loose ends

(there is no going back)

the good thing about red wine is everything.

perhaps answering the question of “where are you going next?”.
(this is how i feel.)

this means nothing.
no hidden meaning.
just a bouncy ball.
nothing to decipher.
nothing to interpret.
nothing to understand.

set your white balance to cloudy.

january
february
march
april
may
june
july
august
september
october
november
december

Jag önskar jag var där nu
Jag önskar jag var där nu
Jag önskar jag var där nu
Jag önskar jag var där nu

...

Låt mig behålla det här
Det kan väl jag vara värd
Kom och slå sönder min värld
Det är allt jag begär

there is no “home”,
there is only “here”.

almost everything is dispensable.

if you read this blog
you must have noticed by now
that i publish a great deal of lyrics
in my posts

i make no distinction between what i say, and what they say
because it’s me saying it
and that’s how i like it

so keep guessing
or keep not caring

please

i stay inside my bed
i have lived so many lives all in my head
don't tell me that you care
there really isn't anything, is there?

this, this is where i always come to watch the stars fade from the night sky.

Can we please stop calling it:

• The Doomsday device
• The Big Bang machine
• The God Particle finder

telling people that they are wrong seldom has the desired effect.

you can learn a lot about a culture from how people respect a red light at a crossing of an empty street at night

my biggest fear in life is not public speaking, death or spiders.

it’s being seen as a tourist.
as a gaijin.
as an outsider.
as someone who doesn’t *get* it.

but only when i’m away from home.
at home, i quite like it.

cross

If you are one of my readers, I am certain you are the kind of person who rapidly dismisses religion, zealotry and belief as superstitious junk.

I do.

Religion, and the kind of thinking that goes along with it represents something interesting, however. Blind faith; accepting a higher truth; shaping ones behavior around a discrete set of pre-determined rules (or Somebody will smite down on you). Act like we tell you – or else.

Sexual conduct, diet, literature. Everything you do must follow the rules. All you think, all your acts, everything you say is governed by people in robes and thousand-year old texts.

But only for the religious nuts. Not for you.

You are free-thinking, liberal and forward-looking. You draw your own map, choose your own path in life, and govern your own values. Regardless of what peers, family and society tells.

That’s where things get interesting.

That’s where I believe you (and myself) are being short-sighted.

All hail The Church Of Eco.
Our priest is Al Gore and our sheep are the drowning polar bears. Buy organically produced lettuce or the polar ice caps will melt. Bike to work or we’ll all be doomed. Fly less, use less toothpaste, close the windows, recycle your underwear.

For the Church Of Eco, it’s no longer a question of healthy living or common sense. It’s looking down on those who don’t sort their rubbish. And spitting on SUVs. And feeling guilty for buying fruit juice without an organic badge on the packaging.

Greener than thou.

All hail The Church Of Busy.
Don’t admit you had time to watch that teevee show last night. In fact, you’re so busy you reclycled your teevee set. Or gave it away to charity. You’re so busy you’ve given up books, movies, music and podcasts. And seeing friends. Work/life is so important that nothing else remains in your cramped twenty-four hour seven days a week schedule.

And you need to tell everybody about it.

Subtly, of course, because you’re no sheep. But constantly. And incessantly.
Too busy to go to the game and too busy to finish that magazine. And way too bloody busy to take on a new personal project.

And profoundly guilty when you’re not maximizing and optimizing and utilizing your precious minutes. (Wasting time is a deadly Sin, remember?)

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Most people I know belong to these Churches (but don’t call them Churches or they’ll be offended. They do it because it’s good for them/the planet, not because of the guilt).

I am sure you can conjure a dozen other Churches.

Like The Church Of Media (gotta watch all those movies and read all those books and know all those new indie bands) or The Church Of Travel (”Yeah, I’ve been there”.) or The Church Of Diet (Everything tasty is bad for you).

And under no circumstances do I pretend not belonging to any of these. I just point it out because that’s what I’m good at.

why do we need to fix everything?

[reposted. lost some stuff in a server switch.]

since it’s ranty-time.

here’s one:

don’t ever say “it’s not a mona lisa, but”.
or “it’s not a ferrari, but”
or “it’s not hemingway, but”

if your magnum opus is half-assed, let me figure it out myself.
do not excuse yourself.
and, especially, do not propose such an empty comparison as the above. it is futile and sounds idiotic.
the distance between what you made and a mona lisa is greater than you think.

i have a lingering thought.
that some day, my VCR will have 0:00 blinking on it.
in a figurative way.

that some day, there will be a technology so new, different, and paradigmy,
that i will not be able to understand it.

I see a world where gps, cell ids, gyroscopes, object/scene/character/face recognition, rfid, bluetooth id, roomware and ubiquitous data access come together and where people don’t ever look up from their screens.

(old, from march/08, but i was reminded of it now)

the tourist carries a DSLR, a mobile phone or two, an iPod, a point & shoot camera and a laptop.

the tourist is always looking for WiFi and power outlets.

the tourist finds his way on location aware google maps on his phone, not by asking around or unfolding sheets of printed dead trees.

the tourist gets back to the hotel and offloads and uploads photos, because to the tourist, the tour only matters if you see it.

the tourist is the beginning of something interesting.

26 & bored.
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Draft Saved at 3:33:03 pm.

my attention span is flatlining.
i’ve spent the past few months in a haze. working, seeing people, watching teevee.
but not reading, watching movies, organizing my thoughts.

i have phases. times to inhale – and times to exhale.

inhaling is fine, but it’s treacherous. it’s addictive. teevee and blog posts in order to know everything but understand nothing. breaking thoughts into nuggets barely big enough to fit in my pocket. small and chewed down.

it is time to delete all that; start anew; plan; decide; move ahead; think; write.

this is public,
we are public,
you are public,
i am public.

i respect you because you resent me

first, it became your calculator,
then the computer became your typewriter,
and then your radio,
and your encyclopedia,
and your television,
and your telephone,
and your game,
your newspaper,
your library,
your movie screen,
your eyes to the world;
and then your friend.