Vamos a la Playa!

Barcelona tickets are in the house! They got a bit more expensive than expected, but I have decided to refuse to dwell on such small details when the Capital of Dance is three weeks away. I am glad to say that this seems to be yet another historical fall. Oh how bussy/entertained our biography-writers will be! H-e-l-l Y-e-a-h!

VAMOS A LA PLAYA.

Break the Bubble Baby

OK, here we go. I have a new obsession, & as always, Stina beat me to it. It it called 'Bubbelspelet' & it involves Bamse, bubbles & hard concentration. My record so far: 900 points / 2 bubbles left. Marcus got a higher score, but more bubbles left. Now go on, try to beat me. It's oooohn!

Let the bubble-popping begin here:

http://www.bamse.net/spel/spelFlash8.asp?spelUrl=preload_bubblor.swf

Postal Serviced Love for You & You & You & You

Here's a new project (found on the webpage for Malmö, about an exhibition or something like it, anyways, not the point, the point is:)

'Du kan även posta en egen skattkarta över dina smultronställen till en okänd men förhoppningsvis lycklig malmöbo i utställningens brevlåda.'

Meaning more or less; the ability to post a map of your favorite places in Malmö to a random & complete stranger. I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

So far I've decided to tell strangers about:

Mido Livs

Ace's

Jeriko

Barista

The bench outside my Aunt's House

The crazy tree by the lakes

Hm. There must be more goldspots in Malmö. Just give me some more time.

So, who's with me? Let the postal serviced love begin!

(The only thing bothering me is that I know it would never ever happen to ME that an envelope full of a stranger's love would show up in the mailbox. Oh well, if you want to see a flower bloom - plant one, or some other hippie-crap-saying. The revolution of love is just around the corner!)

There's a 'Fest' in 'Festival'

It's been a week long party. The Malmö Festival isn't the best festival in the world. But it's definitely not the worst either. Especially not with international visitors, wine & dance dance dance. (Hoes' Unit Unite!)

Oh, & one more thing:

Want a piece of us? (You know we could kick your ass.)

Monday Reflections 19:12

You know, there're things I never thought I'd have to forgive in this life. Like this:

There's also things I never thought I'd be lucky enough to see. Like this:

Or this:

So I guess I can't be that disappointed with life after all.

Kate Neckel Rocks

Here's a little add on to my links; Kate Neckel is the coolest chick in NYC. Check out her awesome drawings, illustrations etc. here: www.kateneckel.blogspot.com & DO IT NOW!

The Way It's Done

The way I've decided to lead my life (hell yeah):


Jag ska stjäla era drömmar jag ska äga era barn.

& jag ska ta ett ord från
varje dikt ska ta ett
ord ur varje
mun på varje
man alla män ur alla
samhällskikt med
vackra läppar vackra armar smala
höfter att
skava mot mina varje man från
Kirseberg till
Kina jag
ska stjäla era
drömmar jag ska röva
era barn & hundar kanske
katter mostrar systrar tanter &
bröder jag
ska
fylla dom med
sex med pop med tomma öl-
burkar ord som
blöder självmordsfall &
serieskurkar i
hängslen, keps &
overall
ska

fylla era förstasidor äga era
streetstrider ska äta alla
alfabeten mens jag sjunger för
poeterna dansar med raketerna jag
ska
lära upp profeterna,
knulla med
planeterna & dom
heta esteterna, varenda en med
dom toviga håren, smala låren billiga
cigg & fickorna fulla med
bussbiljetter plektrum &
kondomer från igår
natt i förrgår dag i förra veckan eller
när det nu var haha jag

ska
rimma för rebellerna rymma
med internerna svälta
med modellerna & slåss för
slumbordellerna, för
sammeten för smutsen
för
brösten & mamsellerna ska

skrika med dårarna brista
med vårarna & stelna i
kapp med
liken på
bårarna du vet
det du vet
det jag ska
samla varje skrapsår varje morrhår tonårs-
hjärta tågspår ska

sova i rännstenen rocka
rockscenen räcka
fyra varv runt jorden eller iallafall
inkonstentréen när jag
brinner som mareld som
julljus, hat &
fotogen

jag brinner som thinner som
kärlek som
försvinner som dagar som
går & nätter i
dubbletter i allt det
fina vi får det
vackra vi minns vi samlar & att

gilla att man gillar att
man finns, du

vet det, jag

ska
stjäla era drömmar äta
er som
kex som popcorn tablettaskar &
sex ska

fylla era flaskor färga era
tungor
blå som
billigt vin som koffein ska
skaka era ådror som kokain som lika
delar amfetamin & mormors receptbelagda
mormorsmedicin

jag ska ta ett ord ur
varje mun ur varje dikt & varje
låt ett
hjärtslag mellan
varje andetag &

låtsas vara förvånad när ni
älskar mig som
sommardagar, samlar

mig som
stadsbidrag, som

stadsbidrag &
misstag.

