Saturday, December 31, 2005

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A happy new year to all, in 2006 I'm planning on getting myself a drivers licence.

So I can drive away.
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

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Well, I somehow survived x-mas, and I even got a wonderful present from my girlfriend, Anne: SKATES!
It's so great to receive something that hasn't got "practical and useful in your daily life" written all over it.
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Thursday, December 22, 2005

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I'm going away for the holidays (to the Island of Samsoe), so merry x-mas to all who celebrate x-mas, and remember: it's all about giving!
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

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"My knee had a slight itch. I reached out my hand and scratched the knee in question. The itch was relieved and I was able to continue with my activities."

Excerpt from The Dullest Blog in the world.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

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Back in school I used to do drawings in my school books all the time.
The drawings were placed in between the text I had to read, or the blank spaces where I was to write answers. They were done in between listening to my teachers, or looking at the blackboard.

At one point my teacher banned me from doing it for a full year because she felt the books looked to messy.

Don't get me wrong; she was no tyrant, stupid bitch or anything, she was a very nice person, but I guess she had an responsibility to make sure I directed my attention to the teaching.

To this day I work best in between.
In between things I have to do, but don't really feel like doing...like now, when I'm blogging but SHOULD be writing a mail to my employer about the upcoming courses in digital imaging.
And in between days. At night.
And in between places, when travelling.
The mind works.

Everything has it's place,
I'll take the one in between.

Thank you.
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Monday, December 19, 2005

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Don't worry, It's just some stupid country yokel stuff, but every time you hear that voice on the radio you pause for a little while, just to listen...

But as we all know, that remarkable singing talent belonged to someone who had many other facets to his personality...
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Friday, December 16, 2005

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

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"the male gaze" "woman as object" "projecting sexual desires"
yes, but how about this, girls: Maybe men look at women because it's basically the most interesting thing to look at in this worn out old world.

And what's so wrong about that?
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Monday, December 12, 2005

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RIP Richard Pryor 1940-2005

Describing his own style of comedy as "deep and profane", few stand-up comedians emerging within the last twenty years can say they weren't inspired by him. After growing up in a brothel run by his grandmother, Pryor lived a turbulent life involving cocaine, alcohol, and seven marriages (two of them with the same woman) In the 1970's he had reached the top levels of American entertainment by appearing on popular mainstream TV shows and in Las Vegas. Successful movies like The Silver Steak (where he has to teach Gene Wilder to walk and talk like a "brutha") made him one of the highest paid artists in Hollywood. Suffering from sclerosis in his later years, he continued to perform as the legend stand-up comedian - sitting down.
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Saturday, December 10, 2005

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They were the greatest,

-the fastest
-the baddest
-the latest

the most furious
ferocious, notorious, laborious,

they did it all, they did it first, they did it for real, they did it full time!

they did it for love, they did it for freedom, they did it justice, they did it for you, they did it for me,

they did it for all of us!

They loved and they lived, they prayed and they sinned, they worked and
they played.

they were magnificent
they were immortal
they were out of this world
they were fantastic
they were together

fighting!
dreaming!
sharing!
believing!

masters of the world!

that`s what they were!

They were the greatest!

They were forever!



And did fine without me.
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Tuesday, December 06, 2005

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Trying my hand with Second Life, a 3D world on the internet where you can meet other people who may also have grown a little tired with "First Life". You'll need a pretty powerful graphics card on your computer to make it work properly, but with the cost of real estate in real state Denmark, I'll probably have to go for the virtual solution if I want to watch the sun go down over the lake from my veranda while I sip some Scotch and whip the maid.
The fun stuff is the fact that you can design your own house, garden, etc, and also your appearance. You can encounter some pretty imaginative characters on your way to the pool, and if that isn't enough, you can even get rich!
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Monday, December 05, 2005

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Every year I meet with some friends for a special event.
It's a musical quiz, and the point is to gather some ten to twelve people, form three teams and then compete on our knowledge of music and films.
The right honorable quiz-master presents a category, it could be "name the singer", twenty short samples from a variety of songs are played and the quizzing begins.
This goes on for about five to six hours, during which insults are distributed liberally between the teams and large quantities of alcohol and other substances are consumed.
All of this is good fun, but there is one catch:
The team with the lowest score HAVE TO WEAR WIGS

The wigs must be worn until another team reaches a lower score, and I'd like to point out that wearing something that makes you look like you have just escaped from a Transylvanian sex-clinic does not increase you IQ or make it easier to provide the right answers. Once those wigs come on they tend to stay on!

