Friday, January 30, 2009
TokyoCarpark
It´s not a very pleasant experience to be involved in an accident, we all know that, despite that, this picture gave me a good laugh. They call it Tokyo-carpark, and it was taken somewhere in Tokyo. (From Daily Telegraph UK)
Thursday, January 29, 2009
come on, you cheeselovers
Two issues bothering me lately... American snacks and stand up comedy ;-) ...so, here´s now a cry out for advice and help, or points of view actually, from my american blogreaders, if there are any.
First out: Dane Cook, is he a funny guy or ... ? I watched some YouTube clips and tried to get the hang of it, that is his jokes, well, had some hard time finding them... he puked and stood upsidedown and he walked to and forth on stage. Oh, I liked the one when he ordered a burger that didn´t exist, nice try, and the man who tried not to care about the fact that he was run over by a car, just strolled along and pretended nothing had happened, ´cause it was so embarrasing, or what? In other words, my question is: Is he popular, is he funny? Is this good comedy according to the American view.
Number two: How do you put cheese on to popcorn? I watched an American TVseries, and they made popcorn and sort of sprinkled cheese over them. Over here cheese comes in one piece, the size you could decide yourself mostly, at the time of the purchase, only today I bought a very small piece of a very Swedish quality that was very ripe and quite expensive, therefore the very tiny piece, (that was a less important episode), but the thing is you have to use a cheese slicer or a knife to cut parts of it ... and then place them on your sandwich. There is also a possibility to use a grater of course, but even then the small parts will be far too big to sprinkle on popcorn. ??
Help...? Is there a special kind of cheese existing that I don´t know of?
On my Swedish blog I have a post discussing what´s art and what isn´t. A girl studying at the art school placed herself on a high bridge threatened to kill herself, jump. She was taken in care by the police and driven to the psyciatric care, and was forced to stay, was given sedatives, also by force, and bound. Later she informed the whole act was part of an artwork. Is this art, I wonder? I will probably have a reason to come back to this later.
First out: Dane Cook, is he a funny guy or ... ? I watched some YouTube clips and tried to get the hang of it, that is his jokes, well, had some hard time finding them... he puked and stood upsidedown and he walked to and forth on stage. Oh, I liked the one when he ordered a burger that didn´t exist, nice try, and the man who tried not to care about the fact that he was run over by a car, just strolled along and pretended nothing had happened, ´cause it was so embarrasing, or what? In other words, my question is: Is he popular, is he funny? Is this good comedy according to the American view.
Number two: How do you put cheese on to popcorn? I watched an American TVseries, and they made popcorn and sort of sprinkled cheese over them. Over here cheese comes in one piece, the size you could decide yourself mostly, at the time of the purchase, only today I bought a very small piece of a very Swedish quality that was very ripe and quite expensive, therefore the very tiny piece, (that was a less important episode), but the thing is you have to use a cheese slicer or a knife to cut parts of it ... and then place them on your sandwich. There is also a possibility to use a grater of course, but even then the small parts will be far too big to sprinkle on popcorn. ??
Help...? Is there a special kind of cheese existing that I don´t know of?
On my Swedish blog I have a post discussing what´s art and what isn´t. A girl studying at the art school placed herself on a high bridge threatened to kill herself, jump. She was taken in care by the police and driven to the psyciatric care, and was forced to stay, was given sedatives, also by force, and bound. Later she informed the whole act was part of an artwork. Is this art, I wonder? I will probably have a reason to come back to this later.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
madness
Everyone seems to be walking with severe cold these days ... sneezing, coughing and having a noose running after them. :-) Daughter is home from school sneezing, and days become tedious and are filled with too much rest, feels like you really never wake up. I got hold of The Idiot again, and the first part of that book has occupied my lazy brain during two days, the edition is an old one, gives you a nice laugh now and then, but then that is my little nerdy thing about editions ... This time though, I´ve come to the decision I have to buy myself a new one, this one has become boring with all it´s "ancient" vocabulary, I´ll have to drop by the secondhand bookstore any day now and look for a later.
