I'm just terribly slow sometimes. Slow in understanding things - it seems like the thoughts have to push their way through a really fat filter, which takes for ever...
I was trying out some clothes today at Esprit here in Frankfurt. I wanted to check how I matched some colours. Like, does green make my (light blueish green) eyes look more green or do I look like a bleak little whimp in grey. De puta madre! Guess what I fould out? I realized I look like shit in old t-shirts or boring clothes in general. I look deadly pale in red. But I look really good in dark shirts and not to mention how I look in a piké! A killer, I'm telling you. ;)
That's good - I guess it's about time I grow up and sober up my grunge-wannabee wardrobe. And what better time than now, when I'm just about to collect all my stuff from Gothenburg!
"Sent ska syndaren vakna."
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Internet is fast!!
Happened to read in the Internet edition of Affärsvärlden that my company is being bought by another. An expected deal, but new to me. So I mailed my collegues back home and asked them if someone new something. 3 minutes later comes the "official" information from the management! It's a world of fast information exchange indeed...
I just hope the Internet will stay free in the future also. There are many forces fighting against the flow of free information and they have to be stopped. In the name of democracy and freedom as well as in the name of the human evolution. Amen! ;)
I just hope the Internet will stay free in the future also. There are many forces fighting against the flow of free information and they have to be stopped. In the name of democracy and freedom as well as in the name of the human evolution. Amen! ;)
Monday, August 20, 2007
Dancing the latino way!
I'm taking antibiotics and shouldn't drink alcohol or do sports but I still had a brilliant weekend! Went shopping for a bed after work on Friday and ordered a bed that is so comfortable I already dream of how well I will sleep! :) I went to bed early after eating pizza with my flatmate and his girlfriend.
On Saturday I cruised around town on my bike and decided to buy a cruiser bike. I cruised by a really good wushu club in Bockenheim (north-west Frankfurt) and watched them practice. They were good and I got really inspired. (Bloody antibiotics!!!)
Then I cruised by the Museum of Communications and watched the Globalisierung 2.0 excibition. Nothing new, really, but it got a good overview. Globalisation is a good thing but transportation is just way too cheap! And the multinationals live in a world above laws and respect for nature nor humanity. This is where the fight has to take place - the return of humanity and the rescue of nature. (When I say rescue of nature I mean this: Nature will always win, nature will still be there when the last man has died (unless we manage to blow the whole earth to pieces (not unlikely).) So I got the address to Greenpeace here in Frankfurt...
Filled with thoughts about the state of the world I continued up the Berger Strasse (something like Linnégatan in Göteborg) and visited Andrea&Elias. We then went to a party at a Peruan couple and danced 'til midnight. I haven't had so much fun on the dancefloor without alcohol ever! Except some bugg sessions with Angelica. (Bugg is a swedish dance that have a somewhat geeky reputation but makes a hell of a lot of fun with its speed and coordination.)
Sunday then was calm: Eating a long breakfast. Playing with Elias. Strolling in Günthersburg Park. Studying Spanish in the sun at the Main.
A nice weekend, indeed.
On Saturday I cruised around town on my bike and decided to buy a cruiser bike. I cruised by a really good wushu club in Bockenheim (north-west Frankfurt) and watched them practice. They were good and I got really inspired. (Bloody antibiotics!!!)
Then I cruised by the Museum of Communications and watched the Globalisierung 2.0 excibition. Nothing new, really, but it got a good overview. Globalisation is a good thing but transportation is just way too cheap! And the multinationals live in a world above laws and respect for nature nor humanity. This is where the fight has to take place - the return of humanity and the rescue of nature. (When I say rescue of nature I mean this: Nature will always win, nature will still be there when the last man has died (unless we manage to blow the whole earth to pieces (not unlikely).) So I got the address to Greenpeace here in Frankfurt...
Filled with thoughts about the state of the world I continued up the Berger Strasse (something like Linnégatan in Göteborg) and visited Andrea&Elias. We then went to a party at a Peruan couple and danced 'til midnight. I haven't had so much fun on the dancefloor without alcohol ever! Except some bugg sessions with Angelica. (Bugg is a swedish dance that have a somewhat geeky reputation but makes a hell of a lot of fun with its speed and coordination.)
