Occupy your mind. The revolution begins within.

I do not own this picture, or the rights to it. But I think I'm allowed to spread it. And I do endorse the point it makes.

Maybe It's Mr Putin Himself

Someone in Russia is reading this little blog of mine very regularly. I can tell, as I keep a close eye on my statistics.

I don't know anyone in Russia.

Who are you, russian person? I like you.

Life And Its Goodbadness

So, right now my life is goodbad, which is a word I just made up myself, and it means that it's good but it's good in a way that brings a lot of anxiety and angst and oh my world am I doing the right thing here now?

I'm in love, for starters, and I'm in love with someone who's in love with me right back or at least claims to be. And that should be just great. It is just great, but it's never that simple. My life is so complicated and so messy and I'm too complicated and too messy. Are you sure you want to be with me, I've nothing to give, Tricky said and so says I and I really mean it, won't lie and say this love is best (take a walk take a rest now taste the rest).



Also I'm moving. Leaving my cosy little flat in the middle of the ghetto for a gorgeous little farmhouse with a garden and fields all around in the middle of nowhere, which is also great, especially considering car bombs and robberies around here of late, but it's never that simple. It does also mean that I'll be stuck in the middle of a field in the middle of harsh swedish winter with snow up to my elbows and a mile to the nearest bus stop and no car. Will I cope? Will the child cope?

I'm scared of so many things right now. But I'm excited about even more. Life is goodbad. The future is bright.

Film Quote

"We should just be friends."

"I don't want friends."

"I was just being polite, I have no intention of being friends with you."

The Social Network has the best dialogue ever.

I'm A Jailbird To Your Music

These gigs will be the absolute top of my summer. Only a couple more weeks now.

It's Not Love It's Just Our Beat

Beautifully simple, just as nature intended: a chemical reaction in our brains telling our bodies to move in time. I dance to his beat and he dances to mine.



Being the object of someone's desire is not an unpleasant experience.

Come Up And See Me

There's the kind of relationship that doesn't benefit from getting to know someone closer. Sometimes you like a person better before you know them, really. But then there's the kind of relationship that withstands the test of time, where it doesn't matter if you don't see each other for months and years, it's still right back to the same level once you do get together, and those are the ones I like the best. Probably because I'm slightly lazy (as they don't take too much effort).

Most my really good friends are people I see once every few years or so. Most of them don't live in the same country, or even on the same continent, as I do. Regardless of the crap I've put them through, and it's most likely been a lot, regardless of distance and of the differences in our lifestyles, regardless of time and place and change, I know we're still as close as ever when we get the chance to be. Maybe in a different way, but not a less way, never a less way.

Last night I had an unexpected phone call. Seems I'll be having a visitor later this month. Last time we hung out was in 2005, in Calgary, AB. My hair's longer now than it was then, but that's probably the only thing that's gonna be different.