Imbecility

All the small, boring people. Why does size matter? Indeed, if it does not, why try to make yourself smaller? Fucking dimwit. Get a life. Oh Jesus how I hate

you. Die. Just die. I hope you die.

Your... idiotic, petty, inane rivalries mean nothing, you mean nothing. Why even bother? You or me, it's all the same. Die. The end result. Just... cease to

exist. Stop it. Why? Why won't you die?

Why am I so anal? As I type, I correct my errors. Bitch. Live your life. We're all the same, us in the human race.

Pause.

Just because. Whoops, more errors creeping in, more erasing. Not exactly honest, are we? And why elude to Victorian sentiment? Just to feel more noble, more

uppity? Bitch.

Shadows, skins, the scabs, what song lyric? Bitch.

Crawl you damn motherfucker, just crawl, get it out. Is this helping? Then why do it?

Yes! The change.... no, just my imagination acting up. Everyday has gotten the upper hand.

When did you last bleed, laugh, feel ecstatic? Eh? Wallow, wallow you sorry motherfucker.

It's all so... what? More? You want more? And then what? Will it change anything tomorrow, or just make it worse? Make what worse? You know. Birch. Hey?

What?

No. Just no. Don't even. Please? Why aren't you taking this shit seriously? Because everyone could do it? Am I that ordinary, that insignificant? Why even

try then? Just let me sit here, forever typing incoherence.

No blood. Fuck you, that's why.

Yes. Yes! LOUD. Transporting. 501.

Basini is the fucking man as well.

Too sober.

Disharmonic, in the best possible way.

Transmit your meaning, your thoughts. You can't, can you. Bitch. Just get on through. Don't go quoting on me, just do it. Fuck you, goddamn intermissionist.

Keep to the bloody point. No centrisms for you, eh?

That’s what started it all you know. Always the family.

Analyse. Analyse everything, then, you will have your answers, your life will be happy and perfect.

Dreaming of stinkbombs in trains. Public transport will suffer. Why not, why even bother, don't fuck with me. Nothing is too loud.

So impersonal, the written word, Digital.

I will leave, just go nowhere.

Obligations, happily accepted and obliged.

CPH:DOX

On saturday Cecilie, Clara and I went to Copenhagen. Andreas spent most of the day with Cecilies mum. I was pretty tired, having (urged on by Cecilie no less) been to KUA for a bit of a party with some brits and fellow students the night before. Good times.We strolled around in the most excellent sunshine for a while, just enjoying each others company. We met up with my mum and Signe a bit later on, as they had planned a shopping trip for some time. I managed to take some quite decent pictures, macro is your best friend, especially when tired.

A cosplayer dressed up for the 25th anniversary of Warhammer.








Bit of detail, famous towering structure in Copenhagen.






Kongens Nytorv, street vendor hawking silken scarves.







Kongens Nytorv, cutest sticker art ever.


On Strøget, a knight of the open road campaigning for equal pay.










Cecilie smiling at Clara smiling at sitting on Signes shoulders.






Me mum, a bit out of frame.

Looking very cool indeed.

Our bloody cat...

Which is to be taken literally, just jumped off the balcony. Hell. Our downstairs neighbour came running up asking if she was ours.

She's fine, nothing broken, no obvious pains, just a few superficial scratches and a sore butt. Luckily we really don't live very high up, I'd say 7-8 metres or so, and she landed on grass. Still gave us quite a fright though.

Surf!

I'm slowly beginning to get into surf music big time. Well, it seems I have been for some time, I just didn't now it.
I've always been a fan of evocative instrumental music with an eerie undertone, one of my first experiences was from old Lucas Arts adventure games (Okay, so not strictly instrumental, you catch my drift though).
Hearing the first few notes of the Monkey Island theme, or even better, some of the background music from Sam & Max Hit the Road, can still send shivers down my spine.
While browsing Last.FM, i stumbled across a very unknown band from south america, Os Pazuzus (the sloths, or so I am informed) with a most delightful twang to their sound, redolent of beaches, waves, and a bright sun shining down on you. Only on Mars, and the aliens are coming in fast on their boards.

They only ever made a demo CD apparently, which they have kindly made available online. Check out the Twilight Zone in the blogroll for more of the same. Oh yeah.

Flowery... powery?

Outstanding

I can't sleep. Yet again. It's damn near two o'clock at night, and I can't sleep even though I'm tired.
My hyperactive brain is to blame I'm afraid. It keeps on going, worrying about things that aren't really to be worried about. Not yet at any rate. There, now I am fully awake, Morpheus will be waiting for me in vain. Durn synapses, firin' all the time. Sigh. Might as well drink some Cola or something.

Macro Shots

Just bought a Sony Cybershot off of Rolf, who just got himself a canon 40D, (the bastard). It performs really nicely, very fast shutterspeed, which is a right therapy for my soul, after having spent years of missed photo oportunities with my olympus mju. I swear to whatever god you would care to name: 3 seconds delay when using the automatic settings. I ask you. I mean really.

A pendant some of my friends bought me when they visited Ireland a few years ago, on a replica wax-seal from Berlin, 1245.

Measuring tape, rolled up. What are you, blind?

Old timey christmas candle box.

More tapemeasure.

Back to Blogger

Well, I'm back.