Sunday then was calm: Eating a long breakfast. Playing with Elias. Strolling in Günthersburg Park. Studying Spanish in the sun at the Main.
A nice weekend, indeed.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Kickin' ass!
I woke up at 4 this morning having a wonderful dream! I was playing soccer indoors with a whole bunch of friends and old acquaintances. The thing is I was playing with the "loosers" against the "cool" guys and we totally kicked their ass!
That's what usually happens - the cool guys in highschool end up as loosers in the long run. The ones invisible or bullied end up as long term winners.
The thing is I really liked the game! And I repeatedly got impressed with how the other "loosers" performed, as well as with my own performance. Could it be that I've finally (deep down) accepted where I belong? And allowed myself to like and appreciate the others in "my gang"? And stopped being impressed by the superficially cool guys? I sure hope so...
That's what usually happens - the cool guys in highschool end up as loosers in the long run. The ones invisible or bullied end up as long term winners.
The thing is I really liked the game! And I repeatedly got impressed with how the other "loosers" performed, as well as with my own performance. Could it be that I've finally (deep down) accepted where I belong? And allowed myself to like and appreciate the others in "my gang"? And stopped being impressed by the superficially cool guys? I sure hope so...
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Just a little patience...
After finding a friend talking Spanish and hearing the language all over the place, I've realized my Spanish sucks and I need to start over again. So I've started to read my books from the beginning and man! do I learn a lot! It turns out all kind of things I missed while studying the first time is there! Annoying...
Why? Why did I miss all that good stuff just being served? I believe I was simply impatient. I whanted all the information instantly and just kept focusing on everything the book didn't say. Stupid.
I remember cursing over the complete incompetence of the teachers who were totally incapable of telling the whole truth. Sure, I still think the pedagogics of the books suck, but with some patience I would have learned so much more. I should have focused on what the books said, not on what they didn't say.
Yeah, yeah, maybe I'll learn one day. ;)
Why? Why did I miss all that good stuff just being served? I believe I was simply impatient. I whanted all the information instantly and just kept focusing on everything the book didn't say. Stupid.
I remember cursing over the complete incompetence of the teachers who were totally incapable of telling the whole truth. Sure, I still think the pedagogics of the books suck, but with some patience I would have learned so much more. I should have focused on what the books said, not on what they didn't say.
Yeah, yeah, maybe I'll learn one day. ;)
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Growing up?
What the hell does that mean? Somehow the constant feeling I have of not being there is not "grown-up". Or my urge to go to Japan to study the art of the sword after seeing a TV show about ninjas.
But maybe I'm not the guy for a "grown-up" life - with a wife, a house and kids? Maybe I should go to the USA and become part of the grand revolution that will start there before long. Or maybe just don't think so much? Or maybe indeed go to Asia and study the art of the sword. Or wushu. Concentrate. Dedicate myself to something. Become good in something. Focus. And thereby become free?
But maybe I'm not the guy for a "grown-up" life - with a wife, a house and kids? Maybe I should go to the USA and become part of the grand revolution that will start there before long. Or maybe just don't think so much? Or maybe indeed go to Asia and study the art of the sword. Or wushu. Concentrate. Dedicate myself to something. Become good in something. Focus. And thereby become free?
España!!!
De puta madre, that was a good trip! Just spent a long weekend in Spain, in Puerto de Santa Maria, near Jerez, at the Atlantic sea. My first trip to Spain, but certainly not the last! Alberto invited some 90 people from Jerez, Madrid and a whole bunch who has studied in Gothenburg with him, to a big fiesta on Saturday. Including sun, delicious food, beautiful girls and a pool. And all dressed in white. :) Gracias, hombre! A few of us stayed a little longer and got even more of Alberto's mother's brilliant cooking as well as sun and beach.
It was truly a good weekend, but I definately have to improve my Spanish! Speaking of languages - it was quite a shock returning to Germany. German is certainly not a beautiful language! Lucky then I can continue speaking Spanish with Andrea. :)
One bad thing did happen: I have some infection in my ears, probably due to water trapped. I got some liquid to drop in the ears at the pharmacy. I hope it works because the pain is growing by the minute...
