Look, I'm much too busy to document anything with any sort of elan, so I'd rather throw in the towel for now and simply say that things are going well overall. I'm busy, did I say that. But busy with good things.
I'm nervous for the future and my own abilities.
But that's a constant.
See you somewhere down the line.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
The return of public ridicule (oh, and lots of catching up)
It would seem that my beard has now reached a volume that attracts comments from sniveling punks and still-in-gradeschool retards. When I had long hair that form of attention made me sad... now I just get a weird feeling of pride. Guess it's all part of growing up and growing older. But enough about that.
The Vega concert. Oh yes. Yes yes yes. She is amazing live but then again I knew she would be having seen her live back in... 2000? I think it was 2000. At any rate a fantastic concert but a little bit overshadowed by her earlier performance. This, I think, has to do with the fact that I find her latest album well under par for her. It's just not good and that's not an easy thing for me to say as I practically worship the woman. My father was also impressed, even to a higher degree than myself.
Mads and I went to see Mezzy Slide perform at Mojo that following weekend. I had had the pleasure earlier but this was Mads's first experience with that band. They pulled off a killer performance, releasing so much energy that Mads and I had to leave early. Great guitar goodness it was a good time had.
Then followed two parties. First one thrown by the Club 15 boys at Smetti's place and then one to prematurely celebrate Kasper's birthday. Both were great shindigs with the Club 15 one providing the lions share of laughs and Kasper's being more about seeing people I had missed during the course of the summer and listening to good tunes. I was very pleased at the opportunity to be so festive over the course of a single weekend.
This past weekend saw the taking place of the annual let's-get-together-outside-of-Ærø trip for the Board. A weekend spent relaxing with good people and, more often than not, laughing our asses off.
Lesley has been around ever since I came home but, alack and alas, she leaves for more british shores tomorrow. This makes me sad but it is the way it is. Friends can't always stay geographically close, c'est la vie sadly. If I had any brains at all I would make it a priority to visit her sometime this fall.
And speaking of travelling, Mads and I are going to Rome. We've booked tickets and a hostel and everything. Wow. My first trip ever without family. Strange and youthful. Looking forward to it, the summers pretty much over here.
I start college in the morning. There's a scary thought. I feel ready.
Today was really nice. It sure was.
That sums it up pretty much. Catch y'all on the flipside.
The Vega concert. Oh yes. Yes yes yes. She is amazing live but then again I knew she would be having seen her live back in... 2000? I think it was 2000. At any rate a fantastic concert but a little bit overshadowed by her earlier performance. This, I think, has to do with the fact that I find her latest album well under par for her. It's just not good and that's not an easy thing for me to say as I practically worship the woman. My father was also impressed, even to a higher degree than myself.
Mads and I went to see Mezzy Slide perform at Mojo that following weekend. I had had the pleasure earlier but this was Mads's first experience with that band. They pulled off a killer performance, releasing so much energy that Mads and I had to leave early. Great guitar goodness it was a good time had.
Then followed two parties. First one thrown by the Club 15 boys at Smetti's place and then one to prematurely celebrate Kasper's birthday. Both were great shindigs with the Club 15 one providing the lions share of laughs and Kasper's being more about seeing people I had missed during the course of the summer and listening to good tunes. I was very pleased at the opportunity to be so festive over the course of a single weekend.
This past weekend saw the taking place of the annual let's-get-together-outside-of-Ærø trip for the Board. A weekend spent relaxing with good people and, more often than not, laughing our asses off.
Lesley has been around ever since I came home but, alack and alas, she leaves for more british shores tomorrow. This makes me sad but it is the way it is. Friends can't always stay geographically close, c'est la vie sadly. If I had any brains at all I would make it a priority to visit her sometime this fall.
And speaking of travelling, Mads and I are going to Rome. We've booked tickets and a hostel and everything. Wow. My first trip ever without family. Strange and youthful. Looking forward to it, the summers pretty much over here.
I start college in the morning. There's a scary thought. I feel ready.
Today was really nice. It sure was.
That sums it up pretty much. Catch y'all on the flipside.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
10 years
It feels like a lifetime.
It isn't. Just ten years.
I used to believe very strongly that people were shaped primarily by the tragedies they faced, no matter how big or small said tragedies were. I don't know if I still think that's right, I haven't given it much thought in years. That's probably a good sign. There're lots of good signs.
The long update will follow as soon as I can get my blog on but good.
Shelter and peace.
It isn't. Just ten years.
I used to believe very strongly that people were shaped primarily by the tragedies they faced, no matter how big or small said tragedies were. I don't know if I still think that's right, I haven't given it much thought in years. That's probably a good sign. There're lots of good signs.
The long update will follow as soon as I can get my blog on but good.
Shelter and peace.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Gimme a week or so
There'll be a post up about the Suzanne Vega koncert and also the Mezzy Slide one.
And probably about the Klezmofobia one if I make that.
And Kaspers party.
And the Qlub 15 thing.
Lots of stuff coming up.
Hung out with Jeppe and Hannah today. We went to see Planet Terror to top off a nice, relaxing evening. I highly recomend the Rodriguez-romp, it does everything it sets out to do and it does it very well. Fun thrills and spills, oh, and someone eats Fergies brain. Yes. It's like that.
Also, time is breaking down again but in a somewhat positive way. Don't know if I'll write more about that, we'll see how crazy I think it sounds and take it from there.
Stay tuned.
And probably about the Klezmofobia one if I make that.
And Kaspers party.
And the Qlub 15 thing.
Lots of stuff coming up.
Hung out with Jeppe and Hannah today. We went to see Planet Terror to top off a nice, relaxing evening. I highly recomend the Rodriguez-romp, it does everything it sets out to do and it does it very well. Fun thrills and spills, oh, and someone eats Fergies brain. Yes. It's like that.
Also, time is breaking down again but in a somewhat positive way. Don't know if I'll write more about that, we'll see how crazy I think it sounds and take it from there.
Stay tuned.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
A wonderful day in Roskilde
Yesterday Mads and I went to Roskilde bright and early - well, bright and early for a saturday - to go see folk music and our old friend Eigil. Neither part dissapointed.
ROD gave a very, very nice koncert on the walking-street and after that several spontaneous jam-sessions sprung up all over town. This led me to wish two things: 1) Copenhagen should have a folk club, like Mojo but for fiddles and bothrans and mandolins and accordions and all that and 2) Every day should be filled with live music from morning till night.
These seem to me to be simple wishes.
Mads left somewhat early, leaving me to hang around Eigil and his friends from ROD. Great people all but I am always especially pleased to meet a fellow by the name of Christian, we seem to be developing one of those friendships that require but once a year contact.
In the evening I saw a few more concerts with one standing out in particular by a band called Trio Mio. They were fantastic, truly. I purchased one of their cds and find it enjoyable to be sure, but sadly unable to capture fully the energy of the trio.
I left at about half past ten in the evening, a mite early perhaps but I had a journey ahead of me that I did not want to postpone too far into the night. I hit Copenhagen right as the Tivoli fireworks were going on, right as the city was at its busiest and I basked in the glow of being back.
Yeah, I'm back.
ROD gave a very, very nice koncert on the walking-street and after that several spontaneous jam-sessions sprung up all over town. This led me to wish two things: 1) Copenhagen should have a folk club, like Mojo but for fiddles and bothrans and mandolins and accordions and all that and 2) Every day should be filled with live music from morning till night.
These seem to me to be simple wishes.
Mads left somewhat early, leaving me to hang around Eigil and his friends from ROD. Great people all but I am always especially pleased to meet a fellow by the name of Christian, we seem to be developing one of those friendships that require but once a year contact.
In the evening I saw a few more concerts with one standing out in particular by a band called Trio Mio. They were fantastic, truly. I purchased one of their cds and find it enjoyable to be sure, but sadly unable to capture fully the energy of the trio.
I left at about half past ten in the evening, a mite early perhaps but I had a journey ahead of me that I did not want to postpone too far into the night. I hit Copenhagen right as the Tivoli fireworks were going on, right as the city was at its busiest and I basked in the glow of being back.
Yeah, I'm back.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Well...
To be fair we did actually get some sunlight.
Scattered showers or no, one could still feel the magic.
I really ought to be in bed by now but I've slept much too much these past days. Crazy amounts of sleep, somewhere in the region og ten hours a night. Off-the-scale silly.
Easing my way into this.
Baby steps.
Scattered showers or no, one could still feel the magic.
I really ought to be in bed by now but I've slept much too much these past days. Crazy amounts of sleep, somewhere in the region og ten hours a night. Off-the-scale silly.
Easing my way into this.
Baby steps.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
The longest and brightest
Yup, the next four days or so are the longest and most filled with light and nicest and pleasentest days we can come up with in this country. And what's the forecast? Cloudy and rainy.
