Wednesday, March 31, 2004

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M2
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I saw the Queen of Denmark today (no, not the Prime Minister...) I was walking on my way to work and next to me is this car with a license plate with no numbers but the image of a crown. I looked up, and there she was on the backseat. She looked tired. So was I.
This must be social democracy.
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Tuesday, March 30, 2004

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Dance like a butterfly, sink like a stone.
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A great link over at T-melt to an interesting interview with Paul Schrader (screenwriter of Taxi Driver, Raging Bull and others)

"During the counterculture of the Sixties and Seventies...Society was in flux and it was a healthy time for artists, because people were interested in what artists had to say. It was like they were asking: "Build us a little structure, build us something to give us a context for what's going on." Today, they're not looking for a building any more. They're thinking: maybe we should redo the drapes, redo the carpet..."
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Nasty Nazis™
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Complementary to the ongoing series Heroic Huns™ I will soon be launching Nasty Nazis™ - tales of the mean and the currupted.

In the meantime: Not all jews were trapped in the Concentration camps, some escaped and fought as Partisans
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Monday, March 29, 2004

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Don't worry be happy was a #1 jam.
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The classstruggle is over.
Drugs are not fun, they are bad.
Socialism was nothing but evil dictatorships, bad hygiene, and boredom.
I should consider myself lucky to live in the free and wealthy part of the world.
You can make it if you really want to.

I am a dreamer who doesn't dream any more.
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Sunday, March 28, 2004

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Tomorrow is a: Monday, repeat after me: Monday.
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Lennard Grahn:
- Drugfree
- Employed
- Single


- In short: He will bore the socks off even your ninety-five year old granny.
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Friday, March 26, 2004

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The best of both worlds.
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Poplars have always fascinated me, and WW II-era photographs too.



German civillians fleeing from the advancing Red Army, Oder river 1945.
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Wednesday, March 24, 2004

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The sixth, seventh or maybe eighth Beatle...
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Listening to the soothing music of Ravi Shankar
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Tuesday, March 23, 2004

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Dollars and sense.
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Enjoy the pleasures of The Currency Converter
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An average day.
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Bla, bla, bla Third Reich™, bla, bla, bla stooopid students! bla, bla, bla stoopid wimmin'!
bla, bla, bla, why am I not rich so I don't have to go to work!
bla, bla, bla.

bla.
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Monday, March 22, 2004

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Wot?
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Did a bit of carousing this weekend, well;
"If you want the right combinations, you got to shake the dices"

Of course you can always read this (which says the opposite...)

No, I didn't visit a Casino, but it's one posting PER DAY here at "Don't ask me...
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Saturday, March 20, 2004

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Wild is the wind.
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Because inside of him he kept the image of himself walking down a dusty road on a sunny day with the sky a towering shade of blue. Free again, and all was forgotten.
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Friday, March 19, 2004

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Welcome to my world.
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It's up and running!- but it will be a while before something really happens there:
www.lennardgrahn.dk
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Thursday, March 18, 2004

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Field trip.
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Went and had a look at the largest shopping center in Denmark - Field's just outside of Copenhagen.
An amazing place! The light! - The space! - The merchandise!
This place must be the closest you can get here in Denmark to the world of John Difool by Moebius.


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Wednesday, March 17, 2004

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Darkness on the edge of town.
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I saw a music video with The Darkness yesterday. What's the deal here? either they are the biggest cock-rockers in history or a clever follow-up to Spinal Tap!
Well, they've brought back videos with bands standing on mountain tops with a full set of Marshall-stacks...
The power supply? - They use Animal Magnetism™!
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Tuesday, March 16, 2004

