Behind The Tea-Glass

Same Same (but different)

2011-12-27T19:14:00.002+01:00

I thought i'd grown. You know - matured, developed.

Turns out: no. I found this out when reading a post that is now almost 5! years old. Yes. I still like And One and talking cats and farting babies on youtube.

This is it folks, this is me. Yesterday, today and tomorrow.

The Female Man / Honmänniskan

2011-12-27T18:02:00.002+01:00

I've Just finished a Swedish translation of The Female Man by Joanna Russ, who passed away earlier this year. It was a good read. The novel was nominated in 1975 to the Nebula Award, probably the greatest award for science fiction literature in USA.

The book is partly about travelling in time and between dimensions and is written by an angry, lesbian feminist. Russ is by far my favourite feminist theorist in science fiction literature and I warmly recommend her works, for instance How to Suppress Women's Writing. Her texts are clever, witty and really funny. Still, I found this book on the library sale.

...ok. Both science fiction and feminism are small fields, not to mention a combination of them. And the book has gotten old. Thoughts and currents develop and the new ones replace the old ones. But the book's age is, in fact, one of the things I like most about it. For me it summarizes many thoughts of the feminist movement at this time, and the mere genre it is written in is worth mentioning. When I wrote my BA thesis this spring (yet to be published, in Swedish though) I learned that genres such as science fiction and fantasy are someties used by feminist writers as a means to create and discuss alternative relationships between men and women, as well as “utopias” where women have taken over. In The Female Man Russ presents both the world where there are only women, which is good but hardly perfect, the future where there is a war of the sexes and men and women only meet to exchange goods, services and babies; the world as it was when the book was written and a more old-fashioned world. We get to know one women from each of these four worlds, and they meet of a reason told towards the end of the book.

I know I wrote earlier that the book has gotten old. Unfortunately, women are still facing widespread sexism and many of the same problems as in the beginning of the 70's, spite an ongoing feminist movement for the last... wow. More than 40 years. In fact, Russ ends the book by expressing the wish that the discussions in the book will once become old and impossible to relate to, laughed at and out-dated.

“Gläd dig, lilla bok!

För den dagen är vi fria.”

The reader is among other things told about the blame that is put on the victims of rape, highlighted today in slut walks across the world. Women were and still are objectified and being told that being ugly is one of the worst things a woman can be: “Det var den hemliga skulden för sjukdom, misslyckande, fulhet (mycket värre saker än mord)” (s. 188).We read about men refusing to accept that there are some women out there who only prefer women. ONLY women. “'Drömmer du inte om det? Drömmer inte alla tjejer om det?' 'Det vet du, Lenny', sade hon. 'Visst gör jag det', sade han entusiastiskt. 'Visst. Det ser jag på er varenda gång ni kommer hit. Ni blir upphetsade bara ni ser det. Som läkarna säger kan vi göra det med varandra, men det kan inte ni, eller hur? Så ni får inget.'” (s. 164-165)

For instance.

The male people in the book are very stupid and more or less helpless, and all grim and selfish, except for the beautiful android sex-slave. One might react to this, saying “ok, she is an angry feminist and into women and all that but hey! men are not all that bad, there are nice guys out there”. True. But if we think about it, couldn't it be that by making a whole sex stupid and helpless, the author wants to tell us something about the characterization in too many other texts that we read?

I'd like to stress here, at the end, that the book doesn't give any answers. Russ does not point out the way for us, but she raises questions about what it means to be a Woman; today, back then and in a possible future. And she does it with anger, love and humour.

Finale.

”Den lilla blå anteckningsboken skramlade runt i min ficka. Jag tog fram den och slog upp den på det sista han hade sagt ('Din korkade brudjävel' et cetera). Under stod det: Flickan backar undan – gråter – manligheten hävdad. Under 'Riktigt Slagsmål Med Flicka' stod det: Skada inte (utom horor). Jag tog fram min egen rosa bok, för vi har varsin allesammans, och när jag slog upp instruktionerna under ”Brutalitet” stod det: Mannens dåliga humör är kvinnans fel. Det är också kvinnans ansvar att lappa ihop det hela efteråt.” (s. 52)

For my sister

2011-08-12T12:22:00.003+02:00

"The game gave him an inexplicable satisfaction, the same he felt when he lay on his back in bed hanging his head downward over the bed's edge, and by an act of will convinced his eyes that the floor was a dark dusty ceiling over his head, and the ceiling a white floor, with lamps sprouting upward from it: and a house different but the same, empty of furniture, extending outward room upon room over the tall thresholds of the open doors."

- John Crowley: Love & Sleep

You got a golden star in your book yesterday for telling me that she is "a real woman", even though I usually get jelaous when I'm not in the centre.

2011-08-08T15:36:00.012+02:00

I remember an ex-boyfriend saying years ago "Wheew! I thought he sung he wanted to be like Grace Jones. Who wants to look like Grace Jones?!"
An odd thing to say, and should probably have been taken as a warning sign, but being the good non-confronting girlfriend I was once upon a time I simply shrugged my shoulders (at the most).

Probably, a lot of people want to look like Grace Jones. At least they should. If you google her you will have pictures of style and creativity filling your screen. Try it!

The Lawnmower Woman

2011-08-05T13:29:00.004+02:00

I cut the grass in my mother's garden yesterday. Yesterday was a warm and sunny summer's day that, because of this, didn't allow blogging.
Since i'm not used to physical work, dragging this machine back and forth over the glass made me feel like he-man. Sweat, muscles, you know. My daughter and her father were picking berries in the meantime and all went well until the thing started shaking and I was unable to turn it off. E.F. helped me out while driving around a little (by doing this, the machine stopped shaking).
This was obviously a hard blow on my he-man ego.

How he managed to do this is a hard nut to crack.
That men by nature have a good hand with technical things sounds like hocus pocus to me, which gives us the inevitable answer:
His hormones had some affect on the thing.
It makes sense. Men have been the main-developers of lawnmowers and have probably also been testing them. Hence, lawnmowers are made for men. Unless it is a matter of hip-waist relations or absence/presence of breasts, the only explanation to why my mother's lawnmower listens to him and not to me ought to be due to hormones. Hormones, as we know, affect tons of things in our lives. This should be put on the list.

NOTE: Shortly afterwards, the lawnmower would not start. I turned it around, checked it in every way i was capable of and gave up. E.F. turned it upside down and took out the grass that made the blades stuck. Alright, his solution of the latter technical problem is explainable. He has been working with cutting grass and is used to these things.
But still..

Einstein on the Beach

2011-08-05T13:17:00.004+02:00

Today I went to the library and bought a pile of books that were out of use. One of them (Experimentfälten by Torsten Ekbom) was about pioneers in different artforms, and in the discussion following the purchase of the book E.F. played Einstein on the Beach for me on Youtube (in the meantime he deconstructed a computer to make some art - I do like the variety of his fields of interest!). Music was not bad.

The chapter was partly about the opera, it did sound very interesting, and now I want to see it.

Polish movie posters

2010-02-02T11:56:00.001+01:00

http://wellmedicated.com/inspiration/50-incredible-film-posters-from-poland/

I've never seen anything like it. Go, Poland!

Paris

2009-08-07T19:40:00.002+02:00

I told someone i'd try to blog during my trip, so here it is:

Paris is like in the movies. Old, beautiful, romantic and yet exciting. I've had busy days since i arrived (sunday) but today i rest.

It is a quarter to 8 in the evening and it is warm outside the internet café, cooler inside it but not cold, and on the street is a non-stop chatter of people passing by.

quick connection communication

2009-04-23T18:48:00.003+02:00

Libraries are the best. As well as strong black tea with milk is the best.

I'm looking forward to move back to Göteborg though Reykjavík isn't that bad either. I'm looking forward to meet old friends, family and to have more things to choose from. I'm looking forward to spend lazy days in my mother's garden.

