Self Absorbed

Sometimes I get so angry I just want to punch my fist through a wall.
Through some glass and watch it shatter, the blood down my arms and all over the wall.
The words, the pictures, the meanings slip through my fingers.
I try to hold on to my life and what I'm feeling but time keeps slipping to the future.
I lose control wondering why I never accomplish what I set out to do.
I never wanted to be a martyr, bleeding from my handmade cross.
Showing off scars to prove I feel pain, sometimes I just want to fuck it all.
The nights, the pictures, the lights. They come and go.
At the end of the night I always find myself alone with my thought, fears, desires.
Nothing's changed.
For a brief point in time I was happy, but it was all just rearranged.

- myspace.com/inept95

Working

First week at Odenplan construction site done. It's been fun but kind of hard. Not used to get up at 5.30AM and crack concrete with a jackhammer. But it feels real good to do something again.
Good job, good people.

busride

Busrides on a crowded bus is teh sux. Only good thing is the free wifi they have. Bns next for a weekend of alone-ness in the woods guarding two retarded dogs. Woopwoop!

When boredom strikes

On those rainy days when you get tired of fucking about on facebook, you should check this site. Amazing tattoos on amazing people. 22 pages (so far) of straight up lol.

Sthlm in my heart

Been afk for a wee(k) while due to alcholic intoxication together with Robbie, Alex, Maria, Doka amongst others and it was ace.
Two days at Maria's sommerplace with crayfish, fishing, rancid fish, schnaps and pure fun. Cheers for Junior for giving me a busride, the nice old couple and the guys on the way to Blekinge for the hitchike. And thanks to Maria and her friends for a really nice time in Harifjärden(?).
After Maria, me and Alex went up to Söderhamn for BBQ-Battle and Doka gig. Awesome skate, good times with mates and massive drunkness at gig and such. Then on sunday we continued to my parents for food and to gather my stuff and jumped on a bus to Stockholm seeing as Chrille phoned me while being at Marias and told me to be on the construction site on tuesday (today) morning.
So now I am in bed at my brothers after the first day back at tearing shit down. It was good, and I going to get my self some money again. Sore and tired tho. Going up at 5.30am after a couple of months sleeping til noon at my parents takes its toll. Still definitely worth it.

Need a cable for my camera and then I can start posting intresting stuff. Well, as the camera is shit, its going to be intresting to see what is on it.

SHAMN BBQ Battle

This weekend is the shit my friends. The annual skateboard competition Söderhamn BBQ Battle is on its 8 year and with skaters such as Jean-Marc Soulet and Mika Edin it is gonna be off the hook. You should all come, it's gonna be hardcore skateboarding, live acts (my dear friends Doka amongst others) and of course shitloads of beef BBQ style.

Read more at tacky.se and shamnskate.se

Save the skate

Photo: Conny Björklund / tacky.se

After about 10 years, we finally got a new indoor skateboard park in my hometown Bollnäs. The old one was a hazard to skate in. No air-condition, very small, low roof, broken banks and curbs and all that jazz.
Leif, the "caretaker" of the park has worked his ass of for years to get new equipment and a new, larger location. In 2008 he finally succeded. The new Gumpels Skatepark is one of the largest in Sweden and is absolutely amazing, with loads of kids in there everyday.
Loads of money from sponsors and city has been put in it and now, while some parts are still being built, the city council has apparently decided to tear it down to make space for a new icehockey venue (in fact it's really a bandy venue, but since non-scandinavian doesn't know what bandy is, I'm gonna call it ice hockey).
The thing is that we already have a nice place for ice hockey about 3 minutes with car from where the skatepark is located. And that is apparently too far so now they wanna tear the skatepark down to make way for a new ice arena. And that sucks.
So I urge you all to sign this petition to save skateboarding in Bollnäs. Just put in your name in the "Namn" box and your city in the "Stad / Ort" box.

Thank you.

White Line Fever

I'm currently reading White Line Fever by the awesome Lemmy Kilmister. I'm halfway through it now and I got to say that it is highly entertaining.
Sure, loads and loads of names I never heard of and bands I never listened too but I guess that if you have been in the game as long as this man, you have met and played with quite a few of people and bands.
The book contains loads of music (read rock & roll) trivia, humorous and serious, sometimes sad, anecdotes from a life filled with sex, drugs and mayhem. The writing/telling sometimes feel quite unfocused and drifting, sometimes juvenile but all together highly entertaining.

