Sunday, September 28, 2008

They don't make them like that anymore


How many days of your life is the day when you find out that Paul Newman died.
Only one and this was it.

Here's a top 3, where Paul forever and eternally will remain one of the best of them all:

1. Cat on a hot thin roof
2. The sting
3. Cool hand luke

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Feng Shui:ing


If you don't want to be lonely you're supposed to not surround yourself of images of lonely people. After I learned this I removed all those images. I even put up a slide of smal pictures of people kissing - people who appearently like eachother.
I want the subconcious part of my life to feel inspirared by that.

I wouldn't ever dare put a "lonely" person on my wall ever again.
Things like that scares me.

Friday, September 26, 2008

USCH!

Please forgive us swedes for these awful contributions to the madness of the world:

Surströmming ("soured (Baltic) herring") is a northern Swedish delicacy consisting of fermented Baltic herring. Surströmming is sold in cans, which when opened release a strong smell. Because of the smell, the dish is often eaten outdoors. However, opening the can under water or inside a plastic bag, somewhat lessens the smell, as well as prevents the person opening it from being soaked in brine, as the fermentation often builds up a considerable pressure inside the can.

The herring is caught in spring, when it is in prime condition and just about to spawn. The herring are fermented in barrels for one to two months, then tinned where the fermentation continues. Half a year to a year later, gases have built up sufficiently for the once cylindrical tins to bulge into a more rounded shape. These unusual containers of surströmming can be found in supermarkets all over Sweden. However, certain airlines have banned the tins on their flights, considering the pressurized containers to be potentially dangerous.[1] Species of Haloanaerobium bacteria are responsible for the in-can ripening. These bacteria produce carbon dioxide and a number of compounds that account for the unique odor: pungent propionic acid, rotten-egg hydrogen sulfide, rancid-butter butyric acid, and vinegary acetic acid.[2]

One proposed explanation of the origins of this method of preservation is that it began long ago, when brining food was quite expensive due to the cost of salt. When fermentation was used, just enough salt was required to keep the fish from rotting. The salt raises the osmotic pressure of the brine above the zone where bacteria responsible for rotting (decomposition of proteins) can prosper and prevents decomposition of fish proteins into oligopeptides and amino acids. Instead the osmotic conditions enable the Haloanaerobium bacteria to prosper and decompose the fish glycogen into organic acids, giving it the sour (acidic) properties.

<- Per Gessle

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

A taste of Plus life


As I stood there trying to decide what to drink with my sandwich I concluded that since I'm one of them curious people who's not afraid of trying new things.
So I happily took the Coca Cola plus with green tea, "for my hectic lifestyle".

5 minutes later I concluded that conservatism isn't that bad.

Monday, September 22, 2008

The Jonas brothers


The Jonas brothers?!

Right away you can tell there's something smelling fishy in Denmark.

As I turn to wikipedia for enlighment, I learn that the Jonas brothers is what you get if Jackson five mated with Britney Spears and produced 3 dancing and singing baby-boys.
Religious, odd and mighty preppy.

I wonder:
is more tragical celebrity weirdos really what this world needs?

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Helping out?!



Formula 1

I thought about saying something.
For hours.

Then I came to the conclusion;
there's no point. If it wasn't then, it surely isn't now.
I stopped believing that some things are ment to be.

Things simply are what they are, according to:
Gain minus possible loss equals the effort.

don't forget it.
or please do.


Some goosebumps from Jacques:

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Person of the year!


According to The Time I'm
"person of the year".

I
sn't it nice to finally get some recognition?








Ugly/Cute duckling

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

How to clean your scratched CD's


a scratched CD can be recovered by polishing its plastic surface. If, after carrying out the above cleansing, the CD persists in giving reading errors, just polish the CD with toothpaste. That's right, toothpaste. It works wonders, and you won't spend a fortune buying professional cleaning kits.

Monday, September 15, 2008

A sweet love poem

My beloved is white and ruddy.
His skin is as the most fine gold.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices.
Even though he hasn't washed since last December.