Sheesh.
It sure is muggy though.
Sheesh.
It sure is muggy though.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The greatest gig
One of the many things I never reported on was the gig on the 4th of May. Well, long story short it was a little bit of a dissapointment. We did our best but we never quite reached our audience and in the end it felt as though even our streamlined one-hour playlist was too long for those people. Also I personally failed to acheive a goal I thought would be simple but then became impossible. For now at least.
Well, now, more than a month later and with a changed and padded line-up, we invaded a school for the mentally handicapped where the teachers were throwing some sort of bash. And we did not just rock the house, we obliterated it. Pure and simple. We were awsome and the audience was awsome. They responded to what we were doing on stage (which was simply a cordoned-off part of the gym floor) and that in turn made us want to give them more. My personal highlight was our two performances of Mustang Sally which gave me a chance to completely Prince it out of proportions, if you know what I mean.
Lots of stuff to post on but... well, I've recently developed a rather nasty case of paranoia which causes a little bit of reclusivness and a lack of wanting to let anyone know what I'm up to. It may be a biproduct of my increased dosage of Zyprexa but it's probably nothing to do with it.
All my love.
Well, now, more than a month later and with a changed and padded line-up, we invaded a school for the mentally handicapped where the teachers were throwing some sort of bash. And we did not just rock the house, we obliterated it. Pure and simple. We were awsome and the audience was awsome. They responded to what we were doing on stage (which was simply a cordoned-off part of the gym floor) and that in turn made us want to give them more. My personal highlight was our two performances of Mustang Sally which gave me a chance to completely Prince it out of proportions, if you know what I mean.
Lots of stuff to post on but... well, I've recently developed a rather nasty case of paranoia which causes a little bit of reclusivness and a lack of wanting to let anyone know what I'm up to. It may be a biproduct of my increased dosage of Zyprexa but it's probably nothing to do with it.
All my love.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Where the fuck have I been?!!?
Oy!
And this won't even be a real post, just a placeholder.
In April I had this problem with there not being enough to blog about, well, in May there was simply too much. Every day was loaded with impressions and emotions and hope and despair and fun and good times and long walks and rendevouz with friends.
The blog will be back soon. I promise.
Stay with me, the story gets better.
And this won't even be a real post, just a placeholder.
In April I had this problem with there not being enough to blog about, well, in May there was simply too much. Every day was loaded with impressions and emotions and hope and despair and fun and good times and long walks and rendevouz with friends.
The blog will be back soon. I promise.
Stay with me, the story gets better.
Monday, April 30, 2007
A drunken weekend (And a few words on Lillebjørn)
Not me, obviously.
But other people.
Friday I was scheduled to go to Tivoli with Heidi B. whom I had not seen for some nine months. The excuse for meeting up was the Friday concert which that week featured a man whose name I cannot remember but who was billed as 'the voice of Dr. Hook'. The music was somewhere between very good and seventies ballads. Ugh. The man himself was wonderful. Full of energy and irony and even quite a bit of sincerity. He ranted and raved and was all in all very interesting.
Whoops, I'm getting ahead of myself, this diary blogging isn't as easy as it ought to be.
As it turned out Heidi and I were joined by Jeppe and his cousin Hannah. The three of them blazed around Tivoli for a while while I stood and took in the concert.
Jeppe was drunk to an impressive degree, he had been drinking with random swedes it seemed. Like you do.
After a few hours, at the end of the concert actually, we left Tivoli to head for Jeppes place. Except for Heidi who had to go see her sister who had lost a key or somesuch thing.
We sat at Jeppes for a while and the I followed Hannah to the Central Square and took a bus home.
I was in bed around four.
Next 'morning' went by at a wonderfully slow pace. I hadn't had a really slow morning in quite a while and even though a few errands had to be run it was still definetly on the quiet side.
In the afternoon it was time to go see Kasper. We had a Steven Seagal marathon planned, just a small one. Nikki and Mads came and Nikki cooked us dinner and fun. In many ways this was your typical David, Nikki, Kasper, Mads kind of evening... well, except for the amount of wine those boys took in. All in all six bottles were emptied. As far as I could observe Nikki received the least with Kasper taking the lions share. Oh yes, he was good and drunk. Very drunk. Grade-school never-tasted-alcohol-before-but-I-think-I'll-like-vodka drunk. Actually I haden't seen him this drunk in years. Good fun.
Bla bla bla, bed by four.
Yesterday was Jeppes birthday and although I was invited along for a trip to Louisiana with family and friends I opted to, instead, have my second slow 'morning' in a row and visited the man at around five in the afternoon instead. We went to eat thai food with his friend Martin, seemingly a great guy, and then we hung out for a while. Jeppe got a little bit drunk, not very, I wouldn't even bring it up if it wasn't for that post title (I spent a long time trying to come up with a better one but after seven hours at the library my skills are limited).
I managed to get a fairly early night and then today I went to work.
On a side-note I can say with a bit of pride that I've managed to reinstate my morning work-out and I can already feel the results after only a week. And the sore-ness. Also, long walks are back! Hooray!
In closing I would like to say a few things about Lillebjørn whose birthday it would be tomorrow.
As cats go he was not the brightest candle nor the most stealthy hunter.
He was, however, extremely loyal and very friendly.
When we had three pets he was the one who would always be around but never jump up on ones lap or show more affection than just a quick leg rub. As he grew older and his mother and dog were lost to illness he became much more of a family cat seeking affection.
All this aside he was MY cat for a few years and he was there for me during a very, very tough part of my life sleeping next to me every night and never waking me when I overslept. In Aarhus he even functioned as pillow for a while.
I've mentioned before how he represented a part of my life that's now reduced only to memory but I'll just mention it again. In fact it is not quite as bad as I thought it would be, memories are powerful.
Summing up, we took care of him and he took care of us.
One cannot ask for more from a pet. Or a family member.
So that's it. Everything's gone all green out there. In a few days we'll all be used to it but right now I still get a kick out of seeing the Tree dressed again. It talks of healing and growth these days. I'm a slave to the weather like every other dane, but it looks like our slavery is about to pay off.
Love.
But other people.
Friday I was scheduled to go to Tivoli with Heidi B. whom I had not seen for some nine months. The excuse for meeting up was the Friday concert which that week featured a man whose name I cannot remember but who was billed as 'the voice of Dr. Hook'. The music was somewhere between very good and seventies ballads. Ugh. The man himself was wonderful. Full of energy and irony and even quite a bit of sincerity. He ranted and raved and was all in all very interesting.
Whoops, I'm getting ahead of myself, this diary blogging isn't as easy as it ought to be.
As it turned out Heidi and I were joined by Jeppe and his cousin Hannah. The three of them blazed around Tivoli for a while while I stood and took in the concert.
Jeppe was drunk to an impressive degree, he had been drinking with random swedes it seemed. Like you do.
After a few hours, at the end of the concert actually, we left Tivoli to head for Jeppes place. Except for Heidi who had to go see her sister who had lost a key or somesuch thing.
We sat at Jeppes for a while and the I followed Hannah to the Central Square and took a bus home.
I was in bed around four.
Next 'morning' went by at a wonderfully slow pace. I hadn't had a really slow morning in quite a while and even though a few errands had to be run it was still definetly on the quiet side.
In the afternoon it was time to go see Kasper. We had a Steven Seagal marathon planned, just a small one. Nikki and Mads came and Nikki cooked us dinner and fun. In many ways this was your typical David, Nikki, Kasper, Mads kind of evening... well, except for the amount of wine those boys took in. All in all six bottles were emptied. As far as I could observe Nikki received the least with Kasper taking the lions share. Oh yes, he was good and drunk. Very drunk. Grade-school never-tasted-alcohol-before-but-I-think-I'll-like-vodka drunk. Actually I haden't seen him this drunk in years. Good fun.
Bla bla bla, bed by four.
Yesterday was Jeppes birthday and although I was invited along for a trip to Louisiana with family and friends I opted to, instead, have my second slow 'morning' in a row and visited the man at around five in the afternoon instead. We went to eat thai food with his friend Martin, seemingly a great guy, and then we hung out for a while. Jeppe got a little bit drunk, not very, I wouldn't even bring it up if it wasn't for that post title (I spent a long time trying to come up with a better one but after seven hours at the library my skills are limited).
I managed to get a fairly early night and then today I went to work.
On a side-note I can say with a bit of pride that I've managed to reinstate my morning work-out and I can already feel the results after only a week. And the sore-ness. Also, long walks are back! Hooray!
In closing I would like to say a few things about Lillebjørn whose birthday it would be tomorrow.
As cats go he was not the brightest candle nor the most stealthy hunter.