Even if your not into Motörhead or even R&R, the book is pretty much a must-read.

A wee part from the book, loosely translated from swedish;

"Fact is, I don't recommend anyone my lifestyle - most people would die from it. No joke. [...] In 1980 I decided to change my blood - the same treatment that Keith Richard are roumored to gone through. It's a smart thing to do - you immediatley get new, fresh blood and the body doesnt have to go through the pain of detox. So my managare and I went to the doctor, that took some blood test and came back with bad news.
'This is how it is', he said. 'You are going to die if we give you fresh blood.'
'Wha?'
'You no longer have human blood. And you can't give blood either, just forget it. Your blood is so toxic that normal people would die from it.'
So to clarify: what is normal for me is deadly to other people and whats normal for others is deadly to me. Which is fine by me, I guess I'm writing medical history. I'm gonna give my body to science fiction."

This section, funny as it is, reminded me about a story of a mate of mine, the same one that thought he was at home when he took a piss in the bed. He went to do a good deed and give blood but he ended up getting admitted to recive blood instead.. Amazing.

Anyways, go and get yourself a copy of this epic insight in the life of a legend.

[EDIT 17 - AUG - 2009 22.10]
Ok, I finished the book today and in hindsight I must say that I might have made it sound a bit better than it actually is. Don't get me wrong, it was entertaining and all, but the unfocused-ness of it made it feel like it was written in a haste, and just after a transcript of a interview. I'm sad to say that I enjoyed the first half of it more than the second. I was hopeing for more alcohol/sex related anecdotes actually. Janiss Garza (co-writer) is not Neil Strauss. Still, it is worth reading if you are into the music. If you like Britney Spears and the rest of MTV nowdays, don't bother.

Hanna Viktorsson

Just wanted to direct your attention towards a dear friend of mine, the beautiful Hanna Viktorsson, that currently resides in London. She is an amazing illustrator/graphic designer and has just launched yet another blog called A Drawing A Day. Check it out and don't forget to bookmark it.

Homework

Even tho I do enjoy everyday work around the house, it gets pretty boring after a few weeks. Infact, it gets so boring that the only joy I can find is to film my boring day with the MacBook iSight, edit it and hope that someone is stupid enough to watch it. You really shouldn't. It's dull as fuck.

Romka Magazine

Just wanted to tell you to check this out.

Romka is a magazine for amateurs, students aswell as professionals. The idea is for people to submit their favourite photos, not necessarily from their portfolios but also private pictures, snapshots etc. Just your favourite pictures.

So far Romka has 3 issues out that you can download as pdf-files from their website, Romka Magazine.
I really enjoy this magazine with the variety of photos, photographers and styles. I reckon that everyone that's into photography will enjoy this. And send in your own pictures.

"This is not about self-portrayal, not about technical perfection or fancy topics. This is not about style."

old cell

pictures off the phone, from the isle.

cash money honey

At my door the leaves are falling
The cold wild wind will come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone

I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
'Cause I still miss someone

Oh, no I never got over those green eyes
I see them every where
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there

I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone

Quadbike for massconfusion

Told you a while ago about the canoe-trip and finally some pictures has arrived. Stolen from The Toads Facebook.

Records and new blog.

My parents has a really nice little corner were they have a really old stereo furniture thing. Like a small dresser with inbuilt soundsystem including AM/FM radio, turntable and speakers. It is absolutely amazing. And ofcourse they have shitloads of old Lp's to be played on it.
When I was sitting there, listening to Revolution with The Beatles I found loads of awesome records sleeves. So I figured that I would post some but there were to many, so I decided to put them in a separate blog. Check it out at recordsleeves.blogspot.com.

Handjob

Stuck in the country side, no decent internet, no alcohol, no tv, no company. What do a man in his prime do?
The only thing I could come up with (with help from Ginger) gave me some awful blisters on my hand. And no, I am not talking about masturbation. Sadly.

I went out rowing around the lake for an hour or two and seeing as I got girly computer hands, they got pretty sore. Next time I'll wear gloves. As you always should when it comes to hardcore handjobs.