Work it chubby!

This post could just as easily have been called: New life part 4 back on! But that wouldn’t quite be the truth, I have no idea what the truth is, I know it’s more than a 4 part story…

What is more than a 4 part story I hear you ask. Well… me, sort of. It’s time for me to start eating more healthy and start exercising again. I need to lose some weight. How much? I don’t know but I have a goal of not weighing in at more than 100kg on October 11:th, my 30:th birthday. I haven’t been under 100kg since the summer between 9:th grade of high school and 1:st grade of upper secondary school and that’s something like 14 years away… Time flies when… your eating candy and fast food… Chips och Dipps as Thore Brorsson would say.

That explained the headline.

Spain won yesterday and I am truly happy for Fabregas. I wish Germany would have won, I feel that now, but considering how sad Fabregas would have been than, in comparison to how happy he is now my fluctuation in emotion regarding the same event seem like nothing and I do think the Spaniards (the whole nation) is more happy about the victory than the Germans (who have won so much) are sad for there loss. More happiness in the world! (That cant be a bad thing, can it?)

That took care of yesterday going in to today.

Haven’t been doing a lot of stuff today. Walked the dog, went into town with my friend Andreas G to pick up a birthday present for his girlfriend Anna the Panna. Had lunch and coffee with Andreas G and KG then when I came home Camilla and I took a short but nice walk with the Bo. Hisingen might upon statement be frowned up on but it’s really a nice place. 

Nothing thought provoking today… sorry. 
Oh, and I’m going to stop the introduction of people I mention in the blog. The introduction of people which I started to do just a few posts back. If you know the people I talk about you know them, If you don’t what I say about them is the only thing of relevance and the only thing you need to know. 


Half German, all Arsenal.

First; yesterdays post: Today in short… (found below) was a bit crap. I really shouldn’t post stuff if I don’t have anything to say or have anything that matters, at least to me, to say (I’m not saying that any of the events yesterday didn’t matter to me, it was in the way the whole day was presented that was a bit off). What I really want to do with this blog, besides to post music (which I haven’t yet, a fact sadder than most), Is to talk about things that are true, relevant and moving in some way (funny, provoking, sad etc.). I’m going to try to do that from now on.

So, on to today: The final of the Euro 2008 football championship, Germany vs. Spain and this is a tough one for me. I am, as my surname might reveal, of German decent, my mother is German but I am a supporter of The Arsenal. This is prior to tonight’s game, and in choosing which team to support, a conflict. How, you might ask? Well it all boils down to this question: Does my own happiness count more than the happiness I wish upon others? And this Is truly a tough one. Here’s the deal, I’m of German decent (which we already have said) and Fabregas play for Spain. Fabregas also plays for The Arsenal and I wish him all the best in the world for that. It would be better for me If Germany won since most of my players in Drömelvan (a football manager Internet based type game where you pick players and receive points in accordance with how well the players, and the team they represent, preform) are German but then Fabregas would be sad (not because I get a lot of points in Drömelvan but because Spain looses). On the other hand if Spain won than Torres will be happy and as he plays for Liverpool, a crap club, and I wouldn’t want that. It’s the same if Germany won; Ballack plays for Chelsea; also utter crap. So what’s up!?

I’m hoping for 4-4 at full time with Bastian Schweinsteiger scoring all the goals for Germany. After that it can go either way… or… no… wait up… stop… I don’t know. 

I really must think about what is the better thing to do, or to be; happy or happy for another (that is when you can’t be both). If you have an answer please let me know.

Today in short…

1. Have a massive head ache (most likely due to the weather).
2. Soon going to a birth day party, Happy 25:th to Anna P!
3. Not accomplishing much today, seems like I’m still sleeping. (Got up extra early today, 0900h, in an attempt to set my body back to Swedish time. Still not over the New York jet lag…)
4. ? That’s about it… sad. 

Just a mail away.

It’s fun when old friends, friends that you’ve lost contact with for one reason or the other, get in touch with you. This blog is proving to be a bridge over time gaps (which sounds a bit weird being one bridge over, what seems to be more then one gap… but this is the case… big bridge).

