I dont miss HIM
I miss his sweat after some good old fashion lovemakin' when we just curled up.. all tired.
And there wasn't anything say.

We just fell asleep...

Robbie Williams - Bodies

Jag är på timbuktu var är du?

Kanin

Pride 2009

Home!

Finland and the Euroviosion song contest!!

I walk up to the bar and there's a guy all dressed in white, order and feel a need for a chit-chat.

I: May you loog very white tonight!
He: Yes!
Since I'm wearing all blue I tell him that the decent thing to say would be that I'm looking very blue, in return. And he nods.
I: Together we're Finland!
He: [laugh] I'm from Norway!

And then we had a small chat about eurovision song contest which according to what I heard Norway is going to win this year.
Here's Norways contribution:



I don't know... the guy has a pretty poor English but I'm not sure if the rest of Europe cares?
Personally... so far I prefer Portugal:

The science of sleep

I've always heard that if you loose sleep you can't get it back by sleeping longer the next time.
Now, I don't know the science behind this but it 's lacking. If you couldn't regain your strengths, then by the time we got old we would just crack and die. And I haven't heard of any such cases.
Therefor the theory falls on it's own unbelievability.

Stockholm's on fire!

Ode to adults gone mad

Sometimes I think about what will happened when I grow old and my parents die.
Since I don't have any siblings I will be alone.

However I have one cousin, or rather I have four. It's just that I haven't got any contact with the other three.
One is because I'm not allowed to (he's considered to be my uncle's "mistake"). The other two because my parents and their parents argued over the inheritance after my grandfather died.
All of the above is because of "adult" peoples behavior and attitudes. I haven't participated in any of the events that led up to this, but I sacrifice my relations because of them...

Actually it makes me so sad that I can't afford to think about it... otherwise I'd be completely outraged and wouldn't bare another second of parents and grandparents... And then I'd truly be all alone.

p.s. on facebook I located one of my cousins, I messaged him - trying to make the best of it - act adult and all that. So far there's no answer.

Umami

Ever heard of the fifth basic taste, Umami? I hadn't until some weeks ago... [read more] Thereby I can now say I enjoy things salty, sour and umami.

PirateBay

I wonder if this Pirate Bay ordeal might not even the score when it comes to over-rated, over-payed and over-produced music.

Is that really such a bad thing?

Vad man utsätts för...

På en vanlig svensk toa.

Och hej å hå...

Den satt på min busskur, och nej, inte en jävel kommer besöka henne eftersom hon framstår som ett totalt pucko. Frågan är om jag borde höra av mig till henne och ge henne en snabbkurs i svenska, eller inte?

Bellas new brown friend

Doris

Great danes in Stockholm... *spoiler & awful*

No, I did not raise the flag!

If you forget me in your pocket, I'll be completely messed up

Yesterday during class I solved the problem with messy earphone chords and you don't have to buy any expensive gadget.

step 1. Stick the plug under the clip of your regular pencil.
step 2. Twist it 'round the pen until the end of the earphones.
step 3. Stick those suckers under the same clip.

I felt like a genius.
The class was about legal rights to music, art and photographs.


A couple of posts ago I did promise to write more about sex, since then I haven't had time to wrap my head around it. I'll have to get back to the subject.
For now I just had to write a short little something to get back in the game. Hello!

Always your little B

Let's talk about sex, baby!

To honour the return of ”fråga Olle” I’ve decided to dedicate a few posts to sex. This is the first one.

George Michael sang “Sex is natural, sex is fun”, but sex can also be very complicated. The best way to get around some obstacles is, of course, education. The neat thing is that education is exploration.

Rule of the day:
Never do anything sexually that you don’t want to do. It will only make you disconnect and feel cheap.

Homework:
Make a list, consisting of 3 things you like about sex. It could be that sense, a touch or as practical as having sex while doing a backflip. Think back on good sex you’ve had and try and remember what made those moments great.

Inspiration of the day:
Role-playing: Shift the common roles of men and women by her pretending to be the man, touching him as though he was her, and the other way around. It gives great prospective– apart from being sexy-sexy.

Until next time... shag on!

Mr Christ, mr Iscariot and greed

I watched "Passion of the Christ".
One really has to know ones bible storys to get it, other ways it's just a very detailed movie about the torture of Jesus (of the Christ family).

Mel Gibson made a few antisemetic comments a few years ago. Then he had to apologize for them. The jews where upset and Mel hasn't worked since.
My explenation is one of these - either that there is a jewish conspiricy. Or, people finaly realized that Mel is pretty overrated.


And speaking of Christianity I want it noted that my favorite apostle is Judas. I've got two reasons:
- He's into kissing. He must also be very confortable with his own sexuality to go kissing on men. People who are secure in their sexuality are sexy in general.
- He's also the one who really made Jesus famous. Had Judas not betrayed Jesus who would've remembered either today? You could in fact say that Judas was the Simon Cowell of his time.



