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

Turin Brakes

I got to get stoned or I can't go
to sleep

Tears for Fears

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
That the dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had

The Oven is open





Ani Difranco

Strangers are exciting
their mystery never ends
but there's nothing like looking at your own history
in the faces of your friends

Tom Waits

And it's more than a bad dream
now that I'm sober

I stole this to make you happy













do you choose the plastic?
or the real?
man i choose the plastic.
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You see, I try not to speak of that. I find it tends to poison the genial atmosphere at the dinner table. It is very, very dull. And largely irrelevant, both to myself and to the people I know. And anyway, I can hardly keep my food down after some of the things people come out with.
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I work for a very large company. I worry that I may lose my job. I worry about the consequences of my actions. Sometimes I am terrified of getting out of bed in the morning. I often dream of headless horsemen. I am not good to be around when the moon is full. I haven't had any good action in months.

give me more

so local even the seagulls are bored

however I am longing for the summer. For vacation, for the North, for fresh air, sun, seagulls, wooden houses, grass, the Sea, salt, seaweed, kayaking, boating, staying up all night, swimming, taking saunas, driving around. Ice cream, and milk shakes. Coffee in the sun. Picnic lunches, walking through woods. Getting wet and rained on. Seeing new rivers and mountains. Going out without a jacket, being barefoot, hot sand, hot rocks, icy cold water. Beaches, volleyboll, tans and sunglasses. Reading books, listening to the summer radio show, listening to Spanarna. Ice tea, cold beer, moms homemade lemonade.

the OVEN

This weekend we got a bar. The Kollektiv is shaping up. Donated by Alyss' friend, since it had been left by some previous tenant in the basement storage unit. It was heavy as a cow, but once it was in place there was this loud click. Not of something breaking, but of something really fitting in place. We reorganized some of the other stuff and soon our disordered living room had transformed into the Oven, a bar, a lounge, and a TV/gaming area. With the soon expected EXODUS of A's left furniture which take up a fair bit of floor space, we will add a dining area as well. The three seating areas will by surrounding the bar, which will make up the new hub, the new heart, of our little lives. I'll try and post some pictures of it soon.
And naturally, as soon as this is organized, a proper inauguration will take place at the Oven. We've even talked of getting a proper bar service going on a small scale. That is, investing a little money in getting wine and beer for the bar, and then selling it to ourselves and our friends when the need comes on.

Sonic blast

I felt the reeling coming. As I often do. So I stumbled home, mumbled goodbye to no one in particular. And then I couldn't remember struggling to take off the necklace. Or brushing my teeth. Or being rude, loud and filmed. At some point this has got to stop.

Rambling

Why is it when you stop keeping your rain clothes in your bag that the weather turns?
Why is it that the sun shines at two, but when you want to go home at five, it's pouring down rain?

Well, it's just plain good luck then, that I wont go home just now...

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I just started playing Devil May Cry on our pink playstation 2. It's seems like an alright action game. So far I exspecially enjoy jumping up in the air and fire a sawed-off shotgun in a suspended-motion-matrix-kind-of-way. Man, the world is dangerously loosing it's foothold (considering recent events), and I'm just here, a part of all the downfall. Because, although I don't really believe that videogames and movies cause violence, they do twist your mind a bit. And volatile souls will end up causing blowouts. The problem of course is What causes all these kids to feel so lousy? Alienated, filled with anxiety and hate. That's the part that is new. Not the violent games (when I was a kid I would run around in the woods with two sticks and a piece of string, fighting the most elaborate battles. 3D acceleration didn't change my life.). The guns are another issue. Fuckin americans (the system, not the people). Can you spell indoctrination? Can you spell delusion? Yous guys aint free one bit. You're cancerous. You're a rabid dog. The whole nation is like a mean little kid with daddys guns, holding the world at bay.

Well, that got away from me.
I guess videogames make you mad.

(and outside, the rain is so hard that the car alarms are going off.. note to self, if you need to steal a car: do it in heavy rainfall)