He was, however, extremely loyal and very friendly.
When we had three pets he was the one who would always be around but never jump up on ones lap or show more affection than just a quick leg rub. As he grew older and his mother and dog were lost to illness he became much more of a family cat seeking affection.
All this aside he was MY cat for a few years and he was there for me during a very, very tough part of my life sleeping next to me every night and never waking me when I overslept. In Aarhus he even functioned as pillow for a while.
I've mentioned before how he represented a part of my life that's now reduced only to memory but I'll just mention it again. In fact it is not quite as bad as I thought it would be, memories are powerful.
Summing up, we took care of him and he took care of us.
One cannot ask for more from a pet. Or a family member.
So that's it. Everything's gone all green out there. In a few days we'll all be used to it but right now I still get a kick out of seeing the Tree dressed again. It talks of healing and growth these days. I'm a slave to the weather like every other dane, but it looks like our slavery is about to pay off.
Love.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
I'm scared
All the time. All the damn time.
My nails suffer from it. My ability to concentrate.
Sleep is getting hard to get lately.
Sure, I'm other things as well, but always scared.
I can feel it creeping up on me and I just want to drown it out and I try with music and walking and socializing and work and hope but it just stays there inside my head.
God I'm tired.
My pills don't seem to work anymore either. They take only the bare minimum.
Look, I'm not blowing any whistles here or anything, it's just, if I can't communicate my fear here then where the fuck can I? I'm not even sure how long it's been this way but a careful estimate says 12-14 years, with substantial lulls. It's been a while since a lull. I'm not even sure that the warm embrace of Love would do any good. I'm lonely, obviously, but that plays second fiddle to the fear.
I guess this is why people drink, some people.
Why some people turn to imaginary friends.
The whole world is about to collapse in on itself from waves of time, but I'm not supposed to tell you that. I'm supposed to tell you that I'm doing fine. When I say I'm doing fine I mean it, even if I'm only doing fine when you asked.
Eventually I will tire myself out and then I'll get a good, long, uninterrupted nights sleep. And then everything may look brighter. All the time, not just some of the time, not just when I try to shout it out with idle pleasures.
And words to that effect.
Goodnight.
My nails suffer from it. My ability to concentrate.
Sleep is getting hard to get lately.
Sure, I'm other things as well, but always scared.
I can feel it creeping up on me and I just want to drown it out and I try with music and walking and socializing and work and hope but it just stays there inside my head.
God I'm tired.
My pills don't seem to work anymore either. They take only the bare minimum.
Look, I'm not blowing any whistles here or anything, it's just, if I can't communicate my fear here then where the fuck can I? I'm not even sure how long it's been this way but a careful estimate says 12-14 years, with substantial lulls. It's been a while since a lull. I'm not even sure that the warm embrace of Love would do any good. I'm lonely, obviously, but that plays second fiddle to the fear.
I guess this is why people drink, some people.
Why some people turn to imaginary friends.
The whole world is about to collapse in on itself from waves of time, but I'm not supposed to tell you that. I'm supposed to tell you that I'm doing fine. When I say I'm doing fine I mean it, even if I'm only doing fine when you asked.
Eventually I will tire myself out and then I'll get a good, long, uninterrupted nights sleep. And then everything may look brighter. All the time, not just some of the time, not just when I try to shout it out with idle pleasures.
And words to that effect.
Goodnight.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Not much going on
That's sorta the curse of the Blog, I've got nothing interesting to add here and yet I cannot simply decline from writing. So, what's up? Well.
Finally got to play some music with the band again, it had been a month, and it was a solid blast! So good to see those people again after the concert and get back in the rehersal groove. Which we, of course, didn't really get as we have that job looming on the horizon. Fourth of May here we friggin come.
Hanging out with Jeppe has become pretty much a ritual. Lazy sundays of chatting and enjoying the weather (if it's good) and stroking pussy. And the box of X-ness. I think that in the same vein as 'opposites attract' one could readily make a note of how well nerds of all sub-groups get along. Nerds don't have to agree on anything it seems, they simply must realize that they are nerds and be willing to not just 'live with it' but also embrace it.
Summer is inching closer. These past couple of days have been a bit skittish weather-wise but that does not stop the populace from taking to the streets and then sitting around looking befuddeld once they get there.
Work is work. Soon I'll officially be moved to a new location as I am now a full-time servant of the Law Department (oooohh) and with that comes new responsibilities, it seems I'll actually become a help-desk kind of employee. Yup, people will call me with their problems and I'll be expected to solve them. We'll see how that goes.
Two very beloved members of my family are in a bad way, medically, my aunt and my fathers aunt. Both look to be doing better now than they were mere days ago. These are tough ladies but I worry. They're not young and they have both gotten quite the blow. Nothing is happening to me, true, but something is happening.
Look, I've got nothing more for tonight so read the whole thing again if you're starved for content and then come back to here. Already? That was fast. Wow.
Stay loved.
Finally got to play some music with the band again, it had been a month, and it was a solid blast! So good to see those people again after the concert and get back in the rehersal groove. Which we, of course, didn't really get as we have that job looming on the horizon. Fourth of May here we friggin come.
Hanging out with Jeppe has become pretty much a ritual. Lazy sundays of chatting and enjoying the weather (if it's good) and stroking pussy. And the box of X-ness. I think that in the same vein as 'opposites attract' one could readily make a note of how well nerds of all sub-groups get along. Nerds don't have to agree on anything it seems, they simply must realize that they are nerds and be willing to not just 'live with it' but also embrace it.
Summer is inching closer. These past couple of days have been a bit skittish weather-wise but that does not stop the populace from taking to the streets and then sitting around looking befuddeld once they get there.
Work is work. Soon I'll officially be moved to a new location as I am now a full-time servant of the Law Department (oooohh) and with that comes new responsibilities, it seems I'll actually become a help-desk kind of employee. Yup, people will call me with their problems and I'll be expected to solve them. We'll see how that goes.
Two very beloved members of my family are in a bad way, medically, my aunt and my fathers aunt. Both look to be doing better now than they were mere days ago. These are tough ladies but I worry. They're not young and they have both gotten quite the blow. Nothing is happening to me, true, but something is happening.
Look, I've got nothing more for tonight so read the whole thing again if you're starved for content and then come back to here. Already? That was fast. Wow.
Stay loved.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Easter
Now, I figure there're two ways I can go about describing my easter. I can go the in-depth route and give you a blow-by-blow recount or I can simply list things of import that I have done.
I think option two is the way to go.
The setup first, obviously. Sunday the first of April Helle, Jens and myself left for Heaven to prepare the school and ourselves for the fourth when some fifty people would arrive expecting the school to be ready for them and for there to be massive quantaties of alcohol and for there to be teacher ready to teach them all sorts of things. We were pretty much on top of things. On the tenth Karen, Jens and I went home from Heaven, dazed and tired. In-between those two days I met the current batch of students and partied with old friends that I see only once a year.
What else I did?
Well...
* I sang countless blues songs
* I was the caller in a call/response faux-african/salsa welcoming party (fun!)
* I sold more beers than all the other times I've sold beer combined
* I became a guest-star in a pirate choir
* I talked with some of the old-timers I had never talked with before
* I led some forty people in chanting 'lime' (also fun!)
* I neglected to do any of the real-world work I had planned on doing
* I took a huge amount of pictures, most of them at parties
* I managed to make people pretty happy with their roomies, Mads, Nikki and I shared a room dubbed both 'Søvnly' and 'Snoresville'
* I wore a very constraining fur-covered vest, with VERY soft fur
* I was part of an unplanned funk 'happening' which I named 'Chocolate Jones and the Temple of Funk', no one got the joke but the name is good on its own (it's a MST3K in-joke)
* I sang my usual nervous acapella song, this year it was The captain by Cohen
(List is disturbed as David finds out he fucked up at work, one moment, okay that put a band-aid on the knife wound, I'll fix it later)
* I raided the smokehouse on several occasions, yum
* I found myself deeply impressed by the new kitchen-lady, she can cook she can, double yum
That's all that pops to mind... except for, well, I, uhm, I also fell in love. With a girl I'll probably never see again. We sat and watched the moon playing on the water as we sang songs to each other, stuff like that. She probably doesn't feel the same way about me and while I, obviously, want to spend my life near this girl for ever and ever it was also just nice to feel love again, just to feel that I can love through this haze of pills and nerves and fear and hallucinations. She wrote my name on the ground with an old piece of chalk, I have never been happier to see my own name. Truthfully.
Now I'm trying to get used to a daily routine home alone, with the carpet coming and my trip to Berlin and these Heavenly ten days life has been sort of up in the air. Friends are helping me get back down. Jeppe, Nikki, Kasper, hell, Lesley is even in the country. I'll deal and cope and all that.