Happy First Day of Summer!

Yours,
Malva

beauty

2008-01-23T00:15:00.000+01:00

The sun was shining in Göteborg today. I went for a walk and took some pictures, but the best one i took later while visiting Veronica. We drank tea, made popcorn and talked about men. Her one-room appartment is as cozy as one can be and when i am there i am reminded about purple, a colour i like but often forget.

The Snowball Effect

2008-01-15T17:27:00.000+01:00

Everything is fine, i am alive and back in Göteborg for to weeks. Good to have internet connection. On the night of my arrival my mother showed me the funniest clip in a long time.

Enjoy!

septemberoktobernovember

2007-11-12T22:14:00.000+01:00

Ja ja, i’m still alive. Shortly after the last post i went back to Iceland and continued my life from July by working a little, hanging out at home with Anne a lot and going out every now and then and dance on the chairs.
Then i met my boyfriend, snow came (and went), Óli son was born and the old woman in the house passed away.
Yesterday i missed home.
Today i didn’t. At least not very much.

song dagsins: Nationalteatern – Inuti Varann

the Gothenburgian shopping spree!

2007-09-05T00:05:00.000+02:00

The city becomes prettier and prettier by each day. I would really like to live here, one day, but not now.
Today i went out of the house, took the tram and left the suburbs. And i bought records!

Here’s the list:
SLAGSMÅLSKLUBBEN – BOSS FOR LEADER because it is sweet and sour electronic music.
GARBAGE – VERSION 2.0 because each time i visit David (like yesterday) i demand that he plays them since i don’t have any records by them - until now, that is.
FRONT LINE ASSEMBLY – IMPLODE oh! Because i found this cd (ok, Andreas lent it to me) last week and it was love at first… hm. I have been listening to it every day since. It is the best record in the world these days.
FRONT LINE ASSEMBLY – NEURAL IMPLANT because this is also a very good record by fla.
TOM WAITS – REAL GONE because it is Tom Waits. Never bad. Crazy pirate jazz.
GUS GUS – THIS IS NORMAL because it makes me a bit happy and homesick. Or, eh… you know.
BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB – TAKE THEM ON YOUR OWN because it is blrmc (nice rock from New York, always good to have)

Yep, that’s about it. One step closer towards something!

swedish blackhead

2007-09-02T19:50:00.000+02:00

Yesterday, before i got drunk and started listen to And One, i dyed my hair with black henna (without using other henna in advance). And it went fine! Instead of sun bleached dark golden brown hair it is now… well… some bluegreybrownish black with less significant greys. Almost like it was before but colder in hue.
It also feels thicker, but that could just as well be my imagination.

But it sure smells funny.

Today's disco track: STALIN - LEG SIE UM

and one - get you closer

2007-09-01T20:15:00.000+02:00

because they rock my world, sometimes, and because they actually are somewhat cool..

den ständiga framtidsångesten och jag

2007-08-26T22:07:00.000+02:00

My mother, my brother and i took a ride to the sea and through the neighbourhood. It is a nice place. I saw some familiar people in the food store, a couple in my age that i or someone else have been to school with and it struck me how far away i was from them, geographically at least, and that they both had each other and maybe they still lived around there, and maybe they were well educated and… and… who knows?!
Probably not. I’m a part of a spoiled generation – i dream about getting a house like my mum’s in a hidden paradise in a big city but i am not making an effort to get it.
Instead i’m loitering about, dreaming of adventures.

On TV today there was a documentary about an old couple moving to an old people’s home. They talked about their childhood together (childhood together! Too late to get a boyfriend like that, hm!) and their… ah. “we thought brazil seemed to be a good place and moved there”. Just like that! They had been moving around a lot and showed videos of themselves being young and having a pick nick on the beach. Smiling and waving. People were happier back then, weren’t they? Happier and walking and driving faster.
Maybe it was the speed of everything that made them happy? Or just speed as in C6H5CH2CH(NH2)CH3 , what do i know? No time for worries anyway.

And as long as i move around and maybe have pick nicks on beaches and videotape it all i’m excused for not buying a house and settle down in my hometown.
And that’s a relief.

summary

2007-08-25T22:34:00.000+02:00

Hmm… not much to tell, i’m afraid. I’m eating ice cream but still feel a bit warm in the stomach. Maybe it is the tiny fever i had yesterday and today. No, i’m sure it is something else. At least i know that i’m looking forward to go back to Iceland! No, longing for it! Längta längta!

Summer, as far as i remember, has been rather cold and uneventful. The day after i wrote my last post (on the 2nd, that is) my brother turned 30. Great party! I still haven’t finished his lopapeysa (because of laziness, nothing else) that i planned to give him but he seemed happy anyway. The weather was good and the garden was green.

-Cheers!

I’ve been to the countryside (the other place, not the island. The Inland Empire – ha ha), been to Småland, been hanging out with friends, lost my wallet and gotten it back, lost two cameras but might know where they are, gone shopping, collected heather and sorted out some clothes i will never use again anyway.
Today me and Karl went to the opening of the Art Biennial, made tortellinis w. mushrooms, watched an episode of Dr. Snuggles and went to fetch the lizard scull i had found on the heather hill.
Tomorrow i will probably do something else.

To Lorry

2007-08-02T11:25:00.000+02:00

The post you've been waiting for: the flea market report.

I didn't buy anything. I was thinking about buying an 80's shirt with only one button in it and a comic about two mexican (i think) girls who had great haircuts but i didn't.
I also thought about buying The Great Gatsby since i was running out of books but i'm glad i didn't since my brother showed up a couple of days after that with some books from my mum.
That's about it.
I tried to take a picture of my sister but she shyed away.

nån form av cockpit, båtens cockpit

2007-08-01T21:26:00.000+02:00

jag drömde inatt att jag jobbade på lindex, fast det var som kicks, och att alla örhängena som jag skulle ställa iordning drösade ner på golvet.
Adam Alsing, som var min arbetsledare, kom förbi och sa åt mig att jag inte fick göra fel men när han själv skulle visa hur man gjorde ställde han till det ännu mer. Jag blev arg och ville sluta, men sa ingenting.

Bilden är från videon till "bakom basistens bas" av Peter Wahlbeck. ALLT für alle-gänget har gjort är bra; tack trumtrum!

oh-la-la!

2007-07-23T21:29:00.000+02:00

My brother is back from France! And is already longing to go back..

the Sun and the Rainfall

2007-07-17T20:29:00.000+02:00

It is raining.
Not yesterday; yesterday it was hot and sunny and i was able to lie outside all day and read.
I’ve finished one book already.
This evening i embarked on reading Lunar Park. Funny how easy it is to go back to what is familiar; to your favourite writers, composers, whatever. To Bret Easton, Dostoyevsky, Skinny Puppy, Depeche Mode and Wilde (oh Wilde, who i love so much!). Not to mention the men that i bring back from memory and take with me as imaginary friends on my walks.
It is rather empty here, if i don’t count the people down in the village.

Tomorrow we will go to the mainland to buy food and to go to the flea market. Let’s hope for bloggable adventures!

lopapeysan!

2007-07-14T18:02:00.000+02:00

modell: Ida Hansson

summer days

2007-07-14T17:27:00.000+02:00

Being back in Sweden is quite alright. I’m tanned, hungry, with clean hair for once and longing for making another lopapeysa. A thick grey one for me or my brother.
Tomorrow we’ll go to the countryside which will be very good indeed. I’ve been far too drunk far too many times lately, not to mention weeks (months?) i’ve been drinking too often, so going up on the west coast for two weeks only taking with me one kilo of Icelandic wool and many kilos of books couldn’t hurt at all.
Oh! And my new camera. My sweet sweet Konica TC with flash and zoom lens that i bought in Kolaportið not long ago.