Well, next year my team is going to win, and I'd like to add that this year's winners are nothing but wankers, sissies, and dirty rotten cheats!
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Friday, December 02, 2005

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Woody Allen turned seventy yesterday, too bad he's kinda lost the touch with making movies lately, but maybe poking fun at the white, intellectual, culture-digging bourgeoisie is a thing of the past.
Maybe poking fun is a thing of the past.

My faves:

Play it again, Sam
(Woody's character, recently divorced film critic Allen Felix, tries to pick up a girl at an Art gallery, they're looking at an abstract sculpture)
Felix: "-What do you think he's trying to say?
Girl: "-It expresses the cold meaninglessness of a dark and empty cosmos"
Felix:"-what are you doing Saturday?"
girl: "-Committing suicide..."
Felix:"-How about Friday?"

Broadway Danny Rose
Allen takes on the Mafia (and Italians in general!)

Crimes and Misdemeanors
If you have doubts about Allen as a "serious" director, this is the one to watch.

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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

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At the movies last night, watching A History of Violence by David Cronenberg, the best film I've seen since David Lynch's Mulholland Drive

Family man and diner owner, Tom Stall (Viggo Mortensen) lives the quiet life in small town USA with his attractive lawyer wife, teenage son, and small daughter.
Local high school bullies are picking on the teenage son, who wisely chooses to use his wit and humor to fight them, instead of his hands.
One day a couple of strangers come to town and things start to evolve, fast!

No more about the story, but this is one of the few movies I've seen that actually takes an intelligent view on violence and aggression. Besides great acting by Mortensen and Ed Harris, William Hurt delivers one of his best performances.
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Monday, November 28, 2005

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To those who still read this blog: Regular daily postings have returned.

Not always that regular, and sometimes I miss the good old days when I could get angry over things, and I believe I've posted enough Panzers and pin ups to last a lifetime, so you won't find more of that.

hmm, hmm...

What about some juicy conspiracy stuff about The Rise of Fascism in the USA

If you get tired of waiting for something happening HERE, you can always scoot over to my Flickr account and dig some picture postings.

Lennard Grahn, citizen in a country where the Government voted to spend 68 mill. on improving schools and 150 mill. on fighting terrorism (oh, did I mention a Danish terrorist cell was discovered, and a number of suspected terrorists arrested, just a few weeks before the vote...)

Manipulated, Moi?
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

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Wierd History Lesson.
(from off the pages of the internet)

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'
Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln' made by 'Ford.'

Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here's the kicker...

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

(Well, don't know if all of this is true, but it's an interesting read)
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

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I never liked shaving. To me It's pure insanity to start a day by attacking your facial skin with a knife.

And why? Because it's considered "sloppy" not to shave?

If I shave every day I get a rash on my throat, just below the jaw, it itches and bleeds. And that's when I'm lucky not to actually cut myself, which happens more and more often.
Shaving every third day, that works for me, the hairs have the right length or something, and afterwards my skin is smoother than a preteen's scrotum. No cuts, no rash, and I can face the world with that million-dollar smile that gets them every time.

Shaving... Egyptians shaved their entire bodies, heads included, and plucked their eyebrows. Something to do with lice control and the heat, or maybe they were just crazy about hairlessness.

Or just plain crazy.

I'm not shaving tomorrow.
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Monday, November 21, 2005

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Drugs and me.

My first drug-experience was when I was aged sixteen and suffering from Crohn's disease. In the early stages of this disease (an inflammation of the colon) you develop fissures (small cracks) in your rectum. Quite painful.
Sitting in school every day feeling like I had a hot poker up my ass, I remember vividly one evening when I got the bright idea of dropping a couple of pain killers. After some twenty minutes of anxious waiting, I was there: Relief! Not only did the pain suddently disappear, I also felt so relaxed, and a feeling of blissful tranquility fell upon me.

Relaxed and free of pain = Happiness.

After that experience I would start every day by dropping a couple of the magic pills and head off to school with the words of our good family doctor in my ears: "I can't find anything wrong with you, don't you think you're just being fussy?",
Well, Crohn's disease has a reputaton for being hard to diagnose.