Wow, this is a me-centric post. I feel I need to mention that most of Påsketræf is about being entertained so obviously that was a huge part of my experience. People are so talented.
And now I'm going to hunt for the five pictures that'll be used to turn down my wish for admittance to the Academy. Another year, another shot at the moon. We'll see.
I think option two is the way to go.
The setup first, obviously. Sunday the first of April Helle, Jens and myself left for Heaven to prepare the school and ourselves for the fourth when some fifty people would arrive expecting the school to be ready for them and for there to be massive quantaties of alcohol and for there to be teacher ready to teach them all sorts of things. We were pretty much on top of things. On the tenth Karen, Jens and I went home from Heaven, dazed and tired. In-between those two days I met the current batch of students and partied with old friends that I see only once a year.
What else I did?
Well...
* I sang countless blues songs
* I was the caller in a call/response faux-african/salsa welcoming party (fun!)
* I sold more beers than all the other times I've sold beer combined
* I became a guest-star in a pirate choir
* I talked with some of the old-timers I had never talked with before
* I led some forty people in chanting 'lime' (also fun!)
* I neglected to do any of the real-world work I had planned on doing
* I took a huge amount of pictures, most of them at parties
* I managed to make people pretty happy with their roomies, Mads, Nikki and I shared a room dubbed both 'Søvnly' and 'Snoresville'
* I wore a very constraining fur-covered vest, with VERY soft fur
* I was part of an unplanned funk 'happening' which I named 'Chocolate Jones and the Temple of Funk', no one got the joke but the name is good on its own (it's a MST3K in-joke)
* I sang my usual nervous acapella song, this year it was The captain by Cohen
(List is disturbed as David finds out he fucked up at work, one moment, okay that put a band-aid on the knife wound, I'll fix it later)
* I raided the smokehouse on several occasions, yum
* I found myself deeply impressed by the new kitchen-lady, she can cook she can, double yum
That's all that pops to mind... except for, well, I, uhm, I also fell in love. With a girl I'll probably never see again. We sat and watched the moon playing on the water as we sang songs to each other, stuff like that. She probably doesn't feel the same way about me and while I, obviously, want to spend my life near this girl for ever and ever it was also just nice to feel love again, just to feel that I can love through this haze of pills and nerves and fear and hallucinations. She wrote my name on the ground with an old piece of chalk, I have never been happier to see my own name. Truthfully.
Now I'm trying to get used to a daily routine home alone, with the carpet coming and my trip to Berlin and these Heavenly ten days life has been sort of up in the air. Friends are helping me get back down. Jeppe, Nikki, Kasper, hell, Lesley is even in the country. I'll deal and cope and all that.
Wow, this is a me-centric post. I feel I need to mention that most of Påsketræf is about being entertained so obviously that was a huge part of my experience. People are so talented.
And now I'm going to hunt for the five pictures that'll be used to turn down my wish for admittance to the Academy. Another year, another shot at the moon. We'll see.
Monday, March 26, 2007
What a weekend!
First things first, though, Berlin was a blast. All the way through (well, except for that one time Inger fell, but she got out of unscathed). I managed to surprise myself by actually knowing quite a bit of german, who'd have thought that I'd learn something after a mere seven years of schooling? Wow.
Also, FFXII with Skrøne has been going on for a month now, good times.
This weekend, then, this weekend.
Starting with Friday. Friday morning at ten in the morning the band was supposed to meet up for a bit of rehearsal in preperation for the gig on Saturday. And we all did... except for Pelle who showed up a little more than two hours late citing bad memory as the cause. Regardless of this we got in some practice and felt relatively at ease in spite of not being satisfied with the way the rehearsal time had went; there's this old superstition that if your practice sounds so-so then your concert will sound great.
After practice ended at about two some of us went to a cafe for a bit and then I bummed around town waiting for the time to roll around when Mads and I would go to Århus to celebrate Eigils 25th birthday.
Three hours by train and a half by bus later and we were there. Where 'there' is? Uhm, not quite sure, some Århusian suburb it seemed. It was a fantastic party, really. The folk music started at about eight in the evening and it was still going pretty strong when Mads and I left at seven in the morning. Things worthy of note included a pirate choir featuring all the men present, a kazoo-band playing the Kings Song, an amazing kletzmer orchestra, very cheap beer and the presence of my old Ærø buddy Ellen. I hadn't seen her in three years (almost to the day, spookily enough). She seemed well. A little more grown-up but she was never a very young person. She's getting married next summer, wow. Time passes.
At around five thirty in the morning I had had all I could take and found a nice couch-ish bench to lie on. I got maybe two hours of sleep before Mads woke me up and suggested that it might be a good idea to head home. Which we did. An hour more of sleep was gotten on the train and then I lugged myself home where I had about an hour of time to rest a bit and take a shower before I had to head out to where the gig was and start setting up gear.
Yeah, Friday just sorta slided in to Saturday.
I hung around with the band for a few hours, eating dinner together at Riz-Raz, and then I went for a long walk around town trying to make my voice work after a long, smokefilled night. Eventually we headed back to the kollegie and started to prepare both mentally and physically. Sasja and I did vocal practice which was exactly what I needed. At eleven-thirty we went on to a crowd of some seventy people under the cover-name - as it was a superhero party - as The Krypt-Tonites.
We played for about two hours with a ten minute break in the middle. I was so tired that the only thing keeping me upright was my nerves which had the bonus effect of me not being nervous, there simply wasn't enough energy for that. So I shouted and bantered and danced my little heart out, more than ever before. I can't for the life of me remember the set-list but the first half of our show received better feed-back than the second, we kind of lost people half-way through the last set, but we got them back with Kiss. All in all though we pretty much rocked the fuck out of that place. For free. I got two cokes out of it, that's twenty kroner. Well, it isn't about the money... yet.
Lasse and I took it upon ourselves to get the gear where it needed to be after the concert so there wasn't really any party for us, just a set of drop-offs of all our stuff. Just as well as I was tired and the DJ that followed us only knew how to turn up the volume and not how to play anythning decent. Man it was loud.
At around half-past four I fianally got to sleep.
I awoke believing it to be about one in the afternoon but no, summertime, daylight savings time. My ass. An hour lost I headed for my Sunday refuge at Jeppes place and we played videogames all day. So nice, so relaxing, just what I needed after all that. The Suffering 2 is really good, maybe even better than the excellent first one.
And now this week. Looking pretty laid-back with some fun times and some industrious times. Right now I'm actually at work as the internet at home is spotty at best, I need to call my ISP about that.
Sunday I leave for Heaven where I'll recide for more than a week. Should be fun, we'll see.
That's all for now. See ya.
Also, FFXII with Skrøne has been going on for a month now, good times.
This weekend, then, this weekend.
Starting with Friday. Friday morning at ten in the morning the band was supposed to meet up for a bit of rehearsal in preperation for the gig on Saturday. And we all did... except for Pelle who showed up a little more than two hours late citing bad memory as the cause. Regardless of this we got in some practice and felt relatively at ease in spite of not being satisfied with the way the rehearsal time had went; there's this old superstition that if your practice sounds so-so then your concert will sound great.
After practice ended at about two some of us went to a cafe for a bit and then I bummed around town waiting for the time to roll around when Mads and I would go to Århus to celebrate Eigils 25th birthday.
Three hours by train and a half by bus later and we were there. Where 'there' is? Uhm, not quite sure, some Århusian suburb it seemed. It was a fantastic party, really. The folk music started at about eight in the evening and it was still going pretty strong when Mads and I left at seven in the morning. Things worthy of note included a pirate choir featuring all the men present, a kazoo-band playing the Kings Song, an amazing kletzmer orchestra, very cheap beer and the presence of my old Ærø buddy Ellen. I hadn't seen her in three years (almost to the day, spookily enough). She seemed well. A little more grown-up but she was never a very young person. She's getting married next summer, wow. Time passes.
At around five thirty in the morning I had had all I could take and found a nice couch-ish bench to lie on. I got maybe two hours of sleep before Mads woke me up and suggested that it might be a good idea to head home. Which we did. An hour more of sleep was gotten on the train and then I lugged myself home where I had about an hour of time to rest a bit and take a shower before I had to head out to where the gig was and start setting up gear.
Yeah, Friday just sorta slided in to Saturday.
I hung around with the band for a few hours, eating dinner together at Riz-Raz, and then I went for a long walk around town trying to make my voice work after a long, smokefilled night. Eventually we headed back to the kollegie and started to prepare both mentally and physically. Sasja and I did vocal practice which was exactly what I needed. At eleven-thirty we went on to a crowd of some seventy people under the cover-name - as it was a superhero party - as The Krypt-Tonites.