I Can Feel the Beat

Familjen

+

The red gold

= Party.

Simpsonized!

I have been Simpsonized!

www.simpsonizeme.com

Barcelona Bum Bag, Bitches!

I've made a bum bag for Barcelona (thieves everywhere, seriously, as soon as you're out the door you better be sure where your things are) - now all I have to do is figure out how to look cool in it.

I made a pin cushion too. It's a rabbit. It is blind & mouthless (I ran out of patience), & adorable. That's why i constantly stab it with pin needles.

15 Sweet Seconds of Fame

My dad is cooler than your dad. (& my mom too.)

http://www.trelleborgsallehanda.se/article/20070807/TRELLEBORG/708060093

David Ekberg got some shit totally wrong, but who cares.


'- Jag har en maskin på gång, behovet ökar hela tiden, säger Mikael och stöter huvudet i ett lysrör.'

Aaah, 15 sweet seconds of fame. You know, after all the time, sweat & effort I've put into this company, it feels good to finally get some cred for it. This is the part about me:

'Förutom dem själva har de tre deltidsanställda.'

I'm guessing the other two must be my brother & aunt. Yup. I'm a celeb. Adore me.

Bored-at-work-doodling.

Plant Eating Tuesday Fighter (It's pancake time!)

This day did not start out the way Tuesdays are supposed to. Tuesdays have for years now been my friends & allies in the fight against the weekdays. They're cool, they're chill, their perfect distance to any weekend justifying your laziness. This week isn't over in awhile. I started it yesterday, I'll finish it tomorrow. Ah -glorious Tuesday!

Not this one though. I was so tired this morning I thought I'd gone blind. The day then proceeded with me burning myself on everything I toughed / saw / came close to / even thought of. I now carry marks from:

Coffee (on tongue)

Frying pan

Mini-burner (melting plastic string)

Melted plastic (see previous

Quorn Ball

It's not fair, & it hurts. Anyways, I decided not to let this Tuesday get away with it. Finally got off work, & simply decided to find some things that make me happy.

Here they are:

Some Jan Stenmark illustrations.

Johnny Depp & a duck (again.)

Veggie buttons from Cut + Paste.

Sidecar - Plaza Real 7 - Barcelona.

The best trees in the world. (From Michigan travels.)

That this is getting closer every day.

That this is getting even closer.

Kate Neckel's illustrations: http://kateneckel.blogspot.com/

Pretty flyers. (This one from Copenhagen.)

Intoxicated lovers.

Oh, &I found a list of Swedish swearing that Megan sent me awhile ago, I had forgotten just how funny it actually is. A few teasers:

Gå och dö! - Go and die!

Den fete jäveln slog mig - The fat son-of-a-bitch hit me

Ditt jävla ägg - You fucking egg (stupid fuck)

Förbannade hönsjärna! - Damn chickenbrain!

Din lilla äckliga räka - You little disgusting shrimp.

Kratta - Rake

Jävla tolle - Fucking turd (mostly used in the south of Sweden)

Gå och lägg dig i ett hål och dö - Go and lie in hole and die.

Titta, en örn med liten snopp! - I will bash your head into a wall!

I'm sorry, but you just have to admire this persons vocabulary, English skills, Swedish skills, & excessive amount of spare time. I don't know if the fact that he calls people shrimp, or the way he spells 'hjärna' makes him cooler. Any wich way, he's one cool dude. (I don't know why I assume this to be the work of a man. It might be the continuus referring to penises in other phrases, that I decided to save your sensitive eyes from.)

& finally I'm gonna go make some pancakes for dinner now, listening to 'Town Called Malice' with T-Rex on repeat . Hah - take that, stupid Tuesday! Not so boring anymore, are we?!

In other words: I win.

Peace.

H-h-h-h-hee-eey yaaa.

It's August again - somehow it feels like the last years of my life have been one long haze of Augusts. They come & they go, this constant stream of month number eight & I guess it makes some kind of sense considering that I for a few years now have been following the sun around the world, continuously on my way to something new. I have discovered that August is not neccessarily just a page in the calendar - it can also be a state of mind.

- How are you?

- I'm good, how are you?

- I don't know dude, I've been feeling very August lately.

Here's the thing:

Here's the other thing:

Oh right, & then there's this thing too:

Yup, life is easy on a boat in the Medditerranien Sea, it's even very easy. & there are so many things we haven't discovered in the city of sunsets & cheap wine & techno beats. Like this. Or this. At least not all of it. Yet. Haha.

Oh, & we didn't even get our lazy asses over to Bikini! I'm about to book a flight to the capital of dance again, come mid September we are Barcelona bound, & it is making me very happy. I miss the bobbing of the boat, falling asleep at sunrise, the long walks, great clubs, the free drinks & the feeling of total freedom only adventures can give you.

Have you ever wondered what heaven's like? Me too. & I'm sure we'll find out real soon. But schhh, don't tell anyone. The boat can only hold so many people, you know.

Barcelona here we come.