The movie also got me thinking about sins. Deadly kinds of sins.
Greed must be the worse of them all. It's also the most widly spread. Which is very notable in times of economic diffuculty.
I wish Judas could come back from the dead and make out with them.

Crowded rooms

The loudness of hip clubs and bars always surprices me.
There you are with the in-crowd, the only problem is that one hand can't hear what the other one's trying to say. The music continues to pump and there's people with empty stares. You come to the conclusion that the only thing to do is to dance, but it's too crowded, there's no enough space. And then you leave.

I've come to the only conclusion one can draw... the in-crowd has absolutely nothing interesting to say.

Fetishes!

A couple of days ago a friend remarked that my infactuation with Hercule Poirot in fact is a fetish. This, after I gloriously mentioned that I found the complete series of BBC Radio Dramas of Agatha Christies novels.
I never thought of it before, but I do understand that to others the joy my discovery brought me might seem a bit off.

I haven't always loved Hercule Poirot. In fact I thought he was quite obnockious at first. I even preferd Miss Marple (the old hag). But soon enough Hercule won my heart, although:

• he's a pompus fart
• he enjoyes talking about himself in third person
• wherever he goes you can rest assure - someone's going to get murdered.

Besides loving Hercule I love pinup's too. My friend saw a link - why do you enjoy these strange things, what's the common ground?

Now I've spent 2 days thinking about it and reached the marvelous conclusion that both pinup girls and Hercule represent a prettier picture in harsch times.
Hercule was most active during the depression and then later during the world war (II). He is described in aristocratic surroundings and the state of the world seems far away.
Pinups came during the war, as eye-candy for soldiers.
Each represented a welcomed escape for their readers and watchers.

I imagine that's what I adore about them too, as comfort in confusing times.

My tip is not to read Agatha Christies books.
Try to get a hold of the BBC dramas and curl up and listen to them before you go to sleep. Or simply watch any of the movies, or the TV-series.

Staring into that abyss of a bright future...

... Speaking of mothers (see my last post), this is a new mother as well as a new baby.

As I walked home from the meeting above I thought about babies and how I'm not a huge fan when it comes to toddlers. This is something few women talk about. I guess cause you're supposed to automaticly love babies as if it's part of our nurturing nature.
In that case I'm sorry to say I'm just not natural.
But don't get me wrong, I do like kids. Actually I prefer the company of almost any 4 year old to most adults. 4 year olds are fun! They have grat visions, thoughts and questions about the world.

But I don't know what to do with kids of minor sizes. There doesn't seem to be much.
Wait for them to poop, pee, yell for food.
Make a stupid face and talk with a funny voice.
Ironicly my lack for love of all those things make me feel like a complete fool.

(none of the participants in this post were hurt during writing or meeting. And of course I'm happy for the love of both the baby and the mother in the picture.)

Mothers!

While i'm looking at this, it hits me that all the people i know reguards their mother as the smarter one.. Even the guy in the wardrobe who's father he never knew agreed.

The figure skating file:

At the pub you usually find a group of guys who's there for beer and soccer on the telly. A couple of months ago I questioned why there's no other sports fan clicks in the bar?

I must confess that I've watched tennis in bars and that's ok with people, but if and when I scream and shout about Federers beautiful forehand people look at me funny.

A couple of months ago I decided to experement with the soccer watchers monopoly of TV's in bars. My plan was to try it out on figure skating - visit a bar with a TV and ask to watch figure skating. Just as people watch soccer.

Last week the european championships finally came. I decided to try to watch the mens final in a bar.
I knew that it would be inpossible to watch it in a real sportsbar like O'learys, they have scheduals on what they show. Luckely we remembered that at one of our regular places they had a TV, so we went there.
There were no other sports on for the night, just some documentary. So we got to watch the final. Not without complaints though - one of the guys in the bar obviously got so provoked by the sparkeling ice skaters that he very loudly had to point that out. I think he thought it reinforced his manhood on some level. The other guys joined in. Everyone apart from one who quietly watched some of it. He was drunk but I swear there were joy in his eyes.

When we left the very sweet waitress were stuck in the bar having to defend changing the channel to figure skating. She told them; "I actually like figure skating!" and we loudly stated that we loved it too, as we thanked for a nice evening and went our way...

Conclusion: I strongly recommend you to grab a friend for the next sporting event you like. Head for the bar and end the soccer monopoly, it ads more diversity, and, if figure skaking - glitter and sparkle to the world!

Gravity

Our country is not slippery when wet, it's slippery when cold.
Today I tried my best to hold on, not to slide off the planet.

