Sunday, January 29, 2006


The music of chance.

This guy in the photo was riding in front of me while talking into his cell phone.
He was moving at a slow pace and kept swinging from side to side.
His riding style was pretty annoying and I was in a hurry.I decided to overtake him by making a quick move. I got as close to him as possible and waited for the right moment...
When it arrived, I moved in; picked up speed...was right behind him...our bicycle wheels almost touching...

And then he farted.

A big, smelly, disgusting, fucking fart flew straight in my face!!!

I fell back, thinking that I simply HAD to get past him and moved closer once more...Increased speed...even closer now...

he did it again....

I stopped, got off my bike. Stood there waiting for awhile until he was gone.

I can't imagine he did it on purpose, he was too busy talking with his mate on the phone.

It was just bad luck

(and lousy eating habits)

Friday, January 27, 2006


Well, you've probably heard it by now, but today is the 250'th birthday of W.A Mozart.

I remember standing in a supermarket one time and looking at a small boy who was carrying a plastic violin that could play songs if you pressed a button.
He pressed the button and it played one of the Austrian hitmeister's themes, can't remember which one, I was never much into classical music.
Despite being filtered down through two hundred years of passing time and a 0.25 Cent speaker from some slave-factory in China, the message came across well enough: What a great song!
I tried to hum it for the rest of the day, lost it - found it again.
it was really such a great little tune.

Happy birthday.

Thursday, January 26, 2006


If you like the comic books by Daniel Clowes, and the movie Ghost World by Terry Zwigoff (adapted from a story by Clowes), prepare yourself for the next level - Art School Confidential

Based on a hilarious short comic by Clowes (this was back when he still did funny stuff, today he's gone more serious/pretentious), I'll wager that anyone who ever attended ANY type of art-class will enjoy this take on the absurd world or artistic expression.

Sunday, January 22, 2006


The funeral of Danish Bandidos member Uffe Larsen, 1996

Back in school I was "the kid who could draw", not a bad position in life as your mates think you're something of an magician, and the girls find you interesting.
This was in the seventies, and a local moped gang had adopted the name "Fox", probably inspired by the mega-hit "Fox on the Run" by The Sweet (this gang did a lot of running too, mainly away from rivaling gangs...)

Since one of my classmates' big sister went to the same class as most of the gang members, word got around, and soon I was commissioned to design and paint the image of an angry fox on the backs of their denim jackets.
I got 100 DKR a jacket, which was the first money I ever made from any kind of work. Being in a gang, wearing a denim west and riding a two-wheeler was how you defined yourself as a teenager back then.You had to be tough, mean, and using gasoline.

Well, kids grow up and even today my hometown has a high concentration of members of Bandidos MC, including the president who grew up a few hundred meters from our house, my dad and his dad worked at the same factory in Copenhagen.


Friday, January 20, 2006


"Leadership", she said, "you have to know how to be a leader, and leadership is done form the top down, not the other way round.."

well, give me an example of leadership, I asked

"Hitler", she replied

HITLER? - are you being serious!?!

Yes, she said, "Hitler made a whole nation of bums get off their asses, that's leadership! The trouble with you is that you have no visions, that's your general problem!" wonder he was popular

Thursday, January 19, 2006


My webcounter passed 50.000 visitors today
Nice, but I owe most of my visits to the pictures of babes and panzers I posted for many months...

Well, in that case: Twenties girls, I just can't help myself... Babes

And, photos from the German airborne invasion of Crete in 1941.
Most of them show German paratroopers advancing down the dusty roads of Crete and visiting their dead after the battle.
You can also see pictures of the many casualties on both sides (5737 dead and missing), crashed airplanes and burned vehicles, and two Germans captured by the British who were horribly mutilated before they were beaten to death.

Since the British were "the good guys" in WWII I guess it's fair to say that war is perhaps never a question of good vs. evil, but just plain evil.

If you have the stomach for it, copy and paste this into your webbrowser:

Wednesday, January 18, 2006


Freedom of choice, this is one way to define freedom, and since my part of the world is often referred to as "the free world", how we define freedom must be a big part of how we define our existence.

Choice it at the root of our democracy, we chose politicians and political parties and that becomes our government, not the other way round.