Påskmust! My mum bought me a bottle. It is good. I am happy.

I have a feeling that my camera is female. I don’t know why, probably because of some old gender-related prejudices i thought i didn’t have, but I’m sure she and i will have great adventures together! When i won’t be playing with my Polaroid (tack Emil, den har varit världens snällaste!), that is.

Time to cook.
Take care and love eachother.

Dagens låt: Bob Hund - Nu Är Det Väl Revolution På gång

bunch of savages in this town

2007-04-23T23:18:00.000+02:00

Weekend was nice. I got Clerks from Denis and Laetitia and they played Goodbye Horses in Sirkus and then i tried to explain to the man the whole story about the song, but since he was to drunk to follow i tried to unbuckle his belt instead and scared him away.
Alas! I never seem to be able to explain how much i really like him.

I also went to the store to look at textile colours today. Does anyone feel like making some cool prints, maybe this weekend?

party-party!

2007-04-22T19:36:00.000+02:00

dugleg and bruised

2007-03-21T00:32:00.000+01:00

Today i've been a good girl: working, washing clothes and doing the dishes.

Weather is not so good: it is really wet and slushy outside and my shoes, socks and feet were all wet by the time i got home.

My left foot is hurt: last night after sitting on the floor writing my latest post i went up, stumbled around with a sleepy leg and almost broke my toe. It is now rather blue. After work i stepped on a dry piece of cheese that was so hard that i had to pull it out of my heel. I was bleeding.

The Wow and Daniel Johnston

2007-03-20T01:29:00.000+01:00

I think, i hope, that i finally got a job. Which is great, since i seem to be one of those who are not well being unemployed. All play and no work makes Malva a dull girl
(oh! New flashback: me and Theresa were on the dancefloor at Sirkus singing along to Beck – Sexx Laws. I haven’t danced as much in ages..)
(ah! Midnite Vultures; such a good record! It is a forgotten favourite of mine that i have to buy/put on my birthday present wishlist asap. My newest favourite is Daniel Johnston. Quite different from Beck but quite quite good. Absolutely brilliant, actually. Stebbi had the documentary about him; we watched it yesterday. Johnston’s art reminded me of Halldór's, who I will hopefully meet on thursday, and inspired me to be more creative. Tonight i finished another hat - huge one on request).

Island, ver. 2.0

2007-03-09T00:59:00.000+01:00

I’m here again. Lots of old and some new. Anne was kind enough to pick me up at the bus station and bring me over to her place, and since then we’ve spent a lot of time together. Yesterday we bought hats. Oh! And after she bought a skirt at Illgresi i went to Snarrót to meet some people, and Kristján posed for me in one of my hats and they all showed me around in the new bookstore. There was sun outside! I sat by Tjörnin for a while looking at the birds. An older man was sitting on the bench next to mine and life felt quite good.
Went with Stebbi and Matti in the evening to the world premiere of “300”, bought candy and sprite, got searched and ran into Jói. The movie was nice; it had scenes that looked like paintings and lots and lots of good action scenes. The Spartans were tremendously strong and almost invincible!

On the whole, i’ve been having lazy days with lots of time in front of msn, drinking tea and… yeah. That’s about it. Long nights of cuddling.

This night will end with sherry and some pages of logics (that i never seem to get the hang of; it is not logical at all!).

Song of January: Indochine - Ladyboy

stålmannensyskon

2007-02-27T13:22:00.000+01:00

Yesterday me and my brother went shopping toghether. We were supposed to find some pants for him, that was the actual mission, but of course we didn't but found a lot of other clothes instead. Like this Superman t-shirt that i'm wearing on the picture. Not until later did my brother mention that he was wearing almost the exact kind of t-shirt! Life is so strange sometimes..

Later on we went with Ida and Péter to the cinema to watch Pan's Labyrinth. It was not the fairy-tale movie i expected but a brutal movie about the fascism in Spain in the 40's.
Still great, however.

summer dreams

2007-02-25T17:10:00.000+01:00

I miss summer more and more. The scene where they paint looks very much like a warm August night. Alas! How i miss the warm nights and the blackbirds!

cold white thick stuff

2007-02-23T20:55:00.000+01:00

”They say that when good Swedes die they go to Reykjavík”
Ok, this might not be true, but there are things over there that we like. Kolaportid, hardfiskur and corrugated sheet, only to mention a few. However… we have something you don’t have…
SNOW! Ha ha. Tons of snow all over Göteborg. Newspapers describe it as absolute “chaos”; trains and trams are stuck and since people still insist on driving there are car accidents every day. I’m unharmed though; only happy because i get a good excuse being late to work on early mornings. Today i invested in my first pair of moon boots since many years. They are fabulous.

Re-discovery dagsins: Mr Bungle – California

Oh yeah. i-i-i, the old lady, went to a party on Saturday together with my brother: hence the picture of the day. Nice one, isn’t it?

Dina våtor är strumpa

2007-02-19T17:21:00.000+01:00

At the moment i am in Arvika with Ida on something like a holiday. Not she, she is in school, but i am hanging out in her cabin doing as little as possible. Days of sleeping, eating porridge and looking at the snow outside the window; it is nice to see some snow and trees for a change.
Alfapet och alla avsnitt av Glappet.

at least i saved the village

2007-02-17T19:27:00.000+01:00

Between everything, between working days and funeral and days with all the relatives without any break, i managed to collect some three people to play Drakborgen with me. This is a tradition we’ve had since many winters, me and Veronica, and together with Karl and Leonard from the Froggerhood we got enough time to play one game – where i won! Apart from gaming: many cakes and lots of candy.
I am tired and i am weary but still alright.

Song of the day: Jimi Tenor – Sugar Daddy

vantarna!

2007-02-13T18:24:00.000+01:00

Mission #1

2007-02-11T22:50:00.001+01:00

I know! Why don't you, dear reader, send me a picture of your favourite bedroom, may it be your own or someone else's, and i'll post it here on my blog with some catchy title above?
It could be interesting..

malva@lycos.com

nights in no satin

2007-02-11T22:22:00.000+01:00

Sleep, sleep, sleep. Early day today, early day tomorrow. The only good thing about rising early is that i sleep so well. The few hours i get, that is.
Sleeping really is da shit.

Oh, and eating. I am definitely pro-eating.

(i wish my bedroom would be this cosy and welcoming)

kvinnor och champagne

2007-02-07T23:59:00.000+01:00

I’ve played Wii Play! And it is so much fun! Laser Hockey is far trickier than you’d think, Charge is great fun and i ruled at the Shooting Range (even though i lost). Thanks Bob, for giving me hot chocolate and showing me this.
Yesterday was good; concert with hit songs, club meeting people and playing with a fine camera and video games with a stranger until i took the morning tram home. Today i had a fight with my sister, re-discovered Lamb and moved the boxes with Christmas decorations into my closet.

Bild: Jag och David på Lustans Lakejer.

Catchy song of the day: And One – Body Company
Video of yesterday: Beck - Loser
Last song of yesterday: Sista Mannen på Jorden - Luft

On request: a New Post.

2007-02-05T21:45:00.000+01:00

To be honest, i’ve been too good to be writing in my blog all days. Working more than ever, yes, but also reading and eating very much.
And i didn’t know what to write. What do you want to hear?

Knitting is going well; i started on my second mitten yesterday. My grandfather died a week ago without any warning and we are all, still, very surprised. Relatives came over on the weekend and we talked and celebrated my father who was turning 59. Sunday afternoon i remembered very well. I finished Small Gods and begun reading Myndin af Dorian Gray.
Sofa, thick blanket, tea, candy and books until evening-time.
Tomorrow i’ll work for the seventh day in a row, not that i mind, and go to a concert with Lustans Lakejer at the train station.
Today i’ve been looking at videos with talking cats and farting babies on youtube.
We’ve had really good weather now for some days with lots of blue sky and the occasional glimpse of the sun. No wind, sometimes light rain.
I like Military Fashion show by And One because it reminds me of my favourite club here in Gautaborg, and Enjoy the Unknown because it is kind of irresistible.

