Category: Doodles

goddam blasted viruses and bacterium! a pox on them!

they are treating my body as a time-sharing condo in the tropics; coming here to chill out for a week and try out fun activities. like “oh, let’s take the kids down the upper colon and frolic the afternoon away!”.

my throat and head is aching and at the moment i do more spitting than swallowing. ha. ha.

i slept really well last night. standing in the shower i recall what i was dreaming about.

somehow, i had done the mafia some favours, and had gotten a check for 60 million SEK. i carried this check around and fell very lighthearted.

now. what do you think that i was going to do with all this money? in my dream, in what is supposed to be a bastion of the wild and unfettered imagination, what did i do with 60 million SEK? did i plan a trip to the moon or hire milla jovovich to sit on my face?

no. i was looking forward to paying my student loans, and my biggest concern was if i was supposed to pay tax on the money since they had originated from the mafia anyway.

so, to recoup: i am so boring right now that you cannot believe how boring i am. even my dreams are boring. seriously, stay away from me people, lest you catch whatever brain rot has me in it’s grip. i’m done for. think well of me when i’m gone or something.

Web 3.5 will be all about turnips. If you don’t get it, well, you just don’t. Loser

I’d like to apologise for not posting much the past week.

And this isn’t much in the way of making amends, but anyway:

* My back was hurting. Then it stopped. Now it’s hurting ever so slightly again.
* I cough something awful. There’s something charming about that.
* Nice party past weekend, even though I’m slightly under the weather.
* Someone crashed the party and the alcohol dried up. I have video!
* Yes yes, I’ll post the video later tonight
* Looked at my bank account and almost cried last Sunday.
* I’ve spend fifteen hours looking and calling for work. I need work. Moniez. If you prick me, do I not bleed? If I’m hungry, shouldn’t you give me food? That fucking computer I’ve been saving coins for looks further and further away…

As far as the studies go:
* The poster is done. Need to print it. Will post gif later.
* The “Appropriate christmas” soundproject is halfway done. Need to mix it and put up a homepage
* Haven’t done shit about the lockpicking project past week. Will do s’more tonite.
* Essay has a deadline for Friday? Friday? Moly mackarel Batman! That’s no way close to funny! Golly!
* I’m skipping a trip with the class because I’m too broke. How fucking depressing is that? On the other hand, I’m pretty good at convincing myself that I don’t like to travel, so I’ll be fine.

Ok. Now I need to go back degrading myself by whoring my time and effort in exchange for currency that is not made out of “good will” or “chocolate”.

Well. That’s interesting. Never happened to me before. Whenever i talk it’s like I’m taking a dump. Speaking in gasps. Can’t. Breathe. Properly. Nor type.

Aarg : Lumbago

And I’m in an Arduino workshop all week. Have a hard time focusing on it, frankly. I’m busy finding links to how to get rid of the pain! The pain!

* there is a good reason why you hate windows: there are no standards, no accountibillity, you get pushed between vendors who point the finger at the other one, your browser plugin might interefere with the copy-past function in a sound application that doesn’t install properly anyway.

* the main reason why you hate windows is because you don’t know how it works and it makes you feel like a stupid child.

* if you’ve lost the 9$ you had invested in online poker, the first impulse should not be to transfer more money unless you plan on learning from your mistakes and not go all-in with two pairs against an obvious flush. fuck.

i don’t want to sweat the poster too much. currently it’s six different variations along the same punky theme. i need to spice it up a bit, twist it a bit, and tweak it a bit, but i’m hoping to be more or less done tomorrow.

two colours + paper white works. less colours, less mess – i’m silkscreening this and the alignment is never perfect.

feedback is much appreciated. oh, and would you buy this for yourself or someone else? what price point? i could go the limited edition, signed prints way, or the hey, a cute & bitter & trashy poster way, and the price will change accordingly.

i’ve already spotted one spelling error, and i’m sure there are others. lemme know.

and going through my music library i found this: DJ nono / Fuck Happy

winter arrived officially in gothenburg yesterday. it’s now really fucking cold™ and i should start wearing longjohns and a big thermo-coverall and not leave the house unless there’s a lifethreatening situation.

so. past couple of days using images:

uno) i’m fiddling with the layout of the “what i’ve learned…” poster, and might go for a more gender neutral title to allow both sexes to enjoy the bitterness.
dos) i woke up yesterday and this was the view outside the window
quarter) some sassy sources claim that my hair is now quite close in appearance to “brandon” in beverly hills.
zink) i drink a lot of coffee. too much to bother washing the cup in between refills days months, and this is how it looks sideways (for example, if you’re laying with your head on the desk while gently hyperventilating, this image is a fair representation).

i’m modelling later today. in two hours in fact. i’m getting slightly freaked. only ever so slightly.