Had to go out, took a detour passed the trash cans at the back of the building, just to get some air, fresh air ... :-), took the chance and got rid of some trash by the way, heard a crash. As I was only half awake I didn´t actually react on the sudden noice, until a man started shouting, "Mind where you´re driving!!...you stupid ... !!!" (something like that). I heard a child crying and that sound drove me out on the street, prepared for that something bad had happened. I noticed a man standing bent down towards the drivers seat in a car, waving his arms around, still shouting and cursing into the car. It was dark as it is in late afternoons but there were numerous people in the streets and some cartraffic too, everyone stared at the man in the middle of the street and I tried to locate the crying child without success.
I was aimed in that direction anyway so I walked towards the crossroads where this event had occured, still searching for the crying child. A bicycle lay on the pavement, I couldn´t see if it was damaged or broken in any way, and the shouting man obviously owned it and seemed to be alright, physically, though furiously mad. Now I spotted the crying child, the boy stood around the corner from where I stood, opposite to where the accident had happened, and I wasn´t sure he was scared because he´d whitnessed the crash or because of the furious man, probably both. He had his older brother or friend with him, comforting, so I didn´t interfere, just walked passed.
I saw the angry man calling, what I assumed to be, the 112 alarm number and heard him asking for the police, I also overheard him say he´d been hit by a car. An elderly woman stepped out from the passengerseat, and the driver carefully parked the car in the corner, anxious of being in the middle of the street. I left and found my way to the supermarket, daughter wanted some oranges, and I wasn´t needed in the corner.
Walking home again, carrying oranges, fresh bread and some chewing gum fruity taste in my bag, I could see the police car parked outside our building, the policemen took notes on their pads, and I could at this moment see the driver of the car, he was an old man, given support by an old woman while they crossed the street and got in to their car again. Well, well ... I thought, and old man, he must be so distressed by this, I almost felt sorry for him, a poor sort. Then again I´m not so sure he should´ve been out driving, especially not in the dark like this. The man that had been hit seemed to be fine, probably it had scared him, thinking he was so mad it must have been fear not madness ;-). ... maybe I´ve just had enough of madness for today, I will go to rest again, having and orange and waiting for the cold to hit me. No hard feelings Mr.Dostojevkij.
Had to go out, took a detour passed the trash cans at the back of the building, just to get some air, fresh air ... :-), took the chance and got rid of some trash by the way, heard a crash. As I was only half awake I didn´t actually react on the sudden noice, until a man started shouting, "Mind where you´re driving!!...you stupid ... !!!" (something like that). I heard a child crying and that sound drove me out on the street, prepared for that something bad had happened. I noticed a man standing bent down towards the drivers seat in a car, waving his arms around, still shouting and cursing into the car. It was dark as it is in late afternoons but there were numerous people in the streets and some cartraffic too, everyone stared at the man in the middle of the street and I tried to locate the crying child without success.
I was aimed in that direction anyway so I walked towards the crossroads where this event had occured, still searching for the crying child. A bicycle lay on the pavement, I couldn´t see if it was damaged or broken in any way, and the shouting man obviously owned it and seemed to be alright, physically, though furiously mad. Now I spotted the crying child, the boy stood around the corner from where I stood, opposite to where the accident had happened, and I wasn´t sure he was scared because he´d whitnessed the crash or because of the furious man, probably both. He had his older brother or friend with him, comforting, so I didn´t interfere, just walked passed.
I saw the angry man calling, what I assumed to be, the 112 alarm number and heard him asking for the police, I also overheard him say he´d been hit by a car. An elderly woman stepped out from the passengerseat, and the driver carefully parked the car in the corner, anxious of being in the middle of the street. I left and found my way to the supermarket, daughter wanted some oranges, and I wasn´t needed in the corner.
Walking home again, carrying oranges, fresh bread and some chewing gum fruity taste in my bag, I could see the police car parked outside our building, the policemen took notes on their pads, and I could at this moment see the driver of the car, he was an old man, given support by an old woman while they crossed the street and got in to their car again. Well, well ... I thought, and old man, he must be so distressed by this, I almost felt sorry for him, a poor sort. Then again I´m not so sure he should´ve been out driving, especially not in the dark like this. The man that had been hit seemed to be fine, probably it had scared him, thinking he was so mad it must have been fear not madness ;-). ... maybe I´ve just had enough of madness for today, I will go to rest again, having and orange and waiting for the cold to hit me. No hard feelings Mr.Dostojevkij.
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