We played for about two hours with a ten minute break in the middle. I was so tired that the only thing keeping me upright was my nerves which had the bonus effect of me not being nervous, there simply wasn't enough energy for that. So I shouted and bantered and danced my little heart out, more than ever before. I can't for the life of me remember the set-list but the first half of our show received better feed-back than the second, we kind of lost people half-way through the last set, but we got them back with Kiss. All in all though we pretty much rocked the fuck out of that place. For free. I got two cokes out of it, that's twenty kroner. Well, it isn't about the money... yet.
Lasse and I took it upon ourselves to get the gear where it needed to be after the concert so there wasn't really any party for us, just a set of drop-offs of all our stuff. Just as well as I was tired and the DJ that followed us only knew how to turn up the volume and not how to play anythning decent. Man it was loud.
At around half-past four I fianally got to sleep.
I awoke believing it to be about one in the afternoon but no, summertime, daylight savings time. My ass. An hour lost I headed for my Sunday refuge at Jeppes place and we played videogames all day. So nice, so relaxing, just what I needed after all that. The Suffering 2 is really good, maybe even better than the excellent first one.
And now this week. Looking pretty laid-back with some fun times and some industrious times. Right now I'm actually at work as the internet at home is spotty at best, I need to call my ISP about that.
Sunday I leave for Heaven where I'll recide for more than a week. Should be fun, we'll see.
That's all for now. See ya.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
In Berlin
I'm in Berlin.
No, I have not 'taken Manhattan' or any such thing, I have simply packed my bags and joined my grandmother for a trip that'll last 'till Sunday when we fly home in the evening. To get to Berlin we had to be at the airport at five in the morning so I managed to get a full three hours of sleep, which has been okay during the day but I am starting to feel it fully now at a quarter past eight. This is a HUGE city with lots of ugly sides to it, but when it shines it really fucking shines.
Short of the long (I'm paying by the hour for uptime): I'm in Berlin. We flew.
My carpet arrived Tuesday. Now, the astute reader or long-time fan will notice that it was supposed to arrive Thursday. That's six whole days too late. With a desk on my bed. And a table in my kitchen. So there I was, a refugee from my own home. I stayed with the folks. It was quite alright, they're good people, as it were, and found me a room with a bed and everything. Sure, the bed did throw me out at one point (I found and overstepped its point of balance the first morning, finding myself wedged between a partially overturned bed and a table, better ways to wake up exist) and I was under promise of violence if I touched anything but I got by and so did they. A LOT of Worms was played on my new DS, sexy little machine.
I've gotten completely lost in FFXII with Skrøne, we've logged some sixteen hours and we still have only the vaguest of notions as to what the plot is about. Good stuff. The Final Boss has yet to materialize, we think. You never know.
Jeppe and I had a day of reunion following a dry spell in our otherwise frequent meetings. I have praised the man before and I will continue to. Yay Jeppe!
Band has a gig next saturday at Kvinde Regensen, I've mentioned this before. We had a really hard-core practice session yesterday, fifteen songs in three hours (well, three and a half hours but we did have a break). We were all pretty crushed afterwards. It seems that the main ingredient we need to be super funky is focus. Sounds simple but it requires that one loves even the simple things. We can do it but we sometimes forget this.
My life is still in boxes, I get to unpack them when I get home from Berlin. I'm in Berlin. My desk drawers being empty is starting to vex me.
I have a ton of work waiting for me at CWBL too, a deadline that needs keeping and all that. Have to get back into gear. In a big way.
That's all for now, no telling when I'll post again. Probably not untill I get back. Unless something huge happens or I'm kinda bored one evening. Either way, stay safe, warm and loved. Or cool and loved. Both ways work.
No, I have not 'taken Manhattan' or any such thing, I have simply packed my bags and joined my grandmother for a trip that'll last 'till Sunday when we fly home in the evening. To get to Berlin we had to be at the airport at five in the morning so I managed to get a full three hours of sleep, which has been okay during the day but I am starting to feel it fully now at a quarter past eight. This is a HUGE city with lots of ugly sides to it, but when it shines it really fucking shines.
Short of the long (I'm paying by the hour for uptime): I'm in Berlin. We flew.
My carpet arrived Tuesday. Now, the astute reader or long-time fan will notice that it was supposed to arrive Thursday. That's six whole days too late. With a desk on my bed. And a table in my kitchen. So there I was, a refugee from my own home. I stayed with the folks. It was quite alright, they're good people, as it were, and found me a room with a bed and everything. Sure, the bed did throw me out at one point (I found and overstepped its point of balance the first morning, finding myself wedged between a partially overturned bed and a table, better ways to wake up exist) and I was under promise of violence if I touched anything but I got by and so did they. A LOT of Worms was played on my new DS, sexy little machine.
I've gotten completely lost in FFXII with Skrøne, we've logged some sixteen hours and we still have only the vaguest of notions as to what the plot is about. Good stuff. The Final Boss has yet to materialize, we think. You never know.
Jeppe and I had a day of reunion following a dry spell in our otherwise frequent meetings. I have praised the man before and I will continue to. Yay Jeppe!
Band has a gig next saturday at Kvinde Regensen, I've mentioned this before. We had a really hard-core practice session yesterday, fifteen songs in three hours (well, three and a half hours but we did have a break). We were all pretty crushed afterwards. It seems that the main ingredient we need to be super funky is focus. Sounds simple but it requires that one loves even the simple things. We can do it but we sometimes forget this.
My life is still in boxes, I get to unpack them when I get home from Berlin. I'm in Berlin. My desk drawers being empty is starting to vex me.
I have a ton of work waiting for me at CWBL too, a deadline that needs keeping and all that. Have to get back into gear. In a big way.
That's all for now, no telling when I'll post again. Probably not untill I get back. Unless something huge happens or I'm kinda bored one evening. Either way, stay safe, warm and loved. Or cool and loved. Both ways work.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Boxes
I'm packing my livingroom into them. I'm not moving or anything, I'm simply getting the room carpeted. It's something I've wanted for a long, long time but the very process of clearing the room is infuriating and goes against every neurotic bone in my body. Of course, I'm not neurotic, no one is, they removed the diagnosis some time ago, great way to cure people. It's akin to the common cold, neuroticism, it turns out, there's one pretty clear set of symptoms but a host of possible causes.
The carpet arrives on thursday, in the morning, everything will be ready then I'm sure, but the devil's in the doing.
Haven't had the urge to write here for a while, it comes and goes, but I have found a way to find a slew of old posts from before the Armageddon. Simply google site:davidwarmind.blogspot.com and then pressed 'cached' on each seperate link to see the post. Magic.
Stuff going on, but not a whole lot. Still working the three-day week and enjoying the four-day weekend, even though there have been things going on for quite a few weekends in a row now, not much time to just kick back and be alone with myself. Don't know if this is a good or bad thing. I haven't been able to get back into the cooking groove and I won't for a while now. Weeks are planned full. But, what's happened?
Well, my father turned 50 last sunday. Hooray for him. For the occasion he invited some seventy people and about sixty of those showed up. People from all different parts of my fathers life. Even my mothers family was there, I hadn't seen them for some five years. Good to see some non-Warmind or Schmidtpfieseldek (sp) genes, see where my looks also come from.
What else? Oh, Skrøne and I have jointly purchased Final Fantasy XII and play it together whenever we have a moment to spare. It's good. It's really, really good! It's good enough that I'm willing to give up some sleep for it and go there (relatively) early tomorrow so we can get our Ivalice on. Also, Kasper will be getting a visit from my 360. I'm hoping it can camp out there while this carpet thing is ongoing.
Also I'll be going to Berlin with my grandmother soon, exact dates to be determined. We'll be going by train through Europe, that's probably what I'm looking forward to the most and that's saying something 'cause this ought to be a fun trip.
On the 24th the band (currently tentatively known as Sound Sausage) will be playing a gig at some kollegie or other, with one but not two horns. We had a second horn but he left us after two or three sessions (and an amazing band dinner that I musn't forget to mention, there, it's mentioned) not in anger but in sadness, realizing that he just couldn't find the time to practice the stuff at home which is needed at this point in the bands life. People come and go it seems, but the core remains, Kasper, Pelle and myself have been doing this for a while now and I don't think we're about to quit. The others are probably just as much onboard but I haven't played with them for three and a half years yet. Time will show what time will show.
All from me. Spring is coming. The Tree has had nothing to say about it. It did predict the arrival of winter with the confusingly poetic phrase "winter's coming summer's coming winter's in the ground". Next day it snowed. I'm beginning to worry that the Tree knows too much. Or too little.
Any old way...
Stay safe.
The carpet arrives on thursday, in the morning, everything will be ready then I'm sure, but the devil's in the doing.
