Category: Doodles

i just returned from a lecture by richard stallman. i tried to get some friends of mine to go, any friend actually, but when not even those who i thought were into computers and free and/or open software knew who he was i felt a bit crestfallen.

so i crammed into the draken cinema alongside a crowd of 99% sweaty men and listened to rms preach about gnu/linux and the four basic human rights as they relate to computer software. i’ve read most of it before, but it’s nice to see the man himself deliver. i had to leave when the q&a started, but caught enough to hear him berate the questioners as more or less imbeciles. he’s such an adorable geek in that way – if you don’t do your homework or ask silly questions he’ll call you on it.

(a photographic curiosity is that a guy at the other side of the room took a flash photo at the same time as i took mine, so i actually caught his flash. not that big odds of that happening.)

as of two days back, i’m a working kind of guy. from eight in the morning until five in the evening i’m behind the counter at the photo store, trying to imitate someone who actually knows what they are talking about. ok, most of the time i know more than the person asking me, but it’ll take a while to get the hang of it.

the past two days have been spent learning the antique system that they use for shipping and receiving. the stupidity of the system employed (which entails printing out seven different papers, using two printers, and a bunch of different computer apps) is baffling. if computers, and especially computer applications, can be said to have developed over the years, then the applications used in this instance are technically retarded. if you think i’m using the expression in a derogatory fashion you might want to refer to a dictionary.

at the same time, i’m filling out a questionare about chewing gum of all things. a gum manufacturer has given me a bunch of gum samples and thinks that they will benefit from me answering questions like:
I feel refreshed while chewing this gum
I feel refreshed after chewing this gum
I can imagine chewing this gum while reading or studying
I can imagine chewing this gum while walking, driving, using public transportation and/or bicycling.

me and a coworker (whom i gave one piece of gum out of the alotted six) agreed that this gum was best suited for “standing around” and/or “talking”. it was also a bit too soft. i can’t begin to imagine the amount of money the manufacturer has to shell out to get this nonsensical information that somehow will end up with yet another type of regular, fucking, gum.

seeing as i might appreciate some cheering up, anna and jan suggested they make dinner yesterday. awfully nice of them since my eyes lack a certain zest if not outright will to live after working (people work nine hours a day for a living? insane!)

anna has family visiting as well, so the dynamic duo decided to swag it up a bit and do a non-vegan concoction that would be esthetically pleasing, taste good, and (i imagine) be really cool and elaborate. so they dug out some cheese and bacon and chicken, had fish and shrimp for starters, and actually put the work in to make their own mayonnaise.

besides going out to get some pepper and lemon, i sat comatose in my room until someone calls out to me. tired, but glad that i don’t have to cook anything, i step innocently into the hall. the aroma sort of stops me in my tracks. i check to see if all that working and biking in the day has turned me into a walking pile of sweat, but sweat doesn’t smell like that. this is the smell of death. somehow the combination of fowl, egg, rotten cheese, fried chicken and whatnot has melded into something from CSI. you know when grissom or one of the others step into a room and immediately throw their hands up before their faces, saying Oh, God! What is that?. it was the smell of three hookers and their pimp left dead in a shipping container. and not the “pretty woman” type of hooker.

my food was very good once i stopped breathing through my nose though. tomorrow is a day off, and i plan to sleep until eight. at least

let’s do this in pictures and videos, shall we?

in stockholm i went to the first of may demonstration with the anarcho-syndicalists. strenght in numbers is a good thing, and it feels good to be reminded that there is a political alternative and that other people might not be as absent from it as i am. after that i saw a bunch of wild rabbits in a tiny park – how they manage to thrive in downtown stockholm is beyond me, but there you go. my david attenborough moment. bonus material: taking the last commuter train home, some ants eating an apple, and me doing the drunk-look-in-the-mirror routine at a hff get-together.

i came back to gothenburg last saturday to help with taking the exhibition at konsthallen down. this is a time lapse video i made of it using the built in camera and gawker. the first video is of the deconstruction and painting of one corner, the second video is of the packaging of all the prints and thingies. a mad amount of work. one image every fifteen seconds in both vids:

in order of appearance:
– error message on the bus. blurry picture because i’m drunk.
– mom, brother and i. from a series of fifteen pictures.
– this is the reason you don’t keep open razors in the same bag pocket as your cellphone. it happened on the train back from sthlm, and some other passangers freaked because of all the blood. it’s still raw and i can’t type properly.