Viva España!! :D
It was truly a good weekend, but I definately have to improve my Spanish! Speaking of languages - it was quite a shock returning to Germany. German is certainly not a beautiful language! Lucky then I can continue speaking Spanish with Andrea. :)
One bad thing did happen: I have some infection in my ears, probably due to water trapped. I got some liquid to drop in the ears at the pharmacy. I hope it works because the pain is growing by the minute...
Viva España!! :D
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Epilation - masochism?
Maybe it's the Germans? Or living in a red light district with hookers in every corner and across the street? Anyway - I mentioned already I bought an epilator. Yeah, the thing ripping your body hair. I've used such a thing on my back for a while now and it's great! I just hate hairy backs. The gorilla look doesn't quite appeal to me... My sister has done the job so far, but now I get home so seldom I need my own. So I bought a Braun Silkepil Xelle this Tuesday. Really good!
So I cleaned as much of my back as I could when I bought the epilator. Felt good! The pain isn't bad at all, not on the back. But then I wanted to try some more. I went for the hair on the fingers and hands. (Not much, but it's always good to think forward! ;) Then I tried my upper arms. And then I started a high risk project approaching my private parts. That was slightly more painful, but then again - it's just hair! The pain is not a sign of danger, it's just a sign of things cleaning up. After all - I appreciate if I'm not greeted by a huge bush when I get down on a girl. Of course women have a tree sticking up and don't have to get into the bush, but still - if I want them to keep gardened I should do that myself. And I didn't clean it all - I'm not a baby after all. Now it's well trimmed but not unnatural. Just the way I like it. The ass was a bit painful though... I didn't know when to stop! There was so much hair and when I had started I figured what the heck, it looks good, keep on going. But yeah... When you can't even see what you're doing it's a bit scary... But it was worth it. I couldn't do the scrotum though - epilating loose skin is really painful! (And bald balls looks really creepy.) The more you can stretch the skin the better. And it feels safer having a flat area. So I just cut that hair a bit, just as I did with the hair above the "package". It feels good not being a hairy monkey any more. :)
Just as a technique tip: Yes, an epilator is by far the best way to keep body hair away. If you shave it, it will be sticky in a few hours. If you use some magic cream making the hair fall off - think of all the chemical shit you expose your one and only body to! A good thing with the epilator is that the hair will decrease. The hair goes through three phases and if it's taken away in the right phase it won't ever come back! :) And if you use the epilator often enough there will be so few hairs it won't feel much at all.
So I cleaned as much of my back as I could when I bought the epilator. Felt good! The pain isn't bad at all, not on the back. But then I wanted to try some more. I went for the hair on the fingers and hands. (Not much, but it's always good to think forward! ;) Then I tried my upper arms. And then I started a high risk project approaching my private parts. That was slightly more painful, but then again - it's just hair! The pain is not a sign of danger, it's just a sign of things cleaning up. After all - I appreciate if I'm not greeted by a huge bush when I get down on a girl. Of course women have a tree sticking up and don't have to get into the bush, but still - if I want them to keep gardened I should do that myself. And I didn't clean it all - I'm not a baby after all. Now it's well trimmed but not unnatural. Just the way I like it. The ass was a bit painful though... I didn't know when to stop! There was so much hair and when I had started I figured what the heck, it looks good, keep on going. But yeah... When you can't even see what you're doing it's a bit scary... But it was worth it. I couldn't do the scrotum though - epilating loose skin is really painful! (And bald balls looks really creepy.) The more you can stretch the skin the better. And it feels safer having a flat area. So I just cut that hair a bit, just as I did with the hair above the "package". It feels good not being a hairy monkey any more. :)
Just as a technique tip: Yes, an epilator is by far the best way to keep body hair away. If you shave it, it will be sticky in a few hours. If you use some magic cream making the hair fall off - think of all the chemical shit you expose your one and only body to! A good thing with the epilator is that the hair will decrease. The hair goes through three phases and if it's taken away in the right phase it won't ever come back! :) And if you use the epilator often enough there will be so few hairs it won't feel much at all.
