I dag havde jeg sidste arbejdsdag.
I morgen har jeg første arbejdsdag.

Hvor er det i grunden heldigt at det ikke er omvendt.

Det bliver et vemodigt farvel til cBrain og et spændt goddag til Capgemini.

Som hidtil bliver der ikke meget jobsnak her på stedet, men det bliver nok heller ikke usynligt at jeg stadig beskæftiger mig med teknologi.

Til gengæld er alt indhold på dalager.com som hidtil ene og alene udtryk for mine egne personlige og i almindelighed vildfarne holdninger. Så skulle det være på plads.

I de sidste par måneder har biksen, hvor jeg skriver min daglige kode, arbejdet sig frem mod en børsnotering.

Onsdag morgen klokken et par minutter over 9 rullede de første handler ned over skærmen på Københavns Fondsbørs (advarsel, sitet afstøder muggent firefox, ie only), hvor jeg og mine kolleger indtog en finansbrunch.

Der er en video-reportage på comon tv. Jeg er den grønhvidstribede og tydeligt underdressed type, der juller rundt i baggrunden.

Presseomtalen af forløbet er for online-mediernes vedkommende registreret på mit cBrain del.icio.us-tag

Jeg har i 4-5 år lidt af højre-venstre blindhed.

Problemet er af formen "byt rundt på to beslægtede fænomener."

Der er i mellemtiden flere til - her er nogle få eksempler:

• Agurk vs. Gulerod
• Blomkål vs. Broccoli
• Giraf vs. Zebra

Min hjerne har besluttet sig for at springe direkte fra det man gerne vil sige (gulerod) til den nærmeste association (agurk).

En djævelsk kortslutning af analogier.

Jeg venter nu kun på at jeg bliver mentalt farveblind.

Ad adsleventyr: Vi er i luften!

(underlig krydsning af bagudreference og jubelindlæg, formuleret som foreningsreferat med mystisk note nederst)

Jeg vil bruge min ferie på at vralte rundt med malergrej og værktøjskasse på Nørrebro.

Om ikke så forfærdeligt længe skal vi høste frugten af et halvt års lejlighedsombygning.

Skaden er dog uoprettelig. I går var jeg seriøst fristet af 6 måneders abonnement på Gør det selv for 149,-

Ak.

Jeg står i en situation, hvor jeg gerne vil transformere en stol:
Før

Efter (forhåbentligt)

Det er en Børge Mogensen, og spørgsmålene lyder:

• Kan det betale sig at få den repareret (hynder + ny flettet bund)
• Hvor er det bedst/billigst?
• Skal den bare hældes ud?

Den har et stort potentiale, men hvordan det skal realiseres er lidt uklart...

Jeg har en forrygende weekend foran mig.

I min snart beboede lejlighed står der 44 kasser med køkkenfragmenter fra IKEA.

Undskyld hartvig ;-)

Mine forældre er i Sydfrankrig i disse dage, og mobiltelefonen har fået lov til at komme med.
Postkort er suppleret af små misundelsesvækkere der fra tid til anden plimper ind på telefonen.

Det toppede i dag med den her:

Hej var pa Alp D Huez i gar wow Fejrer Peders fodselsdag i dag Skal ud og spise ged Knus

For min skyld behøver jeg aldrig mere få et postkort igen.

PS: mor og far, jeg er altså ikke sarkastisk her. Ikke sådan rigtigt. Men på en kærlig måde. Ged?!?

Nu vil jeg lade web være web og visse være vasse og hip hap.
Grundet aktiviteter i Val Thorens bliver der (endnu mere) stille her indtil næste uge.

Jeg vil prøve at skyde misundelsesbilleder til Albino Gorilla og hertil med min telefon, men ellers må I nøjes med at misunde mig uledsaget af multimedier.

À lundi!

Tag nu for vores allesammens og en sikkerheds skyld at gå ned og smid en stemme.

På alt andet end partier, der vil gå i regering, intimt samarbejde eller slet og ret seng med Dansk Folkeparti.

Over and out.

43 Things

En ret fin service, der kun er lister med folks personlige mål.