About six months later I was seriously ill, had lost forty pounds and was hospitalized and later operated on (four times)
For some days after each operation I received the synthetic morphine derivate Ketogan

Now you're talking! - lying there in my hospital bed with the pain slowly beginning to emerge, a cute young nurse would enter, flip over my blanket and squeeze a needle in my thigh, containing: Liquid sunlight! - as the Ketogan began to flow through my veins it simply felt as if someone was pouring honey-coated sunshine into them.
Problem was that Ketogan also contained the same addiction creating capabilities as morphine, and some of the other patients at the ward had to spend a couple of extra weeks in the hospital just to get rid of the addiction before they could go home.

Fortunately, I was never "hooked", but I can still remember that feeling, a bit like lying outside sun bathing in summer and a cloud covers the sun, but slowly it moves away again and you can feel how the warmth of the sun is creeping from your toes and all the way up.
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Saturday, November 19, 2005

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R.I.P Link Wray (1929-2005)

As the inventor of "The Power Chord" he formed a crucial link between early Rhythm n' Blues inspired Rock and the styles and sounds of the sixties and later on. Inspiring countless RR guitarists he is one of the true, but somewhat overlooked, originators of Rock n' Roll.
Listen to his 1958 hit Rumble and imagery from a well known cult movie should appear!

Remarkably, Wray had been living a quiet existence in Denmark since the mid eighties where he married and had a son. He's now buried at Christians Kirken cemetery in Copenhagen.
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Thursday, November 17, 2005

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Never was much for getting up early, but today I did, and what a fine sight it is sometimes.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2005

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Election day here in DK, for the municipal councils.

Something always puzzled me about elections: After you receive a list with all the parties and candidates, you go to a small booth to make that "x", and there's a pencil hanging there for you.
Where you put that "x" will decide, sometimes by very narrow margins, who will be the next primeminister, mayor, ruling political party, etc.
With most other important things you have to fill out in this world, you are specifically instructed NOT to use a pencil - because it can be erased.

Makes you think.
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Friday, November 11, 2005

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Blue, blue, electric blue

That's the colour of my room, where I will live
Blue, blue


"Sound and vision" from the album "Low" by David Bowie.
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Friday, October 28, 2005

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Stuart of T-melt, that cunning collector of comic-cultural crumbs, has supplied this link to Golden Age Comic Book Covers

In my opinion, future generations will view the comic book as an insightful guide to the mysteries and dramas of human existence, just like the classic fables and stories of the ancient world.



Or maybe they won't.
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Sunday, October 23, 2005

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Danish television goes to North Korea, articles in Danish newspapers and magazines about North Korea.

Photos from North Korea

lock and load - and don't change the channel.

(paranoid, moi?)
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Sunday, October 16, 2005

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Danish pigs with crosses painted on by Moslem terrorists as retaliation for "the twelve blasphemous drawings"
found here


In the name of freedom of speech and democracy, the Danish newspaper Jyllandsposten has invited twelve artists to make a satirical drawing of the prophet Muhammad, the founder of Islam. The idea was that since The Koran forbids representations of Muhammad, making drawings of him was meant to test the limits of Moslem tolerance and respect for freedom of speech.

"Excuse me, can I wipe my ass with your religion?"

"Yes, of course, if I said no It would be against the purely western ideals of democracy and freedom of speech - go right ahead!"

"You're not going to put an fatwa on me or threaten to kill me, are you?"

"You mean like that 17-year old kid from Aarhus who is now to undergo an examination for insanity? - oh no, I like it when people who are not only the majority but also control the media, government, banks, jobs, police, army, etc, etc, etc, deliberately offend my culture - hey, I chose to go and live in Denmark myself, didn't I?!!

"Well, I'm done (for now...), and I'd like to add that I greatly respect you for accepting the rules of the game"

"You are most welcome, sir!, and may I add that Denmark was our FIRST choice at the human smugglers office!"

"Save it with the sweet talk, Ali - my boys are doing target practice on your kind right this moment, so just you watch it!..and if it wasn't for this great country you'd still be shoveling goat droppings back in the village, got that???"

