Liberation!

I want to be liberated form this windowless corner and drive down to the Beach and find some clean sand to lie down on and wait until the tide reaches to my ears! How I miss the sound of the sea! The endless blue! Toes crumpling into the sand! How I miss floating in the water as the sun begins to set.

An Odd Ode to Clogspot.

It's very weird to stumble upon your own blog. The mouse moves of its own accord (could one use a mouse for a Ouija board session, I wonder curiously with a shudder) and clicks on the link. Last years entry stares back at me with vacant eyes, like a puppy who has been left in an enclosed boarding kennel with too little interaction. Unclogged, dispirited with the slightest frown, not frowning too much lest I sigh and not write another post again.

Oh you poor blog. I will write here again. The other blog didn't mean a thing to me besides work, and I am writing on there just to increase traffic. There was no passion, it was technical and factual and literal. It saw neither my rhymes nor my incomplete sketches or impassioned rants. I have been working hard to save up so I can live with you comfortably some day, and spend alot of time with you without worrying about whether I can afford enough red bull or beer or chocolate cake to inspire me to write everyday. I have also been working hard on wondering where we could settle together, there are so many options and I want to do whats good for you.

So here, this odd ode to you with neither rhyme nor verse but dedicated entirely to you, my inspiration and light at the end of this disco tunnel that brims with distractions!

Back from a week in Germany, trendspotting, club hopping, throwing up and getting a bad sore throat. Their Apfelwein didn't get me, some unexpected chugging down of too much champagne too fast did.

Anyway, have you ever noticed how when you are away on a holiday you realize that there is so much you need to do? Or should be doing? Or have been ignoring? You get the gist?

I made a list of things I oughtta do when I come back on the back of a Käthe Wohlfahrt's bill. And as always the same things happen once I come back. I remember something I want to do on the list, try to log into something to do what I want to do- because there is a process to get to what I want to do- i.e- I wanted to get to doing stuff to promote a website. So ONE of the ways was to register it under stumble. For that I had to try out a few passwords though I eventually had stumble upon send it back to my email address. But of course in the process I remember I have a document somewhere on my pc dubbed psswords, with all my passwords on it. Subtle, eh? No, I realize it's not psswords and now I start organizing folders because it's such a mess and I can't find the folder. I'm not sure whether this is a straightforward case of ADD or just lack of prioritizing? The to do lists get bigger and eventually there are sub categories amongst the things to do. I think I might have to crumple out that list I wrote in the plane, and start again.

Rains in Kuwait 2009

So for those of you who haven't been to Kuwait yet, thought I'd give you a glimpse of when it rains. Video recording while driving definitely falls under the ambiguous law here of not doing anything else while driving, so the shaky video above and below is attributed to the fact that I was nervous a cop would speed up along me. As you can see, which I failed to notice earlier, the wiper on the right is already acting funny.

The one time I need to use the wiper in Kuwait, this is what happens to it.

Listless

To be described as someone you would think of when you saw the moon, and the sky and the stars.....
To have had inspired pain and beautiful poetry from the depth of someone's mind; or heart.
To feel closure over so many things, and one person.
To remember those memories better, before I forget them...
To wash those beautiful emotional songs of what the lyrics are now ridden with, heavy with association.
To hope with a clean slate, along with another Hopeful with a clean slate.

Låt den rätte komma in

So since I'm apparently getting old and had no party scheduled for this weekend, I decided to go check out cinemagic again, their second showing since they begun playing their terrace top movie nights. Last week it was a dreary two hour twenty minutes Russian movie called The Banishment. Beautiful scenes and all that, but the lack of monologue and the plot moving slower than a newborn snail, left many of us pulling our hair out through the movie, one follicle at a time.

Yesterday, they played this swedish movie, inexplicably the Swedish version too even though there was an english audio version just pleading to be clicked. The movie was about the young boy who falls in love with a vampire girl. A few cool scenes in it, but definitely nothing for those of you who like glorified Hollywood vamps. Winter slipped in while we watched the movie it seems, with sudden gusts that were quiet enough but unsuccessful as it dropped down empty paper coffee cups that swirled around noisily. Shivers while we watch our protagonists in the snow. An apt ambience for a vampire movie, and it was a good thing I wasn't at home watching television as I would have changed the channel and missed a movie of a changed and relaxed pace instead of a packed Hollywood roller coaster.