The every day life
It's strange how fast life turns into "vardag" (everyday normal life). First week in Frankfurt was filled with new stuff and I was full of energy! But now the normal state of mind is back - the feeling of the days just passing without getting anywhere. It's not all true, though. After all I have taken small steps every day - buying new bed linen and an epilator, gotten the phone numbers to some people in the canoe club, talked to John about gong-fu clubs and have been out running quite a lot, slowly getting my body in shape again. But the wait!!! Waiting for computer access (and a computer and a phone) at work. Waiting for the 23rd when I will go back to Sweden to get all the stuff I will need and drive it all down with my father in his car. Waiting for Spain tonight!!! :D Waiting for the people at my company to get back from their vacations so I can get some answers on how to do with all the travel expenses. Waiting for some meaningful duties at work.
Oh, am I negative! :) But I am a bit troubled - about clothes. Maybe it's being surrounded by shirts with wide sleeves reaching just below the elbow in questionable colours every day. Or the fact that I have lived with the same little bag of clothes for three weeks. Or what seems to be the impossible task of finding good clothes stores in town. But anyway I definitely have to do something about my wardrobe! But how? My former clothes shopping guru expert Angelica has retired and I don't know if I dare to shop alone in a country with no taste.
Ok, stop! It's time for a completive break: This always happen - I face a problem and instead of confronting it and solve the god damn problem once and for all I give up. Whining about what a huge problem it is blah blah blah... Ok, so let's look further and find a solution:
I will get all my clothes from Sweden in a few weeks, that's a good thing. Meanwhile I can look in fashion magazines and such to find inspiration. And walk around Frankfurt window shopping. And think about what I really want to wear...
- Should I go for the fancy, snobbish look? Would be good at work and I like dressing up every now and then. But I have to watch - I can't stand brats!
- Or the rock'n'roll look? I would really like to but I just don't look rock'n'roll, no matter what I wear. Face it - I'm a good boy from a villa suburb with a good education and a good job and I never had any problems really - I'm not rock'n'roll. (The other week I suddenly got a rock'n'roll-wannabe urge and took on a nite belt and a key chain. Jarmo thought I looked gay and he was probably not the only one... ;)
- Maybe the sporty look? Yeah, this is me - I love sports (practising, not looking!) and I like to move, to feel free, comfortable. Fast. Fit.
- Howabout the Opel look - short-sleeved shirts with sleeves that go past the elbow and are really wide? If you ever see me in a shirt the German style please, please kill me!
-Why not the super market look, with very priceworthy clothes? No, I would never sink this low, just kidding. :)
- The sexy look? Right, where did that come from???
- The nature-friend, alternative look? Well, yes, I would love buying eco and fair-trade clothes but I don't want to look like a 50-year virgin! But I wouldn't mind some alternative looks. And nowadays there are more and more fashionable eco clothes coming up, so today you can be fair AND good looking.
Ok, sporty it is! I would say a sporty every-day wardrobe with a fancy, really good-looking set of clothes to be able to dress up when need be. As far as possible the clothes are fair-trade, eco clothes. Yeah, that's it. But where to find it??? I will look in town. In Gothenburg when I get home. In London. Berlin. The Internet of course. Yeah, I will just have to be patient. (ARGH!!! I am not patient!!! I hate waiting, I want it now, now, now!!! Oh, god, I'm such a child...)
See? Just keep on and a solution is found. And hope. And suddenly the existence isn't all that bad after all. :)
Oh, am I negative! :) But I am a bit troubled - about clothes. Maybe it's being surrounded by shirts with wide sleeves reaching just below the elbow in questionable colours every day. Or the fact that I have lived with the same little bag of clothes for three weeks. Or what seems to be the impossible task of finding good clothes stores in town. But anyway I definitely have to do something about my wardrobe! But how? My former clothes shopping guru expert Angelica has retired and I don't know if I dare to shop alone in a country with no taste.