I started blogging on my website using Wordpress about a year ago, mostly because I wanted my posts, pictures and so forth to reside on my own server, and I wanted full control over what I was doing. As it turns out... that hasn't really happened. I like to post pictures. which I haven't been able to get to work properly on the other blog, which shall from now on be known as the old blog. And since I use Picasa anyway, and am not disinclined to post the odd video now and then. and basically just want it to bloody well work... here I am, back using blogger, throwing all pretenses at credibility to the wind.

If you want to check out what I've been writing for the past year or so, go to the old blog.

Here's a gratuitous picture:

Oh, by the way, I've started a family blog, here, or check the blogroll, mostly with news and pictures of the kids.

In other news, I am in my final semester of the basic ethnology course, next semester I've chosen design. After that, digital design & communication. Can't wait. Ethnology is still fun as hell, but the courses themselves have been lacking a bit as of late. The two that make up the current semester are fairly experimental, and not all that succesfull either. One is a bit superfluous, the other a very young experiment indeed. I am looking forward to something a bit different.

Hmmm

Well... this is weird

I'm at my mums. I helped her and my brother move for my grandmum today, her apartment is getting painted, so she's staying with my mum for a few days. I drove back with them, helped prepare dinner, ate it... and now everyone but my grandmum is gone. Now, she refuses to wear her hearing aid, which means she guesses what you're telling her. And I haven't been alone with her... well, since she babysat me when I was really really young. And she doesn't talk! At all. She just sits there, nodding.

I wish she would wear the damn thing, I'd like to have a conversation with her.

I think it's about time to go home now.

All done!

Summer vacation is oficially here! Baby! The sun is shining, my brain is slowly turning to pudding... looks like its going to be a perfect summer.

Cecilie has started seeing a psychologist, yesterday actually, it went really well. That makes me so happy I could cry. Nothing is more important to me than my family being happy. And myself of course, although the two are very interlinked indeed.

I've started dieting again, I've lost a good 3,5 kilos this first week, not because I'm not eating at all, rather all the excess water has left my body. I feel sleeker already.

Playing World of Warcraft again, my new shammy gained three levels in a day, ah yes, the joys of double XP.

Started a forum, my family has finally joined in, and things are starting to heat up. A real discussion is actually underway in there, goodness me.

Apart from all that... Nothing to write really. Things are good. Going to play some computer games, do stuff outdoors...

Once in a while during the summer I'll try to read something study-related, at which point my brain will probably reemerge, and I'll try to remember to post at that time.

But for now, have a nice summer ;)

Oral assignment completed...

Hehe, that sounds like some cheap 80's robot porn or something.



I got an 8. Normally that would lead to me being very dissapointed in myself indeed, getting less than a 10 in a subject i really like. but no so this time. I tried some fairly complex reasonings out for this one, incorporating a lot of texts, ones not necessarily linked to my subject, and pulled it of. I just fucked up my conclusion completely.

Which means I am capable of thinking outside the box, as it were, academically, I just need to work on my technique. I've never been happier at getting a middle grade :)



Right now I', writing a three-page essay on Aristotle and Emile Durkheim, describing their organism-analogies, and whether they were the basis for a social science... oh, just had a good idea there, be right back, have to write it down... And am, so far, actually enjoying it. Seems I've been quite good a putting barriers in my own way, instead of doing things the logical way. My default modus operandi really.



Ah well, back to writing!

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I feel... strangely elated

I've got an exam coming up on monday.

Today I went visiting with my grandmum, to celebrate my mums birthday. Instead of the snipefest I had anticipated... it was quite nice. Then me and Rolf went on a small roadtrip to check on Signe, who is at an all-school gathering.

I've got an exam coming up on monday. For which I haven't really studied at all. And I've got problems concerning one of my other exams, which I have to figure out monday as well. Yet I feel strangely elated.



Guess the nerves will settle in as soon as I have to start actually writing.

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A sidenote

To my siblings; a small insight into my mind in and around my formative teen years, regarding the German side of the family. Listen to the album Stoosh, by Skunk Anansie. In particular the “Twisted” track.

Also a big help for me linguistically, regarding my British accent. Apart from that, a completely ahistorical album for me, seeing as when I listened to this initially, I had no idea where to place what in rock history, or in history in general for that matter. A very personal album for me, the track brazen (weep) was a great help in dealing with my feeling of social inadequacy at the time. Also the very track that made Mette enter my Oma’s living room, when I was blasting the song at full volume once upon a time, and attempt to talk to me about the “strange and peculiar” lyrics of the song. Which made me feel even more rebellious, even without any kind of knowledge as to what rebellion actually was.

Again, the title will be: Hmmmm.

For some reason, when I get drunk alone, and watch Jackass... I want to hurt myself in colourful ways. Did that sound pathetic? Yeah, well, it was supposed to. Still moderately sober.
Not, you know, all emo-teen like, just get upside down in a bush, wrecked, thingy.Yeah, that'd be fun.

Listening to Skunk Anansie's Stoosh, haven't heard that particular record since 1998 or so... the time of the CD. Reminds me of scandalising the entire german side of my family just by listening to music.
I just remembered particular mental images I formed many years ago, while listening to this record for the first time, that kept me going through the infernal visits to Germany.
Good times. Almost too easy really (the whole scandal thing). Maybe it's time to give my old Oma a call, before she leaves this earth for good. Then again, I haven't really visited with, or talked to my Mormor, even though I have no particular quarrel with her. Is old age a deterrent for youth?