Strange move ... ment

It was strange, I never set the alarm, I decided to to rise as usual.

I woke up! At about 4.30 am I woke up, the clock had silence in my bedroom, still I was immediately anxiuos to hear about the results from the presidental election. Wow ....
I sat down in front of the TV and it was on in three different Swedish channels, so called competent reporters and other people discussed this, maybe, so called historical event. About 5.10 am lokal time the final result was presented, Obama was clearly the winner. I thought about waiting for his speech but I was really tired, so I went back to sleep.

My alarm got of at 7 am, I got up, shoke my daughter awake, and put the TV on again. This time I was really moved, tears fell down my cheek, this is so great! Let´s just hope he will have the guts to do all these things he believes in, at least most of them. We already have hopes for a better world, and Barack Obama has a heavy commision, the world is demanding, the Americans are demanding. I wish him good luck, he´ll need it.

Perspective

It´s interesting to see, how we all have different perspective, due to our needs, our situations and our health, what´s even more important, due to tradition.
I laugh sometimes when I see words, words look funny and are amusing to pronounce, as long as they have no meaning, to me, some words have meaning and others don´t, as I saw the english word sloppy and learned it meant something kind of unpleasant ... to me it looks like something nice, you know, puppy, poppy or happy, or maybe slippery or slope. :-) To me they are just letters creating words ... creating sense to things. To an english thinker, the visual experience I have is probably none existing, ´cause the words have to much of a sense of context, that may conceal the vision, the free vision without valuation. Once I read recurring ailment, to me that looks like something spicy coming from an alien ;-), well, I know the correct meaning, never the less, it´s sometimes fun to try and look upon matters with a free thought, to find new experiences.

I listened to an American lady in Washinton DC, she was a republican and attended in an intervju with a Swedish reporter. She said, "Sen.Obama, he´s a socialist, he´s bad, but as you´re Swedish you´d probably like him". To me, as a Swedish citizen, I just don´t get her at all, to me Sen.Obama is a very conservative man, he´s way too far to the right than any of our most conservative politicians in Sweden. And, Sweden is certainly not a socialist country, at least to me it isn´t, I work for a socialist party and we are in a clear minority and get a lot of crap talk aginst us. See, it has to do with perspectives.

We all follow the elections in USA, at the moment, I haven´t yet decided wether I´ll use the alarm-clock tonight and find out about the result in time, or if I´ll just rest in peace until morning and find myself waking up in an other world, together with the avarage Swedish citizens. My friends are already bored with this serial, it has been in my blog since springtime this year, but I believe the outcome is very important to the whole world, USA is a big and powerful nation, I can´t but hope the Amercian citizens are a bit aware of that, they have the power ... we have not.

Meetings at fall

photo: Karin Bussy Broman

I met you out there, and the sun was actually up and the trees were in numerous colours and just bright. I hadn´t seen you for a while, neither in real reality nor on the internet, you seemed more fragile than I´d remembered and though I´d sat down on a park bench you resolute forced me on my feet to an embrace.

If you read this, you´ll probably remember the moment, and I don´t mind, it´s strange now, how your appearance go straight to the emotional spot somewhere inside of me and stays there, evolving itself into a stubborn feeling of despair.

What is it that surrounds you that needs to burst out in the air but remains somewhere in between, never having the guts to let go, it glows like invisible radiation, but I sense it, only too severe.

You are swirling around in transcripted light, to keep the stir in your head just a stir. Because the truth is too fearful and so appalling, thrusts through your bones like acid could do, on the tip of the arrow, follows you like appearences of vicious ghosts. Once you put things in order there will be room for the intangible, better keep it going and hope for the gusts of evil to find another path to stroll.

I might be wrong here, of course, this is only in my head, but as it comes along everytime your energies mix with mine, and I can´t but believe, you long for something, and it surely isn´t me.

just a reminder ...

follow-up to previous post

... the winner is Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio. He was born in 1940 in Nice and has written books like "the African", "Desert" and "Révolutions". I´m sorry to say I didn´t know him, but he seems to be well known among readers.

