Benrik diaries - Dream on!

It's only when you look at an ant through a magnifying glass on a sunny day that you realise how often they burst into flames.

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Yesterday my camera broke, so I’m resorting to taking pictures with my phone. Only problem is that I don't know how to get them from the phone to my computer.
I probably need a new cord!

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Tasking

Yester-nights dream:
An escalator full of ice.
A friend screaming for everyone to get out of it, since it was speeding up. I was closest to the end – a huge block of ice in front of me that I barely managed to escape as it was smashed in front of my feet. I almost died!
A man yelled as he saw my friend behind me slip and fall onto one of the cliffs (on the mountain behind me), then he grew to be a giant and saved her.

- T H E – E N D –


Re-enactment:
I took the escalator and made a run for my life the last couple of metres - thinking: "otherwise I'll die!"
I had a quick look at “Princess Bride” as Andre the giant saves our hero.
Had luxury-water - water on the rocks.


No dreams last night and I'm officially bored.
I'm thinking about taking Boggle's suggestion to go spend some time in darkness - inside my closet.
Although it usually makes me feel pretty weird.

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I somehow made a list on things that work:
- Bath-tubbing with foam from Lush.
- Thinking about which songs you'd put on a compilation-CD if you where to give one away ( - sometimes make a compilation and give it away).
- Get upset about the state of the world - call a friend and discuss solutions or in other ways get support for your views or opinions.

Benrik diaries - Realize Monday dreams

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Last night, just when the fucking birds started singing again, I said to myself: Now it's really time to get some sleep.
(This was just after I saw this really strange show about some headhunter/maybe police officer who chased down wanted people and then he prayed for them - he looked like a biker/WWF-wrestler and watching this show made me feel like an alien visiting a strange new civilazation, you know?)
Afterwards I slept heavily all night (no wonder).
Dreamless.

So, I should spend my entire day in darkness.
Like that line from Metallicas "One":

Darkness imprisoning me, all that I see absolute horror.
I cannot live, I cannot die,
trapped in myself - body my holding cell.

(Very uplifting lyrics.)

But I figure that would be taking things too far and besides... sun is shining, everything's bright - Darkness just is too hard to find.

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Updates on previous blogs:
Grim asked about "Johnny hates jazz" and I begun looking for information, there wasn't much to find, except that one of the guys apperently is doing a "Nick Kamen" and writes songs for other artists.
Here's a useful link just for Grim

David also wanted a closer look at that be-careful-about-singing-kids-sign:





G'day!
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Benrik diaries - Who's That Boy?

For no apparent reason I jammed my head into one of the kitchen cabinet-doors. So now I've got this big lump and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with it.
I really hope this won't effect my ability to dream next week.


On to something completely useless:

I can clearly remember wondering who's that boy? when I first saw him in the Levi's commercial.
And no, I'm not talking about Brad Pitt. There was this other guy named Nick Kamen.
I was about 15 years old and each day after school I went home, made ham and cheese sandwiches in the micro and I'd sing and dance to whatever was on MTV.
This was the childhood of ours, MTV and microwaves and this Nick Kamen-guy played a small part.

Recently he sprung to mind and I wondered what ever happened to him? - He did that commercial and was pretty in pink 10 years before any other male had managed to build up the same amount of courage it takes to wear that colour.
So I wondered where do people like that go afterwards?

I'd like to report that curiosity did not kill the cat.
I looked Nick Kamen up at wiki, I'm still alive and this is what I found:

Nick Kamen (born April 15, 1962) is a model and singer from Harlow, Essex, England, most famous for his 1980s Levi's commercials where he strips to wash in a public laundromat (showing him in boxer shorts, dramatically increasing their popularity). He has also recorded four albums.

Notable was his minor 1986 hit "Each Time You Break My Heart" from his self titled debut album. Written and produced by Madonna and Stephen Bray, it cracked both the US dance chart (remix by Shep Pettibone) and the UK pop singles chart, and even hit the Top 40 in Canada. Madonna also sang on the backing vocals. Her original demo remains one of many Unreleased Madonna Songs.

His second album "Us", 1989 was produced by Patrick Leonard. Madonna again made an appearance as a guest backing vocalist on the song "Tell Me", this time without contributing to the songwriting or production.

I also tried to find any information about what he's up to these days. Result:

- He lives in London (Nottinghill)
- He paints, and has had at least one exhibition. ("I paint for fun" he said - like they all do.)
- He works as a songwriter.