Mange har som mål at de gerne vil "do X more" / "do more X" / "Be a better X'er".

Hvis man gerne vil få nogle personlige successer, så er det nok bedre at være lidt mere konkret og vælge noget bare lidt mere målbart, som man kan checke af. Man kan nemlig altid blive bedre til alting.

Måske skulle jeg skrive en selvhjælpsbog.

Nåja, Min 43'er, selvom den ikke er så lang endnu.

Mette Szabo vil gerne have denneher videre, og det hjælper jeg så med til.

Jeg er ikke kildekritisk. Det må du selv være.

Det er fuldbyrdet.
Der kom blæk på papiret.
En kontrakt er underskrevet.
Og jeg er officielt ude af arbejdsløshed pr. 1. juni.
Når lige at få 3/4 måneds dagpenge.

Titel: Softwareudvikler
Sted: cBrain Technology
Humør: Højt, meget højt.

Af professionelle årsager vil denne weblog være drænet for shoptalk.
Jeg vil selvfølgelig stadig drysse tech-snak, og på et mere abstrakt plan vil der naturligvis være overlap mellem emnerne, men hvad der end sker på denne adresse, har det intet at gøre med min arbejdsplads.

Der er, slår det mig, meget få, der ligefrem siger hvor de arbejder. Jeg har lige gjort en undtagelse fra denne regel, men fremover bliver der tavshed.

10

Jamen tak.
Så er jeg altså voksen?
Nå, jamen det må jeg så prøve at finde ud af, hvordan man gør.
Hej hej.

:-)

Update: Tak for alle tillykkerne :-)
Jeg havde længere diskussioner med min niece på 4 år i går. Hun mindede mig gentagne gange om at jeg altså var blevet voksen nu og skulle opføre mig derefter.
Så foreslog jeg, at vi kunne bytte.
Bare for en enkelt dag.
"Naaarrrj Christian, jeg er altså kun fire år!!"

Det ser ud til, at jeg hænger på den.

På den anden side burde man nok vælge sine rådgivere med større omhu.
For få døgn siden stod hun foran spejlet og sagde "Når jeg bliver 12 år er jeg en dreng og hedder Finn!"...

Ross Mayfield's Weblog: Budding Entrepreneurship

Det her er rigtig god kickstarter for folk, der gerne vil kaste sig ud i selvstændighed. Som Entrepreneur.

Jeg ved ikke, hvorfor vi ikke bare kalder det 'entreprenør', men det ord var enten ikke fint nok eller også synes man at det var optaget af andre, hvilket skulle gøre det umuligt at skelne. Tror det er lidt af hvert. Nå, men det var en deroute.

Mit ophav er offentligt ansat i det danske skolevæsen, og derfor har jeg haft en utrolig lille, grænsende til fraværende, kontaktflade med det danske erhvervsliv set fra den anden side af disken. Til gengæld har jeg akkumuleret en mængde fordomme om det "at have sit eget". Nogle er blevet serveret og andre har jeg selv konstrueret.

Folk der har deres egen virksomhed

• arbejder 60 timer om ugen
• er kapitalister, der ikke kender til social ansvarlighed og pr. definition stemmer på liberale eller konservative men stensikkert fremmedfjendske partier til hvert evigt eneste folketingsvalg.
• handler ud fra "hvad er godt for min biks" og ikke, hvad der er godt for dem selv, familien, samfundet, miljøet, verden, universet. Vi kan kalde det bikscentrisme

Det tror jeg ikke mere. Kun. Jeg har en del venner, der efterhånden har fået skrabet en mængde erfaring sammen på den konto. Og de er ikke onde.

Mayfields lille liste er mægtig fin, og den kan med fordel læses af folk som mig, der ikke nødvendigvis drømmer om at opbygge deres eget forretningsimperium.

Læs hans entry personligt. Man behøver ikke at blive selvstændig for at være selvstændig -- mange af hans råd er mere generelle og passer utroligt godt til f.eks. en jobsøger som mig.

Sagde specialet, og jeg kiggede tilbage på det med et tomt forklaret blik.

Vi fik indbundet 6 eksemplarer af vores speciale i går morges.