Peek-a-boo

I had great success on holiday. Please to see pictures here.
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In my professional capacity I am finally writing on another article. So far I don't have a publication in mind, so we'll just have to see what the outcome is and then what possible media are available.
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hmm.
yesterday I took the missus for a drive around the Uppland landscape. Man, it is booring around theses parts. I mean no offence, but I really do prefer the north. Or the coast. Or the mountains. Well, we had some bad luck driving around looking for a nice spot to park the car en subsequently our asses for a picnic lunch. Until we finally reached a 14th century church which was nicely situated. We sat on the lawn next to the public lavatory and picnic:d and listened to the pine cones pop and the pheasants craw. No not the peasants, the pheasants. Then we went on to a second hand shop, a huge farm converted into store/warehouse for clothes, furniture, anything really, as it should be. As usual I couldn't keep from buying some stuff, and I think I found some nice shit. A fabulous, salmon coloured shirt; some books; and a beautiful coffee table. (wait.. i gotta take a picture of the f*cker..)
There.. pretty cool huh? It's like one of those old time world maps. With text written in like latin n sh*t. Problem is, right now I've got nowhere to put it so it'll just have to reside under my bed until I get a place of my own.
On our way home we passed by an old mill and stuck our feet in the freezing water...It was coold.
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Introducing model tag team with photos from epic journey

Master Chief stressing the importance of physical fitness when working as a fire fighter
Shane taking in the sun in Röjnoret
Master Chief and Shane doing their "Cliffhanger" impression
MC scouting for wild animals
Chocolate Easter Bunny faces the grim prospect of being eaten.
A proud Master Chief beholds the beauty of the Swedish countryside during our journey south
Master Chief getting jiggy wid it
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More photos to follow. Now its time for sleep or something like it.

Hats

Photo by FotoPetter. Hat, tie and photoshop by me.

Boom-shak-a-lak

You think you'll be strong and indifferent. That it wont really affect you. And then you stand there and it is all so o very real. And hard as f*ckin flint and smooth as f*ckin silk. And it really takes more than conviction, more than safe, sane, stability to keep walking. Anyway.

The weekend has landed

Friday.
The remarkable spring weather continues here in Uppsala. Everyone seems, and probably is, happier and more light-hearted. I wore shorts outside yesterday for the first time this year. And it wasn't that bad. As I was cycling home I found myself challengning the people I passed with a defiant look. Many heads were shook.
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My talk yesterday went quite well. Their was some sort of reporter there, and he kept trying to make smart-ass questions (to most of the speakers). He asked me why his golf course couldn't use solar power to pump up some sort of irrigation waters, because of the large surface areas it would need. How the H*ll am I supposed to know? What kind of pump did he use? What sort of power did he need? No specifications, he just wanted solar to look bad. Of course, any sort of smart answer didn't come to me at the time, and I just stood there, stumped, and said I couldn't really make any comments on that particular case. Fortunately, there was a woman involved in solar present and she pointed out that using solar for water pumps was actually a very common application in developing countries. Thanks for having my back.
In general, the whole seminar was interesting, I got to learn some stuff about other renewable energy suorces and the possibilities that lie ahead. And there was no outward conflict between the different technologies, something that comes up surprisingly often at other times. There seemed to be room for all renewable alternatives.
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Then yesterday evening we were invited with our foto club to a chocolate tasting event at the local photoshop. Very nice..
Opps, gotta work.
Bye

Lost in translation

Sorry this only works in swedish:

Lyssnar precis på Ekot i P1 och i en intervju ställer reportern frågan:
-Vad tror du att det här betyder för svinen på Alliansen?
Tyvärr så hörde jag fel, och han sa egentligen
-Vad tror du att det här betyder för synen på Alliansen?

Low blood, sugar

I am feeling faint. My heartbeats seem to big for my body. Light and large, like batting wings of a big butterfly. If I stand still I can feel how each beat is swaying my body back and forth. Like a flag pole without a flag. As I gaze out to the parking lot, the sky above is steel gray. Somewhere there must be a sun shining. I can see a tiny star, reflected cautiously in the red varnish of a delivery van.

Debauchery

Your blouse your skirt
I'll undo them so gentle
With beautiful care

I'm a lonely man
With five bottles of wine
I'd like you to share

Praise

If you haven't, listen to Jeff Buckleys version of Leonard Cohens Halelujah. Most people who covered the song did so on Jeff Buckleys altered version and not the Cohen original. And fair enough, the lyrics are more complex and the performance is amazing. My second favourite is the version by Elisa, and the original comes in a bronze medal.
Just a tip.

Up

Some news:
-In about a week I'll hold a talk in Sthlm for something called Energipuls, arranged by Energiledargruppen. I'll talk about solar cells, how the world market and the technology has evolved in the roughly 50 years since the first cell was made at Bell labs in the 50s, why it isn't cheap, and why it will only get cheaper.
-Then, at the end of march I'll go to Ghent in Belgium for a workshop on thin film solar cell modelling (with computers that is). It looks like a pretty city and I think it will be a good, worthwhile thing to do. + it's been too long since I was travelling and I sure am looking forward to the brief pause and opening of the eyes that it usually means.
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The Knife:
"For a reasonable salary
I will wash the world"