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