If you are an old friend don’t hesitate to contact me, I’m just a mail away. You can find the adress by clicking on Contact in the upper right hand corner of this page.

What sparked this post was a mail I received from Johan, an old friend which I haven’t heard from in five years. To be fair I haven’t made myself heard either. A two way silence if you will. I sent a mail back to him an now, hopefully, were on for coffee…

Leaving you with two pictures of Johan and I in our prime. I’m guessing, since one of the pictures has a hockey match as backdrop and this hockey match is from the winter Olympics and the last winter Olympics was in 2006 and it isn’t the 2006 Olympics in the backdrop that the pictures are from the winter of 2002. They are taken in Johans mothers apartment (doubts she lives there now) in the city of Uddevalla on the west coast of Sweden. Enjoy!

I had a dream!

(The not so famous “I had a dream”-speech.)

Last night I had a dream. I was riding a motorcycle. Camilla was sitting behind me. The motorcycle had a gold paint job. We were in New York. I had gotten instructions from my brother, Gilbert, to drop the bike off somewhere (I’m not sure where, I don’t remember, it might have been at The New York Helmsley Hotel). We were standing still at a red light. It turned green. I took a wrong turn and ended up in an indoor car park place. As I rode, trying to find my way out, a speaker voice appeared in my head. I don’t exactly remember what it said but something like; You’re on my turf, I got you now. I also imagined (still in the dream) that the person saying this was watching me through some kind of surveillance system. I found my way out of the car park and after just riding a couple of hundred meters I was pulled over by a police man standing in the middle of the road. I stopped and got of the bike, Camilla was at this point gone although I felt her presence, having some trouble getting the bike up on it’s stand. The police man said that I was going to get a 700 dollar fine and then asked to see my drivers licence. I gave it to him and told him that I wasn’t from around here (New York). He covered where it says of which nationality I am on my drivers licence with his thumb (a really big thumb) and the he said:
- “I’m guessing you’re from Sweden.”
I said he was right, proceeded by telling him how much I liked New York. He said he had to go and fix some stuff and then he went away, into a doorway. When he came out he carried a big, see through, box of Ferreo Rocher, a chocolate candy, and a framed picture. He said:
- “Mr McKenzie thanks you for your support!”
Mr. McKenzie was (in my dream) the mayor of New York. The picture I got was one of McKenzie. It was a black and white high school type picture with Mr.McKenzie looking 17 or 18 years old, wearing a jacket having a deer caught in head lights stare just passed the camera into the void. He had brown, or dark, curly hare fashioned in a ice-hockey hairdo style.
I didn’t have to pay the 700 dollars. I got of with a warning. 

New Life part 4 put on hold.

Ok! First day of being constructive, doing things, not just sitting on the sofa playing Tetris (or actually the Mac-version of Tetris; Quinn). So did I? Was I constructive? I’d say semi, semi-constructive. I did stuff.

I figure I have to finish what I’ve got going before I can go again, so that’s what I did, I finished one thing.
I finished the book I was reading at the moment; Stefan Einhorns “Konsten att vara snäll”* (the art of being kind). First off: the book gets TTT (on a scale of T-TTTTT) no more no less. I really haven’t figured out what he (Stefan) is proclaiming. It could be some kind of consequentialism and a preferential version of that or he is advocating something called ethical egoism but it might just be that he lands in every day moral, or common sense moral picking a little here and a little there. And it is here my recommendation lies; if you don’t have the time or possibility to think about your situation and how your acting and interacting with other people, read this book. It’s not so much an eye-opener as it is recognizing yourself in the text. A good read but I’ve had better.

A thing that bummed me out today, or to be correct kept a part of me bummed out today was the fact that I got my aesthetics exam back two days ago and while I didn’t fail completely I have to hand in completions on two and a half of seven questions. My professor is a stern man, stern Bengt, but I’m sure I’ll learn this way. Stern but fair as the old pro verb and Punk of Country song goes.