That's all I can do to satisfy any sunday crawings for useless information.
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Benrik diaries - I went to ride my bike...

They’re tearing down this building, piece by piece - and since it’s the major part of the view from my office window I've decided to monitor the trashing-progress day to day.
This is the first picture.
(Please also note the microphone the kids are holding in the warning sign.)

Tonight, to clear my mind I took my bike and went night-swimming.
It was really nice - I’d guess about 22 C.
And then I took my bike and went home again.

Oh, and I started reading "The Dirt", about Mötley Crue. A book recomended to me by quite a few people - usually that's a sure sign of dissapointment to come, but I'm actually enjoying every bit of it, so far.

Benrik diaries - Furbo, my ass! ; )

After watching the game last night (during which I striked up a very nice conversation with this Italian chick) relations with Italy are particularly good.

Therefore; all this cuddling with Italy must come to an end.

It's a bloody strange country Italy, when you think about it.
Like Eddie Izzard says:
The Italians are always on a moped with no helmet on, going 'ciao'!
However that's not true... They created fascism, home of the mafia, the roman empire and pasta - fucking spaghetti everywhere, clogging up every artery available.
It's evilness in it's prime I tell you.
Fucking Furbo.

Furbo:
Italian expression for when you're really street-smart and manage to achieve things with means very close to the edge of the allowed (and getting away with it).
It's looked upon as a good thing in Italy - to have lots of Furbo.

The lesson is never to trust an Italian on a moped, looking friendly - going Ciao.


How to go about creating a diplomatic incident with Italy I really haven't decided yet, so meanwhile I just spit in their direction. ;-)

Ciao!

Benrik diaries - Introducing The Hardline According to...

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Friday-competition time:

"Introducing The Hard-line According to..."
Yes, according to who?

First one with the right answer gets some kind of price.

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Overslept dreadfully, not the best way to find out that:

A. My watch doesn't work.
or/and
B. I don't work. (obviously)

I felt disturbed, much in the same way as when I see the fish in Faith No Mores Epic-video gasping for air.


Nothing special to say really, nothings happened (apart from the above).
Mainly I just wanted to wish you all a lovely weekend - don't eat yellow snow and practise safe sex.

Benrik diaries - Robert took my question – Insuring my best feature, pt 2

Today at noon I called the insurance company.

Aims:
1. Cancel the insurance I’ve got for accidents, since I don’t feel like I ever want to use it.
2. Insure either my taste in music, my hands, my hair or my heart. (Yester night I listened to E. Satie which made me especially spongy inside and then lead me up to thinking “I should insure my heart!”)

Anyway… I talked to Robert, this nice insurance-guy who didn’t object too much when I talked about cancelling my accident-insurance.
He only asked why, and I explained.
Then I asked him about the possibility to insure my best feature, “…like my hands or something?” and he laughed…
“That would be included in the insurance you’re about to cancel.”
Typical insurance talk (from typical insurance people), right?!
In the end I decided to go ahead with the cancellation and no more.*


Other:
I had salomon-role with French potato-salad and coke. Oh, and thanks for the tips on music in my last entry! : )

L o v e ♥


* Robert also told me that he never before heard about anyone trying to get an insurance for a specific part of themselves- he therefore promised he would take the question with him.

Benrik diaries - Insuring my best feature, pt 1

Some things are fragile and other are solid.


I've decided to try to insure my taste in music. Either that, my hair or my hands.
Let's see how this goes.

While on the subject I've got a new mp3 Yes, again since my last one got stolen a couple of weeks ago. (partly my own fault since I didn't keep enough attention... It was during the intruiging game between England and Sweden.) Anyway, the new one's really nice, better than the last one. I'm a happy puppy.

Question: What music would you recomend?


Other:

I had an excellent weekend - Went sailing for the first time ever, (actually I spent enormous amonts of time close to the sea, in one way or the other... but I have yet to go swimming,) had dinner with my parents, bowling-practise and a visit A-L and the dogs - they where all very happy to see me but it was only the dogs who jumped me.

A friend said the following: "We will all do the demanded in order for us to be able to put up with ourselves, no more no less." And I thought that was pretty darn smart.
"I'll probably qoute you on that", I said.
And now I have.

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p.s. I managed to solve my first and last word-puzzle ever - I say; quit while you're ahead. FYI: the answer to "nian" in SvD (newspaper) today is "Silltoast" (pickled herring-toast).