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No, not the 80's band...
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I've just finished reading "Spear of Destiny" by Trevor Ravenscroft. An interesting book which claims Adolf Hitler and his associates were in fact Satanists practicing black magic (...)
Ravenscroft is a former British Army Commando and a practitioner of white magic and he lays out his claims to the occult origins of Nazism over more than 350 pages. The title of the book refers to the "Spear of Longinus" - a relic of early Christianity displayed at the Hofsburg Museum in Vienna. According to Revenscroft Hitler became obsessed with this relic when he first saw it during his youth in Vienna.
The "Spear of Longinus" is said to be the spear which was trust into the side of Jesus Christ by a Roman centurion as he hung on the cross. Miraculously water and blood spurted out from the guts of Christ - Who was believed to be dead- and this in some way secured his resurrection. Since then the spear is believed to give super-natural powers to people who know how to use these powers. Naturally they can be used both for good, or evil.
Whether you choose to believe Ravenscroft's claims or not is of course up to you, but you get an interesting insight into the intellectual climate of Germany and Austria in the years from the beginning of the 20'th century and until the end of WW II. Even when putting aside the worst prejudice about bloodthirsty Prussian militants, a decadent aristocracy, an authoritarian society in decline, the twilight world of secret societies in search of spiritual awakening, etc, etc. It is safe to say that the Nazi movement, which in the beginning had no real political program of it's own besides an aggressive German nationalism, could draw inspiration from an impressive array of crackpots who all occupied high positions in German and Austrian society!
Scientists, militarists, occultists, morfinists, even a group of Tibetan monks appear in this book which might be far fetched in it's theories, but a fascinating read for any armchair historian.
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Monday, March 15, 2004

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Old stuff.
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An interesting list of important events from The Big Bang until the year 1400 AD.
A chronology of heretical thinking.

Fun stuff: "31.000 BC: First VULVA REPRESENTATIONS (France)"
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Sunday, March 14, 2004

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Oh, carry me home where the buffalo roam.
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What to say? I spend the day taking long walks in the country. Would move there if I had the money. When I returned to the city it all came back: A rat's maze filled with paranoid lunatics feeding on aggression. And then there's the traffic...
Tomorrow I go to work again. See you next sunday!
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Saturday, March 13, 2004

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"It's so goo-ood..."
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After seeing Lost in Translation where a song from this record is featured on the soundtrack, I simply had to buy Psycho Candy by The Jesus and Mary Chain.

I bought it on vinyl when it came out in 85' but I don't think I've heard this record for fifteeen years. GREAT!
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"FREE! if you buy a pair of diamond-studded lederhosen"
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A spin-off from my research on the Hans Ulrich Rudel-posting
Aryan Heroes Action Figures

Scroll down to the bottom of the very slow-loading page - And I thought I'd seen it all!
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Thursday, March 11, 2004

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Heroic Huns™
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Hans Ulrich Rudel 1916 -1982

By anyone’s standards Hans Ulrich Rudel must qualify as one of the most unusual airmen to have entered the skies. Born in 1916 in Silesia as the son of a priest, he joined the Luftwaffe in 1936 and served in the early part of WW II as an observer flying long-range reconnaissance. During the French campaign he was still in flying school learning to fly the infamous ”Stuka” dive-bomber which was to become a hallmark of the early ”Blitzkrieg” period. Rudel finished his training after the fighting in France was over, and although he later took part of the invasion of Crete he flew outside of the actual combat zone. In fact the war didn’t really start for Rudel until June 23´d 1941 when he was posted to a unit on the Eastern Front which operated Stuka’s. From then on things went fast for him; Unlike their colleagues in the Allied air forces Luftwaffe pilots didn’t get leave after a specific number of missions but simply flew until they were killed, or needed for other duties - like training new pilots.
Subsequently Rudel had already flown 500 missions by December 1941 and on September 23´rd 1941 he accomplished the remarkable feat of sinking the Russian Battleship ”Marat”. He managed to land a bomb in the ships ammunition storage, which exploded, causing the ship to break in half and sink. Rudel was awarded the Knight’s Cross of the Iron Cross and was sent to Graz to train new Stuka pilots.
On his own demand he returned to the Eastern front in mid 1942 and in early 1943 Rudel flew his 1000´th mission. Shortly after he was posted to a new unit operating a special version of the ”Stuka”.



