Missing images, working peoples, drinking

In the odd event of you actually noticing the missing images on the blog, it’s cause my hosting company (bluehost.com) had a crash and managed to erase the last three weeks worth of uploads. Combined with rather unhelpful support, I’m once again considering paying through the nose just to get a hosting provider that doesn’t suck.

I spend the first of May helping mum painting her balcony. It’s now slightly whiter than it was. Yay. This is the first time that I don’t go to the demonstrations in eight years. I don’t feel a thing. I don’t know if I’ve lost the will to actually change anything or if I’ve grown into an utter cynic that believes that the only good political activism is assassination and sabotage, but either way my mums balcony is prettyfied with flowers and I have to put my cigarette butts in a jar with a screw-on top from now on.

I’m trying to drink more. Not so much because I enjoy getting drunk by myself, but rather because if I was a drunk at least I’d be something and I could have a reason for not taking care of stuff. As it is, I feel I’m just wasting my time. Alcoholism is a serious matter and should not be joked about lightly; it seems it’s so serious that you need more of a commitment than I’m willing to make. Fail yet again.

On the bright side, my allergies are acting up and I no longer have to pretend to be groggy to avoid the beggars on the train. I’m a glass-is-half-full kind of guy!

2008, the year of ****

I seldom listen to song lyrics – often it’s just a line that is coherent enough for me to focus on, and of course Tom Waits filters in somewhere whenever he’s gently crooning – but I might be missing out. Anna is all Morrissey Morrissey Morrissey ooh listen to the lyrics and I can’t really empathise with that, but she sent me a song of LCD Soundsystem, All my friends, and it has some really good lines.

Especially fitting since I’m in Stockholm doing something that doesn’t really resemble anything you might call living.

Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
You look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said
And you always knew you were tired, but then
Where are your friends tonight?

Yes, well, ok. I’m in good health, and except that I worry about people in Poland, I’m fucking peachy. Peachy but bored. I just hope that I won’t regret being “bored.” Last time I did we got 2007.