Oh yeah, and i’m going to study… logics? in spring. On a distance so that i can move whenever i want to.

Picture: my cousin’s daughter. We were babysitting her on Saturday night and she made us cabbage tea. Tasted odd but somewhat like summer.

mössan!

2007-01-23T11:37:00.000+01:00

Folk är ju ta mig tusan inte kloka!

2007-01-23T00:27:00.000+01:00

“The thing that makes me most upset is not that he slept with someone else, but that he had to fuck it all up.”

You’re damn right i’m disappointed in mankind. This weekend i’ve met friends who have been cheated on and betrayed, and even though i’m not as naïve as i was one week ago and slowly start to realize that this is actually quite common i still don’t understand why people do it. Seriously, is it not enough having one person to sleep with? Is it really worth it? I don’t think so but on the other hand, as far as i know, i don’t have any personal experience of it.

ARRGH! This hat will not be knitted by love but of anger, and i will finish it tonight and post the pictures tomorrow. Until then; take care of each other and sleep well.

gaman að sjá þig!

2007-01-20T14:41:00.000+01:00

between dreams

2007-01-18T21:33:00.000+01:00

Oh yeah, i was euphoric and took pictures of my porridge this morning and planned to write something witty about it, but tonight it all went away and at the moment i only feel blue and alone. Like that song by Weeping Willows (Swedish pop music at it’s corniest).

I am somewhat alone. I’ve realized that most of my remaining friends live in Iceland and btw: I could probably find a job there and a place to live (here is alright except from the fact that i’m not allowed to play Front Line Assembly downstairs).

I would probably go there soon if it wouldn’t be for my appointment with the dentist on the 16^th.

Until then i’m pretty much stuck here.

Ah yeah, i was supposed to quote my favourite Carl Johan De Geer about how to make porridge. I realized not until now that it wasn’t actually he who said it but i like him anyway. The last time I saw him in the paper he talked about “manlig självömkan” (male self-pity) and how it is central, worshipped even, in parts of today’s culture. Exactly in the same way as it is dominant in my blog! Stackars Malva!

To compensate for my miserable social life I’ve started to dream even more. People I don’t meet in real life I meet in my dreams and it is… well… somewhat like a solution.

Du träumst mich ich dich
Keine Angst ich finde dich
am Halbschlafittchen pack' ich dich
und ziehe dich zu mir

Oooh... my mum handed me some Russian Earl Gray. Ach, my bathrobed muse...

What are my dear readers drinking at the moment?

silly old bugger (the difficult art of loving life)

2007-01-14T20:59:00.000+01:00

I’ve been awfully moody the last days, not being able to understand myself in any way and giving it all to Theresa to repair it for me. Sorry. Thanks for listening.

I wonder if it is like this for all people, that your emotional state is (seemingly) not affected by what actually happens around you. I probably made a fool out of myself this weekend being old and drunk and all but that only puts me in an even better mood and i laughed at myself inside. Tomorrow I will be working the whole day and I’m almost looking forward to it. Life is good.

I have a mother who loves me and who doesn’t mind my life as long as I am happy, and at the moment I’m waiting for her to get home. Until then: some more music.

Song to play on repeat and be very happy to: Gary Numan – Voix

I like this motion
I like this heat
I like this breathing
And I know I like this beat

small and furry things

2007-01-10T17:40:00.000+01:00

…but why should i baby-sit Bismarck while everyone went out partying? Good thing that i had Vincent to talk to. Another unpleasant part of the dream was the flesh-eating rabbit, not quite like the one in the Monty Python movie but still…

The only thing i remember about it was that it was running after the car and that we threw intestines, probably from a lamb, to it.

It was grey and actually really cute.

Yesterday i had hot chocolate with whipped cream and today it is still raining.

Låt dagsins: Front 242 – Felines

"They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore"

2007-01-08T14:23:00.000+01:00

So, uhm… Yeah. Gudni, you said you would come over to my place (my dad’s apartment? It sure looked like it) but then, as it is sometimes, you were too late and you couldn’t make it. Siggi, haehae, you came over but only for some minutes. I got angry and undressed, and Ida and Rosa poured blue and green glitter all over my body. It made me look like some sea-creature! All three of us were swinging from tree to tree, bouncing on nets, while my father and brother sat in the kitchen smoking Café Crème cigars with oriental aroma.
Once back on the ground, i got dressed and went to the park (such a park! Big open areas and some trees) with a long string in my hand. I tied it to a little girl in a white dress and tossed her up in the air trying to make her fly. A man came up to me (after a while i realised that he was some kind of elf, probably a leprechaun,) and we started talking about the art of flying kites. I took the girl down, unleashed her, and me and the elf took a path trough the woods, away from the park, and we discussed the difficult use of “who”, “which” and “that”. We came to the conclusion that people always make mistake while talking, and that it is impossible to be fluent in any language.
We met a car, tried to stop it of some reason but then the phone rang and i woke up.

Rainy day today. I’ve been reading and drinking tea a lot with good conscience.

Arrrrrr!

2007-01-06T15:28:00.000+01:00

Pirates! A whole week of pirates! Pirates of the Caribbean with Andreas, followed by Tom Waits (he is a pirate) and today: Pippi Långstrump på de Sju Haven. I was lying in the sofa watching the movie, drinking my new tea and thinking about how much i like pirates not knowing that Joost had already sent me an email telling that he went out last night wearing a sailor hat, suspenders and an eye patch. Trends and inventions (such as pyramides), perhaps even language, seem to appear at the same time in different places. Yes, the idea of a collective mind is interesting.
However: In two hours my sister, the deadliest scallawag that ever swung a sword, is coming over. She is a true (a mighty!) pirate and knows how dangerous dr pepper and three-headed monkeys are to a poor girl's heart. Maybe i'll ask her to be my stylist, now that all my makeup is on Viking Island...

Coming up next: the attack of the six feet Japanese pop-pirate!

darkangel

2007-01-05T21:41:00.000+01:00

Me and Veronica, too much of Sisters of Mercy and Red Wine.

Nei, some Günter und Fritz as well, and VNV Nation - Thórarinn's mix record.

The whole world map in small pieces. Even the freaky piece is here; i got it before i left and it is still as freaky.

The fact that that things don't make sense makes more and more sense.

Grattis på födelsedagen, Andreas!

2007-01-05T13:58:00.000+01:00

Most arty pictures taken by Jocke

all that i do or don't do

2007-01-04T17:48:00.000+01:00

I tell myself that i read. In fact, i don't. I borrow books from friends and family and at libraries, i carry them around in bags and purses, i talk about them, i put them in order and look at the covers when i try to tidy up in my room and my dream is to work in a library or even better; in an antique bookstore. But i can't recall the last time i read one. Instead, i spend all my free time in front of the internet or together with my mum. My mum is to me what my wife, Anne, was to me in Reykjavík. A woman i live with that i'm able to spend hours and hours drinking tea and talking about men with. Maybe i should cure my heterosexuality and get a real wife one day. To drink tea with.
Talking about tea, yesterday i got a new favourite one: Sir Williams! Mixing Earl Grey and Lapsang Souchong, why didn't i ever think of that? Yummy. If you are in Göteborg you could find it... ai. In a store with soaps, teas and oils on Haga Nygata.
Anyway. I was thinking about reading a book by Vladimir Odojevskij that i got from Mamma (she got an e-mail from her friend who is in St Petersburg now, living on Nevjskij Prospekt, how i envy him! Would anyone like to go with me to Russia in spring? I'm afraid i don't dare to go alone), have anyone read him? Mid-19th century author. I need some booky guidance right now.