His eyes are as the eyes of doves.
His body is as bright ivory.
His legs are as pillars of marble.
In pants so dirty they stand by themselves.

He is altogether lovable.
But he'll always be a two-bit punk.
So he'll never be my beloved.
What a shame.


Translated from the Hebrew Bible

Nudity


There's a commercial about a gadget you can instal on your mobilephone; The Nudist-watcher with the intent to let you fool friends that you actually can see through someones clothes.
It seems completly un.timely in this century of nudity.

I've made a list for potential clients interested in nudity:
  • Use the internet instead (it contains loads of *nudity)
  • Join a nudist club
  • Use your own mirror (while naked)
If you use any of these tips please insert the fee of $2 to my account.

* The nudity included in this blogpost is reguarded as a free sample.

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My Words about love and life


Made love, cookies and some noice


My contributions to six-word memoirs about Love & Heartbreak, or plain life...

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Bloglife

This is a blog about blogging:

Question:
Do you want to be read as a blogger?

When I started Blogging 4 years ago I kept my blog in a HBT-community - a slightly odd choice since I'm not that HBT myself.
Looking back though, it actually makes perfect sense. I wanted some spot in the world where I could write my thoughts without being judged.
I didn't dare be that personal, which however helped me rebuild my entire carachter. In my blog I started describing the aspects and thoughts I liked in my life. I guess that's been the on-going theme throughout all these years of blogging.

I'm still hessative towards being read by people I know, I think it's easier to imagine any possible reader unknown to me, if any. When it comes to people I know I like to tell them what's on my mind directly instead of via any for of gadget between us.

I have one bloglisting which to me is the essence of my writing, the one were I first touched the subject of my depression. I suffer from depression, I medicate and I strugle with finding a meaning and a way... In my first blogs I only touch this very vaugly, as a reader you might not even sense those entries I made when I was crying my eyes out, when all I could think about was life as a big black hole, sucking me in. Also hidden are all the destructivde things i did.
Instead I filled it with very poetic entries, I took plenty of time to phrase every sentence perfectly, to my own surprice I got a few regular readers.

A friend of mine told me the other day that "you always run when people get too close" and that's the case sometimes...
My readers came to close to me, so I felt I couldn't write as freely as I wanted to.
I started a new alter-ego and a new blog, but old readers got onto me and I moved away.

Meanwhile I began writing a script for a book, which kept me busy for quite some time. It's only when that was over and done that I really started blogging again.
I found my place in Benrikland.

Benrikland is a place based for readers of the benrik-calander. The calander is released once a year and it states different tasks (per week) for it's readers to do.
If I were looking for a meaning in life benrik gave me just that for a couple of months. During thagt time I had also started with improvisational Theather, in many ways I had started to make my life contain things I wanted it to consist of and eventually I didn't need Benrikland to spice up my life.

I went on to Myspace to write about whatever, and also to keep contact with people I got to know while living in Prague. (that's how I ended up there.)
Myspace is also the place were I first was upfront about my depression, I was so embaressed and hessative when I wrote that entry. However I never got so much support and understanding as for that entry. Which made me realize that hiding it from people might not be the best solution for anyone.
This blogging thing has been a long journey for me and now I've ended up here, all words united.

I am what I am and I'm not hiding anymore.

To answer the question about weather you want your blog to be read or not, in my case it's not always the truth. The thought of someone reading some very special entries scares me AND at the same time it makes me stronger in myself.
In the end my words might not change you, but they've changed me.

p.s. I've lost 2 blogs into the depths of internet.
If someone happends to find them, please return to sender.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Another blonde!

We have a couple of blondes in my class. I can’t tell them apart.
I realised this the other day when one of them walked in and then came the other one and I thought "Weren't you just here?"


I've never really got why being a blonde was such a big thing, excitingly enough I myself is a blonde, but choose not to be because I think it's a very dull colour which erases most personal traits of a face, Blonde to me is the essence of being beige.
And just as it's harder for Asian people to tell one Westerner from the other I've got the same issue with blondes, they all just look blonde.
To me their faces fade.