Oshlo!

För exakt ett år sedan satt jag i en lägenhet i St. Petersburg och åt midsommarmat, som jag inhandlat på Ikea, a la en-person-format. Ikväll tänkte jag laga en gryta från zansibar som jag hittat i min nya kokbok. Det är konstigt att när man är utomlands känns det mer viktigt med svenska traditioner än någon gång annars. Men varför inte här i Norge? Åt jag sill i Russia borde jag väl göra det här oxå? Men blä säger jag bara, här är man inte alltid stolt över att vara svensk. Det håller även många norrmän med om, vilket de till och med uttrycker i halvtaskig grafitti.

Så nej, det blir ingen midsommar afton ikväll. Ingen stång, ingen sång.Vi begraver den svenska traditionen med svansen mellan benen.... Men däremot i morgon!!! Haha! Då ska dom få se! Då firas midsommar för hela slanten, med jordgubbar och små grodor och allt! Tro väl aldrig vi skulle skippa det helt!

Puss på er alla från ett regnigt Oslo! :) Ha de!

UB riot- students gone MAD, police don't like

Sneakers of the week

VILKA CLEANA SNEAKERS!
Åhh, when I go to bed at night I dream about sneakers. Seriously, there are so many of them!!! Woha!

But of course, people seldom notice old clothes if you wear a big smile!

Poetry Slam

Haiku

In Visor
Hazardous soft skin
Cherry ice cream in black box
Can’t make you out






Again

The sun has set unease is everywhere
Her bags are packed all folded in as neat
as she have done so many times by here
She pours a bath to see herself complete

She scrubs to find what I have hidden well
Below her beaten skin she cries in pains
For them in truth unseen – a quiet yell
She gets away this time in dark refrains

For you my love is time since long mislaid
Forever lost you must not stay but I
am not that dim. Your bags are packed I paid
A light is red I stride to find your cry

Go fold yourself in that suitcase routine
My own scarlet woman eternally unclean



A rolling stone

Why does a stone starts to roll?
Will my question ever be known?
Has he set out a definite goal?
A plan to leave us all alone?

The ground starts to rock, stones hold hands
This stone lay far from all the other
This lonely stone not stopped by demands
My brother, sister and my own mother

The fastest roller is the lonely stone
Nothing will stop him on his way
High upon his own portly throne
Doesn’t listen to words like stay

Doesn’t fall in the luring hole
No one in pace with the rolling stone
Determine to play his own role
None of us can enter that zone

The storm is coming, stone rolls again
When the rain falls he’s on the road
The others tied to heavy chain
Mother’s tears her own cheerless load

My father was a rolling stone
Was somewhere else, someone spent
Left me completely fucking blown
As a rootless tree in torment





Faces of Time

Tick, tack, thick, black,
Second, minute, hour, day
Time is silent, but ripping you apart
Time is slow, hands in pocket, digging with shoe
Times takes forever, flicking a cigarette
Time is here, I am there
Time is there, you are here

Tick, tack, brick, crack
Time is quick, past you invisible by
Time is working, you’re traffic jammed
Too late, already started, will stop
Time works faster, you pressure on
Time is bought, a privilege for some few
Time is won, the losers hang loose

Tick, tack, kick, back
Time pushes, even when you lay down
Time stresses, tricking, jaws clenched
Ticking, tacking, tackling you
Picking, licking, sticking on you
Travel to the speed of sound
I’m five minutes away from you

Tick, tack, sick, smack,
Time stops, déjà vu, rewind, slow motion
Time is lost, can never be taken back
Time is nothing, I don’t care
Time is everything, I have none
I’m a million of miles away from you
Decade, generation, millennium, eternity

Full Scale War Russia Georgia

The same day as the Olympic Games started, with intention to bring peace between all nations worldwide, a full war between Georgia and Russia has started. Early this morning Russia bombed the city Tbilisi, and thousands of people are fleeing into the mountains to seek protection from the falling bombs. 90 % of the victims in the war between Russia and Georgia, mainly taking part in South Otessia, are civil people.

When Georgia became independent from Russia in 1991, The Republic of South Ossetia broke free from Georgia and became an independent state. The Republic is now living from Russian help and are receiving protection from Russia. Georgia has been in conflict with South Ossetia since 1989, causing the death of many innocent people. They don’t want to loose Ossetia to the Russians, not when they have, finally, become free of the Soviet Union. Russia doesn’t like that. But there are much more things that Russia doesn’t like. For instance the fact that they can’t control the gas and oil resources of Georgia. Experts calls it the new Cold War.

Whoever the good guy or the bad guy is in this conflict, it is awful that a full scale war is taking place only a few hours from Sweden, without many people even knowing about it. A girl at my work is devastated because she can’t get a hold of her relatives living in Tbilisi. They have been missing since early Saturday morning, the day after the Russian bombs first fell over the area. She is also not allowed to leave Russia plus that it is anyway not possible to enter Georgia via Russia at the moment. Her relatives? No sign.

St. Petersburg feels like a world away, but I know it’s not…. And I think it's bullshit to say that the Russian bear is sleeping.

Keep on rockin in the free world

Imagine yourself having a slight, very slight but still, hangover. Imagine yourself driving to a very remote part of a large city. Construction, devastation, abandoned houses. Imagine yourself stopping in front of an iron gate. The driver is honking and a guard (smoking, drunker than you were yesterday) is opening a door next to the gate, takes a quick look at you, nods and the gates slowly opens. The car can enter. Now imagine that the gates close behind you, and what you see inside the walls is like a squatter camp; small garages/houses built out of sheet metal, concrete, wood. Graffiti, trash, you name it. But this isn’t a place where people live. This is where the Russians keep there belongings, like an extra room to their apartments in the city. During the Soviet era all citizens were given a small apartment, a small piece of land outside the city, dutcha, and a small garage or storing place. And at one of all these storing places we have just arrived. The guys in the car starts to unload bags and instruments from the car. They take the lock of when of the metal doors and opens. It’s pitch dark inside but it smells like very old sneakers and cigarettes. We enter, someone switches on the light. There are two rooms. The first one is filled with stuff, instruments, computers, garbage, beer bottles. If you open another metal door you enter a sound (and air) isolated room, our goal: the recording studio. The bands get ready, smokes 200 cigarettes in the first room. ALL of us enter the “studio” and the guys start playing/singing/screaming. Remember your condition. Imagine the room being only 5x8 meters. Imagine 6 crazy Russians playing very load, and all walls are covered with loudspeakers. Big ones. And they don’t sing Mors lilla Olle, this is Noises- a Russian rock/punk/metal band. The sweat is dripping from the ceiling. Its rocking! Proper Rocking! It’s a normal Sunday in St. Pete!

Solar Eclipse Russia

"The Sun will be completely hidden by the Moon for 2 minutes, 27 seconds (the maximum duration at the greatest eclipse point) beginning at 10:21:08 GMT, in northern Russia"

Wow! The Sun will be gone for like 2 min and 20 sec! I just went out, looking through a cd-disc, and atleast half the sun was covered... volle geil!