"Actually, back in the old country I was an airline pilot flying Asia and the Middle East, but never mind that - do you want garlic or creme-fraiche sauce on your kebab, sir?"
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Sunday, October 09, 2005

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The People Of The Earth Must Enter The Cozmick State Of Being And Bring About The Space Age
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Friday, October 07, 2005

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Went and saw Tarnation , reportedly the first feature length film made entirely with Apple's low budget editing software iMovie

(well, free software actually, it's preinstalled on every new Mac)

Tarnation tells the harrowing story of the director, Jonathan Caouette, and his relationship with his mother, a former model, who has been going in and out of mental institutions since her late teens. The movie begins when Jonathan learns his mother has suffered brain damage due to a lithium overdose and wants him to come and see her. From then on Tarnation progresses as a fascinating mix of images that tell the story of both his mother and him. This includes an early introduction to rape, violence, heavy drug abuse, and the video- and Super-8 camera which Caouette has used extensively to record himself, his dysfunctional family and his friends from a variety of gay scenes. After an acid-trip like journey, which includes a surprising visit by Jonathan's father who left his mom after a few weeks of marriage without knowing she was pregnent, the film ends with the mother in a terrible state living with the near-senile grandparents in their decaying house. Conclusively, Caouette more than hints at the possibility that the mother's life-long mental problems were in fact caused by gramps and granny's sexual abuse in her early childhood.

Ever felt you had a troubled childhood?
shut up, you wimp! and go and watch Tarnation instead!
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Thursday, October 06, 2005

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Everybody is a Star!
Everybody is a Genius
Everybody is a Master!
Everybody is an Expert!

And we have God to sort things out!


Whooo-hoooooo-hooooooo!

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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Monday, September 26, 2005

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Link to a great site about Marcel Duchamp (1887-1968)
For both the novice and conoisseur alike!
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Wednesday, September 21, 2005

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Simon Wiesental 1908-2005

This revered old Gentleman became known all over the world as "the Nazi hunter of Vienna"
He was born in the Ukraine before the Russian revolution in 1917, and as a survivor of the Holocaust (which killed 89 members of his family) he dedicated his life to tracking down Nazi war criminals, especially those associated with the Concentration camps.

His list of catches grew long over the years and included Adolf Eichmann, who was caught by Israeli intelligence officers after Wiesenthal informed them he was hiding in Argentina. He explained that the driving force behind his work was not revenge, but simply the desire to make sure these crimes were not forgotten and that justice would be done, and he added: "When I die and have to stand before all the murdered people from the camps, I want to be able to say: I didn't forget you.."

Wiesenthal's work was however not always welcome if it interfered with the more important issue of The Cold War where many former employees of The Third Reich were put to good use by both the Eastern and Western governments. One man he never caught was Josef Mengele, who had been the head of medical experiments on human beings in the concentration camps. Hiding in South America for many years. Mengele died from a stroke in 1979 and although no evidence exists that Mengele worked on science projects after the war, this was not the case for another interesting German man of medicine: Hubertus Strughold.
Strughold was captured after the war and taken to America where he became one of the top figures in the American Space programme (led by Wernher von Braun who had headed the Nazi V2-rocket programme) Strughold spent many years working for NASA, which earned him several awards and honours plus the title of "Father of Space Medicine"
The unpleasant fact was that much of his knowledge about how the human body performed under high air pressure and in weightless condition, came from experimenting with inmates from concentration camps and mentally retarded people before WWII.
Some of his subordinates and collaborators were trialed at Nuremberg and later imprisoned or executed for their contributions to science and medicine, but people like Strughold and von Braun were appearently way too important for that.
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Sunday, September 11, 2005

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One of my rare visits to Clubland™ last night in the company of my friend Henrik Astrup.
And things were indeed nice at Culturebox, a newish addition to Copenhagen clubbing, but still this old fart can't help asking himself: Why- oh why, does everything always have to be so dark and murky in these places? I thought people went out to be seen? well, maybe this crowd come only for the music, which was fine as it included the high quality DJ's from the legendary Hardwax label de Berlin.