I also today managed to cram in a visit to the local amusement park: Liseberg. Me and Camilla** and one of here work buddies went there to see Mustasch. Funny thing in the que, this also in reference to the dialect of the Swedish language spoken here in Göteborg; Göteborska which I have written about in previous posts:
Man in que: “E du me här för å se Musstas eller?” If you are from Göteborg and have a bit of distance to the way you are, you are laughing now.) 

Since Mustasch really isn’t my bag I went to eat. Oh man that was a, as we say in Sweden, pers. Why? The Health athoritys here in Göteborg have been out with the axe towards restaurants here in town* but they seem to have missed the restaurants in Liseberg. And not only that. Having gotten my food, kriss crossing between piss-kids running around screaming there cotton candy induced high heads off I sat down to have my burger… what song do you think the sound system of the carousel next to me plays? Guess? Try your best? No? A instrumental synth pan-flute version of Stevie Wonders “I just called to say I love you” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!!

Ok. Back to the concert for the last couple of songs. And here comes the cool part. The singer, Ralf, was doing a call and response thing with the audience and at the end of it, with his most metal voice, in a power full crescendo and in an ascending scale, just before the whole band erupts in a distorted mega heavy riff, screams, in rhythm: SKVALLERBYTTA BING BONG GÅR I ALLA GÅRDAR! Super heavy! 
What he sang was a Swedish nursery rime translating to: tatter tale bing bong walks in every yard (and continues, licks every bowl… hahaha really off).

I also had something to say about drunk girls singing along in heavy metal songs but I’ll leave it. I leave you instead with two thirds of tonight’s amusement park winnings (the third being two small rolls of Center).
This is also what fills the headline with meaning. I can’t possibly start my new working out type of life, healthy type of life, with 4000 grams om chocolate in the kitchen.

 

 * Swedish link only
** Camilla – Camilla Svärd, my girlfriend since 2004-11-04 

Lazy going on restless.

Sommarlov (summer leave) is upon me. No school, almost no work and lots of free time. Free time to do all those things that I didn’t think I had the time to do before, whatever that was. I have so much free time that everything seems like a burden. I know I shouldn’t complain. It’s luxury. I’m not complaining, I’m just stating a strange fact that just might apply to me but I think not, it might not be universal but it certainly applies to many of us here in the rich, spoilt, part of the world. I have so little to do that everything I have to do comes with a sigh and the thought of everything I want to do, and some things that I perhaps ought to do, gets me really stressed out. I have to address this. I don’t know how, not yet. 

I’m going to clean up now. Do the dishes and so on. KG* has been here for coffee and cake. My lazy ass is going to find itself in a clean home. Then I’ll take it from there. I must do something.

*KG – Kristofer Göransson
He is my friend and brother with AG whom I’ll introduce to you later!
(There’s no point in me talking about people if I don’t introduce them to you, hence the previous to lines.) 

Midsummers day post; IN YOU FACE!

The Internet provides you with, at least, two feelings.
First: It’s great! It’s a place where you can get and give information.
Second: It’s a really sucky place for people who need to get there fix. People who want the information but cant get it. People who browse around in the void that is yesterdays news with a glanced stare, reminiscent of days before, days when all was so fresh (and so clean).

My question is: how can you take a holiday (from posting, publishing or writing) just because it’s a holiday?

So I’m not, I’m giving you a post and a oldie but a goody. I really shouldn’t excess in these YouTube-posts but some of them are really funny. So here’s yours for the day. Enjoy!

 

Happy midsummer to each and all!

So, today is midsummer here in Sweden and I wish you all a happy one.
The weather is its usual self: windy, showers and about C 17 degrees. Not what one want but what one always get, and if that wasn’t crap enough; I’m working tonight! But no point in getting myself bummed out. Camilla is making strawberry cake and were having pizza and fish and sandwiches (with fish on them) and fresh potatoes (not really a good translation but one that is good enough) and chocolate and cookies and stuff).

