A list of things

Organizing things in list makes them easier to read, comprehend & process. Thus, a list of stuff I’ve been up to lately.

• Watching movies in the company of Birger Jarlska Filmsällskapet.  Dwarfs, monsters, monsters, monsters and stuff mostly.
• Playing video games.
• Playing Final Fantasy XII in particular.
• Sleeping.
• Hanging out at Ted’s office ’til four in the morning getting hammered just for the sake of it.
• Working myself through our Steinbeck library. I’m halfway through. The message seems to be that most women are severely traumatized and enjoy being raped. And most men are severely traumatized and enjoy raping women. (How’s that for a fucked up win/win situation?)
• Writing songs. Music’s fun again! Whee!
• Setting up encrypted remote desktop connections for Linux. Seriously, shouldn’t it be easier? It’s 2008 after all.

Next thing I’m gonna do is start swimming. Scout’s honor.

01.11

Back to my old patterns of little to no sleep. At least this time I’m pretty sure what’s causing it – a long period of constant stress finally ending over the past two weeks followed by a weekend I pretty much slept through. And just when my heart rate is approaching normal. Bang. Workload at 9to5 goes through the roof. In a good way I guess. Still. Damn adrenaline.

Note to self – make sure to use holidays for other things than work and saying goodbye to people.

I’m learning to play the guitar again. Naturally I’m slightly depressed that I will never be an Olov, and definitely not a Martin but if I keep playing my 7 safe chords long enough I’m sure they’ll transform into music soon enough.

Sleep deserves a second chance.

I’ve run out of titles

And more or less words to write. I might stumble across new ones some day. Or maybe not.

This next piece of song here is definitely worth three minutes of your time. And then when you’ve listened to it with your eyes closed four times, try to actually watching the video. Hagabion goes MTV, sort of.

26th and running

The winter accelerated to it’s usual blinding speed and then crashed right into, or rather – all through, Christmas. I won’t go into much detail of how I got through this the most stressful and cant of holidays (not to mention rather enjoyed most of it) and just skip ahead to present time.

I’m back on the northbound bus I used to ride too fckng many times a year back in the days when I still studied and played in the best rock band to never release an album. The stubborn monotony of the green, brown and white Norrland landscape gradually induces a state of sweet coma. I had a moment of weird magic half an hour ago when the bus drove into Umeå, hometown of AvsC while My Cool blasted in my ears. Some kind of twisted, familiar irony. (It also reminded me that I have a couple of e-mails to reply to. I just need a day or two in the studio…)

A question that will haunt me all throughout 2008, much as I like the guy’s music:

Who shoved what up Alexis Weak’s arse?

I promised to keep my mouth shut 3

Right, this is getting ridicolous. But I have to share yet another one. There’s been this talk of world domination and no one’s exaggerating.

I promised to keep my mouth shut

But I have to tell your this much. And this is only the beginning.

Keeping it up

So here I am listening to Kylie’s supposedly leaked album wondering why I didn’t write any of her songs. A little too tired to actually fall asleep, a few thoughts too many bouncing around.

I guess I’ll get to sleep another night.

Edit: Damn. I thought we agreed we’d had enough for this year.

The First Worthless Evening

So here’s a quick update since I have nothing of real interest to write: I’m alone and panicking.

Usually I like to put on an act that I really, really need my private space. I’m big on not answering the phone(s), not reading my e-mail for five days, not see people for a week straight, never setting iChat-status to anything but “away”. My answering machine says outright that I never check my messages. Yeah, all of that is really easy when there are people around you. Subtract everyone, including the person you live with and I’m climbing the walls within four hours. It’s turning out to be a lousy week unless I find stuff to do. (So don’t hesitate to come up with things to invite me to. Like kicking a football around, kicking some Playstation ass or, oh, go on a Dance Revolution spree at some arcade! Or something that’s not about competition. I’m fine with that too. I’ve even set my iChat status to “Available”.)

In other news…

What is wrong with Don Henley? Did he get an extra songwriting chromosome? Surely he must be missing something, just to even out for the incredible talent he’s been given. I’m guessing his right foot or the ability to eat with cutlery. (There’s probably a word for the latter condition.)

I’m terribly late with a couple of remixes (deadline… yesterday, I think) and should be listening to nothing but dance music. Catch up on Fluokids, mix tapes and the latest releases over at Juno to find inspiration and be on top of the ever anxious house culture. Instead I get suckered in by Don Henley and keep playing The End Of The Innocence over and over again. My Last.fm-chart for next week will suffer from severe Henleyitis.

It was a big big year for fashion, a lousy year for rock and roll.

(My God what a bunch of egocentric me-isms this post turned out to be. I’m terribly sorry and I promise to write something of general interest next time. There I go again. I’m terribly sorry and I promise to…)

Mixtapes as escapism

I need someone to make me a mixtape right now. It could feature songs like “We walk the same line”. Hell, even “Bridge over troubled water” would do. Or just buy me a cup of coffee. That would be nice.

Fuck this week and fuck this Friday in particular.

I took my refuge to Röda Sten for an hour or two, just to clear my head. It almost rained. I loved it.

Are poor thieves artists?

I just realized that I’ve managed to misquote the quote that gave this blog it’s name. When I hum the line in my head I always add the word “then” to make an upbeat of three eights. The original upbeat of two eights is, of course, a whole lot better. Darn you, mr. Watt.

I’m officially on holiday since Monday morning and have started feeling pretty OK again. The omnipresent fatigue is pretty much gone and the stacks of cds/12″ I bought but never listened to all the way through (or in some cases, didn’t listen to at all) are starting to diminish. I have even started casually reading some of the finer music blogs, idly browsing Virb (Myspace is just too… repulsing) and resubscribed to Lovefingers. There are gems out there. Expect some thoughts on all that soon.

Also expect a list of reasons why turning off your cell phone dramatically increases the quality of your life. And your THUG2 high score.