Complete nonsense

Yesterday I meet one of the girls from the red team in Medieval Times that I described here. She told me the most fabulous story. Seh claimed that when she was 14 or somewhere around that age she had gone to Medieval Times with her school because they where studying the time of knights and such... Can you believe it? I would like to have five minutes alone with that history teacher.

williamsburg bridge

Yesterday I crossed the Williamsburg bridge on my bike and it was a NY moment. The view is spectacular and the ride mostly easy. It wasn't the best of my moments but still one for this blog.

nine eleven

Today is the day, ten years down the line: mission was accomplished: the United States are tied up in two wars over seas, society has changed for the worse with less freedom and more so called security. Who ever planned this has fulfilled their goals.
The last ten years of war and terror acts from all parts has killed thousands of humans but that is just the measurable statistics. The big impact is for all the rest of us who live with more fear, more religiulousness, less freedom and less understanding. Higher spending on contra constructive and environmentally unfriendly industries. And the grey masses totally miss the point.
When Usama bin Laden was murdered the mainstream media described his organization Al Qaida, the base as being largely unsuccessful. It might be on the verge of collapse, I have no idea, but IF they where part of the planning of the attacks they have succeeded in their efforts to a large extent.
The primary objective to get the USofA into a costly war that can not be won but generates fabulous amounts of revenue for certain privately owned corporations can not be under estimated, while it breeds hatred and sows the seeds of more violence in the future in some of the most unstable regions in the world.   
It is said that there is an elevated risk for new terror attacks in  NYC today, and the fear-mongery goes on. But I wont let that influence me: I will move freely also today.
If I can just find the energy to get out of bed...

Reports from Sweden

These days there are two news items predominantly that get through the filter from Sweden: First thing Swedish police have apprehended 4 persons planning a terrorist attack in Göteborg. They where apprehended close to an art biennial by the national task force located some four hours away in Stockholm. No more information is readily available. The silence about the suspects and their target signals many things but at this point I am not willing to theorise here. It is most disturbing and I await further information about this with great anxiety.

The second item is of much less importance and relates to food: a so called "krovgubbe" or sausage man has since April this year made and distributed the worlds spiciest hot dog called the Harakiri Sausage for unclear reasons, but a guess would be a combination of bad imagination and a WT-disposition.
Any way I have been getting reports of people eating and trying to eat this not so food-like substance in sausage form. I have seen films of the occurrences and it seems like a very painful process. I really do not see the point in it. You want to see any of this I will reluctantly give you a link of the eating here and the aftermath here. All conversation is in Swedish, but you will get the point anyway. And a word of warning: this is not really a meaningful pre-suit.

The Quest, Wilbur Smith II

So I have kept reading the Quest and pretty soon went from sex scenes to a graphical surgery scene. I was reading this part in a crowded subway carriage when my imagination and the disgusting description of a operation during the bronze age almost took me out. My Haemophobia acted up and I was close to fainting in the subway. Instead I stopped reading and sat down on the floor until I could get off the train and sit down for a few minutes. This was not a NY moment but rather the contrary.

Good or bad? It depends on what you wanted to achieve... If I were Wilbur I would have liked it, now I am not Wilbur and I almost fainted in the Subway so I kind of don't like it. Then again that is good advertising for a book: almost fainted from reading it!

Good book!

"That is a good book" she starts, apparently talking to me who just squeezed my bony white ass down beside here on the D-train. Funny thing is that when I left the book in question on my desk at work someone anonymously put a post-it note on the cover of it congratulating me for reading it. Now on my way to work reading the first ten pages and in that time not only discovering one porn-styled sex scene but two I find my self in doubt and also referring to Sidney Sheldon without even having read a word he has written...
Let me tell you how I came to own the book in question. It all started a couple of weeks or a month ago when I visited Rockaway Taco with some friends. We had been trading books among us so I had a handful in my bag when I stumbled up on a trade-shelf where you could either buy books or exchange them one for one. So I gave them my finished Gomorra, (Swedish edition) and picked up this brick-like volume: the Quest by Wilbur Smith.
It is supposed to be a "historical novel" set in the land of the Pharaohs. In reality as far as I can tell it is a fantasy novel set in a time of heroes, as a great struggle between good and evil... (use your most manly voice) AND quite uncalled for sexual descriptions of the type found in "Earth's Children" (a.k.a "Grottbjörnens folk" for all you Swedish people out there).

This story will have to be continued, it is a large book and I have not ventured to far yet.

Bushwick

Last Friday I headed to Bushwick, the shadiest part of Brooklyn yet to see a show by Red Dwarf. The venue was something resembling a mall crossed with a squat-joint. It goes by the name of "the Loom" and they are having shows or happenings every first Friday of the month.
I do not know how many shows Red Dwarf has played before but my guess is none at all. Their biggest problem this night was the room that they played in, next to that I would mention the sound system before getting to the music. The room, sound system and rigging made it impossible to hear the vocals of the three singers who all shared one microphone. I guess that kind of illustrates the problem somewhat, could you also see how the mic hung limp from it´s stand that would be an even more telling picture for a band playing "dick-wave".
The whole ensemble was loud though: the rest of the evening I felt sorry for not finding my earplugs and the next morning my exposed ear still had a bit of tinnitus wave in the distance. Good or bad, well it depends on what you set out to accomplish.
I like the performance in that the guys had energy, the talking in breaks was less interesting, for one we learned that the base player lead a busy life running between concerts, his own and other peoples.
Any way now I am doing the same disfavour to you, let me instead tell you about dick-wave: It is pretty much like FM rock, but add some small harmonies sounding like 8-bit console games played out on guitar, quite fast. Apparently one of the singing guitarist made the word up but when I later talked to a friend working in the music industry she related it to some musician that she knows... might all have been a misunderstanding. I will go on believing that Red Dwarf play FM or Collage Rock. They certainly looked the part.
I would see Red Dwarf again, I would bring earplugs and hope for a better place to play so I could hear a few words from songs about if I understood it correctly "giving head at truck stops". Sounds interesting, Turbonegro might have done a song about that, only they did not, but they could have. That is reason enough to listen.

Hey Bushwick, you shady hoe, you!