I leave you with a picture, a midsummer’s picture, of Gigantic Rock. It’s the view from my kitchen, I’m a bit disappointed that they haven’t got the Swedish flag up on the flag pole, they usually do and it kind of makes it feel even more midsummer.

R.I.P. B-team…

Due to lack of interests (not from me) we’ve been forced out, or rather forced to take ourselves out, of our raven football league. This is crap. B-team is no more, at least not this season. 
This means I’m free Monday nights and free for any other team who wants me to play for them. It’s silly season everywhere in the world of football right now so just give me a call. Teams I would consider: Arsenal, Barcelona and Celtic (just for the atmosphere). I have modest wage demands. I crave no more than other players of my caliber, the Ronaldos, Zlatans, Fabregases of the world.

Now I’m of to get my hair cut. 

Back Home

So I’m back home in the GBG and it feels good. Having slept in my own bed I feel at ease and calm (not rested though because of jet lag). The stillness of summer can well and truly begin. This will be the calmest summer I’ve had in nine years. I’m going to work some at my old job but mostly I’m just going to take it easy; write music; read; walk the dog; watch football; watch the Olympics and maybe, just maybe, take my girlfriend on a trip to Köbenhavn. I am also going to nag at Rob O so he’ll finish the ten songs (which I’m not supposed to talk of… so I won’t).

And no, I haven’t forgot (and you shouldn’t either) music first, music last.

New York day 7 – Still day 7!?

We got out of bed at 1400h on the 12:th of June (Swedish time), It’s now 1800h on the 13:th of June and we are still up.

We are home. We are in Sweden.
We left the Hotel in New York early thinking the cab ride would take long due to traffic, it didn’t; thinking check in would be a drag, it wasn’t; thinking security would take forever… nope. So we had a fair long wait at JFK international airport.

The flight from New York, in cattleclass, wasn’t fun. After that we had to sprint to our connecting flight in Munchen. Sprint with hurdles: I got questioned by customs, Tullan lost her passport but we made it only to, after we boarded the plane to Stockholm, learn that there was something wrong with it. After a 1h 30min delay we were of. 

Landing in Stockholm was followed by a 2h 30min drive to Högfors where we are now. Bosse the dog greeted us with a bit of a tail wag.

Tomorrow Gothenburg.
New York was great and it’s god to be home, like killing two birds with one stone (though Chuck Norris can kill two stones with one bird). 

New York day 7 – Travel information.

Ok. Good morning to you all. It’s 0900h here. Last couple of hours here in New York. Our flight, hopefully, leave at 1745h (New York time). We will fly for 8h to Munich, waiting there for about 2h, another 2h flight home and then a 2h 30 min drive from Arlanda to Högfors, where we will spend the night. We will arrive back west, where the islands collide with the salty water, on the 14:th between 1200h and 1400h (Swedish time).

If I can I’ll check back with you from Gemany if not; we’ll see you when we get home.
This is Camilla, Tullan and Tomas signing of from New York with the skyline veiw from the 28:th floor of the New York Helmsley Hotel.

(You’ll have to picture it yourselves… For some reason I can’t upload it… A blu sky with lots of tall buildings… You get the deal.)

 

New York day 6 – Mastering the subway.

So, last full day here in New York and we didn’t waste any time.
After breakfast at Pax we got on the subway and went up to 86:th street. We haven’t been to much on the subway but after doing some math, we realized that in order to earn back the 25 dollar week long subway pass, and one fare costing two dollars, we had to ride thirteen times. So today we rode like hell. But let’s not get in front of ourselves.

Today was a bit cooler, only around C 33-34 degrees so we decided to give Central Park another chance. It was nice. We stood by the Jackie Kennedy Onassis reservoir for a while. Strange placid feeling in the middle of the big city.

Before we entered Central Park we passed by the Guggenheim Museum (and popped in to the museum store). Unfortunately both exterior and interior is under heavy renovation so: no museum tour for us.

After walking around a bit we re-grouped in the hotel (the real reason for going back to the hotel was me, the Don, having to change shirts since it is so hot I sweat like a… like a lot).

