I Take It Back

I don't think I'm going to shoot for one picture a day. It was a good thought, but maybe it's better not to force these things, and besides I keep forgetting my dang camera.

These are some quotes from this past week that I feel like I want to remember:

-I been naked with him.

-Like a young American wine shipped from Sweden.

-Never settle for anything less that each other.
-Uh...we're married.

-He was just talking about how he found religion in Star Wars.

-He figured it out because I told him.

-Are we really gonna talk about this here?

That Kind Of Morning

I'm coming home in a month. I've been really slacking on everything. I'm going to try and put up one picture a day until take-off.

Exquisite Corpse by Kimalaluna and Paul Minin

From their sofa chairs they debated and their debates turned into violent arguments. Before they knew what was happening they had vowed not to speak again for ten years.

Some time passed and the little boy became an old man.

Having gathered all his friends for Christmas dinner he really had one thing in mind, telling them a secret.

Suddenly the room spins. Drinking the milk that was left out for three days and three nights it becomes evident that things don't work the same way upside-down.

I asked you to bring that crazy cow back from the hospital. It has been scaring the rest of the cows. Please, do that tomorrow along with the dishes.

We're never doing what we're supposed to and always doing the things we believe to be better, but what do I know.

Stranger Than

I woke up in the middle of the night last night because I swore I felt two cold fingers tracing a line from my hip to my shoulder.

It has been said that dreams can be a number of things from your worst fears and highest hopes to whatever you were thinking about that day.

Cold fingers tracing a line on my side doesn't exactly fit into any of these categories.

Lever Of Clever

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I had a strange dream that I was asking questions about religion and sitting in a boat that was floating in rainbow colored water which was really made of sand.
I think I should drink less coffee.

All Of The Sudden I Felt My Body Moving Inside

I went and watched The Hapiness Project, Years, and Do Make Say Think last night.

When I woke up this morning I found out that I will be living in a sweet situation starting January.

This week is alright.

Dig Where You Stand

Max and Mary

this movie is sweet.

purple hearts and curiosity

I was working on Halloween night, which in America is asking for trouble, but in Sweden is asking to not get paid very much. It's a Swedish tradition to take the weekend of Halloween to visit the graveyards and honor your ancestors. Also, apparently a good excuse to either get wasted or watch the Shining, which is actually not so different from the norm.

The night was going by extremely slow when Michael came by. Damali, my co-worker, had met Michael when he had come by once before and was ready for him. I wasn't.

I was in the back when I heard the most sinister villainous laugh I'd ever heard in my life. I went up front to see who it was and this rough looking man was talking to Damali in questions and words strung together, but no real sentences. His voice was raspy and low and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up a little straighter. He asked Damali if he'd ever been to Berlin. Damali gave him an answer and then asked the man if he had been there. The man laughed and sort of rolled his shoulders and elbows in a little dance and then put a massive hand around Damali's head and brought him into a sort of embrace. I was shocked that Damali didn't push him off violently and even more shocked when the man was suddenly playing on the piano across the room with one hand as he stood holding his beer in the other.

There are people that just seem to be in places without actually getting there. For example someone can be standing and then sitting, but the actually act of sitting down is forgotten and replaced by their actions in their new position. This guy was like that. He twinkled on the piano something extremely optimistic for a few minutes and then did his little shoulder dance and was at the bar again. Laughing his sinister low laugh. He suddenly seemed to notice I was in the room for the first time and he looked me up and down. "You," he said in his low whispery evil voice, "you have a lot of curiosity." I stared at him directly and replied "Doesn't everybody?" I was over him by this point. I was fed up with the way he was demanding that all the attention be on him in case he did something volatile and even more so now that he was trying to be profound. At my reply he did his little shoulder dance. He talked of love and of countries. He had the look of a man who had done a little too much enjoying oneself in a late-night manor, but he looked happy about it. I couldn't take too much and kept finding excuses to go into the back. When I returned he was whispering something to Damali, then he left. I asked Damali what he had said and Damali told me "He said you have to have a purple heart."

I hope he had a place to sleep.

Waiting and waiting and waiting

I don't see much of the sun these days. It never seems to come up above the horizon line, and it retreats leaving Malmö in darkness around 5pm, coward.
We tried to make a difference. I think we made an impression. I'm speaking, of course, of the radio project I've been working on. That project is done now. The original individuals involved will ideally continue to grow and change the identity of the project, I hope that the tools we introduced help to keep communication clear.
Alexandra, Samantha and I are nearing the end of Twin Peaks.
This past weekend in Copenhagen was really incredible.

My Image Making professor is late.

Ascot Hotel

Jed sleeping in Copenhagen.

Pixilated creepy.

Harold

I'm torn up about this guy.

I just think he deserved better.

Video Killed The Radio Star

Interviews for Radio RGRA

I miss you mountains and all

The hardest part about being over here is having such a great family over there. (I didn't take these photographs)

going out in Malmo

80s night with my friend Samantha

Who do you matter to?

IT'S ALIVE!!

Rumour has it my car is fixed. I will henceforth call it phoenix because of it's rise from the flames, and because I feel like it would do wonders for the old girl's self-esteem.

I have a job! Picures of my new place of business coming soon! You'd love it, you really would.

wind from the sea

I'm learning not to feel so lost. Or at least learning how to feel lost a little more gracefully.

Southern Restaurant Asheville Owner

Alexandra and I went to breakfast at a southern style restaurant today because we were feeling sentimental. When we got there it was obvious that the workers were American. The first one was from New York and the owner was from a little place called Asheville. Small world! Alexandra and I spent the rest of our time there reeling from how bizarre the whole situation was. To celebrate the craziness we decided to go bloody Mary style. Go large. 

Trash 'Stache

Thanks to Fire for the photographs.

This was a good night. 

you're a long and beautiful day to me

I have a flikr now.

Abakas

A sample of commonly used Swedish sayings-roughly translated

One man's death is another man's bread.

The law of everything is wicked.

"Here the virtue sits in between," says the devil who sits down in between two priests. 

"It will be alright," says the blind woman who pooped in the sink.

E. M. Cioran 1911-1995

“I am lured by faraway distances, the immense void I project upon the world. A feeling of emptiness grows in me; it infiltrates my body like a light and impalpable fluid. In its progress, like a dilation into infinity, I perceive the mysterious presence of the most contradictory feelings ever to inhabit a human soul. I am simultaneously happy and unhappy, exalted and depressed, overcome by both pleasure and despair in the most contradictory harmonies. I am so cheerful and yet so sad that my tears reflect at once both heaven and earth. If only for the joy of my sadness, I wish there were no death on this earth.”

from safety to where...?

I made something really unhealthy

Sausage Fest

Heart Attack