Thursday, October 25, 2007

Words from MySpace - Big in Japan

Yesterday - by chance we ended up going to dinner with this girl from Japan who visited some friends. Keiko was great fun and it really is a shame that most japaneese people are located in Japan.
If Muhammed can't come to the mountain, the mountain must come to Muhammed.
So we made plans to visit in Tokyo (a trip I plan to take anyway - at some point) and while there I wanna say "hello" to those japaneese rockabilly-guys in the park.

I also want to rent a kareoke-room, sing and dance, have cute drinks and get so pissed that all other pissed-moments I've ever had would be embaressed by their own sane-ness.

What would you do in Japan/Tokyo?


Just nu tittar :
Ratatouille

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Words from MySpace - Growing up in the 70’s

Ok, so our parents obviously thought we were the stupidest people around, and no shit, to be fair there aren't too many kids who can brag about being Einstein. So we learned to cross the street with Anita & Televinken - these two highley reliable people thought us everything about standing still, looking right and left so not to get run over by cars ("children are soft and cars are hard")
Anita and Televinken is a lady and a pupet on a string with a flat face and a smile that never changes):





And then we had this guy namned Totte




Totte explained to us the right way to get dressed, as if that had been a major problem in the genreations before ours. ("you're not supposed to put on your shoes before you put on your socks... etc.")



No wonder that the motto of our generation is "here we are now, entertain us". By the age of 13 the biggest miracle of life must have been that we hadn't yet died from boredom after all the tidieus knowledge and the intellectual insults we've so far had to indure!


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Anyway... search and look through the animated short films from the students of vancouver film school. They're great!
Tidbit:







Friday, October 5, 2007

Words from MySpace - Silver Lining

At teenage parties he was always wandering into the garden, sitting on a bench in the dark, smoking Camel cigarettes, the lit window behind him and the faint strains of 'Hi, Ho, Silver Lining' thumping away, staring up at the constellations and pondering all those big questions about the existence of God and the nature of evil and the mystery of death, questions which seemed more important than anything else in the world until a few years passed and some real questions had been dumped into your lap, like how to earn a living, and why people fell in and out of love, and how long you could carry on smoking and then give up without getting lung cancer.

Maybe the answers weren't important. Maybe it was the asking that mattered. Not taking anything for granted. Maybe that's when you stopped growing old.

And maybe you could put up with anything so long as you got half an hour a day to come somewhere like this and let your mind wander.

// Mark Haddon "A Spot Of Bother"