This version was designed to destroy Russian tanks and had a 37 mm gun mounted under each wing. The idea was that since they attacked from the air these ”Panzerknacker” (tank busters) could shoot through the thinner armour on the roof and back of the tanks and set their engines on fire or explode the tanks ammunition. Rudel’s unit was quite successful at this and he was awarded both the Oak leaves and later the Swords to his Knight’s Cross. By this time he had become a national hero in Germany, besides causing considerable damage to the Russian war effort. Apart from sinking the battleship he also sank 70 landing craft, 2 cruisers and a destroyer.
This led Josef Stalin himself to place a price of 100.000 rublers on Rudel, dead or alive, and in early 1944 Rudel was almost captured by the Russians when his plane couldn’t take off due to soft ground and he had to hide out in a forrest and swim amongst the ice flakes in the Dniestr River. Rudel’s gunner, Hentchel, regrettably drowned just a few meters from the shore, something Rudel felt guitly about for many years after the war. For this and other acts of bravery Rudel was awarded the highest decoration for bravery the Third Reich had to offer: Diamonds to the Oak leaves and Swords of the Knight’s Cross.
Despite the horrendous conditions in the last year of the war, Rudel continued flying on the Eastern front and was shot down 32 times in all, at one time returning to duty with his leg in a plaster cast. On January 1´st 1945 he was again decorated, this time personally by Hitler who awarded him The Golden Oak leaves with Diamonds and Swords to the Knight’s Cross, making Rudel the only person to receive this decoration.



It was in fact created specially for him as a response to his continuing acts of bravery. Rudel had destroyed an astonishing 519 Russian tanks, about a thousand other vehicles and guns and had flown over 2.500 missions.
In February 1945 his right thigh was shattered by anti aircraft fire and his leg had to be amputated. Naturally, Rudel had a prosthetic leg fitted and continued flying until the last day of the war when he flew his Stuka into the American zone of occupation and surrendered, of course crash-landing the aircraft to make it useless to the enemy.



Despite being almost the personification of the Nazi "Superman" Rudel was never a member of the Nazi party, but he had the greatest admiration for Hitler whom he considered a genius. After the war ended he had trouble finding employment as most Germans wanted to forget the Nazi-era where he had been such a prominent figure. In 1947 Rudel moved to Argentina where he joined many other refugees from the days of The Third Reich who had found a new friend and protector in the Argentinean president Juan Peron. Rudel worked organizing the Argentinean Air force, and even found time to climb the highest mountain in the Americas, the Aconcagua (7.020 m) During this time he published his memoirs and two books on politics, where he not only argued for a new war with the Soviet Union, but he also attacked the German officers who had plotted against Hitler in the latter part of the war, and claimed this had helped the Allies win the war.
Such views of the world were not exactly popular in post war Germany, but in the 1960’s Rudel returned to Germany where he worked as a ski instructor in Tyrol. After the war Rudel was an active supporter of small right-wing political parties in Germany which gathered many former supporters of National Socialism and he remained a controversial figure until his death in 1982.

More in-dept info and pictures at Pilotenbunker (in German)
An interesting page about Rudel and one of his Soviet opponents.
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Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

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Yes, I was an 1980's New Romantic, but today I'm fine.
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From looking at the video tape I mentioned yesterday I was at the time (1985) a New Romantic. This came after 1982-3 (spotty nerd meets the other kids) 1984 (Punk - what else?) and before my 1986-89 period as a post-punk cum artiste (black clothes, white noise, brown shoes - yes, I got it wrong again)

How to define a New Romantic? - For me it meant listening to Duran Duran and The Eurythmics, and spending a lot of money on designer sweatshirts when I wasn't busy rubbing my Levi's with sandpaper (to get that rugged wash and wear look...) I guess my version of New Romanticism was a custom made: All-my-friends-are-windsurfers-and-I-want-to-look-like-that-too.
All my friends were windsurfers (remember: I only had one friend, Claus, and him and his little brother, Karl-Erik, were absolute masters on the board)

