Tag: Doodles

I can’t imagine why someone would try to bring gameknot.com down – it’s the chess site where I hang out and get beat by people from around the world. I guess someone was losing worse than I and decided to kill the server.

To prepare for the trip next week, I drank 10×25¹⁰ bacteria, all contained in one small vial of Dukoral. I drank something so tiny containing so many individual organisms and now they gonna help me not shit myself. It’s way cool.

I was reading over the blog of a photo editor, and he commented that some photographers are good at smiling people, others are not. I haven’t thought about it previously, but this platitude actually hit home with me, and I’m definitely not in the “smiling” camp. Above is Hanna trying to ignore the camera.

I’m all for showing ass by low-hanging pants, but once you do it automatically, withouth being aware of it and not bothering to have pretty underwear, it sort of looks stupid. In this guys case, it wasn’t so much stupid as it was ill-fitting

These are mostly pictures from last wednesday at Uppåt Framåt. I really should update more often. If anyone has a suggestion for a offline blog editor that isn’t annoying while allowing me to scale/crop/upload images and videos, I’ll be all over it like a bucket of semen in a bukkake matinée.

And last saturday I was working in a bar until half five in the morning. Working is a good way to:

1) Earn money.
2) Save money.

Which I cannot believe i just wrote. All i want is to sit at the other side of the bar, doodling on a napkin and discretely and shyly watch women in the mirror behind the bartender. While pouring alcohol i had the company of Sine, seen here blowing smoke six in the morning while waiting for a tram.

The past week and weekend has seen me doing three things:

* Calling companies for work.
* Playing chess and drinking beer.
* Getting inoculated for hepatitis a&b.

Oddly enough, I don’t worry as much as maybe I should.

Ever since I left for Iceland a couple of years ago, returning with a passable Icelandic and general confusion, I haven’t had any specific goals set. Getting in at HFF was not something that was only up to me to accomplish, so that wasn’t as much a proper goal as a wish. Once I got in it I felt awesome. And now, five years later, I’m sort of drifting along a bit too much.

I have great friends, live rather comfortably and am healthy. The stuff I worry about are the same stuff that most other people worry about; money, sex, happiness.

I could do well with more of all three, granted, but it seems like such a waste of time. I would like to worry about something that isn’t an abstract non-issue. (or in case of money, a manifestation of your abstracted self-worth) Of course I’d love to have glorious sex and spend a week drunk, but those things are not supposed to take up so much of ones time – they are the things we do when we are not doing other things. Like curing cancer, or becoming really good at baking.

And while I’m looking for work, any work, I’m occasionally drifting off into willy-wonka land, imagining what I would like to do. Drifting away isn’t very hard when all the vacancies I find have such a perky and up-beat note to them that I stare in disbelief: No one can honestly be this fucking optimistic about offering an evening-job at a call-center. I once interviewed for a two week job carrying crates at a supermarket (see prole) and the interview took one hour where I had to pointificate on how my arts degree would benefit the working place. I almost cried.

Maybe what I should learn is to relax and chill, man.

I am now inoculated against hepatitis a&b, so I should be ok with whatever it is that gives one hepetatis in Tunisia. We are leaving in three weeks time, and I’m looking forward to it. In the meantime I’ll be drinking cheep stuff, smoking as much as I can afford, and start up enough projects that unless I finish some of them I’ll have to move out of shame, in disgrace.