Wednesday, November 30, 2005


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.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Monday, November 28, 2005


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?

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

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)

Tuesday, November 22, 2005


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.

Monday, November 21, 2005


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.

Saturday, November 19, 2005


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.

Thursday, November 17, 2005


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

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


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.

Friday, November 11, 2005


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.