Så skal der bare brændes nogle CD'ere med software. Men det er en detalje.
Så skal det hele afleveres mandag morgen. En anden detalje.
Så skal det forsvares 2. april. Og det er en helt andentredje detalje.

Essensen: Mmmmmmmm :-)

Titlen: "Aspect Oriented Programming in JBoss 4".
For de langhårede er der indtil videre et abstract her. Når bæstet er afleveret, følger resten i pdf, ps, txt, mp3 og alle mulige andre tænkelige formater til mangfoldiggørelse for den sultende verden.

Nej, spøg til side.
Det er ikke det, de unge vil ha'...

Til de 14 kommentarer herunder:
Jeg er klar over, at dette her bryder konventionen for kommentartråde, men jeg kunne ikke nænne at bryde den perlekæde af velvilje herunder. Tak for tillykkerne :-).
Akav: det er præcist, det vi siger ovre i Jylland!
Plok: jeg er en af den slags mennesker, der altid kan finde noget at brokke sig over...
Yin: vacuum. Joeh, men min erfaring siger mig, at den slags lynhurtigt bliver fyldt ud. Lidt ligesom lavtrykket i vejrudsigten.
Jeppe: Man kan vist sige begge dele, det betyder det samme. Og jeg tror ligefrem at begge er blevet brugt i bibeloversættelser. Fuldbragt ser dog rigtigtnok ud til at være den mest gængse. Men jeg rokker mig ikke ;-)
Pollas & Emili: jeg ved ikke helt, hvad I har gang i. Men tak for bobcat, Anders ;-)

Joel on Software - Getting Your Resumé Read

Very soon I'll be looking for a job. And here's a few good hints on resumes.

But how many Danish companies would prefer no-paper job applications?

I have a feeling that paper still rules. For some reason.

New Year!

Checking out of the old and into the new.
Drinking a big glass of milk.
Waiting for my hair to dry.
Smoking a cigarette.
Listening to Diana Krall, "A Case of You" from "Live in Paris":

You're in my blood like holy wine
Taste so bitter and you taste so sweet
I could drink a case of you, Darling
And still be on my feet
And still be on my feet

Choosing between my two decent pairs of shoes. Campers win.
Behind me, a year of breaking up and moving on.
Before me, finishing university, getting a job and spring.
Piles of procrastinated stuff on my desk that should have been taken care of. And a box of mints, a Flaming Lips album and the remote control for my cd player.
In a few minutes I'll be out the door.
I will return next year. Hopefully still on my feet ;-)

Take care!

Walking in the forests of my childhood I found a fox skull. After a day of bleaching, this is what she looks like, my foxy lady.

This is not morbid. This is nature. Now I'm just wondering what to do with her.

This is different from Copenhagen. The silence is almost loud. The cows just stood there in the sunset, waiting for me.

Saddam H. caught.

I can't find any coverage of the event at all.
Links anyone?

;-)

[via all over the goddam place]

PS: Goddam: Used to express extreme displeasure, anger, or surprise.

No, not 'No Discount Available', but the Real Thing.

So here I am. Not able to say anything about what I did today. I signed a piece of paper afterwards. That's ok to say, I guess.

Oh and I handed the Non Disclosure Agreement to mr. verture.net. But you won't get anything out of him either, because he's been NDA'ed himself, so that's another dead end.

It's about looking at technology. No. Not another word. They will get me somehow.

We are all wrapped in secrets and lies, no one being able to tell the difference.

I really must go. It's not safe here. Don't try to find me. I'll find you.

The Museum of Anti-Alcohol Posters

Yuri Matrosovich has put them online. Very cool.

Alcoholism is not to be laughed at though.

[via Angermann]

Robert Crumb Art Gallery

Found this gallery. Lots of different things mixed together. We have sad we have sexy we have funny haha we have funny peculiar we have unfinished we have photographs and we have cow girls.

Go fetch.

Yesterday Tim Christensen played in Vega, supported by Grand Avenue.