Haven't had the urge to write here for a while, it comes and goes, but I have found a way to find a slew of old posts from before the Armageddon. Simply google site:davidwarmind.blogspot.com and then pressed 'cached' on each seperate link to see the post. Magic.
Stuff going on, but not a whole lot. Still working the three-day week and enjoying the four-day weekend, even though there have been things going on for quite a few weekends in a row now, not much time to just kick back and be alone with myself. Don't know if this is a good or bad thing. I haven't been able to get back into the cooking groove and I won't for a while now. Weeks are planned full. But, what's happened?
Well, my father turned 50 last sunday. Hooray for him. For the occasion he invited some seventy people and about sixty of those showed up. People from all different parts of my fathers life. Even my mothers family was there, I hadn't seen them for some five years. Good to see some non-Warmind or Schmidtpfieseldek (sp) genes, see where my looks also come from.
What else? Oh, Skrøne and I have jointly purchased Final Fantasy XII and play it together whenever we have a moment to spare. It's good. It's really, really good! It's good enough that I'm willing to give up some sleep for it and go there (relatively) early tomorrow so we can get our Ivalice on. Also, Kasper will be getting a visit from my 360. I'm hoping it can camp out there while this carpet thing is ongoing.
Also I'll be going to Berlin with my grandmother soon, exact dates to be determined. We'll be going by train through Europe, that's probably what I'm looking forward to the most and that's saying something 'cause this ought to be a fun trip.
On the 24th the band (currently tentatively known as Sound Sausage) will be playing a gig at some kollegie or other, with one but not two horns. We had a second horn but he left us after two or three sessions (and an amazing band dinner that I musn't forget to mention, there, it's mentioned) not in anger but in sadness, realizing that he just couldn't find the time to practice the stuff at home which is needed at this point in the bands life. People come and go it seems, but the core remains, Kasper, Pelle and myself have been doing this for a while now and I don't think we're about to quit. The others are probably just as much onboard but I haven't played with them for three and a half years yet. Time will show what time will show.
All from me. Spring is coming. The Tree has had nothing to say about it. It did predict the arrival of winter with the confusingly poetic phrase "winter's coming summer's coming winter's in the ground". Next day it snowed. I'm beginning to worry that the Tree knows too much. Or too little.
Any old way...
Stay safe.
Monday, February 19, 2007
A quiet moment at work
There are quite a lot of those, actually, monday isn't the busiest day of the week here and most of the students have already borrowed or returned the books for this semester. So, pretty quiet.
I just got back from Heaven yesterday, a pre-easter trip with the Board, very effective, very nice. Walked to Lammehuse in the dead of night, no lights around, been a while since I last did that and I had almost forgotten how magical it is. Looking very much forward to easter, even though I have discovered that it'll make my trip to see Lesley impossible. Damn and blast!
We had what could have been a major band-crisis last Tuesday as our keys player decided to split. At a moments notice. Gone. Well, panic all around, will this work?, can we go on without him?, will others leave in his wake? So we were somewhat anxious when we went down to practice last Wednesday. And how did it go? Swimmingly! Sure there's a song or two that doesn't work but it's nowhere near as catastrophical as we had imagined. We left with renewed spirits and hope for the future. Next Wednesday we'll have both horns with us for the first time. Exciting!
Otherwise not much is going on. It's a pretty bad tine for both my body and my mind, but things seem to be looking up. Right?
Right.
I just got back from Heaven yesterday, a pre-easter trip with the Board, very effective, very nice. Walked to Lammehuse in the dead of night, no lights around, been a while since I last did that and I had almost forgotten how magical it is. Looking very much forward to easter, even though I have discovered that it'll make my trip to see Lesley impossible. Damn and blast!
We had what could have been a major band-crisis last Tuesday as our keys player decided to split. At a moments notice. Gone. Well, panic all around, will this work?, can we go on without him?, will others leave in his wake? So we were somewhat anxious when we went down to practice last Wednesday. And how did it go? Swimmingly! Sure there's a song or two that doesn't work but it's nowhere near as catastrophical as we had imagined. We left with renewed spirits and hope for the future. Next Wednesday we'll have both horns with us for the first time. Exciting!
Otherwise not much is going on. It's a pretty bad tine for both my body and my mind, but things seem to be looking up. Right?
Right.
Monday, February 12, 2007
A dream
Yeah. I'm not even sure if I should post this. That is, I'm not sure if I want to remember that dream. Oh, I can give the gist of it easily enough, this is all in the dream:
A woman I once loved in real life and I have had quite a long relationship but have drifted apart. That's how it feels. I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see her but I know in my heart of hearts that we are through. So there we are on our last day as a couple, officially. Holding hands, kissing, being a couple, as you do. And we're being very mature about the whole break-up thing, we've decided who gets the appartment and we're actually looking forward to meeting each other as friends.
Being a dream there was obviously other stuff going on. World of Warcraft (which I have never played) and a man in luminescent make-up also both featured. But it was this relationship that has me all twitchy now. It felt so REAL. Felt exactly what I always dreamed (hah - I'm not that stupid that I think my inexperienced expectations are any sort of indication of the truth) a relationship with this woman would be, even at its most bittersweet. She's a ray of shining light and her eyes hold a universe, obviously, but I was sure that I was over her some two years ago. Maybe not. Well, I think so, but this dream... just a dream. Just a dream.
I'll shake it off.
A woman I once loved in real life and I have had quite a long relationship but have drifted apart. That's how it feels. I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see her but I know in my heart of hearts that we are through. So there we are on our last day as a couple, officially. Holding hands, kissing, being a couple, as you do. And we're being very mature about the whole break-up thing, we've decided who gets the appartment and we're actually looking forward to meeting each other as friends.
Being a dream there was obviously other stuff going on. World of Warcraft (which I have never played) and a man in luminescent make-up also both featured. But it was this relationship that has me all twitchy now. It felt so REAL. Felt exactly what I always dreamed (hah - I'm not that stupid that I think my inexperienced expectations are any sort of indication of the truth) a relationship with this woman would be, even at its most bittersweet. She's a ray of shining light and her eyes hold a universe, obviously, but I was sure that I was over her some two years ago. Maybe not. Well, I think so, but this dream... just a dream. Just a dream.
I'll shake it off.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Update the blog?
Regularly? It is to laugh.
So, I still need to get some kinks out of this thing, the update times are strange and people can't post comments. Shouldn't take more than a few seconds to fix, it's just... well, I have this stupid feeling that when I finally do get to perfecting this place it'll make me forget all the old posts I have floating around in my head. Silly? Oh yes. I'll get around to it, no worries.
And anyway, this place is turning into a diary, that was never quite the intent. I'm not going to stop posting, nothing like that, the posts might just become less interesting. But I guess I'm basically writing this thing for myself anyway, so no big.
London was a really good time. Just me and m'daddy. We walked a lot, saw museums, that sort of thing. Actually we did most of our walking saturday, maybe a bit too much walking actually as we awoke sunday morning completely battered. But that was a good day, just wandering around London and then seeing the Blue man group show in the evening (catch that if you have the chance, I won't go into explaining what it is, my words can't do it justice). The other days were equally nice and included public transportation both under and above the ground. Coming home was a nice thing too, it's been too long since I did any casual travelling, I never realized how much I miss that feeling of home looking brand new.
I now work only 17 hours a week leaving more free time, which is a good thing as this month is somewhat hectic. For example, next weekend I go to Ærø with the board, then there's my fathers birthday and the trip to visit Lesley. Oh it's all going down, I don't want to miss any of it. It's just... a lot. Today I have absolutely nothing to do, though. Which is weird.
Tuesday it was Tjillipop time, myself, Kasper, Michelle, PernEvil, Sasja, Anders and Martin Dahl were present. Excellent times, exactly what I needed after the trip, a chance to let my over-tiredness run rampant and then go completely tired in the span of just a few hours. Good stuff. I also began the first true push towards realizing a new crack-pot idea of mine: A hip-hop ensemble made up of people who have negible talent. Dj Heilemis. If you speak danish you can check out denvildesteblog here on Blogspot. I'm gathering in everyone who wants to join. So far I have two to three people making beats and about five making rhymes. So far I'm the only one to actively produce anything but I do seriously intend to get the rest of the crew into fulfilling their promises. We'll see.
Yesterday was all about Valravn. They were playing at the Mid-winter festival in Christania and Mads, Nikki and I went to see them. A magnificent concert, nothing less. Such energy, such enthusiasm, such virtuosity. Don't let yourself miss the opportunity to get enthralled by their music.
Okay, my mind is flailing. Time to wrap it up. Tomorrow is my seven hour day. Sigh. Oh well, it's only once a week. Stay warm out there!