With a new shirt we again went down to what has become my favourite part of New York: the East village. We went in search of sneakers, which I have desperately been looking for the whole week. At first we didn’t find them, we found a nice coffee shop, a nice Italian restaurant, a nice market, a nice second hand shop and then there they were; the sneakers from sneaker heaven sent to me by the sneaker god and so on and stuff (God damns it!)

We walked some more on Broadway passing New York University which also lies in a nice neighborhood. One thing though; Niklas from Niklas mat can shove a glove up his rove… (Ok it’s not actually his fault but in part, he is to blame… for what, I don’t know.) We went to find the Dessert truck which supposedly was supposed to be there, according to the website that is. It wasn’t. We asked an old lady by the road selling sunglasses. She said “Sometimes it comes, sometimes it doesn’t.” It didn’t today. But that’s ok because before we couldn’t find the truck which didn’t come; we had Mojitos! 

Back to the hotel!

As we went back out, getting out of the hotel, standing on E 42nd street, facing west, seing the sun set, I saw a police car pulling another car, a Mercedes with a woman driver, over. The police men, two of them got out of their car and proceeded to walk towards the Merc. The police on the driver side of the Merc started talking. I, standing to far from the conversation, imagined the police man sounded a bit like this:

“I’m a police man and you shut up get on the ground drug dealer!” Reeeespeckt my ATHORATIIIIIIIIII!

After that we took the subway to Timer Sq. were we had dinner at Appelbees.

Picture one: Camilla at JKO Reservoir Central Park
Picture two: Coolest part of New York


 

New York day 5 – New York?! More like New Bastu!

Ok! So what did we do today?
We started the morning by waking up to police sirens, fire engine sirens and ambulance sirens as we do every morning. You would think that having a hotel room on the 28:th floor wold help to keep then noise of the city away but no. It might be that there’s just one glass windows or that the sounds reflect of the tall buildings. Mind you this is no complaint; it’s just the way it is here in New Bastu… sorry, New York.

After we had gotten up and gotten dressed we went out into the heat and before I say anything els I want to talk a little about the heat (I know I’ve done it already but I don’t think you understand how severe the situation is).

We walk out of the hotel into a wall of warm. For every full day that we have been here it’s gotten warmer. The first day was C 38,3 degrees and today it must have reached over C 40 degrees… and that’s in the shade. How warm do you think it down in the subway or in the sun? And it’s not just New York that has got strange weather for the season, all of America is upside down (as I am writing this a thunderstorm just rolled in over town with lots of lightning and thunder… let’s hope for some rain); in the west it’s to cold, in the middle the cows have to learn how to swim because of extensive raining, and here it’s warm as you wouldn’t believe. Yesterday evening at 2300h it was about C 33 degrees. Get that! (There is really a lot of lightning now… I think I’ll unplug the power cord from my computer… there, done.) 

So on to today. The first thing we did was to get on the subway and head on up to central park. We just gor to se the most southern part of it. It was so warm we couldn’t be outside. I have never experienced that heat has gotten to me physically in this way. It makes you nauseous. (It’s lightning like hell!) So we started to walk down 5:th avenue instead. Going in to every other air conditioned shop just to keep cool. On 5:th avenue you have all the luxury shops. We passed Prada, Gucci and naturally H&M, the worlds largest (I have no fact supporting my claim) H&M, which we just had to go in to (not I, I did it under protest). We also went into Saks, a famous department store, were Camilla got pampered (as depicted below).

After all the walking we had to get a coffee. We, as we always do though Tullan now seem to hate it, went to Starbucks, this time in Trump Tower, a copper an marble dream (or perhaps nightmare… I’m leaning towards nightmare).

Back at the hotel we chilled for a while watching Greece-Sweden on the TV (yup they showed it here on ESPN2). Goooooo Sweden, Zlatko!

Yesterday when we were at Westchester mall we went into a store called Express. The sales clerk there recommended that we eat dinner at a place called Dallas BBQ so tonight we did. Oh my god! Matkoma big time! Really good food.

After that we just walked around for a while.
Tomorrow will be our last full day here. I wonder what we’ll do?