But kids: My newspaper informs me that you are *The Happy Generation*, time to lighten up...
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Saturday, September 10, 2005

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Danish artist and writer Michael Witte made the headlines in the early eighties when he produced a poster which was an exact replica of a poster for a Danish pig export firm, the only difference was that Witte had written "Danish pigs are healthy, they are strutting with penicillin" on it.
This earned him a stint in court, sued by the Danish Co-operative Butcheries who felt their business had been harmed and wanted the poster banned. Eventually they lost the case and Witte went on to produce several other posters and books. He also has this quite funny story to tell:

Growing up in Flensborg, close to the German border in the southern part of Jutland, the young Witte would daily walk past a small square with a statue of a naked Roman soldier. One night somebody, in uplifted spirits no doubt, had decided to cover the soldier's penis and testicles with red paint. This greatly upset the local citizens, and a group of communal workers were dispatched to scrub off the paint and restore the gallant pride of the warrior. Unfortunately the good men only cared to use their rags and cleaning utentials on the overpainted parts and not on the rest of the statue, which was matted and grey from years of exposure to the elements. The result was that afterwards the statue stood in its usual eroded grey, but now also displayed a highly visible set of gleaming metallic genitals, shining brightly every time even the smallest ray of light hit them.
A sight to be seen.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

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At www.tijuanabibles.org you can catch a sniff of the sort of filthy comic book obsceneties our grandads enjoyed some seventy to eigthy years ago.
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Friday, August 26, 2005

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At www.sdkfz.com you can enjoy a unique collection of WWII German vehicles, check out their fully restored Jagdpanther (yes, believe it...)
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Saturday, August 20, 2005

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Yep, believe it or not I am currently a man with a girlfriend, Anne is her name and we met at work...
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Monday, August 15, 2005

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From Stuart, man of T-melt comes news of a new tome by American cartoonist Daniel Clowes: Ice Haven

Now press that order button at Amazon, fans!
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Sunday, August 07, 2005

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From a moral point of view telling The Truth™ is usually regarded as being "better" than telling a lie, but if you think about it, telling a lie actually takes creativity and imagination, which we generally view as positive things.
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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

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Grey skies and wilderness, what better way to cheer up than to listen to Jamaican Ska man Desmond Dekker and his 1969 hit song Israelites
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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

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Well, today would have been my mum's 70'th birthday, this glassball was presented to her by some close Norwegian friends after a visit in the fifties. My mum's name "Solveig" was of Norwegian origin and has been cast into the ball.

My mum died from cancer of the uterus, something probably caused by her injections with an radioactive substance in the sixties (this was before nuclear awareness...)
She had accepted this treatment to cure her problems with having a pregnancy.

The injections worked and led to the birth of Me™, but forty years later the treatment unfortunately also killed her.

A toast to all the brave moms of this world!
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

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Czeslaw Slania 1921-2005.

One of my childhood heroes, this remarkable engraver died March 22'nd after creating over a 1000 stamps, banknotes for both Canada, Argentina and the Vatican and many other things.

I often admired his miniature masterpieces and dedicated craftmanship when I collected stamps as a boy.

More on Slania:
Webpage nr. one
Webpage nr. Two

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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

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From Stuart, man of T-melt comes the "musical batong" which is about posting the following info on your blog:

Total volume of music on my computer:
Approx. 5.5 Gb.

Last CD I bought:
No pussyfooting - Brian Eno/ Robert Fripp (Not received from Amazon yet..)

Song playing right now: "Groovesalad" (ambient/chilly beats streamed radio on the web, this is what I listen to most of the time)

5 songs that I listen to a lot or mean something to me:

I'll be your mirror - The Velvet underground
Music for Airports - Brian Eno (not a song, but the whole album is sorta like one long song...)
Surfin' bird - The Ramones (actually a cover of the original by The Thrashmen)
Rebel Rebel - David Bowie
Telephasic workshop - Boards of Canada

And now the batong goes to: NSOP?
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Sunday, July 10, 2005

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Not so much apnin' here at the old bloggo during my holiday, but remember to check out my Phone Cam Capers at Flickr
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Thursday, July 07, 2005



"With an thunderous roar, The Emperor headed for the astroport aboard his speedy craft.
Below, the peaceful inhabitants of Cuddlytown, Smalldonia marveled at the sight of the powerful imperial vessels and thought to themselves: Oh, we lucky few!"

Friday, July 01, 2005

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Vacation time is 1 minute away!

What a boring year it has been at my job,

bzzzblfffffllfffff......


well, no more complaints, no more bullshit, no more work, only this:

The Ramones: Rockaway Beach

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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

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On my last week at work, come Friday I can FINALLY have some vacation!

Well, expect some vacationing here at the blog too, starting today postings will be irregular and probably far apart until around early August.

25.000 visitors total, and a weekly average of a thousand! - not bad for a skinny greaseball kid from the Lower East side, who took a lot of punches but worked his way up the hard way!

Nope, sorry, that's somebody else's life...

Have a nice one!
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