Veckans Idolbild

Life - the perpetual nap. + Alive 31/5-09

The sky is clear blue. The sun is bright. The warmth is heat.

And all I do is nap and read. I have no energy, no energy at all. I'm a lazy fat cat lapping up the sun. No work, no studying, no nothing. And the best thing, even my mind is a nothing. It is fucking brilliant.

How about you? You alive?

And this week's vid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Tu0PAbW75A
And this week's song: Dolly Parton – Working Girl

Jesus "loves" me.

I got a brand new old bike. It’s blue and charming with silvery details. Got it for free from the Jansson’s, I did. They’re good people, thoroughly reliable. If they would run for mandates in the EU, they would definitely get my vote.

I’m thinking of repainting their house, to surprise them, as a thank you. Maybe fuchsia. Maybe not the whole house, as I have neither the time nor the money. Their front door perhaps. Maybe I’ll just decorate the door with stickers. Various unique stickers. And not like that old Subaru we bought years ago that was covered with Jesus-loves-you-stickers, exclusively. No, I would offer mixed messages. On the Jansson door. IF I had the time.

Amazing grace, cookies on sale.

I go around praising nature, but am really complimenting man’s domination of it. Flowery pasture fields, neat bushes along the road, planted trees and newly mowed lawns. I choose to see harmony before subordination, and I take pleasure in it. For that I feel cheap. Then I go around disliking people for what they are, while wondering whether it wouldn’t be better to pity us for what we can never be. For that I am confused. Then I go around dreaming of all the things I want to be, until I clash with the things I most likely will become, or already am.

Neat bushes along the road. And I still see harmony.

Omtänksamhet

Elsa döljer sina tår, för att jag sa att jag inte gillar sandaler där man ser tårna.
Så agerar endast en sann vän.

Alive 23/05

Are you?

Not one original thought.

Every thought there possible is appears to already have been thunked. So why do we keep thinking? Why do we live our lives on repeat? And how come we ever even harboured notions of time being a linear concept?

Also I should start working on a tentative itinerary for my US trip. So what do you guys think I should visit? As long as a Greyhound Coach stops in the general vicinity I'm all aboard any suggestions. So hit me with one.

And in unrelated news, here's this weeks top 5:
Erasure - Little respect
Anders & Putte - Elisabeth
30 Rock - Kidney Now - HD
Knorkator - Try Again-
Seasons of Love from RENT the movie

And this weeks link:
walkingman.org

And the album of the week:
Peaches – I Feel Cream

Nothing to see here...

www.maninthedark.com



...not really.

feeling disabled over here!

You know how kids with dyslexia get extra help in school, or how disabled kids get wheelchair access and stuff like that. Could I get a personal tutor and ass-into-gear-kicker?

Cause I really need one. Someone with enough authority to sit me down and make me do the work I am supposed to do. Like a study-buddy with a whip and no carrots.

I really, really need one. I'm poor, I've also got poor coordination and eyes-sight and I can't cook (not really) so I've got nothing to offer in return, but I still need an authoritative study-buddy once autumn comes around. So if you know anyone who take pity on fools and carries a whip, point them in my direction.

And while we wait for my saviour lets listen to Tobias Fünke's long lost twin sing;

Äntligen lite hud...

Bror skickade mig denna fantastiska länk!
Good to be home!

http://www.vertigo.se/

Update

So Lolly got home safely from war-zone, ignored the K-Mart, had a pizza and was taught how to play poker by Mousse. Ape tried to help instructing, but no one really heard what the Ape said. Cookies were had, popcorns munched and plans for some sort of exit-urban exploration walk were laid out. Lolly was told of the contemporary Sweden: Reinfeldt & co secretly putting pieces of glass in frozen chicken (and sausages, beer and pyttipanna) and then that alluring place called Spotify to which everyone seems to have found their way. She was puzzled, and in awe. Had too much changed? Did she perhaps long back to isolation?

Music: David Bowie
Food: Pizza
Topic: Trauma
Activity: Card games
Wronged: tiny

Foul-tasting.

My skin is falling off in large chunks, my feet got left in the bathroom. They were in the way, so I put them in the shower. They were already off by then. I honestly don’t know why. And my hair fell off last week, but I glued it back on and put on a beret, my black beret. It looked okay. Someone asked if I was all right, what with my hair looking weird and all, but I just laughed and joked and smiled and there was nothing more to say about that. I haven’t had nails in a month and sometime along the way my stomach must’ve corroded and disintegrated because everytime I eat it stings like fire and I shit blood. So I just stopped eating, figured it would solve the problem. Now blood is coming out my throat instead, because I keep coughing, and I can’t seem to stop. And there’s all this mail coming in, hundreds of letters piling up in the hallway! But as I have no feet and don’t really feel like crawling on my lately skinless knees, all I can do is lay here and watch the mail multiply by each bloody cough. I believe it’s mostly bills, but I have no proof of that. What’s more, the glue I used for my hair seems to have attracted worms. From where, I can’t imagine. I can feel them move on my head and around my ears. But if these worms are anything at all like maggots, they won’t eat the live parts of me, only the dead; all the skin that has fallen off and is spread around me. And that torn spot where my feet were once attached. Yes, the worms are there, too. Maybe they were maggots all the time.