Only one friend?, you say - weell, not quite true: I also participated in that great 80's thing
Interrail and this was with my OTHER friend, Anders, but that's another story...
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Monday, March 08, 2004

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I've got you, babe.
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Visited my parents this Sunday. I found an old video-tape from 1985. My dad bought a Camcorder back then, which I borrowed most of the time. It's strange seeing yourself from almost twenty years back - I'm thin! and fashion in the mid-eighties really WAS awfull!
I finished highschool in 85' and went to work in a hospital, cleaning (that's on the tape too, what was I thinking?) Generally I was doing little else than going to my job at the hospital and relaxing in my spare time. I had one hour of transport in each direction, I lived with my parents out in the country and the hospital was in central Copenhagen. Around 86' I started meeting new people and I would move to Copenhagen with them in 88'
The period documented on the tape was before that, and at this time I lived in a bit of a void having only one real friend, Claus - He's on the tape too. Seems like I had a friend in the camcorder. A lot of the footage is of myself, I'm probably trying to get an idea of what I look like and how I appear. And then there's nature. Lots of that. The best part, I guess is one sequence where I'm riding my bicycle through the small town I lived in with the camera on the handlebars. It's a bumpy ride, and quite funny in a way.
Strange kid.

But, lets have a look at one of the great masters of the video diary as an art form: Sadie Benning
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Sunday, March 07, 2004

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Rest ye bones.
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Even tanks can look romantic. In Europe, wrecks from WW II could still be found lying around the countryside well into the 1970's.


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Saturday, March 06, 2004

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Big Kahuna.
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While continuing this feast of lacking inspiration to write something usefull: How about
The Jagdtiger the heavyest AFV (78 tons) used operationally in WW II.


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Friday, March 05, 2004

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You´re doggone right, bubba.
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Sometimes it seems like the only way someone from my generation could achieve greatness is to show great promise and then move on to become a great disappointment.
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Thursday, March 04, 2004

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Planes gone by then.
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Still no inspiration for me here at the blog. Well...
How about this nice colourpic of Luftwaffe groundcrews surrendering in Austria, spring 1945.


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Wednesday, March 03, 2004

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He talked angry but he looked scared.
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"ARE YOU COLOURBLIND OR WHAT!!!"
A bit actually, but to me it looked like that traffic light was clearly GREEN, so I just started walking...
The guy driving the Astrovan thought otherwise, and damn near drove into me.
Maybe the light really was RED because he did shout an awfull lot of nasty things after me as drove around the corner. I got a glimse: Dark skinned, aggressive driving style. Spoke perfect Danish, for sure...
Confident that the light had actually been GREEN, I gave him the finger.
Then I went into the Supermarket.
Twenty seconds later the driver (about five inches taller than me) is standing three inches from my face asking me (loudly) what the F.... I think I'm doing giving him "that"! etc.
I explain I was absolutely sure the light was GREEN. He claims I didn't even know where I was going and adds a few more unfriendly remarks. Then he leaves the supermarket.
Shaken, but mainly confused, I go on with my shopping but has to give up on most of it because I can't concentrate.
When I asked if he could stop pointing his two fingers so close to my face he "slapped" me with them (very lightly, I barely noticed it) As he left the supermaked he told me to watch out.

Whatever you say.
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Jazz.
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Doo-hou-beeee-dou-bee-do-hhou-bi-duuuuuu. Da-pa-da-da-ba-paaaaaauw
do-do-beee-do-bee-bou-pee-pouuuuuuu.
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Tuesday, March 02, 2004

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The Apple Macintosh G5 64-bit computer
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Nice computer the Apple G5. No known harddrive-repair programmes will work on it's harddrive.
Nice computer.
Nice design, very difficult to remove harddrive. Nice design.

The Apple Macintosh G5 64-bit computer.

Nice computer.
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Monday, March 01, 2004

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The postman always... use a spellchecker.
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Not that funny. But it´s one posting PER DAY here at "Don't ask me..."
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