When I was a kid and realized there was space on the other side of the clouds I asked my mother why we didn't just go there. Why were we stuck on earth?
The way I'm telling it, it seems I wanted to go there but I didn't. I had learned that we couldn't survive there.
My mother said that gravity keep us here and gravity was some kind of power, so I wondered what if gravity just stoped. She said that then we would pop out and fly into space... but that wouldn't happened, cause there would always be gravity holding us back and here.
I was still afraid.

Later I learned about Newton.
I like the guy. Especially on a filosophical level.

According to Newton there is mass, and mass contains gravity. The bigger the mass to more it attracts other mass. If there wasnt' marcury, earth, mars and a whole bunh of other planets, venus (the closest planet to the sun) would probably slipp into the sun. But us other planets are used as the oposite force of the sun and keeps it on status quo.
The further away one mass is from the other the less is the influence of it's gravity.

Indications of Newtons principal being true on a smaller and more earthy level:
Everyone leaves for places with more sun when they can hence they are drawn to the sun.

Indications of Newtons principal being false on a smaller and more earthy level:
If we were drawn to mass, then we would be attracted and drawn towards heavy and "fat" people since they contain more mass. But we are not. In fact many people are repulsed by it.

On the other hand that might just be us humans being... uhh... us humans. In the animal kindom being heavy is a sign of someone who doesn't have problems finding food . And such a partner would in fact be a great catch.

I found someone!

I was desperate for new music. Tired of listening to same old - same old.
I found last.fm, apparently 3 years after everyone else and just as people are going mad about Spotify.
Well, well, since I'm looking for new stuff to listening to last.fm suits me more. And I've finally found a way to ease my mind on japanese pop, of which I don't understand a single word.

Combined with the 80's it makes me quite happy.
Of course I feel like sharing.

Spicy meatballs and dancing

I've discovered that barbeque-oil is great for frying meatballs. Adds some extra spice.

I'd also like to present one of my favourite clips from the youtube jungle - it's about this guy who attends a wedding after a cold and especially long russian winter, which he mostly spent at home, listening to music - watching mtv, dancing and dancing, one vodka after the other.
Then spring comes and a couple of his friends decide to marry. The russian guy brings every move he's collected during the long winter and discos the night away:



Don't forget to vote on your favourite love song.

In the mood for love

At www.bestsongever.com you can vote for your favourite songs. You can also see which rank your favourite song has and which songs currently hold the lead.

There’s no surprises here. Bohemian Rhapsody is still the best song ever. (The world may tumble and turn but Queen will remain on top). Not that it upsets me. Bohemian Rhapsody is a good, yes, even a great song.

Inspired by all the lists of yesterday and by music in general I thought I’d conduct my own survey on the subject.
In short; Ten songs and since Valentines day is just around the corner I’d thought we’d stick to the subject of Löve.

Vote on your favourite. By February 10th I’ll present the complete list as voted by you.

The nominated songs are:

1. Time after time – Cyndi Lauper
2. You’re All I Need To Get By – Aretha Franklin (link sung by Gladys Knight)
3. The way you look tonight – Tony Bennett
4. Alone – Heart
5. Your Song – Elton John
6. I Think I Love You - David Cassidy
7. Let’s Get It On – Marvin Gaye
8. Sweet Child O Mine – Guns N’ Roses
9. First Time – Robin Beck
10. Father Figure – George Michael
11. Too Lost In You – Sugababes
12. I Wish U Heaven - Prince
13. In The Deep - Bird York
14. Loosing My Religion - Tori Amos
    

If there’s a great love song you miss among the contestants drop me a line and I just might add it. But please know that I’ve tried to only nominate love songs which celebrate love, not about someone’s lack thereof.

Note to self!

Never forget that strange and miraculous things sometimes happened.



You can read more about the amazing story of Steven Bradbury on wiki, or find out what he's up to now on his homepage.

The post on lists

I've become addicted to "the book of lists".

Over I like lists. It tempts the more organised part of myself in much the same way as I like art. I can't paint, but I admire the work of people who can.

So far my favourite list is 13 animals who've been prosecuted.

I also enjoyed "High Fidelity" (Nick Hornby) much due to all the lists he made.
My favorite list from that book:

Rob's Top Five Bands or Musicians Who Will Have To Be Shot Come the Musical Revolution

1. Simple Minds
2. Michael Bolton
3. U2
4. Bryan Adams
5. Genesis

Birgittas Top Five Bands or Musicians Who Will Have To Be Shot Come the Musical Revolution

1. Per Gessle (of Roxette)
2. Westlife
3. Shaggy
4. The Macarena-chics
5. Aaron Carter

Klara, färdiga!

Me: How old are you?
Klara: 3 years.
Me: Oh.. That means you won't remeber me the next time I see you.
Klara ponders this for a while. Then she says: No, but I remember you now.