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.
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
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
Palindromaniac
I know I said I was looking for a woman, but I'd settle for a shag.
Got lots of new music to listen to now that I've been with BoBBy. I can recommend Joanna Newsom, Bloc Party, James Orr Complex, 4 Hero and Rufus Wainright. Oh! Now I'm listening to Bloc Party again, Like Eating Glass. Wooohoo!
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I know that I think I like you, but I don't think that I know you.
Ya dancer!
I am not allowed to say what's happened yet, but I know pretty much what I'm gonna do for a few years ahead.
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The song for the day, the song I listened to while biking as fast as the wind, is Like Eating Glass by Bloc Party.
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Tonight: Who knows, probably Tullamore Dew, maybe Gin. Tomorrow: Beer.
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The song for the day, the song I listened to while biking as fast as the wind, is Like Eating Glass by Bloc Party.
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Tonight: Who knows, probably Tullamore Dew, maybe Gin. Tomorrow: Beer.
When you most need it, there's no time for it
Ach! I'm baack from Alba, or as you may know it; Scotia, Scotland, Skottland, Escocia, Ecosse Etc. Xcept for that poppycockup in the end, with us missing the plane, or rather the check-in time, by 13 minutes, it was a great success. Packed and complete with male bonding, new music, massive amounts of historical and political education, food (oh.. my achilles heal), whisky, dancing, girls kissing, live music, drinking, future pipe dreams and memories past. And for the name-dropping I know you're all waiting for: William Wallace, Arab Strap, James Orr Complex, Robert Bruce, Robert Burns, Robert Currie, Mary Queen of Scots, Ian Fleming, Dr. Livingstone I presume, Hadrian, James Watt, Lord Kelvin, Mitch Buchanon, Waxy O'Connor, Bloc Party, 4Hero, Jet - the ruler of a kingdom just beyond the Cat Stargate.
That's all for now.
That's all for now.
News says it's rainin in Uppsala
I feel like someone handed me a stemin bag of shit
and then charged me 40£ for it.
Don't like Ryan air. I will henceforth use this moment as proof that always being ridiculously early and playing with margins the size of the english channel [is a good thing (author's note, three days after the post..)]. We missed the checkin time and guess what? Bend over.
and then charged me 40£ for it.
Don't like Ryan air. I will henceforth use this moment as proof that always being ridiculously early and playing with margins the size of the english channel [is a good thing (author's note, three days after the post..)]. We missed the checkin time and guess what? Bend over.
Fix me a highball, I'm going to get good and tight
I decided to go to Scotland. Leaving tonight. Back sometime next week, if I live to tell.
Replacement killer
You are a Samurai.
You are full of honour and value respect. You
are not really the stereotypical hero, but you
do fight for good. Just in your own way. For
you, it is most certainly okay to kill an evil
person, if it is for justice and peace. You
also don't belive in mourning all the time and
think that once you've hit a bad stage in life
you just have to get up again. It's pointless
to concentrate on emotional pain and better to
just get on with everything. You also are a
down to earth type of person and think before
you act. Impulsive people may annoy you
somewhat.
Main weapon: Sword
Quote: "Always do the right thing.
This will gratify some people and astonish the
rest" -Mark Twain
Facial expression: Small smile
What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
brought to you by Quizilla
Perhaps the Luger?
We have a new type of rule now not one man rule or rule of aristocracy or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision. They're representatives of abstract forces who've reached power through surrender of self. The iron will dictator is a thing of the past. There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident, inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, bringing in experts to tell them which buttons to push.
by William S Burroughs who inspired me to become a writer (which by the way I haven't)...
Like a cannonball
The town is filling up with sunshine and small assed women
and the only thing I can think of are dark things
like coffee and the cold blue surrounding a drowning man.
and the only thing I can think of are dark things
like coffee and the cold blue surrounding a drowning man.
Aj
i'm trying to make new memories
in cities where we fell in love
my head just barely above
the darkest water i've ever known
Cynism, dessillusion?
Jag känner allt mer att jag aldrig igen kommer att bli kär i någon. Och med detta följer den alldeles mer skrämmande insikten att jag aldrig mer kommer att vara riktigt broken hearted. Oj det blev på svenska. Nån slags ärlighet antar jag.
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