Some great (B)

Songtitles again

-Beginning of the water line
-Boring machines disturb sleep
-Brand new you're retro
-Bulletproof... wish I was
-A bunch of lonesome heroes
-Bulletproof cupid

Some great (A)

..songtitles this time:

- All nights are good when they end
- All our instruments are borrowed
- Another lover of a demo pop group
- All the landslides birds have seen
- And they all look broken hearted

Smack dat

phdcomics.com

E

I really don't like myself when I'm watching tv
and I really like myself when I read books
yet here I am
watching TV like it could save my life

go figure

.
Entourage is great though. And I have cookies and broadband and coke and www.tv-links.co.uk

so I'll just sit back and vegetate and maybe tomorrow or some other day I'll keep reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close


c yous guys

Carrying the world on my shoulders

After a minor exile from the electronic world I am now back in front of a screen. Me, E and K went for a three day trekk along the High Coast trail to learn lessons about how much weight not to pack, how good food always tastes better on a secluded rock waterfront, and that finnish people laugh at you when you take a sauna for only twenty minutes..

We started at Gallsäter busstop and then headed east for the coast and to join the trail. Brazenly and stubbornly we headed all the way to Fjärdbotten the first day, which included a lot of whining towards the end. Especially since we carried so much of out non-freeze dried, non-trekking adapted food (cucumbers, beer, heads of lettuce etc,.) during that day. Originally these kind of houses were summer houses for farmers bringing their stock to graze but now it was restored to house trekkers like us. The nearby water well had a sulfurous tinge which made it smell and taste something like a cross between a matchstick and a fart. Being that we were all mildly dehydrated after a days walking, we had no choice but to gulp it down. Then there was just enough time to jump in the sea and swim out to where the last rays of sun danced across the surface.

Dinner was barbecued Halloumi cheese, sallad, and freshly pan-baked indian-inspired bread.

Day two began by sleeping til 10 (a total of 11 hours sleep..) after which we had a porridge breakfast and re-packed our bags. We stumbled along and I was painfully reminded ot the preceding day and my hips and shoulders were getting seriously chafed. Today was my food-day, so I took solace in the thought that my pack would only get lighter and lighter as we progressed. We reached a rocky point with a view of the horizon around three. The weather was grey. By a cliff wall we took a seat for lunch. Wraps with hoummus, sundried tomatoes, lettuce, peppers, and sour cream mixed with feta cheese. Lovely.

About half an hour later as we had started to head inland once again, the rain started. First as light summer rain, then as a heavy downpour. I wore my rain jacket for a while, but the walking made me so sweaty inside the coat I decided there was no point. Due to the bad weather we skipped climbing the Valkallen mountain and headed straight for Lövvik and shelter. And what an oasis it was. A clean, well-equipped kitchen, a three-bed berth for 150SEK and an adjoining sauna. Situated right by the sea shore. We dried up, took a sauna with a bath and then (after being smiled at by finnish people) went inside to prepare a lentil soup with dried mushrooms and chili.

The evening passed with a few more showers (rain..), some card games, a visit by a family of swans and a small stroll around Lövvik.

The last day came, and the backpacks were now lighter than air. Since we had a bus to catch we skipped another mountaing and headed toward the High Coast bridge and Hotel. At first there were a few showers, but toward midday the sun came out and we finally had a great lunch at the hotel on a sunny balcony with a view of the majestic bridge.

As a last part of our adventurous journey, we got to ride a racing bus in order to catch our connection in KRamfors. The original bus we were supposed to go on never showed, and so the next one had a very service minded driver who didn't charge us a penny, but instead raced ahead of his schedule in order to cut the connecting bus off in Kramfors. Success! We slowly rode home to Örnsköldsvik, trying to outsmart each others botanical knowledge.

Next up: Umeå quickstep, Birthday Party, Beach Volleyball, Nordingrå and finally Häggvik Dixie Jazz Festival.

Peace Y'all

Meditation on moving to new flat

Shooting pays off

In the words of Dr Nick;

Hi Everybody!

and also Dr Hubert Farnsworth;

Good News Everyone!

In due course of some random encounters and some luck, I will now have one of my photos printed on a CD back-cover! Pretty sweet. It's a debut CD by a Swedish Bluegrass band called The Hillfillies, and I had never heard them or heard of them until a guy from the Rockridge Brothers whom I shot during my visit to sthlm for a gig by my friend Lars Ekengren contacted me. He did the layout for their cover, and liked one of my photos so asked if they could use it. Naturally I replied in the affirmative.
The CD will be out soon, it's called Just Passing Through and can be bought from their website.

Hillfillies Website: www.hillfillies.se

Pictures from Lars Ekengren and Rockridge Brothers gig: here

and the original picture used:from the gallery found here

Thom Yorke

Did I fall
or was I pushed?

"There's nothing more boring than a rock'n'roll star. Someone who has been on the road for 10 years, expecting attention wherever he goes, drinking himself stupid, who is obnoxious, incoherent, uncreative, and has a massive ego. There's nothing more pointless."

Boston

I just watched The Departed which was a total bring down. But also a fantastic film. It sucked me into a darkness. A little on the long side though. But dang! So good. And so depressing at the same time.

Borlänge Peace and Love

Seems like a good festival on the 28-30th of june.
Is no one I know going? I'd love some company. Actually, without company I'll only go for a one-day stop. Let me know if you're interested!

Weekend

Weekend

I guess I should have things to write about regarding the weekend, but I'm not sure that I do.

Saturday was eventful. First I went to the 50th anniversary of the Norrlands Nations Lördagsfika, to perform my duties as Nation appointed photographer. And of course to munch on all sorts of delicious treats. It was a nice affair, particularly since it was outdoors and the weather was impeccable; sunny, blue skies and warm. I hung out there for a while, shooting and talking to my girl and some of my norrlands acquaintances. Pictures will be up soon.
Then I had just about enough time to go home and relax a while before going to participate in my Girls graduation ceremony in the prestigious Old University building. Although it was a parade of nurses in summer dresses, the whole ceremony was a bit of a drag. I sat in a back row, trying to get one or two stable shots of my girl but failing miserably. Anyway, she got her diploma, speeches were made and then we went on to the real party at the Girl's house. Good food, wine, presents (well, not for me, for Her) and nice people. So we spent a few hours there just blabbing and eating. And then suddenly it was late and we were both very tired.
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Then sunday we took a small daytrip to Öregrund to see some friends. It was like entering another world, coming out to a cabin by the ocean. Even though we were only there a few hours we did have time for variuos (in-)activities such as sunbathing, swimming (1st for the year!), playing boule..
Then sunday evening I watched Transamerica with a friend. It was a great movie and I revealed my generally critical viewpoint by giving the greatest of compliments: "It didn't dissapoint me in any way". Usually, I tend to say things like "It was great, but...". No, transamerica may have shown a few butts but there were no buts. Simply a well-acted, well-written, well-filmed cute and funny story of the unusual kind.
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Damien Rice

Does he drive you wild
Or just mildly free

Cardigans

I know nothing tastes sweeter
than champagne from last new year's

Brel

Jojo se prenait pour Voltaire
Et Pierre pour Casanova
Et moi, moi qui étais le plus fier
Moi, moi je me prenais pour moi

Brel

On se croit mèche, on n'est que suif

Brel

Même qu'on se dit souvent
Qu'on aura une maison
Avec des tas de fenêtres
Avec presque pas de murs
Et qu'on vivra dedans
Et qu'il fera bon y être
Et que si c'est pas sûr
C'est quand même peut-être

Brel

Les douze mois s'appelait decembre

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