Ok, stop! It's time for a completive break: This always happen - I face a problem and instead of confronting it and solve the god damn problem once and for all I give up. Whining about what a huge problem it is blah blah blah... Ok, so let's look further and find a solution:
I will get all my clothes from Sweden in a few weeks, that's a good thing. Meanwhile I can look in fashion magazines and such to find inspiration. And walk around Frankfurt window shopping. And think about what I really want to wear...
- Should I go for the fancy, snobbish look? Would be good at work and I like dressing up every now and then. But I have to watch - I can't stand brats!
- Or the rock'n'roll look? I would really like to but I just don't look rock'n'roll, no matter what I wear. Face it - I'm a good boy from a villa suburb with a good education and a good job and I never had any problems really - I'm not rock'n'roll. (The other week I suddenly got a rock'n'roll-wannabe urge and took on a nite belt and a key chain. Jarmo thought I looked gay and he was probably not the only one... ;)
- Maybe the sporty look? Yeah, this is me - I love sports (practising, not looking!) and I like to move, to feel free, comfortable. Fast. Fit.
- Howabout the Opel look - short-sleeved shirts with sleeves that go past the elbow and are really wide? If you ever see me in a shirt the German style please, please kill me!
-Why not the super market look, with very priceworthy clothes? No, I would never sink this low, just kidding. :)
- The sexy look? Right, where did that come from???
- The nature-friend, alternative look? Well, yes, I would love buying eco and fair-trade clothes but I don't want to look like a 50-year virgin! But I wouldn't mind some alternative looks. And nowadays there are more and more fashionable eco clothes coming up, so today you can be fair AND good looking.
Ok, sporty it is! I would say a sporty every-day wardrobe with a fancy, really good-looking set of clothes to be able to dress up when need be. As far as possible the clothes are fair-trade, eco clothes. Yeah, that's it. But where to find it??? I will look in town. In Gothenburg when I get home. In London. Berlin. The Internet of course. Yeah, I will just have to be patient. (ARGH!!! I am not patient!!! I hate waiting, I want it now, now, now!!! Oh, god, I'm such a child...)
See? Just keep on and a solution is found. And hope. And suddenly the existence isn't all that bad after all. :)
German engineers
Engineers are usually a bit awkward, but the German engineer has got to be the worst. It's like acting in a weird German variant of The Office. Everyone's wearing a short-sleeved shirt with way too big sleeves. The bosses (and the boss-wannabes) have a tie to that. Funny thing is that one of the last things that I read before I left Sweden was to never, ever wear a short-sleeved shirt. :)
Terrified of doing mistakes they dare not to do anything; there are loads of regulations and rules and procedures to brake - it's like moving in a mine-field. So most people don't move. Safest that way. But they hate it! Of course they do, it sucks - so they have to somehow let that frustration out. They do that by fucking with others, referring to the system. "We must have a stamp here." "We need the original." Whining, whining, in some bizarre way trying to get even with the system by making others miserable using that system. Like today: A paper came back, filled with stamps and signatures. It wasn't the original, get us the original. Sure, one stamp had to be gotten from another city so we'd used the scanned and mailed version and then gotten the last signatures. We went to the person we thought rejected the paper but now it was ok! "A colleague must have blah blah..." Unbelievable! Of course, when we came back later with a paper we forgot, we got the "please use the normal procedure... I have lots to do" waltz, but the paper was accepted.
Terrified of doing mistakes they dare not to do anything; there are loads of regulations and rules and procedures to brake - it's like moving in a mine-field. So most people don't move. Safest that way. But they hate it! Of course they do, it sucks - so they have to somehow let that frustration out. They do that by fucking with others, referring to the system. "We must have a stamp here." "We need the original." Whining, whining, in some bizarre way trying to get even with the system by making others miserable using that system. Like today: A paper came back, filled with stamps and signatures. It wasn't the original, get us the original. Sure, one stamp had to be gotten from another city so we'd used the scanned and mailed version and then gotten the last signatures. We went to the person we thought rejected the paper but now it was ok! "A colleague must have blah blah..." Unbelievable! Of course, when we came back later with a paper we forgot, we got the "please use the normal procedure... I have lots to do" waltz, but the paper was accepted.
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