"Have some wine", the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. "I don't see any wine", she remarked.
"There isn't any", said the March Hare.

for all that was or wasn't

2007-01-01T22:39:00.000+01:00

Some 22 hours ago my brother, some friends and me said goodbye to the old year and welcomed the new. We celebrated in a traditional way by eating, drinking and watching fireworks. A couple got engaged, it was sweet.
I usually don’t like New Years Eve but this time i wasn’t anxious at all. Probably because i’m going in the right direction this year and probably because i see all the possibilities of adventures ahead. Endless possibilities! I am going to travel, without doubt, hopefully to a place i haven’t been to before. Maybe i will clean my room as well even though i won’t put it first on my agenda. Maybe i will write some in my diary and knit a sweater as well.
A few hours before the party David (blue shirt, right corner) gave me (something black, to the left) a buzz cut and I am still getting used to it. It is fun; sometimes I forget that it is all (nema 13 millimetrar) gone.Goodbye old days and old hair, and to all of you:

GOTT NYTT ÅR!

SNOPP!

2006-12-30T00:41:00.000+01:00

Me and my mum were baking and on my demand she made a PENIS! She's so much fun..
Apart from that, i haven't been doing much. Taking a walk past the small cucumber-looking things that explode when you touch them and to the liqour store and back again and putting my mp3s into folders. I haven't even read and i missed it.
Books rule!

every little thing that is discovered

2006-12-28T14:20:00.000+01:00

Ok Andreas, maybe we are not that pretentious, but we are clichéd as hell. It was somewhere between taking arty pictures with my new camera, listening to Tom Waits Nick Cave Einstürzende Neubauten Skinny Puppy and talking about Bret Easton’s new book Michael Moore Chomsky Dostojevskij Kafka Dave McKean Laibach and NSK and… I’m almost too ashamed to say this… the war in Iraq…

…That i realized this.

But it was nice anyway. We watched a stupid horror movie, played with the cat, drank beer and ate candy. Andreas truly is a good friend.

And at the moment i like being in Göteborg. Yesterday we listened to Ghostman by Skinny Puppy that always reminds me of Susanne and sometimes of our several hours walks in the neighbourhood. Walking around here, on pavement and by the sea and sometimes read is almost all i want to do.

I know that i can’t have everything all the time. Yesterday i wanted Stebbi to come over and drink beer with us, and i wanted Gudni to stop by at the party on New Year’s Eve and have a drink with me, but it all gets so difficult when there is no tram connection between Reykjavík and Sweden. Nor is there teleportation.

Bah.

incl. Christmas Morning Pictures taken by NEW camera!

2006-12-25T17:28:00.000+01:00

This morning i saved the rat that had been living in the house for some days. My brother had told me that it had leave, or else we’d kill it, so when i went into the bathroom it was sitting on the pile of clothes waiting for us to bring it out. My mum found a bucket and the story got a happy ending (spite my feet after walking on frozen ground!).
Christmas has been Christmas indeed. I got everything i wished for and more, and the whole family has been hanging around here for some days now. At the moment we (except from sleeping sister) are drinking lapsang, eating chocolate and playing with the new printer.

I hope you are good as well.

God Jul!

jul

2006-12-23T21:54:00.000+01:00

pictures taken by Rosa Heed

home and dry (Merry Christmas, Raimondo!)

2006-12-23T13:17:00.000+01:00

Came home late last night, or early this morning. My mum, with new hairdo but still great-looking, picked me up and brought me home to naked trees and shining stars in the windows. Those orange paper stars we have here in Sweden; very traditional.
There is no place like home.

Ps. I seem to have forgotten all my make up at your place; use it for Icelandic masquerades if you want but do not throw it away. Keep it somewhere safe or hand it over to Anne. Thanks.

Beware of The Friendly Stranger

2006-12-21T14:23:00.000+01:00

I recognize this Boards of Canada song! Salad Fingers..? Dearest sister Rosa, how i'm looking forward to hang out with you and look at stuff on the computer while eating your food experiments.

Apart from that, i'm not really.. It is not that fun to leave.
Met up with Joost and Óli yesterday, tried to socialize and wake up Dóri but didn't really succeed. Went to Ölstofan, ran into someone i danced with once upon a time in spring and went back to Fjólugata to burn some cd:s and stare into the wall.

And sorry; Siggi, Steini, Sigurgeir and all the other people i didn't have the time to say goodbye too: you know i'll be back.

The One Thousand things to do in Two Nights

2006-12-20T12:05:00.000+01:00

I feel miserable; having a sore throat, running nose and a body that is tired. Today i intend to meet up with everyone, socialize, buy christmas gifts and pack most of my things. Ugh.
And i'm coughing as well!
Stackars Malva!

Dreamt tonight that Seamus was together with Ida Hansson, and that i somehow tried to explain to him what an allegory was by referring to the book "amphigorey" by Edward Gorey. Ida bought me, Leonard and herself cups of tea and we lined them up on a table in a fancy café.
The other night someone was giving birth in a record store but in reality, waken life, Sabrina's water broke the same morning.
Dreams are fun.

fumbler/fálmari

2006-12-15T13:17:00.000+01:00

ha-HA! Anne and me found a toaster the other day that burns skulls onto the sneiðar, and this time you can really see the bones and the grinning skull. Pirate breakfast.
Had a busy week and no time for blogging. Went to Kolaportið on Sunday and found some really nice books and two pairs of shoes; ran into Sabrina and Camilla and was almost flying on my way home. Euphoria! The best word there is!
"Orð! Orðin ein! Hve ægileg voru þau! Hve ljós, lifandi og miskunnarlaus! Þau urðu ekki umflúin. Og þó, hvílikir leynitöfrar fólust ekki í þeim. Þau virtist vera þess megnug að formlausum hlutum líf og mynd og eiga sinn eigin tónagaldur svo þýðan sem fiðlunnar eða lútunnar. Orðin ein! Var nokkuð svo raunverulegt, sem orð?"
Yes, i did find Dorian Gray in Icelandic. Yes, I am obsessing about the book.
Hmmm…
On Wednesday I celebrated Lucia with some friends; made lussekatter and drank glögg. Went to Sirkus to see Ghostigital and they are so so SO good!

Oh and the weekend! I got a new friend on Friday; Magnús (visited him on Wednesday, note to self: find a darkroom to rent). We were puzzling, playing kalaha and talking talking talking. It is nice to meet new friends.
Met up with Joost and Óli later on and danced to New Order and Gus Gus in Kaffibarinn.
Burnt a toast because I was too busy blogging, ha ha
On Saturday evening I was invited to my mum’s friends and had some real food. Really: fish soup, garlic bread. I love my life here but it was very relaxing to be in this safe grown-up atmosphere for some hours with real furniture and… uh… grown-ups.
Went to Fjólugata afterwards to be young and to drink whiskey and vodka together with Joost and talk about love and relationships… while Mushi, the cat, gave birth to Malva, Booy and Mlakar on his couch. Joost dressed up as Hunter S. Thompson and around 4 am we went out, tricked us in as VIP:s and danced in bar 11 until i got… tired… and went home. Met some weirdo on the way who tried all pick-up lines “I know you want to kiss me, but you are too shy!” there are and who seems to be Stefán’s neighbour (met weirdo on Monday outside the house; he tried to hold me, I’m not joking! There are plenty of weirdoes out there..). This city is actually very small and I’m still not used to it.
Went to Fjólugata yesterday where Óli told me and Joost the story of the fall of the house of Usher (and a good story-teller he is), and also had a movie-night with Stefán.
Doughnuts and samlokubrauð with marmite for breakfast.
Life is good.