and last but not least: don’t even bother watching the new spiderman movie. it sucks in obvious ways, and more subtle ways. it’s not worth even downloading – i ended up fast forwarding through most of it. these people don’t even know how to use special effects properly fer crying out loud. oh, and tell me that this isn’t a freudian slip on the behalf of the director: spiderman is battling sandman and black spiderman with the american flag as a backdrop. i mean, c’mon. is this a too obvious reading?

up at seven. at home at eight. i’m so fucking tired. and my “friends” are mocking me, offering such helpful remedies as:

1) a quiet jerk off in the bath
2) pre-chewed food that they can feed me with, like a small bird.

they were just teasing of course, in that friendly yes, we are laughing at you but we like you kinda way. heartwarming, really.

because of lack of sleep, food and health, i was silently cursing everyone in the hall until someone brought food and made coffee. i wished harm upon them in an embarrasing amount. a dull inner voice would say things like –if you move the hammer one more time i hope you die.

good thing i’m such a calm and non-violent person. (that way, when i finally snap, they can all say “he was always the calm and non-violent person, we don’t get it”)

because i’m a cretin i stayed up last night watching death of a president, which was a well done mockumentary of the coming assasination of george bush. well done, but not all that interesting in itself.
mockumentaries are interesting as a genre though; it’s basically invented news after the fact – so i had a fun time trying to piece together who would make a documentary like this in case bush got shot through the head with a frozen turd (as the case might be).
the esthetics were too somber for anything american that i’ve seen, but we only get the utter shit american documentaries over here, so i’m no judge.

bleh, i’m ranting. i’m tired and ranting. i’ll stop now.

i was helping out anna today, and what i’ve done can be divided into two parts:

1) i’m at the art hall doing nothing but listening to podiobooks because whatever i’m supposed to be doing hasn’t arrived yet.

2) i’m spraypainting some wood with golden car paint and then dress a bar in vinyl. it’s fun to feel useful and do things with your hands other than smoke, touch type and yourself.

also, i’ve been coughing like a leper ridden with tuberculosis for the past five days. i blame the tree-sperm and not dressing warm enough for a bikeride last week, but i’m sure the smoking isn’t helping. i swear i spat out a bit of my lung the other day, and my stomach muscles ache. (the excercise might be what i need to tone up before summer, but i’d rather get in shape in a less disgusting and debilitating way)

1) this is either friendly or a stab at someone slightly overweight. “dear brita! try this!! i got it from daniel but it’s too big for me. kisses / e”
2) house restoration – sometimes the old ways are perfectly fine.
3) these are lean and mean times. “gold bought. also tooth gold!”

sorta crosspost from a comment i made on warrenellis.com in regards to this post at lurkingrhythmically.blogspot.com.

cyberpunk
cypherpunk
steampunk
heliumpunk
clockpunk

“punk” is used to create subgengreas of science fiction, and it’s getting a bit worn. (and methinks i’m not alone)

what better way to kill a meme than by overusing it? let’s come up with a punk definition of the whole periodic table! either cite examples of relevant works or come up with your own.

i’ll start with lithiumpunk:
in a society that has become so obsessed with individual endevours that people have been transformed into raving lunatics, everyone is on downers to treat their mania – going to work means not using the anti-mania drugs for a week or so, reverting to a naturally occuring state of frenzy wherein you become a different subject under the law. (basically becoming a shark in feeding frenzy and not responsible for your moral actions)

typical quote: Stephens gag reflex was well honed; the rising bile forced back, as he clamoured alongside four other manii towards the customer. -Four more hours, he thought dimly, “four more hours and then he’d be on lith for a week.”

The periodic table is here: wikipedia.org

update:
as erin pointed out, the link to her homepage was fucked up. now linking to the blog at lurkingrhythmically.blogspot.com.

hanna is putting together an exhibition called “i don’t remember my lovers but i remember how i touched them,” showing who has slept with whom on a giant mindmap.

the recording is from the work in progress, and i thought that editing the names out would make it more poingant.

hanna is putting together an exhibition called “i don’t remember my lovers but i remember how i touched them,” showing who has slept with whom on a giant mindmap.

the recording is from the work in progress, and i thought that editing the names out would make it more poingant.

hanna is putting together an exhibition called “i don’t remember my lovers but i remember how i touched them,” showing who has slept with whom on a giant mindmap.

the recording is from the work in progress, and i thought that editing the names out would make it more poingant.

hanna is putting together an exhibition called “i don’t remember my lovers but i remember how i touched them,” showing who has slept with whom on a giant mindmap.

the recording is from the work in progress, and i thought that editing the names out would make it more poingant.