a new apartment, about 500m away. Bigger better and with BROAD bands so I'll be able to surf from home. This will in all likelyhood change my blogging status. Stay tuned for your own perceptions of it.
Also, my rent will go down, but I imagine this profit margin will be consumed by the fact that we will be living 50m from a pizzeria. Oh, how sad.
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Tomorrow is the day of the great party. I have to write a report by monday. I have to save someone. Maybe it's hard or maybe I am really that big now, that voluminous, that I can absorb someone elses weakness and still transfer strenght back. I hope I am. I ow the universe some saving, as many times as I have been saved.
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Regardign the party, I AM looking forward to the coursing of alcohol through my veins. It's been a while, and yall know how I like it. Maybe I'll break open a whisky bottle. Maybe just gin and martini. Mabe somehtin exotic. Maybe something safe.
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most likely Iwill be moving to a new apartment, about 500m away. Bigger better and with BROAD bands so I'll be able to surf from home. This will in all likelyhood change my blogging status. Stay tuned for your own perceptions of it.
Also, my rent will go down, but I imagine this profit margin will be consumed by the fact that we will be living 50m from a pizzeria. Oh, how sad.
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No one 16 it like Ani 16 it
.. that's for all you francophiles out there
Now I am just Mr.Embarrasing
Yeah I feel like a dirty old man
Got my eye on a girl
just moved out of moms house
with her pretty head stuck in the sand
The night came early, shutting the windows and blocking the door
I never post at this hour. But tonight, I got home way too early and way to sober. And the house is empty, and the phone is silent. And even though that will only last until tomorrow, I can't for the life of me conjure up any certain idea of exactly when that is. Nor am I 100% that it WILL come. It has always so far, but who's to say?
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You said you were careful
You never were with me
I heard you did it four times
They come in packs of three
Just for the record
People just ain't no good
I think that's well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain't no good
We were married under cherry trees
Under blossom we made pour vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds
The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We'd buy the Sunday newspapers
And never read a single word
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
Seasons came, Seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veils
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all
To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd stick by you if they could
But that's just bull, baby
People just ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all
All my friends are dead
Funny.
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Weekend. Again? man, this keeps happening to me. This WE at least i'm not knee deep in snot and mucus. Something to praise the lord of the rings for.
going out tonight. Horizon, a new house club at Upplands Nation is premiering, and I'm gonna be there, sober as a preacher on sunday morning. Tomorrow, If i still have the energy and the motivation and SOME C*NT WILL COME WITH ME, I'll go stockholm and art hunting. Well, not hunting as in buying, but art-observing at least.
Then sunday it's cookie time with Li. Finally I'm gonna get to know more personally this suspiciously friendly person from work. Nice. And after cookie time its Salsa! Woa! It might be the new TV, who knows. Maybe it's the new beer..
Gotta go and break into my own bike. that f*cker.
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Weekend. Again? man, this keeps happening to me. This WE at least i'm not knee deep in snot and mucus. Something to praise the lord of the rings for.
going out tonight. Horizon, a new house club at Upplands Nation is premiering, and I'm gonna be there, sober as a preacher on sunday morning. Tomorrow, If i still have the energy and the motivation and SOME C*NT WILL COME WITH ME, I'll go stockholm and art hunting. Well, not hunting as in buying, but art-observing at least.
Then sunday it's cookie time with Li. Finally I'm gonna get to know more personally this suspiciously friendly person from work. Nice. And after cookie time its Salsa! Woa! It might be the new TV, who knows. Maybe it's the new beer..
Gotta go and break into my own bike. that f*cker.
Are you hopin for a miracle?
A few new book reports are in. I am considering scrambling that whole project on account of it being bad for my reading experience rather than good. another option would be to incorporate the reports into this here blog.
Arab Strap-on
You know I’m always moaning but you jump-start my serotonin.
I might be on TV but it's not until November -December. So you'll have forgot and things ll be allright I guess. I doubt I have a very fotogenique face in the blue flourescent light with blue coveralls and a stupid smirk on my face due to the many re-shots from different angles. This isn't about science, it's a puppet show.
What? You see, the swedish public TV company's educational branch (UR) is doing a series this winter on The Mysteries of Matter. And for some reason (maybe the King Carl XIV Gustaf tipped em off) they came to see our lab and do some filming. But there was very little planning, and (to me, a leyperson in the television and entertainment field) seemed rather chaotic and there was no real focus on what was going on, just "move a little closer together", "now, can you do that again, it didn't really look like you knew what you were doing", "ok, now do exactly the same thing, and I'll film it up close/from this stepping chair/from behind this glass door...".
Touch this, feel that, 75$ - Costanza
I always confuse puppet and puppy.
That puppet was not a happy camper - LettermanOther than that, Im back in school. That is, I started taking a class : The physics of semiconductor materials. Loovely. And instead of studying that, or preparing for my informative seminar next week, I am writing this stool sample of a post. Nothing like a poop joke to lighten things up.
Electroclash is Karaoke too
I just have a few quick things to say this morning.
1st of all; music. My favourite songs right now.
- Rufus Wainright - The Art teacher and Vibrate
- Joanna Newsom - Inflammatory Writ and Peach, Plum, Pear
- Bloc Party - Like eating glass
2nd of all. The best thing when you feel in a slope is to redecorate. Reiterate yourself from your possesions to see who else you can be. I feel like a new man. a new man who's neighbours might dislike hime because he's draggin furniture across the room at eleven o'clock at night. The important thing is I managed to make a more spacious arrangement of my stuff (apart from my books, who seem to have grown while on the floor: I simply couldn't get them all back into the shelves of my relocated bookcase) and my malt whisky collection is now on display instead of being hidden away in a kitchen pantry. In honour and respect of their value, and in abhorrent recoil from some weekend affairs, I am also considering a "white " month, i.e. not to drink any alcohol for the coming month. I make no promises yet, but I am considering it.
1st of all; music. My favourite songs right now.
- Rufus Wainright - The Art teacher and Vibrate
- Joanna Newsom - Inflammatory Writ and Peach, Plum, Pear
- Bloc Party - Like eating glass
2nd of all. The best thing when you feel in a slope is to redecorate. Reiterate yourself from your possesions to see who else you can be. I feel like a new man. a new man who's neighbours might dislike hime because he's draggin furniture across the room at eleven o'clock at night. The important thing is I managed to make a more spacious arrangement of my stuff (apart from my books, who seem to have grown while on the floor: I simply couldn't get them all back into the shelves of my relocated bookcase) and my malt whisky collection is now on display instead of being hidden away in a kitchen pantry. In honour and respect of their value, and in abhorrent recoil from some weekend affairs, I am also considering a "white " month, i.e. not to drink any alcohol for the coming month. I make no promises yet, but I am considering it.
Hit me back, just to chat, your biggest fan, this is Stan
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