Tim Christensen was a lot more rocky and noisy than i could have hoped for. Pulling of some good riffs and beautiful ballads he made me buy it -- helped along by a very inspired audience. musik.dk review (in Danish)

Grand Avenue was IMHO a little too Cold Play and in a way it sounded like the same song written over and over again. But people liked them, and that was good and made them better.

I'm glad I went. Thanks go to my friend Christian who bought me the ticket for my birthday.

Bonus info: Tim Christensen splash page has a 'hidden' pixel -- red on black... For a second I thought it was a dead pixel on my lcd screen but was relieved when i discovered the old-school secret but yet disclosed link to stats.

She's the reason why I sold a piece of my liver. I liked her immediately.

"I can't believe we'll feed them this sludge," she says. "Why don't we take them out back and shoot them? Serving this crud is another form of assisted suicide."

Just read the short story Temporary Assignment from my deathsickbed. I didn't know that kuro5hin was serving fiction until now.

I like it.

The first time I saw the term Urban Tribe was in a Meg Hourihan post about the book Urban Tribes: A Generation Redefines Friendship, Family and Commitment (book // website // weblog) by Ethan Watters.

It is an attempt to describe the social systems that we form between college and marriage in terms of traditional tribes:

Rather than settle down into traditional families, he and his friends have formed an Urban Tribe -- an intricate community of young people who live and work together in various combinations, form regular rituals, and provide the support of an extended family
(here)

According to reviews by Hourihan and Peter Merholz the book is a description of a may-be sociological trend but it lacks theoritical depth.

It's definitely an interesting subject and I've had it spinning around in my head for sometime. Only getting back to it when I found Ethan Watters' Top Five Things to Tell Your Parents When You Are Still Single at Age 30 (or 35, or 40) via [37signals] (not that I have that problem. Yet... )

I don't know what exactly to think of it - some sociological theory i.e. Luhmann seems like a more rich way of explaining what's going on here. The tribeforming rules matching the Luhmann concept of seeing recurring self referential activities as a way to differentiate the group from its surroundings.
But maybe I should just 1)read the book 2)form a tribe 3)get married.

Extras:
In your Tribe, feature on Salon.com.
[missing link: a good introduction to Niklas Luhmann's social systems in english - anyone? This one is a little too harsh...]

Update 16-11-03: A whole lotta nothing interviews Ethan Watters. About how communities around weblogs can resemble tribes. And the ideal size of a social group (150). Not to mention the Marriage Delay.
Ooops, just found another and imho better Wattes interview on Big Pink Cookie: [Urban Tribes can be] conceived of as network nodes that connect us to the city at large.

no more linking for now.

What: Kitty Wu
When: Tonight at 22.00
Where: Loppen, Christiania
Why: because Kitty Wu rocks! And if that's not enough, I'll be there too.

Listen: mp3 on their website (--> eyes and ears)

Post-concert update: Bang for the buck! Although they had some trouble keeping the close contact with the audience. Introvert. But that's really one of the things I like about Kitty Wu -- the we-don't-give-a-shit energy is awesome! Unfortunately I had these glitches where the feeling of total immersion gave place to disconnection. Could be me, but others (apart from me and my co-concerter) felt the same. They did better in the spring on vega. But it was worth it.

Inspired by Worst Album Covers Ever, I pointed my camera at the wall in our office.

[via W:A:N:N:A:B:E]

Update: halfdan.net joined the danish wall of cover shame. With a pair dubious beauties...

When I was a kid I stole a tiny box of mints at the local store.
Didn't tell anyone. But had that burning cheeks feeling for years. No, it is not OK to steal I learned.

Yesterday Lars Pind wrote this excellent and touching description of him stealing software as a kid. In the intellectual sense -- stealing the source code from grown up programmers. And what he learned from that.

Software Theft

Mints. Code. They're all the same. We learn from them. Thank you mints.

For a couple of weeks I've been thinking about what I read at the website of author Neal Stephenson. He's qouting Donald Knuth:

Email is a wonderful thing for people whose role in life is to be on top of things. But not for me; my role is to be on the bottom of things. What I do takes long hours of studying and uninterruptible concentration.