"-at last!!"

It seems octopuses are interesting nowadays, Swedish television has a documentary on thursday evening in SVT1, at 20.00. The octopus is the most intelligent of all invertebrated animals, it says on the SVT webbsite, and there are ten different species along the Swedish west coast.
Maybe our newly started non-profit association, called the Octopus, is this city´s most intelligent one. :-)


These days also the Swedish Nobel Academy is about to announce this year´s winner in the category of litterature, there´s always a great stir and a lot of tension around that. Serious discussions in media, and spectacular betting in cultural circles. This year´s favourites are Claudio Magris, Joyce Carol Oates, Philip Roth, Amos Oz, Adonis, Ko Un among others. In swedish papers you´re able to put a vote, most voters though, believe in "somebody else", shows how hard it is to make a guess, and how the betters could make money when lucky ... We´ll hear all about the winner tomorrow on the 9th of October at 13.00., when the forever lasting and incessant secretary Horace steps out in the hall. Surpise! and .... "-at last!"

Seed

This picture is titled "Seed", it´s actually an acorn, painted with oilpastell crayons.
The painting was showed in the exhibition I attended together with Korean artist Yeon Hee Lee in spring 2007. It was thereby sold to two friends of mine.

Contradictory

TV-discussion between two women in the peak of their lives, both in prosperous familysituations, both with jobs and both with nice husbands. The task is wether the family is a good constellation to live in, is it the ultimate dream?

Lady to the left, in picture, tries to emphasize the obvious risks there are for a woman, to live in such a secretive social form as with only two adults, one man one woman. Through history people have lived in bigger groups, the familycircle contained all kinds of siblings, aunts, oncles and cousins. Today, in our country, the family could, with bad luck, become a social trap, and in most cases it becomes to disadvantage for the woman in the relationship, regarding she gets difficulties to suceed in career and her opportunities to work for a good income to be able to support herself are being reduced. Statistics say that the male often finds himself with a higher income when he becomes a father, the woman, on the other hand, finds herself with a lower, mysterious. Seems society wants to great the father but doesn´t care much about the mother. And these are statistic facts.

Lady to the right, in picture, claims that the family, that is, man and woman and some two or three kids, is what everyone, especially women, should strive for, it´s by all means the best way of living. Society problems in general are not relevant here in this debate, she says, in small families the woman always has the whole and complete power, she´s the one managing the home and household, she´s the one who takes care of and educates the children and she´s the one making all decisions concerning most things about the family. The man has nothing or little to say in such a constellation, nowhere else woman has such opportunities to hold power as in the family situation.

The possibilty of these to opponents to agree to some extent, was obviously very poor. What sort of thread would be appropriate to dabate here, where are the actual problems and disagreements worth talking about, and how come these two women are in such a sharp contradiction to eachother? I ask myself, and that´s what the media ought to aks itself too.

This was a TV show, and it dejected me.

eco shopping

I finally found my first eco t-shirt at the reasonable prize of 199:- SKr, although it´s a bit more money than I usually spend on t-shirts ... I just had to this time. I bought it at an ordinary multiple store in the city center, but there were only a few to chose from, I say, that´s better than nothing, and it looked quite alright to me.

nintoledo again

http://www.toledoblade.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080826/ART16/48057210

Nintoledo

Meet you master


from Oakland Press:
Published Monday August 25 2008

By GARY GRAFF
Of the Oakland Press

"AUBURN HILLS -- Those leaving nine inch nails' concert Saturday night at the Palace certainly talked about what they heard. But they very likely talked more about what they had seen.

Never a visual slouch, Trent Reznor -- the creator of and force behind nin -- surpassed his previously high standards with his latest show, a jaw-droppingly inventive trip of the light fantastic that ranks in a league with past spectacles by Pink Floyd, U2 and Peter Gabriel, among others. For two-and-a-quarter hours the five-piece group toured nin's seven studio albums with fierce dexterity, but it doesn't slight the playing to consider it mostly as a soundtrack to the sights that accompanied the songs.