So, I still need to get some kinks out of this thing, the update times are strange and people can't post comments. Shouldn't take more than a few seconds to fix, it's just... well, I have this stupid feeling that when I finally do get to perfecting this place it'll make me forget all the old posts I have floating around in my head. Silly? Oh yes. I'll get around to it, no worries.
And anyway, this place is turning into a diary, that was never quite the intent. I'm not going to stop posting, nothing like that, the posts might just become less interesting. But I guess I'm basically writing this thing for myself anyway, so no big.
London was a really good time. Just me and m'daddy. We walked a lot, saw museums, that sort of thing. Actually we did most of our walking saturday, maybe a bit too much walking actually as we awoke sunday morning completely battered. But that was a good day, just wandering around London and then seeing the Blue man group show in the evening (catch that if you have the chance, I won't go into explaining what it is, my words can't do it justice). The other days were equally nice and included public transportation both under and above the ground. Coming home was a nice thing too, it's been too long since I did any casual travelling, I never realized how much I miss that feeling of home looking brand new.
I now work only 17 hours a week leaving more free time, which is a good thing as this month is somewhat hectic. For example, next weekend I go to Ærø with the board, then there's my fathers birthday and the trip to visit Lesley. Oh it's all going down, I don't want to miss any of it. It's just... a lot. Today I have absolutely nothing to do, though. Which is weird.
Tuesday it was Tjillipop time, myself, Kasper, Michelle, PernEvil, Sasja, Anders and Martin Dahl were present. Excellent times, exactly what I needed after the trip, a chance to let my over-tiredness run rampant and then go completely tired in the span of just a few hours. Good stuff. I also began the first true push towards realizing a new crack-pot idea of mine: A hip-hop ensemble made up of people who have negible talent. Dj Heilemis. If you speak danish you can check out denvildesteblog here on Blogspot. I'm gathering in everyone who wants to join. So far I have two to three people making beats and about five making rhymes. So far I'm the only one to actively produce anything but I do seriously intend to get the rest of the crew into fulfilling their promises. We'll see.
Yesterday was all about Valravn. They were playing at the Mid-winter festival in Christania and Mads, Nikki and I went to see them. A magnificent concert, nothing less. Such energy, such enthusiasm, such virtuosity. Don't let yourself miss the opportunity to get enthralled by their music.
Okay, my mind is flailing. Time to wrap it up. Tomorrow is my seven hour day. Sigh. Oh well, it's only once a week. Stay warm out there!
Friday, February 2, 2007
The scraps that could be saved
Not a lot.
I managed to dig up the very last post and I'm tacking that to the end of this post (it's quite sizable) and I also was able to get the last five or six posts from Google. The wayback machine-thingy has some of my posts from the summer of 2005 and also other assorted posts.
Yup, she's pretty much gone. Sadness all around.
Eventually I'll get my act in gear and make her look like she used to, but right now I'm pretty content with the post-apocalyptic feel. Everything wiped clean, ready for a new beginning. Problem is that I don't feel like this is a new beginning, this is just the same-old-same-old.
I leave for London in seven hours time.
Looking very much forward to it.
That's about all.
Here's the post, it's from the 30th of January and it's called
"Sound the fanfare"
---
I never did officially end that hiatus from about a year back, did I? See, it pays to keep up with this thing, "the more you know" afterall and stuff like that.
Obviously all sorts of stuff has gone down, as it were, and it would be ludicrous to try and make any kind of day-by-day summarization of events. Rather I will make a list of statements, experiences and news all of which pertain to the past month. Not a whole month, mind you, I'm back before the turnover.
So, with BloodSugarSexMagic blasting in the background, let's get down to it.
* Winter finally came! It was sort of shocking opening my blinds one morning and actually seeing snow not just on the ground but in the air and all around and shit. I mean, it's obviously the right time for it, obviously, but the warm weather just seemed to have taken hold. I for one welcome our winterish overlords and hope that they will hang around for a bit, even if todays return to mild weather could be an omen.
* It is sincerly difficult to navigate crowds in my 'winter' shoes. I call them winter shoes simply because they are not full of rips and tears and thus keep the cold and water out. They are also ridiculously large, not just in width but in height. Hence the difficulty making minute and precise steps in them.
* About two weeks into the new year my body attempted a coup. Horrible thing, same old same old. I went to the doctor. They found nothing. I got a bit better and am now back to the usual levels of bodily confusion. Almost. It's best not to think about it. This coup is also one of the reasons for the lack of posts. I don't like posting when I feel bad.
* Valravn rock!
* New Years eve was a great time. Lesley showed up, albeit a bit late, and we went and had dinner with my folks and their guests. We then went to a Club 15 party which I had thrice informed Club 15 that I would NOT attend. It is proof of friendship to me that they welcomed both me and Lesley with open arms and much merriment. We left after only a few hours as something told me it was time to get home. Busses were scarce and I had yet to set up her cot. A nice evening and a nice beginning to January with my annual father-son walk and then hanging out with Lesley.
* Lesley was here for a few days, but you got that, right? She brought copious ammounts of candy. I will, perhaps, visit her come March.
* 2006 sucked. Sure, there were some fun times but on the whole the year was just so much wasted potential, wasted time and an increase in the deterioration of my mental health. I'm glad it's over and am hoping that once this year kicks into gear (I'm guessing around June or July) it'll prove a vast improvement.
* Christmas saw me getting away with quite a bit of loot, books, movies, money, cds and a new printer. Some of the money was spent on Call of Duty 3 which is fun but lacking in singleplayer and fun but sporadic in multi.
* Ridin' thumb rock! Their yuletide concerts are the best Copehagen tradition I know of. True, I don't know of many... but my point stands.
* I have a job at the university, meaning that I've actually worked two jobs this month. 22 hours a week. Yep, more hours than I actually need for my financial situtation to keep flying. It's a dull job but I work at my own pace and I get to listen to music while doing it. I'm transferring files from one database system to another. It's a lot of drag-and-drop and copy-and-paste, carpal tunnel inducing monotony that some days comes easy and some days comes not at all. My employers are super friendly so I always feel bad if I'm not giving 100%. I think that come February I'll ask to be bumped down from 15 to 10 hours a week, the workaday routine is getting to me a bit. I can handle it but if I don't have to then I see no reason for self-torture.
* I really should do my dishes more often.
* I need to stop with the self-indulgence when it comes to snacks and the like.
* On the whole I have this feeling of decay. It's been creeping up on me all through last year: I don't write nearly as much as I used to, I hardly ever go on photo runs, my kitchen is a bit of a mess and I barely ever cook (I am tonight though). I have resolved to take matters into my own hands come next month. So for now I'm getting ready to end the slacking and the fattyness and all that. I can do it, I know I can.
* The band is getting its second wind. We've started making plans and schedules and actually keep to them pretty well. We discuss in advance what we want to practice and then prepare ourselves before coming to the rehersal space. The result is less time wasted, more time having fun. Last three times have been quite good with the first and the last being extra juicy.
* Clerks II was a lot better than I thought it would be.
* The danish translation of The importance of being Ernest is good, but I still found myself translating the jokes and the timing back to english. Also, swedes make a lot of noise in theaters, they're worse than people from Jutland and that really is saying something.
* Nana Schwartzlose rocks! Nikki and I went to the outer part of Vesterbro to see her perform. 2 hours of nice guitar music and her fantastic voice. She really is something of a vocalist and I can only recommend that you go and see her. Whoever you may be, there's no way you cannot like something about her.
* I've had tons of fun with Jeppe. The man is an angel, an alcoholic angel maybe, but an angel.
* I've had tons of fun with Mads, we hadn't seen much of each other for a while but we've certainly caught up. We'll even see each other tomorrow at a conference about godlessness. How cool is that?
* I've had tons of fun with Nikki, made some fantastic food with him, seen some less-than-fantastic films and had a few walks.
* I've had some fun with Kasper, he's been busy with being a teacher and everything. Maybe next month.
* Morten and I are going to London on friday, just some father-son bonding for a long weekend.
* Other travel plans include the Lesley trip in March and perhaps a trip with the boys to Amsterdam in April. Lots of travel, looking good, more than last year for sure.
* I'm running out of points here. I'm sure there are more but I am getting hungry and there is, in fact, Top Gear on the tube. I need to stop now I think.
There we go, that was that. Now onto making chicken kebab tastealike with pitabread and everything. I really live the life, don't I? More updates coming up next month. Or maybe this month. And then there's the obituary, when? Who knows? Even I don't. Fun and fun and fun!
Stay safe!
---
Indeed.
I managed to dig up the very last post and I'm tacking that to the end of this post (it's quite sizable) and I also was able to get the last five or six posts from Google. The wayback machine-thingy has some of my posts from the summer of 2005 and also other assorted posts.
Yup, she's pretty much gone. Sadness all around.
