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).

Benrik diaries - Swedish-gang-tasking

Etnografiska Museét, Stockholm 10.00 am

I was first to arrive on scene.
No benrikans in sight, no staff in sight, in fact no people in sight.
So I decided to take look around.
Upstairs, downstairs...
Found a nice but weird museum, it had a collection of photographs I easely could have examined more closely, this native american room with couches and a small exhibition in honour of totem’s... but I really had other things on my mind; meet benrikans, strip an Englishman.

So I strolled back to the entry, I figured I needed to obtain some kind of map in order to find out witch room G really was and that’s when Miss B. stood there with her book and everything.
"Well, there you are, here we are... and... no one else..." (apart from this old couple who turned out to be Swedish.)
Two confused benrikans in the G-room.
"Where's Nicka and where's the Englishman?"
The suspense almost killed me!
Or, well, that's kind of an over-statement but anyway...
Soon enough Nicka appeared, laughing.

We hung around, Nicka looked at some key-chains,
"I collect them" she said.
And then, due to lack of Englishmen we went for some coffee, anxiously looking for muffins since we decided we needed them more urgently than that Englisman, but we couldn't find any muffins either. Set-back.
We had coffee outside (it's a lovely and sunny day in Stockholm), gossiped about benrik/benrikans and I was very impressed when Nicka showed her edition of the calendar - hers is nametaged!

Eventually the time came for some action. Find that Englishman, etcetera.
So we went back to the G-thing, looked around. Saw this young man (who later turned out to be very nice) who we sneaked up on. And the rest, as they say, is history.... ;-)

(See Nickas next blog for continuation and pictures.)


Evaluation:
Surprise 1: That Miss B. wasn't blonde (somehow I thought she would be).
Surprise 2: That's there wasn't more benrikans there... I mean the book sold plenty and even tho' not many Swedes Blog about it I figured a few more would have showed up, just out of curiosity or nakedness.
Disappointment 1 and 2: No Muffins and this lack of Englishmen... What the hell?

All-in-all it was really nice to meet both Nicka, Miss B and René. : )

Benrik diaries - Note from beyond control

Had a course in theatre all week. Not the right place to try and be invisible really…
The best thing I could do was to mysteriously disappear a few times…

Work-wise they gave me a system to manage.
So now I can comfortably say: "I've got a system!" : )
I’m gonna make it a really good system.
Possibly the best one ever.

QX diaries - The world just got up from the bath-tub

He laughs his most adorable laugh and I think about how I’m not worthy. But still… there’s this joy in hearing him laugh. Sharing that moment.

Across the table Anna looks at me with worried eyes and this morning I woke up thinking about how I’m crawling here, and what day is it? Am i supposed to be at work? When I realise I’m not i curl back into bed and stay there until 11:30.

I read:
”my teacher in Swedish said: The world just got up from the bath-tub.
That’s the only wise thing that teacher ever said and I’m very happy I was there to hear it and didn’t skip class."
I was amused when I read that.

At some point I sat on my balcony and remembered the time when I hurt my back and had to stay home for three weeks. I couldn’t do anything but drink tea and read. I listened to Ella Fitzgerald and Louie Armstrong too. Read the James Ellroy quartet.
Looking back those where good days.
What does that really mean?

Washing up and cleaning stuff. I wanted to get rid of some books and at a sudden burst of something I rang my neighbours door and asked if she wanted them. She did and then she told me about one of the other buildings that share a book-shelf. Like a small library. We came to the agreement that she would donate my books there after reading them.
I feel satisfied.

Benrik diaries - Muslimism and other hedon-thingy-things

I can be practical when I really, really want to.

So I've decided to be practical about trying out the major religions. Hence I'm Muslim today and Pagan on Friday.... just 'cause we celebrate midsummer here - a hedon slash Swedish tradition. We'll eat raw fish, dance around a huge (a Phallos) pole which is decorated with flowers and grass (a mighty symbol of fertilization).
Did I mention that we pretend to be pigs when we do the dance? Funky!

I also plan to get intoxicated and fall asleep somewhere in the woods - at one with nature... (Yes, I'm leaving the city).

And...

"If you've never seen an elephant ski, you've never been on acid."



Oh well...
Muslimism:
Mecka is south-east and I did morning prayers, and lunch and lunch again…

Hereby I'm also declaring a holy war against Israel and would like to use this time and space to state the following (aimed to the officials of Israel):

According to this holy calendar I follow I am spending today being a muslim. (Benrik - this calendar will change your life) And I've decided to start a holy war against you... my demands is that you end the occupation of Palestine and the oppression of the Palestine people.
Since I haven't got as gun or anything... I'm fighting this war by means of prayer to the great Allah. I pray for him to kill me during this struggle, to prove that I am a really great warrior. (I'm really doing some hard-core-praying). By dying during prayer for a free Palestine it will grant me a place close to him in the afterlife.
Consider yourselves warned! Surrender and I’ll stop! - Until tomorrow when I'm off to explore Judaism.

Allah achba!

p.s. If you have any suggestions for things to do tomorrow please let me know.