These Days

2006-12-05T21:41:00.000+01:00

…are good days.
But uh, you know, it always gets harder to write a post the longer you’ve not been blogging. Did this sentence make any sense? I suppose i’m excused; today i went shopping (rainbow panties and writing on laptop all evening wohoo!) with Anne and Hanna and spent a lot of time and money in Smáralind. What else? Butterflies (they tickle a bit but are kind of fun) and pain (probably malnutrition; I only eat bread and pastries but try to drink some orange juice every now and then) in stomach. I’ve taken a bath. The tub is full of pubic hairs and i was surprised to see that i have so many left. Seriously, the water was full of them! They might be some creatures made out of Keratin that start to breed as soon as they get in contact with water… i don’t know. The hair on my head is also growing; last week it fell down over my eyebrows and insists on staying there. I might cut it.

Aha! Bækur. Jag gillar böcker. Joost came over on saturday and lent me “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”, and i’m already reading two other books but couldn’t resist starting on this one. So far so good. Talked about books with Stefán on sunday and met Gudni later on to get my Dorian Gray back. And to have some tea, of course.
My oh my, how i like Oscar Wilde...

“All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their own peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their own peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work of art shows the work is new, complex, and vital.
/…/
All art is quite useless.”

choklad!

2006-11-23T01:28:00.000+01:00

Of some reason Anne didn't like her Karl Fazer Chocolate (with peppermint crisps) and i'm eating of it and starting to feel much better. And suddenly Denis is going online saying: "chocolate the best way to have several orgasms and never being disapointed. it's like having cats, such a sweet company"
Life is strange, but kind of fun.

no good

2006-11-23T00:24:00.000+01:00

Screw everything. Today i can hardly feel that i’m here.

The salt has lost his savour.

Went with Joost to the old people’s home to look for jobs and to Kaffibarinn to get some cheese. Found some with lots of garlic in it.

I think i like garlic.

Halldór turns me into a spadadróttning

2006-11-22T00:25:00.000+01:00

I have artistic friends.

lazy sunday afternoon

2006-11-19T21:42:00.000+01:00

Saturday night with dancing dancing dancing...Me, Anne and Halldór made the dance floor and Joost stood by the mirror making us into the fantastic four. Depeche Mode, New Order and plenty of Gus Gus. He he, they even played Kraftwerk! Art can’t be like a mirror anymore; it has to be a hammer. Or how was it? We had a hard time getting out of bed on Saturday. After being on Sirkus and Kaffibarinn socializing, drinking, being fed with chocolate with a new friend and talking about sexuality with an old one i ended up with Anne on an afterparty. I met a cat and a man who both liked me and i made playlists and looked at photography books.

On Thursday i met Gudni and we talked for hours and hours. Coffee, cigars, Rammstein and as always: inspiring and uplifting conversations out of this world. Gudni Thór, i’m so glad i’ve met you! To bad we didn’t meet on Friday night.

I’m divided in two these days. Everything I feel has a mirrored side. I care a lot and i don’t give a shit. I hate going out and i love it; listening to music that makes me both happy and sad. I live in Iceland and i live in Sweden. I’m young and i’m old. I’m everything and i’m nothing.

I’m confused.

RJÓMAOSTUR!

2006-11-16T01:45:00.000+01:00

Danska: flødeost
Norska: fløteost, philadelphiaost
Sænska: cream cheese
Enska: cream cheese
Þýska: Doppelrahmkäse
Franska: fromage frais
Ítalska: formaggio fresco

Thanks to www.gestgjafinn.is

Rófur med rjómaosti

2006-11-16T01:33:00.000+01:00

..i don't think i ever left the house that day - i went from being cool and active to... eh... neither cool nor active.
he he, funny words i'd never use but love to write.

At the moment i'm boiling rófur that i will eat together with my new favourite rjómaostur that is some kind of butter/cheese, or ferskostur (färskost) with kvarg. It's fantastic! As with marmite, you can have it on a spread but it is also delicious on cooked vegetables! Today, before going to work i had it on broccoli. Yummy.

Anne is sleeping in theliving room since her window won't close (and it was cold today) so i better keep this short.

See you laters alligaters.

how can you afford your bónus lifestyle?

2006-11-13T17:24:00.000+01:00

Friday was a Friday indeed. I was invited to Júlíus place for dinner and had vegetable soup, bread, Serge Gainsbourg and white wine. Ah. On Friday night I had whiskey, a bottle of wine and three beers. I’m bad and I know it. And a small cigar.
On Saturday at 6 p.m. the sky was all black and suddenly it started to snow. Small snowflakes fell down onto my hair, my arms and everywhere in the swimming pool. A French girl tried to catch them in her hands.
Sunday morning with Sigurgeir Thór and his friend who made us drinks.
This morning after puzzle solving and letter-writing i went to bed when Anne went to work. That poor girl! What is the word for it, vargtimma? The time between night and morning when you are cold, deep asleep and it is impossible to get up.
She is a baker and probably capable of anything.Today I’m going to take a shower and maybe leave the house.

that's why i need more vodka

2006-11-10T00:43:00.000+01:00

Your Inner European is Russian!

Mysterious and exotic.You've got a great balance of danger and allure.

Who's" Your Inner European?

back on track

2006-11-08T20:19:00.000+01:00

Yesterday was probably the turning point. I went to take a swim, kill some time, in Vesturbaejarlaug and i thought on my way home: “there is nothing like Hofsvallagata at 16:22 on a sunny Tuesday.” Because there's not. the light on the houses is not to be found anywhere else.
Met Anna and went to Babalú, had an orange/cranberry juice and went to Kaffibarinn.
It was a Tuesday like any other tuesday and the playlist was perfect and a whole bunch of Swedes showed up and i stayed there for about six hours. Walking home with Hanna in broken shoes.
Things are strange here; today I was offered both my old jobs without even asking for it: very different from the situation in Sweden. I’ll see what I’ll do, but it is good having some choices.
Talked to George in Indian Mango for about two hours about travelling, the India-Kashmir-Pakistan conflict and marmite. Now, when things are good, my marmite has gotten its flavour back.
The tea has not.
Went to see Júlíus and had a coffee with him and Kári in Prikid, and went home to have more tea and toast.
GOD, i’m social!!

put on your red shoes and dance the blues

2006-11-07T12:22:00.000+01:00

This morning it took me i don’t how long to get out of bed.
Breakfast consisted of tasteless bread, dried-out marmite, dark-yellow butter and something that in the taste wasn’t even close to tea.
How am i supposed to get anything done on days like this?
Cried when i watched Let’s Dance by David Bowie
This is a bad beginning of the day.

tillbaka

2006-11-06T21:53:00.000+01:00

I’m back in Iceland.

Today I went to do important stuff – like buying food and visiting the art museum in hafnarhús. The main exhibition, Uncertain States of America, was really good and they also had a jukebox where it was supposed to be possible to play “Der Mussolini”. We tried without any success. Nice thing though, decorated with glitter and fake cigarettes and shoes on the inside.

Erró is not that fun, we ran through his exhibition. Ended up at the Salvation Army’s Second hand store and bought a pink t-shirt with the print: “Joygirl Killah night shifter” on it. A must-have.

Yesterday night i spent at Halldór’s place downloading And One songs. I suppose life could be worse.

ciao

SNÖ!

2006-11-01T19:48:00.000+01:00

i could tell you about the club on friday, or the party on saturday, or my dad's gig on sunday, or the pyjamas party on monday, but today: we have snow! Snow and some degrees below zero!
Amazing.
I am happy.
Somewhat.
But most of all nervous, neajaaa.. all will be fine, see you guys around.

:-*

malva discovers photoshop

2006-10-26T22:43:00.000+02:00

"she's got... swastika eyes..."

This night a war was going on.