Checking up on the Knuth citation I discovered, that he hasn't had an email-address since 1990 and furthermore asks people to write him a letter, if they want his attention. Letters that are dealt with per batch every three months. Now, Knuth is a very respected computer scientist, writer and inventor of LaTeX, so it's not that he doesn't dig. He does. But he needs to concentrate. So does William Gibson in his supposedly last blogpost.

Email, Instant Messaging, web browsing, blog reading, blog commenting and blog posting are all activities that takes time. And concentration from the job at hand -- let alone the situation where all of the above is the job at hand.

It's not that I'm quitting. I'd just like to be more efficient and maybe shut down various pieces of software from time to time, not caring about who's signing in or out just now or how fresh I want my email to be when I read it. Or my fish when I eat it. No. Skip the fish part.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Plants In Motion

Very beautiful stop-motion movies starring plants.

Check the sunflowers and the rather aggressive Venus Fly Trap

And a movie that shows the painful dehydrating plant death. Made me do a check-up round to my green darlings.
Feed me, Seymor, feed me all night loooong.
You can do it!
Saved by the bell ;-)

[via Ben Hammersley]

I have an apartment. It's nice. But it's on the first floor, which means that it tends to be a little dark this time at year.

Today I learned that the couple living in the apartment 4th floor to the left are about to buy a house. Good for them. Or rather: I'm really happy for them!

Now, the thing is, that we have a rule in this Cohousing Cooperative (Andelsboligforening) that grants residents a first right to take over apartments that people leave. A step up the ladder.

The apartment in question has an extra room. And loads of light. And the rent is only 100 DKR extra a month... Drool. Drool.

Here's the catch: I'm not the first in line. In fact I'm third in line. If One or Two chooses to move in, I can take over their apartment. But but but but I'd really like to get there first. To the top of the ladder in one giant leap.

So could you guys out there pleeeeaaase cross your fingers?

With a more attractive apartment I might be able to find a nice girl. A little one that I could take care of. Or a big one that could take care of me. Maybe a nurse. That would really bring the old bus back on the road!

They'll let me know Sunday.

Update, Sunday: Hrmpf. It looks like One got it. But I can have her apartment. 5th floor. Light and rooftops. And warmer. I think I'm going for it. The expenses should be kept to a minimum. Below DKR 1000, the movement of phone and DSL included. And beer for the moving squad.
Thanks for the crossing of fingers -- I'm sure it helped me!

This is my pack of 9 shots from an autumn Copenhagen Photo Safari this saturday. A reccurring thing with Bloggers Copenhagen.
Only Jorsal and I went strolling. The wind was piercing cold to the bones. But it was fun.

The pictures have short tool-tip descriptions. Mouse'em over.

Rasmus and Hans-Henrik missed it. The former was sleeping and the latter was busy.

Tech: Canon A70 with various settings. Mini tripod.
Post-edit: manual levels in imageready--> resize --> unsharp mask --> stroke border --> save optimized (jpg-quality set to match approx. 100kb)

I moved into this apartment in june, and since then I've been looking at white walls eventually mounting a few silly things here and there, but it's still the same white in white.

So I'm looking for posters. Nice ones. Found this poster in this russian poster webshop. Expensive originals. Copies from $60-250. Artist: Dmitrii Bulanov.

They have a lot of really cool stuff!

Found some other Bulanov reprints elswhere on the net, but not this baby :-(

I need links to cool posters. Graphic design. Not Monet.
Anyone?


Update: I just received the answer from New Gallery:

The original of the poster costs 4800 dollars. USA
The copy costs 150 dollars, together with the postage.
The copy is made on equipment HP on a matte paper,
200 g/m

I think not!

I just came back from the hospital, visiting Christian & Christina and their new little peach, Silja/Asta/Selma girl, born 0530 this morning.

Had a mood peak when I left the tired but happy parents, walking through half dark almost empty hospital corridors listening to Bright Eyes: The Invention of Beauty. Goose bumps.

Hands and feet are amazing when scaled down like this. Should have given her a match in her tiny hand for comparison. Would have looked like a budo pole.

Now and then you notice the occurence of new and ugly expressions. At first you hate it when people keep using the same expressions again and again, but one day you wake up hearing the same nonsense coming out of yourself. Your own holy mouth!