Eventually I'll get my act in gear and make her look like she used to, but right now I'm pretty content with the post-apocalyptic feel. Everything wiped clean, ready for a new beginning. Problem is that I don't feel like this is a new beginning, this is just the same-old-same-old.
I leave for London in seven hours time.
Looking very much forward to it.
That's about all.
Here's the post, it's from the 30th of January and it's called
"Sound the fanfare"
---
I never did officially end that hiatus from about a year back, did I? See, it pays to keep up with this thing, "the more you know" afterall and stuff like that.
Obviously all sorts of stuff has gone down, as it were, and it would be ludicrous to try and make any kind of day-by-day summarization of events. Rather I will make a list of statements, experiences and news all of which pertain to the past month. Not a whole month, mind you, I'm back before the turnover.
So, with BloodSugarSexMagic blasting in the background, let's get down to it.
* Winter finally came! It was sort of shocking opening my blinds one morning and actually seeing snow not just on the ground but in the air and all around and shit. I mean, it's obviously the right time for it, obviously, but the warm weather just seemed to have taken hold. I for one welcome our winterish overlords and hope that they will hang around for a bit, even if todays return to mild weather could be an omen.
* It is sincerly difficult to navigate crowds in my 'winter' shoes. I call them winter shoes simply because they are not full of rips and tears and thus keep the cold and water out. They are also ridiculously large, not just in width but in height. Hence the difficulty making minute and precise steps in them.
* About two weeks into the new year my body attempted a coup. Horrible thing, same old same old. I went to the doctor. They found nothing. I got a bit better and am now back to the usual levels of bodily confusion. Almost. It's best not to think about it. This coup is also one of the reasons for the lack of posts. I don't like posting when I feel bad.
* Valravn rock!
* New Years eve was a great time. Lesley showed up, albeit a bit late, and we went and had dinner with my folks and their guests. We then went to a Club 15 party which I had thrice informed Club 15 that I would NOT attend. It is proof of friendship to me that they welcomed both me and Lesley with open arms and much merriment. We left after only a few hours as something told me it was time to get home. Busses were scarce and I had yet to set up her cot. A nice evening and a nice beginning to January with my annual father-son walk and then hanging out with Lesley.
* Lesley was here for a few days, but you got that, right? She brought copious ammounts of candy. I will, perhaps, visit her come March.
* 2006 sucked. Sure, there were some fun times but on the whole the year was just so much wasted potential, wasted time and an increase in the deterioration of my mental health. I'm glad it's over and am hoping that once this year kicks into gear (I'm guessing around June or July) it'll prove a vast improvement.
* Christmas saw me getting away with quite a bit of loot, books, movies, money, cds and a new printer. Some of the money was spent on Call of Duty 3 which is fun but lacking in singleplayer and fun but sporadic in multi.
* Ridin' thumb rock! Their yuletide concerts are the best Copehagen tradition I know of. True, I don't know of many... but my point stands.
* I have a job at the university, meaning that I've actually worked two jobs this month. 22 hours a week. Yep, more hours than I actually need for my financial situtation to keep flying. It's a dull job but I work at my own pace and I get to listen to music while doing it. I'm transferring files from one database system to another. It's a lot of drag-and-drop and copy-and-paste, carpal tunnel inducing monotony that some days comes easy and some days comes not at all. My employers are super friendly so I always feel bad if I'm not giving 100%. I think that come February I'll ask to be bumped down from 15 to 10 hours a week, the workaday routine is getting to me a bit. I can handle it but if I don't have to then I see no reason for self-torture.
* I really should do my dishes more often.
* I need to stop with the self-indulgence when it comes to snacks and the like.
* On the whole I have this feeling of decay. It's been creeping up on me all through last year: I don't write nearly as much as I used to, I hardly ever go on photo runs, my kitchen is a bit of a mess and I barely ever cook (I am tonight though). I have resolved to take matters into my own hands come next month. So for now I'm getting ready to end the slacking and the fattyness and all that. I can do it, I know I can.
* The band is getting its second wind. We've started making plans and schedules and actually keep to them pretty well. We discuss in advance what we want to practice and then prepare ourselves before coming to the rehersal space. The result is less time wasted, more time having fun. Last three times have been quite good with the first and the last being extra juicy.
* Clerks II was a lot better than I thought it would be.
* The danish translation of The importance of being Ernest is good, but I still found myself translating the jokes and the timing back to english. Also, swedes make a lot of noise in theaters, they're worse than people from Jutland and that really is saying something.
* Nana Schwartzlose rocks! Nikki and I went to the outer part of Vesterbro to see her perform. 2 hours of nice guitar music and her fantastic voice. She really is something of a vocalist and I can only recommend that you go and see her. Whoever you may be, there's no way you cannot like something about her.
* I've had tons of fun with Jeppe. The man is an angel, an alcoholic angel maybe, but an angel.
* I've had tons of fun with Mads, we hadn't seen much of each other for a while but we've certainly caught up. We'll even see each other tomorrow at a conference about godlessness. How cool is that?
* I've had tons of fun with Nikki, made some fantastic food with him, seen some less-than-fantastic films and had a few walks.
* I've had some fun with Kasper, he's been busy with being a teacher and everything. Maybe next month.
* Morten and I are going to London on friday, just some father-son bonding for a long weekend.
* Other travel plans include the Lesley trip in March and perhaps a trip with the boys to Amsterdam in April. Lots of travel, looking good, more than last year for sure.
* I'm running out of points here. I'm sure there are more but I am getting hungry and there is, in fact, Top Gear on the tube. I need to stop now I think.
There we go, that was that. Now onto making chicken kebab tastealike with pitabread and everything. I really live the life, don't I? More updates coming up next month. Or maybe this month. And then there's the obituary, when? Who knows? Even I don't. Fun and fun and fun!
Stay safe!
---
Indeed.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Disaster!
I just erased my own blog.
One little click while I wasn't paying attention.
I'm an idiot. Years of content, gone.
I'll email Blogger but I'm pretty sure there's nothing doing.
There was a post here earlier about all the stuff that had happened since christmas. It was long and quite good, an excellent return to blogging. Sigh. Let's see if I can summarize it really quickly. I need to be in bed soon. Double sigh.
Christmas-time brought presents and Ridin' thumb. Good things there.
New years brought Lesley for a few days, partying and a walk with my father. Also good.
Valravn rock! Nana Schwartzlose rocks!
I have a new job and am working more than I need to.
2006 sucked on the whole.
I still have my old job, 7 hours on mondays. Boring but steady and nice people.
I can't believe I deleted my own blog!
Feelings of despondancy, decay and lack of self-control are to be combatted this year. Looking very much forward to that.
Travels are also in fashion, London on friday, perhaps to Lesley come March and maybe Amsterdam in April.
I felt quite ill with the usual affliction but have now - almost - returned to normal levels.
Winter is here, yay winter. My winter shoes are cumbersome but keep water and cold out.
I went off my pill (and I am now, wait, one moment, now I'm back on it) with less positive and more negative effects than I had imagined. So mores the power to the pill. Even if the papers did carry a negative article recently.
Jeppe rocks, so does Mads also Nikki!
Tried to start a new blog and then tried to erase it... did I mention this? Argh!
Gorramn it!
Now let's see about getting my old content back, fingers crossed but hope turned down.
One little click while I wasn't paying attention.
I'm an idiot. Years of content, gone.
I'll email Blogger but I'm pretty sure there's nothing doing.
There was a post here earlier about all the stuff that had happened since christmas. It was long and quite good, an excellent return to blogging. Sigh. Let's see if I can summarize it really quickly. I need to be in bed soon. Double sigh.
Christmas-time brought presents and Ridin' thumb. Good things there.
New years brought Lesley for a few days, partying and a walk with my father. Also good.
Valravn rock! Nana Schwartzlose rocks!
I have a new job and am working more than I need to.
2006 sucked on the whole.
I still have my old job, 7 hours on mondays. Boring but steady and nice people.
I can't believe I deleted my own blog!
Feelings of despondancy, decay and lack of self-control are to be combatted this year. Looking very much forward to that.
Travels are also in fashion, London on friday, perhaps to Lesley come March and maybe Amsterdam in April.
I felt quite ill with the usual affliction but have now - almost - returned to normal levels.
Winter is here, yay winter. My winter shoes are cumbersome but keep water and cold out.
I went off my pill (and I am now, wait, one moment, now I'm back on it) with less positive and more negative effects than I had imagined. So mores the power to the pill. Even if the papers did carry a negative article recently.
Jeppe rocks, so does Mads also Nikki!
Tried to start a new blog and then tried to erase it... did I mention this? Argh!
Gorramn it!
Now let's see about getting my old content back, fingers crossed but hope turned down.
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