A stupid part of my brain agreed to do nude modelling this thursday. so i’m reading up on this whole pose thing. I found a good article about someone whose experience I might soon be sharing: Slinky-linky

Earlier today I tried to stand still for fifteen minutes. I got so focused on holding still that any tremors I had made me feel like an epileptic seizure victim.

More linky:
Swedish organisation for models: www.kyo.se

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This was fun. I actually smiled and chuckled and then got the wow, this was kool reaction. Control a bunch of lights in Stockholm by using your cellphone, and watch the change through a live video feed here. The project is called “colour by numbers” and isn’t all that original (CCC has done similar things as well as a ton of other groups) but it’s very well executed and you can see the results almost instantly.

I made it all red. Then all green. Then all blue, and finally mixed the blue and green. Ooooh – shiny.

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Here’s a good example of making me want something: nuance.com.
it’s a video demo of a speech recognition software, with a follow up “keep up with me by typing” challange. And just to mess with me, they used “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog…” – which is meant to use all the letters of the alphabet and is a bitch to type fast.

On a good day I get 80 wpm, but even though that’s quite ok for a non-professional, their demo really got me re-evaluating my skillz. Good for them, sucky for me. Too bad it’s a pc only app.

Past week:
Friends that are not on friendly terms which makes me feel like a child caught between divorcing parents again, one friend I’m slightly pissed off at, one woman who made my heart go ouch and one woman who might be un-ouching it, while other people have privacy issues with the blog, and I’m slowly but surely running out of money.

Seen in relative terms, I really have no cause for complaints. I’m even coming to grips with some sort of life artistique, in that I might be able to put together one of those hated artist statements.

Artist statement in short: The process is the interesting bit. Learning lockpicking and reading about the esthetic of hate and global social movements seen from a non-west point of view, and fixing our leaking faucet using wax instead of a bought plastic drainpipe.

On the project description of guiltyguiltyguilty.org I wrote that I’d like to be a superhero known as the facilitator, and the image has stuck in my mind. It’s not that I’m only passing on information or helping people find stuff, I like to scrutinize ideas and debate things and even though I often end up going for the lowest common denominator (e.g. ending up in existentialism territory, what with personal morals and relativity) I’m good. Seriously.

It’s not the facilitating itself that I’m into. It’s seeing my behaviour as a valid approach to art practice: It’s not the end product, it’s not the documentation or anything tangible (necessarly) that is the art, it’s the combination of seeking things out and manifesting the combination of those as new queries – occasionly producing a work of art, but not striving towards it.

Actually, this is the closest thing to an artist statement that I’ve gotten.

Of course I could write that i’m fascinated by all the things that make up human existence. But that’s just so lame and filler. There needs to be a boundry of my interests. How about I’m interested in people as a phenomena, but not interested in the people themselves. Is that good enough? That would mirror my approach to an artistic practice, even though it’s still somewhat fuzzy around the edges (and slightly sociapathic).

I’m working on a poster entitled “twenty things i’ve learned from women i’ve been together with in a more or less chronological order & in a horribly simplified fashion”. I’m thinking about going about this thing much the same way i did the relationship evaluation form a couple of years ago: I sat down with different friends at different times and jotted down their suggestions, ending up with a two page questionére.

Obviously, if I’m soliciting suggestions from others, then the whole biographical overtone might seem diluted. I’d argue that it’s more or less stilistic help – most people have had a couple of relationships, and been both the asshole and the one being assholed and all shades of shit in between, and I’m quite certain that barring extreme gender role experiences men and women have similar experiences.

So see this as an invitation to post comments with sentences or sentiments pertaining to what you’ve learned from relationships. Bitter, honest and funny are key words here.

As a sidenote, of course this project was born out of bitterness and an emotional trainwreck, but it’s flexing it’s legs and moving about on it’s own by now, and I’ll want to have this as a finished poster in two weeks time or so. I’m thinking like one of those cabare type posters: Different typefaces, all scribbly and crap, and some hand lettering and my horrendous drawings as well.

The above idea has an imposed time limit because I’d like to finish it before a sell-your-soul art fair in a couple of weeks. The second thing I’d like to do is to finally use those 9GB of xmas songs i downloaded last year. A one hour horrendous mix containing all the songs, running simultaniously but within different freaquency ranges. I did a small scale version of this a while back, and it’s just as nauseating as it sounds – nightmarish low AM-radio type ambient. Just the thing to set the correct christmas spirit, I’d say.

Jolly fuck. Just had another uplifting msn chat. MSN is turning into this goddam minefield. About the only person left in my 40-something list that I’m actually talking to is my dad. And that’s mostly business. I’m gonna bloody print all the chat-logs and use those as a diary. Maybe i should take a hint and fake my own death and start over: Too many things on my to-do list regarding people.

Fun with your body:
I think I’ve lost almost all the subcutanious fat on my legs. As a result, my legs look like they’re bending inwards. Hum. All pain, no gain?