The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost, 1916

I watched "Grey Gardens" today and little Edie was so cute when she recited this poem. I felt I had to write it down before I forgot.

Music, luck and James Dean

I started blogging about music and... well music. Great fun!
Here's your ticket.

And then there's a qoute by mr James Dean (although I'm not too sure about the the source...)

"You gotta try your luck at least once a day, because you could be going around lucky all day and not even know it."

I like the qoute, but if the source is correct and dear sweet Jimmy really said it, the moral of the story is never to try ones luck in cars. Porches to be real specific.

Songs for Space Travellers

This playlist actually took me over three years to make. Orginially I was looking for music with a certain feeling - some kind of dreamy, but still crystal clear kind of feeling, all at the same time. Good luck!

As I remeber it, the first songs that I used to build the mood of the playlist around were "Sparks" by Röyksopp and "In the deep" by Bird York (that I feel deeply in love with it after watching the movie "Crash"). I also remeber the happiness I felt when I found "Captain Nemo" by Dive. I used to love that song as a kid but was never able to afford the album and then when I was, I couldn't find it. The song was later covered by Sarah Brightman and became some kind of hit. But the cover isn't nearly as good as the original.

Over the next couple of years I kept adding songs as they came along untill one day i february, 2012 I realized that what I had made was a playlist for space travellers (or for divers of some kind of great unknown) or for regular people exploring life. As the playlist plays it describes both happiness, lonelyness, escape and feeling right at home. A little bit of everything.
But no, you won't find "Rocket man" by Elton John in it, which, although it's a great song doesn't have the feeling I was going for.

When should you listen to this playlist?
Well, I usually listen to it on the subwaygoing to, or from work and during late nights. I also listen to it more during wintertime. But that's me.

Anyway, I still think it's one of the best playlist I've ever made. Enjoy!

Songs For Space Travellers on Grooveshark.

And here are the songs mentioned above.

Exit roads?

I realise that the road I travel doesn't lead to happy town.
So now I'm looking for the next exit road.

Equality by Euclid of Alexandria

Common Notion 1: Things which equal the same thing also equal one another.

When Lincoln quotes Euclid in "Lincoln" it marks the high point of the movie.

Where's my dragon?

"All heroic deeds require a cost.

Otherwise they're not really heroic.

There has to be a dragon.

There has to be a risk.

There has to be pain.

And he endures that pain.

And fights that dragon.

He pays that prize in lots of different ways.

And he pays it for the sake of seeking after this bigger truth."

House in da house

 

Killing in the name of...

"If you wonder what people really believe in, ask them what they are willing to kill for."

Sitter och äter banan och väntar.
När man äter banan eller glass (på pinne) ska man aldrig, aldrig någonsin titta någon i ögonen. Så mycket har jag i alla fall lärt mig.

2 veckor, 5 kilo och 2 månader

Jag fick inte betalt för min semester. 2 veckor utan lön. Och tandvärk och tandläkarräkningar upp över öronen. Jag måste ju dit fastän jag inte har råd - ibland värker det ända till bakhuvudet. Så jag drar in på allt. Mat. Nu har jag gått ner 5 kilo på 2 månader. Äter man inte ordentligt funkar inte hjärnan som den ska. Det märks. Idag orkar jag faktiskt knappt leva. Särskilt inte när man går in på facebook och ser alla andras lyckliga liv. Det får mig att funderar på det naturliga urvalet och jag tänker att jag kanske är en sådan som borde sållas bort, som sakta sållas bort.

Men det är ändå ingen fara. Jag har en tillfällig svacka. Det är så man får tänka.
Oliver skrev en gång i ett sms att jag var den tappraste person han kände. Jag vill tro att det ligger en hel del sanning i det. Dessutom är imorgon en annan dag.

Gustaf Fröding

On the radio, a swedish rock band has decided to interpret the swedish poet Gustaf Fröding. He was great.

A love song

I purchased my love for money,

there was nothing else I could get,

sing angelic, you rasping strings,

sing angelic of lovers yet.

That dream, that never came true,

that dream was angelic to get,

for him, who is banished from Eden,
is Eden an Eden yet.


Original by G. Fröding, published in the collection Gralstänk, 1898.
English translation by P.O. Kristensson, 2011.

Quincy Jones and Lemons



What was I to do? Everyone left for vacation...

...And left me here.
That's not the complete truth, but few things are.

I feel sad.
Gosh we need nice music. Like this!

Picture by Terry Border

The Ronettes and lips

You know how it is... you meet someone and like them, but not especially much, nor especially little. 
And then one fine day (pon inteneded, but explained later), after lots of other fine days, it hits you. In the gutt or solar plexus, right between the eyes, straight in the heart or wherever it feels the most.
And you're like: "Goddamn I really love you!"

That's like me and The Ronettes, this past Saturday at 2-isch pm.

In other news: I just had to upgrade my lips.

Misslyckat skämt 1.0

Veckans mest misslyckade skämt.

Kollega 1: Ska du till systemet nu?
Kollega 2: Ja, man får ju inte glömma det viktigaste.
Jag: Och annars kommer man ju inte lyckas med att glömma bort hela helgen sen.

Totalt tystnad.

The Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever puppy conversation

My co-worker brings her pup to work.
Later.

Male co-worker: Did you see the dog?

Me: Yes. Wasn't it cute?!

Male co-worker: Yup. It's totaly sickening...

Before I die...

I want to build a proper tree house.

Like this one:

 

It should also contain the following:

Ur artikeln (http://www.aftonbladet.se/nyheter/article14662131.ab) "Den kvällen drogades 25-åringen med en köttpaj som innehöll sömnmedel." Och det var precis när jag läst det som jag bestämde mig för att äta paj till lunch.

One work related ponder and one epiphanie - En jobbrelaterad tanke och en insikt

Pondering: Why my mobile phone only lasts 10 meters away from my office. Kinda takes away the poing of the phone being "mobile".

Epiphanie: That one form of happiness can be being the first one in line to the coffemaschine. Hence sadness can be if you have to spend 10 minutes of your well-earned break being last in line.


Fundering: Varför räcker min bärbara telefon bara max 10 meter ifrån mitt kontor/rum. Det tar liksom udden av hela finessen med att den är bärbar.
Insikt: Att en form av lycka kan vara att komma förs av alla i kön till kaffeautomaten. På samma sätt som olycka kan vara att spendera 10 minuter sist i samma kö.

Being a champion and 127 Hours

On Thursday we became the reigning champions of a local popquiz, which ment that I was wrong when I told O earlier that day that my day just peaked as a reslut of him qouting a twitter frenzy from a couple of years ago. This had to do with someones realisation about the movie "127 hours" - "If you watch 127 hours backwards it's acutally a really hopeful movie about a guy who finds his arm."

Bread at the office

Kollegor:

- ... Och Lotta vek ner sig.

- Ja, som ett jäkla tunnbröd!


Colleagues:
- ... And Lotta bent over.
- Yes, like a bloody bread!

Nap-King