Alive 17/5

once again i've shirked my responsibilies. if it makes you feel better, i can tell you i feel horrible about it.

but this week isn't about me. i would like to officially welcome Lolly back into the fold. (i hope that's okay; me being the official spokesperson here.) i would love to hear what all my friends have been up to, but a comment from You would make me very happy.

and i'm not too proud to beg. see...

please?

Veckans idolbild

And I walk away bruised.

As I woke up this morning to a new set of bruises I couldn't help wonder; How common an occurrence is bruising as a consequence of social interactions? Is it standard practice to always walk away physically bruised? Cause it sure appears to be standard in my circle, the one you are in.

See I've got nothing against it, perhaps I even revel in it, but that doesn't stop me from wondering if this is how other people interact. Or at least people our age, cause as I remember bruises and scrapes were very common around the same time as you ate dirt. At the age of 24 (kinda) however...I'm curious.


http://open.spotify.com/track/5tZNWMJbL2Ti1xm1zlTMyr

Bloody Brilliant & Colonel Angus

The two are not related.

I'm not really a fan of JET, but the P0YKPAC gang made their latest video and it's kinda awesome.




SNL - Colonel Angus

The drug that is Education.

Seeing how I haven't signed up for any summer classes I recently started looking around for something to occupy my summer with. My entertainment project is space, and I have the best of intentions of watching through Star Trek Voyager, Babylon 5 and Battlestar Galactica. My writing project is writing a bible, or at least some commandments and a few prophecies. That leaves only education and information. Luckily Berkley stepped in and made it all better, and thanks to their Webcasts I will this summer be "taking" the following courses;

• Sociology 150A, 001 - Social Psychology: Self and Society
• Philosophy 25A - Ancient Philosophy
• Astro C10 / LS C70U Introduction to General Astronomy
• IB 131 General Human Anatomy
• PACS 164B Nonviolence Today

And revisit;

• History 106B The Roman Empire
• Anthro 2AC Introduction to Archaeology

*slaps veins* Yeah, this is gonna be good.

Help me help you help yourself. And then let's go public!

So what we did was we put tiny stretched out on a couch, after we had finished a cider & soup-dinner and a delicious dark and white chocolate cake covered in various roasted nuts. Having briefly discussed whether a canapé is a divan or finger food, we quickly identified tiny's very outspoken wish to “become normal” as the key symptom of her disease. With the help of Rorschach ink blots we encouraged her to see genitals where she at first glance had seen nothing but factories and Santas. When she had hugged a pillow for thirty minutes or so, while getting a jellybean for each of what we considered to be the only one correct genital-answer to the ink-blot pictures, we finished the session and watched half an episode of the unfathomable series named True Blood. I think, all in all, we did good, Ape and I.

According to Lisa, in France, all you have to do to work as a psychoanalyst is to have undergone psychoanalysis yourself. Yup. It's what I’d like to call a “Plan B”.

These are tiny's "two santas" that we successfully made her turn into a "vagina"

Var det nödvändigt?

Jag var i skolan idag, åt ärtsoppa idag, drack kaffe idag, umgicks med mina vänner idag, fick fyrtio människor att fly stan idag.

http://www.sr.se/lynchmobbärdetnyasvenska

Lättköpt.

- Hej det är Lydia från Bonniers
- Från vad?
- Eh... va?
- Från vad sa du?
- Bonniers!
- Bonniers?
- Ja, Bonniers.
- Mm. Bra.
- Jag har ett riktigt toppenerbjudande här till dig! Du får två nummer av en av tre tidningar plus ett knivset utan kostnad som i handeln skulle kosta dig 399 kronor! Du betalar bara 69 kronor och du kan säga upp prenumerationen direkt efter att du fått de två första tidningarna.
- M-hm. Vad är det för tidningar då?
- Du kan välja mellan är PC för alla, Aktiv Träning eller National Geographics.
- Okej…
- Ja… Det är ett jättebra erbjudande!
- Jag läser inte någon av de där tidningarna.
- Nehe…
(…)
- Men jag vill verkligen ha knivar.

Alive 10/5

i'm still alive and currently eating delicious, crumble-tastic lemon cookies. earlier today i was in Our Capital listening to my mom's choir perform. it was really good. in the immediate future i have BIG plans: cleaning the corridor.

what have you been doing with your day?

Stor i Afghanistan

http://www2.unt.se/lålaärhetastpåskolgården

Mer ögongodis:

Trappa

Patrull


Så. Du kan komma hem nu.

Alive first week of May...

..hem.

i am very much alive and well this week, but if i fail to post as May draws to a close it's most likely because i have died of starvation. this month is poor-man's-month, and the bills keep piling up! anywho, i won't have died un-spotified, and for that i'm grateful.

also, my dad bought me a new bike. if you're wondering why, the answer is "because i'm spoiled rotten." another thing to be grateful for. sigh. so many to thank, so few left to hate...

Cold front.

I woke up this morning feeling cold. It was inevitable really, but it was beautiful while it lasted. And it really was, beautiful. Not the public alcoholism usually referred to as Valborg, but the 12-hour picnic in the sun with its momentary destruction of conventions and blurring of social boundaries.

Simply beautiful while it lasted.



Can we make the fantasy last a little longer?