tisdag, april 21, 2009

New partner in crime

From here on you'll find us at http://ourlazydays.blogspot.com

Tuesday afternoon

- Come look, she said quite harshly.
- I’m coming, I said still sitting.

She had lined up all her colour pens, placing them all next to one another. Gray, violet, orange, pink, viridian, light blue, marine blur, dark blue, maroon.

I chuckled.

- It’s so you.
- What, the colours?
- Yeah, the colours, I said.

The colours. And everything else.

How I love her.

The taste of summer

Thou Shalt Comment!

Anyone heard of Facebook?

Yeah?

Compare people?

Out of 24 people, 66% believes me to be a better potential father than whoever they compared me with. 87% of the 16 people to answer reckons me to be hotter than someone.

85%, 6/7 claims that I am “more powerful”.

Let’s do that.

måndag, april 20, 2009

Overdramatized, yessir

…and now I’ve stood emotionally naked long enough to keep my feelings at bay for the rest of the year. So expect nothing more from me now, alright? I’ve emptied the bottomless pit that is the dark undiscovered side of my heart.

Oka’?

I hate crying.

Contradictions

I basically feel like shit. I look great though.

More or less.

I am, and perhaps always will be, incongruous. I will rarely hold only one colour, even if I appear to. As with my appearance (but that’s a whole other sub-chapter). If I appear to be leaning towards one side of the board, you can always rely on the fact that I am just as much on the other side as well.

Well, not always.

Exceptions are made of course, subconsciously, and she knew me. Saw all my colours, even though she would not admit some of them for herself .

And it is really too good. Everything about it.

So obviously I take a huge, stupid swing that upsets the whole order of things.

Will it ever be the same?

When You Were Young

I think it stopped when I was 11, perhaps 12. We moved that year, I think I had just turned 11. Early January, very gray as always, hardly any snow. Everything I owned was in boxes, except for Costner. I think I'll always carry him, no matter how old I am. I remember our big black car, the hurse as my grandfather calls it, packed with boxes as well as people for a change.

I really did not know where we were heading, absent-minded as I am. Mother and father knew. They had been there a few times, made sure everything was right. As kids me and my siblings never knew much of what was going on.

For the first time in my life I was going to have my own room, and perhaps it was time to grow up as well. That first night in the new apartment was spent on a mattress next to the un-assembled bed with the one and only to me familiar item, Costner. All the other stuffed animals were nowhere to be found, and when I finally discovered where they had been boxed and stored, I had grown out of my old habit.

But that first night my bed felt so empty. I could no longer stack them all next to and on top of each other to create an impenetrable wall of good-intentioned stuffed animals. For the first time since I could remember, I had nothing to protect me at night would someone (a stranger or theif, most likely) enter my room with bad intentions.

So I lay there, at the cold mattress in the middle of the room, naked at all sides.

Perhaps from that moment I started to slowly, securly, grow up.

Wishlist

What I would have done if I had not worked today.

5

5 albums on my iPod:
Viva La Vida (Coldplay)
Boxer (The National)
Oh, Inverted World (The Shins)
Soviet Kitsch (Regina Spektor)
Born To Run (Bruce Springsteen)

5 movies I’ve watched recently:
Garden State
The Land Before Time
How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days
Star Wars Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith
V For Vendetta

5 nice things that has happened recently:
I caught myself really enjoying my work.
I kissed a lovely girl.
I acquired an iPhone!
I felt the love of a friend halfway around the globe.
Spring has arrived!

5 mp3-files on my playlist:
Just Watch The Fireworks (Jimmy Eat World – Clarity)
Heart (Stars – Heart)
Kissing The Lipless (The Shins – Chutes Too Narrow)
Vy Från Ett Luftslott (Kent – Tillbaka Till Samtiden)
Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes (Fall Out Boy – Folie A Deux)

5 books I’ve read recently:
The Rules Of Attraction (Bret Easton Ellis)
Less Than Zero (Bret Easton Ellis)
The Graveyard Book (Neil Gaiman)
Arthur, King Of The Middle March (Kevin Crossley-Holland)
Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand)

söndag, april 19, 2009

Sunday night

"Friends", some fruit salad, ice cream and Swedish Easter "must". Perhaps I'll write something more later.

Until then.

...

The shitty shitty day keeps getting better.

lördag, april 18, 2009

How... Convenient

I'm blogging from my iPhone again, too lazy to start my computer (or perhaps it's just too darn convenient this blogging right from my palm).

"Brottet och straffet" on SVT 1. Watch it. Saturdays at 9.30 pm.

Always

I always snooze until the last moment. And Her being here does not make that any easier, so now I'm in a bit of a hurry...

However, after work today I'll stop by MacSupport to look for something to protect my new baby (which I'm currently writing from).

Any suggestions?

Entertainment

I'm currently blogging from my new media player/phone! I've been playing around with this little piece of heaven all night. I'm completely in love with it, the music player, the menu, everything. And just the whole touch phenomenon!

Hopefully, I won't get tired of it too soon.

fredag, april 17, 2009

iLike

I just bought a new lovely iPhone.

Excuse me, I just have to play with it for a moment.

torsdag, april 16, 2009

…a friend with weed is better, a friend with breasts and all the rest, a friend who’s dressed in leather…

I want to take the few very close friends I have, the ones here next to me as well as the ones half way across the globe, and get them all together in one place with me.

I want them to be a part of my life, see them everyday.

But that will never happen. Because they are all so different, so apart from the others. And even though that, the personal bond I have with each of them separately, is what I cherish more than anything, I would still want to not have them mutually exclusive.

…we would be paying for the import of foreign products instead of trying to actively minimize the effects of the crisis, which is not as I see it a good way to handle…

I’ve recently discovered the joy of watching the news on television. Just yesterday I found myself relaxed on the couch in front of the big screen watching Anders Borg, the Swedish minister of finance, have a presentation about the economy crisis and how to best approach it.

I could have watched something else. Something closer to what we call entertainment tv. But I didn’t.

Oh my god, am I growing up?

onsdag, april 15, 2009

måndag, april 13, 2009

Flight of the Conchords

For my lovely collegue Sofia, as we talked about it. Here they are, ready to blow your mind. ;)

torsdag, april 09, 2009

Tonight

If you’re at Slussen between 11.00 pm and 03.00 am, come visit me!

onsdag, april 08, 2009

So You Think You Know Art

It might not be perfect, but it’s just a piece that inspires me so incredibly, so completely. Even though they are far from the perfection of real, so to speak, ballet dancers, I cannot deny this routine a place in my heart.

måndag, april 06, 2009

Everyone is acting like idiots. I hate it. I can’t stand it.

lördag, april 04, 2009

Come hither

A pocket for 9 kr. That's insane.

Half price on the regular (already ridiculously cheap) sale.

That's insane.

Insanity currently rules Akademibokhandeln.

onsdag, april 01, 2009

I love dreaming

I could have woken up earlier. About two hours earlier. But I didn’t. I kept deliberately trying to fall asleep as soon as my my mind became conscious of the pillows under my head.

I wanted to keep dreaming.

Over the past weeks, I’ve experienced quite dreamless nights. Woken up remembering nothing of what my brain let me see during my sleep. This morning, however, I woke up with the clearest picture of what had just happened. The people in front of me, the events, the feelings.

And I really didn’t want to let it go.

I fell asleep again, in my stupidity, and as one always does after reaching the dream land so soon after leaving it, I dreamt of something completely different.

Yet almost as interesting.

This continued for two hours. Dreaming. Waking up. Dreaming. And so on.