The first few times you use the expression with a proper ironic distance. Looking can you belive that people are actually saying this???. This is the weakest part of your mental defenses -- you might think that you are in control, but it's really the other way around: you have caugth the word-flu and are by no means in control anymore. The flu has got you and eventually the ironic distance will turn into hahahaha this is funny and beyond that you will not notice anymore. Just spread.

After a while you will notice that people look at you with disgust when you use certain expressions, you'll feel embarrassed and corny in a not so cool way. But you should celebrate -- the fever is about to leave your body. And your disgusted friends have unknowingly become carriers of the virus.

These vira may seem extinct but one day they are back when you are most off guards and ill prepared.

The other day I used the expression "Top Dollar!"
And in a few weeks you will do the same.
Behold.

I'm reading Snow Crash by Stephenson at the moment. That's where I got the expressions as cultural patterns and chunks of information. And the virus stuff of course.

But I promise you: you will laugh.

Happy Tree Friends sounds like a nice community. But it is not.

Etchy and Scratchy meets Teletubbies. And Braindead.
I hereby baptize the genre "Animated Cute Gore"

Be warned I: this is violent stuff. Start out with "Eye Candy".
Be warned II: prepare yourself for a catchy title tune.

If you're not into 'funny movies' and stuff like that, you should probably leave this link unclicked. Personally I stopped after viewing two clips, but then again: I belong in the "faint of heart"-category.

Why am I posting this? Well, I kind of like ambivalence, and these awful but cute and funny animations make me sick and yet laughing. Peculiar state of mind. Mmmm...

The last week I've had a Band of Brothers for company. For you who haven't seen the TV-series, it's a Spielberg production. About an American Airbourne Division in Europe during World War II.

Usually I'm not that much into war movies. But this one has slowly gotten under my skin. After 6 episodes.

I keep wondering what war would do to me. I'm afraid that I would be scared, hiding in a ditch and eventually get my self killed spinning around in confusion and fear.

My great grandfather served in the first great war, forced into the German army as a member of the Danish minority in Germany. I have read his letters from the Eastern Front and although he kept reassuring his parents and my great grandmother that things were not so bad, reality shines through and it's scary stuff.
My father and I have talked about turning the hundreds of letters into an online project when he retires someday.

Final remark: If one day we're forced to fight I hope that I can be of any use.

The other day it ocurred to me that certain subjects are oh so very likely to be overblogged. Such as the Big Copenhagen Blackout. And the announced engagement of The Heir to the Throne and his downunder wife-to-be.

It was almost über-tempting to blog these things, but they had that obvious blog-quality, that ensured me, that if I did cover this story, I'd be just like all the other guys'n'dolls blogging it.

In a way it's very interesting to hear that multi-facetted story. Post-modern and what have we. But very often it's the same story all over again with no personal quality, and if you're not sure that you can deliver a distinct perspective, then you should probably just stand back. Avoid redundancy. Let me repeat "avoid redundancy": Avoid redundancy.

At least, that's my opinion and the reason why I'm reluctant when it comes to covering The Big Stuff.

Yesterday I turned 30. And the police turned up. Telling us to turn down.

My place looks like shit. My head feels likewise. Somewhere around 30 people in my apartment. Same amount of drinks/beer in me. And I feel twice as old.

Pollas wrapped his present in this wonderful stencil :-)

Some guys next door discovered my wifi network this week. Yesterday they dropped by and registered their mac-addresses with my router, giving them access.
They're doing game development for the Mac, and I will definitely drop by and check it out.

Just before I went to bed, I looked out of my window...
Nicholas Francis the wifi camper ;-)

This is from the control panel in an old freight elevator I used today.

I have used Microsoft Enabled operating systems for years.
And I must admit that the button labelled 'Genstart' ("Restart" in Danish) is one of the least reassuring examples of usability I have ever experienced.

Jakob and I got sort of stuck between floors, and it blinked with this HAL-ish red light. Not good. But we had no choice but to push the button and reboot the thing.
Which brought back the spark of life in the sweet old humming box.