Double picture deluxe:
One: Me, the Don, Kid Kommando, Kobra Kai, in Central park
Two: Camilla being pampered in Saks

 

New York day 4 – more of America

So last night we went here; Jackson Hole. I can’t speak for the others but the burger I had there, a cheeseburger with bacon and mushrooms, was the best burger I’ve ever had in my hole life and I have had many burgers. So since nothing will top this burger I won’t be posting the eats any more. I don’t think that was a fun segment anyway…

Ok. So what did we de do today?
Well Tullans friend took us for a bit of a road trip. We went to a town called White Plains in upstate New York (New York state that is). Once there we went to a mall called Wetchester mall. I always wantet to go to a real American mall. That’s why we did it. It was brilliant, and air conditioned. This was the third day in a row with temperature of F 100+ degrees, that’s around C 40 degrees. Pretty hot.

After er had went around Westchester mall for four hours Tullans friend Loretta and her friend Lisa took us out of the state of New York and into the state of Connecticut in to a town, a really small, nice American town, called Greenwich. More than a bit of a change from the big city but it was great. It seems like we because of that experience added a dimension to our trip.

Picture of the day: The Ginger Man, a Bar in Greenwich.

New York day 3 – Same same

Ok. Another day, more heat. Just as warm, if not warmer, today then yesterday. We just walk around town laughing. It’s ridiculous!

Last night we went out for Mexican. We soon after going out found ourselves in a restaurant called Tequilaville. We should have taken the not so funny name as an omen. We ordered frozen margaritas and food. The margaritas were all liquor, so strong, and the food was so-so (if you speak Swedish and preferably Göteborska you would say that the food: va la sådäär…).

We’ve done a bit of celebrity spotting. We’ve seen two of them; one American and one Swedish; David Byrne, the lead singer of the band Talking Heads and Björne! We’ve seen Björne! Jörgen Lantz, the man inside the bearsuite is staying at our hotel! How cool is that!? (Not so cool, I know.)

So, on to what we’ve been doing today: pretty much the same as we did yesterday. We’ve been shopping, eating and giong in to bars. Tullans friend Loretta joined us from Connecticut. We went into a “real American bar” the kind you see on TV, with a pool table and a bar and… well, just a ordinary bar I guess. We also went to a bar called The View wich is a hotel lounge bar at the Marriot Marquis in Times Sq. The bar is located on the 48:th floor and it’s revolving. Quite a view up there. That’s about it for today.

Todays eats: Pax, Starbucks, some bar in the East Village, Amy’s Bread, some bar in the West Village, Silver Spur, The View and then Pax again for cheesecake!

 

New York day 2 – Air conditioners rule!

I’ve talked a bit about the weather on previous posts. About how hot it has been in Sweden, in Göteborg. About for how long the sun has been shining (on Göteborg that is). It has been sunny for son long i Göteborg that I started to wish for rain. I’m such a dumb ass.

Before we went to New York I checked what kind of weather it was over there (now over here). It was nice. A bit clody, around C 21 degrees… Yeah right!
We watched some TV yesterday night before we went to bed. We watched the weather. The weather man spoke of a “possibly lethal heat wave”! So today when we went out on the town to shop… F 101 degrees which in plain other languages is C 38,3 degrees! Add to that 256 million cars and a gazillion people! Really nice… But we didn’t let the heat stop us and we thank air conditioners for that. Every store we went in to was a cold heaven.

Our day started with with breakfast. Then we took the subway down to Battery Park, on the very most southern part of Manhattan, where we got coffees and from a far watched the statue of liberty. Then the walking began. From Battery Park to ground zero to Canal St. to Broadway and all around the Tribeca SoHo area. Then we took the subway back to Times Sq. and walked back to our hotel. Despite the heat we got a bit of shopping done.

Today’s eats: Pax Wholesome Food, Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robbins, Au Bon Pain.
Soon were going out to dinner. Fore some reason we think it’ll be Mexican tonight.

Picture of the day: Tullan trying out some shades (which she didn’t buy).