The entire evening, in fact, was an exercise in each number designed to surpass the others. Strobe effects from a rear-stage light wall helped the group charge into "1,000,000," while the same rig pulsated with a rolling, wavey quality during "March of the Pigs." Rich blues dressed up "Discipline;" flaming reds accompanied "Closer" and "Terrible Lie."

Opaque screens both in front and behind the musicians were used to stunning effect on songs such as "Gave Up," "The Warning" and "Vessel," giving the stage an almost high-definition three-dimensional appearances. A set of instrumentals from nin's self-released "Ghosts I-V" collection featured projections on a scrim in front of the band, including rain and "windows" that framed the band inside of the images. Extreme close-ups of Reznor singing appeared on the scrim during "The Greater Good," while eight black & white live shots -- ranging from the band on stage to fans in the crowd and in the Palace rest rooms -- appeared rear-stage during "Survivalism."

All of that was driven by more than two dozen songs from nin's angst-filled industrial rock canon, which Reznor has wrested from the major label world and his turned into his own concern this year with "Ghosts I-IV" and "The Slip." nin played six songs from the latter as well as four of the "Ghosts" pieces -- as well as an airy, jazzy, "Ghosts"-style treatment of 1994's "Piggy" (Nothing Can Stop Me Now)." "The Frail" provided a gentle, piano-based lead-in to "The Wretched," while "Closer" sounded phatter than ever and the trio of "Only," "The Hand That Feeds" and "Head Like a Hole" brought the main set to a driving conclusion.

The only downer on an otherwise magical night was the crowd size -- not even a half-house, with a large chunk of the Palace's upper deck curtained off and still plenty of empty seats in the lower. It's a come-down for a once multi-platinum group that sold out the DTE Energy"

shut your eyes up!

This guy Darryl Smyers, I wonder what he´s like? This rewiew in the Dallas Observer (link) of the NIN-show is quite graphic in it´s description, but not very nice all through. He´s not at all happy about the looks of the NIN-fans, especially not the young women who´s grown older, and Trent is described as "a rahter stocky fellow", well maybe not totally wrong :-) but, so what ...?

Trent himself says his fans are the most important and that they should be treated with respect, if there would be a meet up between these two guys, mr Smyers and mr Reznor, it just might not be a pleasant one.
It could be though, that he´s telling a truth that is hard to tell, I wouldn´t know, I wasn´t there, but young people these days really have i kind of bodyfixation that´s not healthy and, they do dress very lightly.

I liked the rewiew, I could feel myself being there and I could feel the emotion in the music as he wrote about it, but I didn´t like the guy, just listen to his name... Smyers...? What´s that!? I believe he has a bodyfixation himself, he ought to have listened to the music and shut his eyes fucking up, or down.

http://blogs.dallasobserver.com/dc9/2008/08/last_night_nine_inch_nails_at.php

Ninduluth

"You talkin´to me? Well, I´m the only one here."

*
Mr de Niro soon 65. When I was young, 18 or so, I admired him, he´d been in great films and he was a very good looking guy. I´d seen him in Taxidriver and that was during my own punk-period, when people in the street used to shout at me because my pants were torn and my hair was too short for a girl. You needn´t to be much of a deviant to cause provocation i those days, especially not in our small town, it was 1977...

Soon one of my youth-heroes will reach retirement-age, that really makes me feel old, still I keep the same kind of thoughts in my mind, rebel for ever, but my hopes of changing the world might be a bit weakened. I remember Robert de Niro from Novencento, a film that got to me at the time but later on I didn´t like it at all for some reason, there he was together with Gerard Depardieu, another actor I admired back then. The Brian de Palma film the Untouchables I´ve seen a couple of times and that film has its qualities in the actors indeed, I like the film though de Niro isn´t the leading carracter in that one. Of course we have Ronin, Jackie Brown, the Deer Hunter, the Godfather and Once upon a time in America and lots of others.
He´s still a good looking guy, isn´t he?


The words in the posting title is from Taxidriver of course, Travis talking to himself in front of the mirror.