The alternatives? Alarm! Stop! Door?

They should have put an "I'm feeling lucky" button next to it.

Back in '92 me and some guys from school had a band, and we tried real hard...

Yesterday we met over lamb in curry and beer.

Kangaroo Court was the name (wikipedia def). Not a really good name though. Soon it was just KC92.

KC92 was a Metallica Cover Band (although we also made a couple of homemades with a lot of f-words. And Know your enemy by Rage ATM was also on the set list).
We played a few gigs.

Yesterday we saw some of the live video footage.
Maaaaaan it rocked! Stage divers and stuff. Nostalgia.

But someone should have said "Christian, you look like shit with long hair". They never did. And for some reason I never noticed myself. And my girlfriend back then didn't say anything either. Eventually I let the local hairdresser shorten it. She did, and while she did it she twice used the word "Hashfidus". You know hash and the fidus-postfix is hard to translate. A slightly dubious character or something like that (translations are welcome!).
And my grandmother clapped her hands together, saying "Ah, our old Christian is back!" I don't really blame them. Seeing photographs from back then is quite bad. But video is downright horrible. Hairwise.

The screenshot is exactly that: a lo-fi photograph of my tv set. Consider yourself lucky ;-) But for now it will do. That's me in the corner.

Johnny Cash died yesterday. So we sat by his deathbed drinking. Doing a cash-only night.

Those were the albums:

Hello I'm Johnny Cash
A Believer Sings The Truth
A Thing Called Love
American III - Solitary Man
American IV - When The Man Comes Around
BC Goodpasture Christian School Choir
Man In Black
Johnny Cash And His Woman

And we went into the night in his spirit.

(oh, and just before the into-the-night part we listened to mel & kim, carola, herreys, bananarama, yazoo, houston, peter belli, depeche mode and a twist of taco and his ritz. After all, we needed to level up with the night life ;-) )

Tonight Denmark plays Romania (I think). The game is soccer (I know). And this is a national concern. But I don't give a shit.
Phew! Said it! Now I feel much better :-)

Sometimes it is tempting to go with the flow, pretending that soccer rocks. But it doesn't. At least not for me. When other men discovers my dis-passion for the game (and sports in general) they go 'oh'. Like 'oh, he's gay'. Which I'm not (not that it matters in this context).

[screaming and horns in the streets. something must have happened. uh. what could that be...]

What I wanted to say was: "I JUST WANT TO BE ACCEPTED!!!".

Phew! Said it! Now I feel much better :-)

Statement: I encourage people to let it out. Whatever they got stuck inside. Go for that phew!-feeling!

Coherence Engine : Real Map 0.1

Geoff Cohen has drafted a map of Europe where all the countries have kept the names of the national language. I've been thinking about the same a couple of times the last few years (which of course means that I'm far more clever and avant garde than mr. Geoff two-steps-behind Cohen).

In Ceska they have promised to take the "Pilsner" beer to the European Commision -- making it a Ceska-only beer type. Which would cause some changes in quite a few danish low-end beers. That's ok.

But why is it that countries aren't protective about the national brands like the name of the country and the capital?

Statement: I think that Real Maps are the only way to go! It might be harder to learn. But funnier. And definitely a more friendly attitude when travelling among the locals. And should Europe unite, like 100%, the geographical name conventions should be national. Althogh disputes wait ahead on that one...

Pollas did it again. This time he stencilled the Danish Minister of Defence.

'Kampminister' is a sarcastic re-phrasing. 'Kamp' means 'Fight' in Danish.

As usual he provides a .pdf-version for more efficient reproduction on street level.

I must admit it: I won't do it myself. The spraying part of it. I don't have the guts. I am innocent but feel guilty when I see police. Don't like paint either. So if you're looking for someone with whom you can do some night raiding I suggest you look somewhere else. Yes I'm a chicken. With the heart of a mouse. Or something like that.

This entry should probably have been in Danish.

Enjoyed a nice lunch with Lars today.
I'm afraid that this could be one of the last outdoor sunny lunches this year. But it was gooood.

There is something special about eating with dangling feet over water.