2006-10-25T20:56:00.000+02:00

So: I was in a big house with a lot of people around me. We were under sieage and everyone was waiting and packing things, and i remember going to the toilet and looking out the small window. I could see the enemy, the elves, only a few metres away.
I was really afraid, the battle would begin any time, and I wanted to call Einar and say but i didn’t have a phone.
Me and Pappa went out. We walked past the weeping tree (but this time she was singing!) from King’s Quest V and between the tents of the enemy. We came to what looked like an underground storehouse and started chatting with some elves, and they were of course bad guys trying to get my father inside.
“We have a big, juicy stake in the kitchen!”
He was about to go inside, but being the clever daughter that i am i managed to convince him that he could have as many stakes as he wanted, after the battle. But then:
“And you, you are not at all interested in men?”
And then one of the elves picked up a pile of papers, and was about to show me a picture of my future husband and i saw some short hair and…
They called from work. The dream was over and i was back in reality.

Today i bought a new phone – it was about time.

"Graham, watch out! A poisonous snake!"

weezer - we don't like

2006-10-24T22:42:00.000+02:00

Me and Andreas were watching Spike Jonze videos toay, and my oh my... is there any band as dull as Weezer? What is it... i really don't get it at all. We sat there with our mouths open when they were playing Undone and the only thing happening on stage was that dogs ran around. They were an extremely stereotypical pop band playing extremely stereotypical pop music, and i don't understand why some people actually like them. I really don't. Bah.

I forgot to say that Denis was here this weekend! Good days. Gay club (talking about music - they played Electric by Leila K when we were up on stage!) and dinner with family. Kalle had a brithday party on saturday and i went over with some bread and socialized for a while. Yesterday it started to rain.

reach out and touch faith

2006-10-22T15:28:00.000+02:00

Another day wasted in front of the computer.
Today i've also been drinking tea and peeing a lot.
I listened to Songs of Faith and Devotion by Depeche Mode for old time's sake and remembered what it was like being 12 years old and in love with the singer. It is a strange effect music has - making you remember feelings.
Really, whole worlds were built inside my head. Worlds made of industrial landscapes, candles, dr Martens (that i never had the money to buy) and black and white photography. And in the midst of it all Dave Gahan - my personal Jesus. The man who actually died (i had the article from the paper over my bed) but came back to life.

I wouldn't know what i would think of the record if i heard it for the first time today. Probably i'd find it silly and hey, i wouldn't even be the same person that i am today if i hadn't been listening to it.

But no matter what you like it is always good to have something to help you finding words for things. In times of confusion i, like most or perhaps all people, turn to lyrics. Poetry is another source of good words, but i haven't been affected by it yet. Ok, maybe once or twice.. ehrmm..
Lyrics and poetry tell you what is happening when your head is a mess. Guidlines.

Music simply is.

i want to believe

2006-10-17T15:28:00.000+02:00

I LOVE this kind of freaky stuff! :D

hjärtat är lugnt

2006-10-16T22:42:00.000+02:00

Saturday good day. Got a long-distance call from Einar and met Long-time-no-see-Augusto and Mattias at Sticky Fingers. Flirted with a man in a moustache.
Sunday not as good day. Var med kvef and maybe a i had a hangover as well and i didn't even leave the house. Watched a movie with Leonard that is always good and went to bed around midnight. Had popcorn before sänggående.

Luften är fin
Härlig att andas
Syret är ungt
Hjärtat är lugnt
Kvällen är fin
Allt är förklarat
Inget är tungt
Hjärtat är lugnt

Galenskaparna & After Shave

krokant-gräddglass

2006-10-14T20:39:00.000+02:00

Thursday was great! I was thrown out of the house and had to sleep at Karl’s place, and we were up the whole night making anagrams and eating ice cream. There was also a photo session when he was supposed to look like Spider Man and climbed the walls outside his apartment; i had brought three cameras, took loads of pictures and was given a book about photography. Japanese animated movie before going to sleep. Lemon tea and Earl Grey.
Friday at the library, i found the Edward Gorey book they had and he found Strangers in Paradise. After going through many shelves i also found the Griffin and Sabine Trilogy by Nick Bantock – a must-read!

Today i scored 1129 feet on Kitten Cannon. Will anyone beat me?

Vodka.

myndir!!

2006-10-10T20:37:00.000+02:00

I like Michael Sowa. This picture makes me want to move to North America because i believe that such houses could be found there. Maybe on the west coast?
Took pictures today with digital camera and my dear Chinon. Found the cable release and took pictures inside the house. Teacup, globe and mother on the phone.

Bild Dagsins

2006-10-10T13:14:00.000+02:00

Self-Portrait in Gersau 1886

2006-10-08T22:28:00.000+02:00

Clementine. The taste and the smell of it remind me of Christmas. Also when the juice gets all of my fingers, which it always does (on everyone, doesn’t it?), and make them look like a mermaid’s fingers when it dries.
Clementine, raisins and nuts. Julmust.

On Friday night the annual culture night / kulturnatta / menningarnótt was held in Göteborg and people were everywhere in the city. I was supposed to meet friends at the museum but went to the library by mistake and bought a book about early Scandinavian photography. Very inspiring. The picture that made me buy it was a self-portrait by August Strindberg; I’ve looked for it but can’t find it on the net but hey, he’s posing wearing a black hat, a black glove on his right hand and holding a cigarette with his left. Absinth. There is no absinth in the picture but yet there is almost a bright-green glow even though it is in black-and-white and…
I want absinth.
Met Leonard, Karl and some other people on my way out. Karl was wearing suspenders and looked great, but I was too shy to tell him, and on our way down the street we met Petter and after hamburger and candy the night ended with Blues Brothers in a church previously unknown to me.

Ha ha! I found the other picture.
I had a night with video-watching with Ida and Péter yesterday, and today on my way home I went to the library to get some more photographic books. I found one by Jäger Arén with pictures he had taken in Anholt in Denmark and one of the pictures, I assure you, looked exactly like it would have been taken outside our house! Not that I recognize the buildings or the tree, but the whole… atmosphere. It is here.

"why do you have to make such DRAMA out of everything?"

2006-10-04T14:30:00.000+02:00

All is well again.
Two days ago it all reached it's peak; i didn't get the room i wanted, i got dumped (or something, who knows? I am too old to try solving riddles) and my phone died.
Halldór told me he was going away for a year offered me another room that i couldn't take.

Today i finally got a room. It seems. Halldór will stay. Tomorrow all might change.
I'm happy to see that Preston has read my blog, and i want to tell you that i will let you know when i get back to Iceland. Promise! Anyway, Anne is there waiting for you.

...and yesterday i went to Veronica's place to whine and watch The Mummy Returns, an amusing movie packed with adventure movie ingredients..

Izzy: O'Connell, who the hell you been messing with this time, huh?
Rick: Oh, you know, the usual. Mummies, pygmies, big bugs.

parents

2006-10-01T17:00:00.000+02:00

Covenant - Der Leiermann

2006-09-30T21:57:00.000+02:00

Vid Veronica og David fórum á Romo Night í gaerkvöld. It was nice, really, and it hadn't changed a bit since last year. Same songs, same people.
I realised today how badly i cope with change. Halldór had sent me an e-mail telling me that he and Óli were moving out from Fjólugata, the place i love and wanted to stay in forever, in three months. Sad news indeed. I ended up sitting on my mother's bed with tears in my eyes, slightly embarrased because i couldn't explain my reaction.
I am not that well; not as happy as i used to be.

But hey, i danced with Jocke and bumped into my sister last night (she seemed to be really happy to see me!), and Kalle lent me the first book in the Gormenghast-trilogy that i've wanted to read since i saw one episode from the BBC-series. We also watched Lost Highway - a good film indeed and looked at pictures of mushrooms.

Tonight i'm going to read.

sentimentality

2006-09-23T19:34:00.000+02:00

When i heard Domino Dancing by pet Shop Boys something stirred inside of me. I suddenly remembered Reykjavík, why i loved it.

