I took Alexander to see the play of “Karlsson-on-the-roof” (“Karlsson på taket”) by Astrid Lindgren with Markoolio starring as Karlsson. What can I say.. the man was born to play this role. The role calls for something of a monkey-on-acid approach to acting, and Markoolio …
“Cold Bitter Rain” Rushing to the station, trying to catch your train It feel like I’m being left behind, standing here in the cold and bitter rain When did the birds stop singing our song? I can’t say, but it doesn’t feel that long (ago) …
Happy first birthday to Filip! (this particular photo was taken with the Sony Ericsson P900 mobile phone in less-than-adequate-lighting, so I apologize for the quality)
“Stop wasting my time” we met a lifetime ago we made love till the sun went up we beat the odds, not once, not twice, but three times cold i look at you, and i know i’m home when you see me, i know i’m …
“You and i used to laugh together” you and i used to laugh together and i guessed we cried some too but now it seems i can’t find you, no matter where i look i must’ve done you wrong, though i don’t know how i …
i run away from pitch black into the sunlight i feel salt from the sweat when I scream i laugh and i can see you see when i can no longer i push when you cannot pull then we embrace and rest i wonder why …
Virtual Infinity – relative definition or an illusion? (joho)
Oh look, it’s a Slash! Back from “Klubben på Fryshuset” (which translates to “the Club at the freezer”, more or less), where I watched Slash and his Snakepit band rock their pants off! This was a really great show. My good friend Rich came up …
“Egghead brainstorming” We think of an egg, merely as something to eat. By itself, on rye, or on wheat. But an egg can be made in so many ways. There would be no repetition fo several days. Some prefer the white, it being pure as …
“Thoughts of creative solidarity” Imagine, for a second, what we could do if we stopped all the fighting. If we could spend our resources towards our ultimate purpose; the survival, rather than the annihilation, of our race. Why can’t we seem to think further than …