The free will - that's behind our choices too.

The free will and freedom of choice.

But then there is that thing about what you have to choose from, and that thing about what makes you choose the way you do.

Choice is also at the base of our economy, I need food every day, but I can choose to eat ecologically manufactured pasta rolled between the thighs of Sicilian maidens (€ 75/kilo) or just pick up some synthetic garbage I can actually afford.

Advertising is a way of controlling freedom of choice, making people buy brand A before they even look at brand B.

I can study the agenda and history of a political party and vote for the ideas I believe wil create the most just and prosperous society, the kind of place I want to see my kids grow up in.
Or, I can vote for a political party that promises to save me from impending disaster and terrible evil.

Fear, poverty, desperation, loneliness - powerful psychological factors.

The less choices, the less freedom, the less human.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006


I visited the ear-doctor this morning because I often have trouble catching what people are saying. The good docter informed me I had "ears as good as a pilot's"

Well, why don't you people SPEAK UP then?!

- and take me to the airport!

Monday, January 16, 2006


Remember, kids - this is the new dawn after the dark ages (socialism) and we can't have anything like:

A communist (murderers, the evil empire, etc, etc)

A socialist (looser, life is about competition, not co-operation, take one look at nature and you know we're right)

An atheist (also losers, announcing that you are "a church goer" will get you laid these days, a bit like saying you dug Marx got you laid in the seventies)

An ideologist (a bit cryptic this one, probably means you buy the homeless people's magazine instead of telling them to fuck off and get a job - double looser)

Negative (means you don't buy enough stuff, and don't go to work enough)

Looser (means you don't act like a male orangutan with groin itch twenty four hours a day)

Humanist (means you read books instead of manuals or magazines - a time waster)

Hopelessly naive (means you can still says things like "money isn't everything")

A terrorist (means that we decide what freedom is and who's fighting for it)

Well, maybe it's all about being successful, I can't remember the left wing being too open minded when they had things swinging their way, so let's have thirty years of Christian capitalism with a vengeance (let's hope they don't start fighting each other over the spoils of victory...)

Sunday, January 15, 2006


Got a digital camera for my birthday from Uffe, Jens and Benny
A vast improvement in quality compared to my trusty phonecam (and it also captures small video clips)

- and this ultra cool Kraftwerk DVD I received from Henrik, this is from the tour we saw here in Copenhagen, 2004, a show that rests forever on my top five!

Friday, January 13, 2006


Turning forty today! and I'd like to tell my readers, my girlfriend, family and friends that I love them, and I'd like to tell my enemies that they can go fuck themselves.

-Velvet Underground was the greatest band that ever played.
-Van Gogh was the greatest painter that ever lived.
-Rembrandt and Edvard Munch weren't bad either.
-Rebel, Rebel by David Bowie is the greatest song ever written.
-Apocalypse Now has all the answers.
-Read "1984" today and I dare you to turn on the TV or open a newspaper.

I talk big, but I'm forty so who cares!

See you next year.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006


American cult figure JT Leroy turned out to be a fraud...

The legend of JT Leroy was that he had been abused as a child by a variety of foster parents and later forced into prostitution (dressed as a girl) by his mom.
Living on the streets at the age of fourteen a psychologist had "rescued" him and advised that he'd write down his life story to perhaps get a grip on things - and boom! Literary success!

The person appearing in public as Leroy was in fact a young woman in disguise (meaning she was impersonating a man impersonating a woman...)

For all its abuse and kinky sex, the JT story is really just another heartwarming rags-to-riches tale for the punk generation...

Remember that, kids; careers in art do not grow from talent and hard work, they have to be carefully constructed by teams of skilled professionals, and we're all prepared to read a good story with a happy ending.

Seems like there are no flowers in the gutter...

Monday, January 09, 2006

Friday, January 06, 2006

Thursday, January 05, 2006


And he looked up at the demon and asked if he was done with him now, and the demon replied: not even close.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006


For the Danish readers there's:,

Another disgruntled member of the free world.

Monday, January 02, 2006


Been there, done that? How about French surrealist Pierre Molinier (1900-1976) giving himself a blow job...

More photos by this extraordinary man and artist.