Silly, silly stadur.

I feel old now.

the artist is the creator of beautiful things

2006-09-21T22:42:00.000+02:00

uI went to the big book fair today, and i bought:
A Rumpus in the Garden (kackel i grönsakslandet) by Sven Nordqvist - to Einar. He was here some ten days and left yesterday. I cried the whole day until my mum’s friends came in the evening and gave me red wine. They talked about St Petersburg and the north of Sweden, and I went to bed in a good mood and was no longer afraid to sleep alone.
Container by Max Andersson (one of my favourite comic writers, together with Joakim Pirinen and Daniel Ahlgren. Ok, Mystiska 2:an by Rolf Gohs is a favourite comic because of old Stockholm city and the way it is drawn. Wow! I had forgotten about them! Better look for my albums later on. And Strangers in Paradise by Terry Moore because they both look smashing and because of the lööööv story.)
The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
A collection with three books by Carl Johan De Geer
Dokument Rörande Spelaren Rubashov by Carl-johan (nú!) Vallgren

and a pocket mirror

I got wine and free stuff, met people and mingled. My aunt introduced me to some Icelanders and my mum found a book with my dad in it. This is the best event of the year. Viva Bokmässan!

1 h 15 min of loneliness

2006-09-20T13:42:00.000+02:00

I am starting to get the hang of spider solitaire. The most important thing is to pile the cards, same colour if possible (if it is not obviously better to take “wrong” colour, because of the card(s) under it). When you pile cards with different colours, always start with the highest number. Black 8 goes on red 9 before red 7 goes on black 8. Black 7 could be under black 8! Try to finish the rows, one at a time, and you are able to use the empty slots as “parking spaces”. Remember to pile until there are no more possibilities, then press, what is it in English? “Give”? and play until your mind is focused and your right wrist is aching.

I feel like a complete mess.
I don’t know why i need you.

i'll miss you

roads with no ends

2006-09-08T21:28:00.000+02:00

Alright..
I went downtown today to sell some books > earn some money but somehow failed and ended up at Mamma's working place at five with jewelery, two more books, two tops and some magazines (i got one pair of white panties with one of them).
"Mommy, look what i've got!"

I am very ineffective.

There's a kille on the road.

fashion rules

2006-09-06T17:15:00.000+02:00

i don't understand anything, but these pictures is the only thing that inspires me to dress up before i leave the house.

Mann!

28 hits und ein millionen dollares für die Kranken

2006-09-04T21:42:00.000+02:00

Bank Für Alle is probably one of the best tv shows aver made in Sweden. It is made by Peter Wahlbeck: an artist, comedian, prophet and a true genious. I worship him since the day my brother gave me one of his records, Music Für Alle. He has been working on all kinds of "Für Alle" projects, and i recommand you to look him up.
Here are his characters that are wanted by the FBI...

...and here is the music video for "Shake that Salami", for all of us who like men and everybody else.

”All things pass into the night"

2006-09-04T18:35:00.000+02:00

Oh. They played that song in the club i went to in Berlin. The song that Jay was dancing to on the Clerks II trailer, imitating the murderer from “Silence of The Lambs”. We watched Clerks in Reykjavík when our husbands were down with the flue, and I got obsessed (ah, me and obsessions) with the movie >see April
…and anyway, I watched the clip, over and over again, and suddenly I heard it when I was standing by the bar on Friday night with my Italian friend who had been playing in a Sisters of Mercy cover band and was going to give his ex-girlfriend a washing mashine, and who was born in -66 and liked my nose, and who said that we we would never meet again when we were lying on the huge stairs by Frankfurter Tor in the German morning light.
I dragged him out on the dance floor and we danced. I think he kept his sunglasses on.
Afterwards they played "Don't you forget about mee".

Today I, after reading about Clerks II that is on cinema wohoo, found out that the song is called "Goodbye, Horses".

Emma: Come outside with me, I want to show you something! [Emma and Dante run outside and pass Jay, dancing to "Goodbye Horses," completely naked]
Dante Hicks: What, that?
Emma: NO, not that!

Now I remember, someone who reminded me very much of Jay (the drug dealer who was hanging outside with Silent Bob) actually tried to kiss me that night.
Hm.

satisfaction

2006-09-04T16:44:00.000+02:00

White Whole Hazelnuts Chocolate from Ritter Sport

(i love mondays)

Kunsthaus Tacheles

2006-09-03T22:32:00.000+02:00

First we take Berlin

2006-09-02T19:40:00.000+02:00

Today i don't know what to write.
I missed the bus. I haven't been that angry (and sweaty) for a very long time.

But hey! I on my way home i found a flyer for a club that looks nice, maybe i'll go there the next time i'm in Berlin, and i also began reading American Psycho. So far i like it.
Well i have to, come on! It is like Demian. The character, i mean, in the book. Both he and his mother are absolutely adorable. Adorable? Better look for a more proper synonyme some other day.

Today i am tired. Industrial party on three floors; i bought a fish on the market on my way home and went to bed at 10 am.

Tomorrow i might go home.

I am well.

Ich liebe Berlin!

2006-08-30T19:46:00.000+02:00

So, i went to the club yesterday, and they were all there:

# the men with undercut and long ponytails
# the fat, very serious goth girl who never made one silly dance move
# the headbanging punk
# the young man who looked like Peter Murphy in Bauhaus
# the two israelian men who were dancing like maniacs
# the supercool man who was like 40 with sunglasses and jeans
#the man who was sitting at a table staring (he's thinking about mass murdering, the Israelian man said)
# the drunk Swedish girl

all we ever wanted was everything

2006-08-28T22:17:00.000+02:00

I suddenly ended up alone in Berlin.

Waking up on sunday morning without David next to me in an empty appartment was quite a shock. I was utterly alone with no plans whatsoever.
Cried a little and thought, pardon my language; "what the fuck am i doing here?!"
Relaxed and took a look at the flea market, and went many streets away to find a cash mashine.

Today i was happier and bought:

Front 242 - Front By Front
Bauhaus - The Sky's Gone Out
Bauhaus - Burning From The Inside
Fad Gadget - Best of
K.U.K.L - The Eye

...and where did that libido go?

2006-08-20T23:05:00.000+02:00

I can’t wait much longer for Berlin!
I’m ageing over here. Nothing is happening. Today i didn’t even leave the house.
I feel old.

Started to read 101 Reykjavík today and i was horrified. Is that how people look upon one another? Is this the closest you get to love and emotions?
Is it really that fun to live a life when nothing is real?

I want a real life. While waiting for it i could as well go off to sleep.
Godnatt.

last helmets

2006-08-18T19:33:00.000+02:00

Tonight i'll go to what might be Hjálmars last concert - before they split up. It is a strange thing that it will happen in Göteborg and that i will be there, far from Bónus, Laugavegur and video nights with friends.
But we all know that nothing is ever going to last forever. Which is very good, in a way.
Next week i'm leaving for Berlin, and this might as well be the next chapter in my life. I wonder what awaits me there... sure it must be something? I discussed clubs and job careers with Susanne today and... mmm... it feels good.
My mum made food for the two German gestir that will come soon. She's really the best. Whit wine and David will be added to make the evening complete.

Song of the day: Sleep by Bang Gang

Ruben Warhol

2006-08-12T18:54:00.000+02:00

Yesterday i had Ruben coming over.
It was fun, we were being creative and were cutting and glueing most of the evening. He has this artistic gift that makes everything look fantastic, especially comparing to my lame things that look like they are bought at ikea. He left a paper box and a postcard here if you'd like to see it.
Ended up at a rave party in the forest close to my house. Red lamps and beer.

Jaeja, Theresa will come later tonight with some friends. Better put things and myself in order.

lazy days

2006-08-11T17:54:00.000+02:00