Flygplats blues

Nu sitter jag på flygplatsen, ute i alldeles för god tid. Jag har tråkigt. Flyget går om 1h och 20min och jag är redan vid gaten. Katastrof. Livet på kanten är klart att föredra framför det här ansvarsfulla livet fyllt med framförhållning och annat tjafs. Nästa gång ska jag va den som alla får vänta på. Dom som muttrar och blir sura kan dra åt helvete, jag slipper ju i alla fall ha tråkigt och det är huvudsaken.

Fail and redemption

To hell with the new WordPress app. I just lost 3 posts because of it. If the app ha the ability to comprehend such things, I would be writing a very angry letter to it right now. It would start with ‘To whom it may concern’. I want to write letters beginning with that line, but rarely do I get the chance to do so.

The posts were:

1. A rant about how mom and dad know a Swedish guy who knows an Australian guy who knows a Swedish guy who’s a pilot. He flew us to Rottest Islan over a day and it was a great experience. On the island, I learned the hard way that Aussie bikes have the rear brake on the right side. Not a great experience.

2. The most genial and interesting movie of all times. Possibly?

3. A christmas present, fake unfortunately, to be put in the charity Christmas box thing at work. This years charity is children with parents in prison. Hilarious.

Classical music, big guns and a $16 T-Bone

Does’nt it sound amazing? It was just that. A great day/night spent with my favourite person(s) in the world (I had to add the plural option in case my mom and dad read this).

I like steak. And for $16, I love steak.

The West Australian Symphony Orchestra held a concert in the park right near the bell tower and it was amazing. Good music, incredible atmosphere and the grand finale had the 7th battery (whatever Aus army) firing artillery cannons and a bell tower on crack. It was cool. I imagine they guy in charge of the cannons being like Cody in tropic thunder when he sets off the big charge – “Big ass titties!”

That is all.

Captain’s Log, Stardate 3.3

Forgot about the ABBA camper. How sick is that?

I want it. My birthday is February 13th. Note the date, make it happen.

Rabble

I haven’t slept enough this week. But what am I to do when there is work all day and then pretty women, FIFA, books and useless hanging around to fill the rest of the days 14-15 hours? On one hand, sleeping is great. On the other hand, sleeping is boring because you can’t experience anything. You can experience dreams, you might say. Well, apart from the possible awesomeness of the content, dreams are shit. You can barely remember them, especially after a while, and nothing actually happened, so you can’t get no street cred for your actions or conquests. To hell with them.

I don’t know where that came from. Dreams are harmless.

I think we can conclude that I do not sleep enough, and that’s about it.

/J

This is (not?) what I’m supposed to do

I’m blogging from work for the first time, surprisingly enough. I realized that I haven’t posted anything while at Adcorp before and I can’t have that. How am I supposed to stay in tune with my generation if I’m not neglecting my work duties and spending at least a few hours every day with loitering on the web doing nothing?

That is all.

/J

My main man, Darren

We walk in to this bar, eager to get a drink and turn the party up a notch. Vodka shots all round and a long island ice tea for me.

Me: How much are the shots?

Bartender: Are you with Darren?

Me: What?

Bartender: Do you know Darren?

Me: Yeah, sure.

Bartender: The first round’s on Darren.

Me: OMG!!! (I didn’t really say that though)

As you can imagine, we all took the opportunity to order what we wanted, finish it and then get the hell out of dodge before Darren finds out and lays his vengeance upon us.

Moral lesson – We like Darren, he’s a champ.

Livsnjutare

That is one of the words, and I’m going out on a limb here, that the Swedish language is quite special in having. I like it. I aspire to be one. Basically it is just a person who seeks to enjoy every moment of life and takes whatever comes and makes the best of it. Me, Henrik and Rasmus had a real “livsnjutar” moment today. We went to the beach and hung out in the sun for a couple of hours. Me and Rasmus went for a swim and it was teeth-chatteringly cold. After that, we went up to the Cottesloe Beach Hotel and had a couple of pints in the afternoon sun. For some reason, we all got in a happy, carefree, almost giddy mood and nothing seemed to be bothering us. It might have been the intoxication of alcohol on an empty stomach, the pleasure of a warming sun in the surprisingly windy and mild afternoon or just the joy of being with friends that I like. It was the kind of moment that makes life beautiful.

Life is good. And if you want to, you can make it better just by accepting it.

Compensating for gayness and other trivialities

Along with the steadily improving weather, although backlashes into rainy gloom are annoingly frequent, I’m getting more and more into some sort of groove. What used to be weeks of unplanned nature and sporadic productivity have transformed into a tightly packed schedule of studies, work, handball and the occasional(!) inebriation. It’s exciting and although I feel I’ve still got a long way to go before I enter the world of real grown-ups it seems I am making some sort of progress towards it – it actually feels pretty nice.

I finished reading ‘Shantaram’ (Gregory David Roberts) the other day. Tremendously good read. An amazing story even if it turns out that only half of what the ex-con, prison escaping, drug dealing, jihad fighting philosopher of an Aussie writes is true. I picked up ‘Afrodites Tårar’ (Theodor Kallifatides) and it is nice to read something in Swedish every once in a while. In a moment of great longing for my home country I listened to Swedish radio on my iPod and read the simple yet thought provoking writings of the Greek-Swede. It has always interested me, how you can say so much by using very few words and simple means. I guess that is one big reason for why Copywriting interests me.

I’m getting a haircut in a few hours, at a place called Guys Grooming. It seems like a real good place – they offer every type of service that a metrosexual man could ever wish for. It is situated in Australia however, and with that comes a problem. In order to not scare away the manly consumers of the most macho country in the world, they need to compensate for the perception gayness that for some reason is linked to male grooming. They solve this problem in the same way they solve a lot of problems in Australia – with alcohol and violence. The customer gets a beer to accompany his service and a TV in front of him to watch sports on. Most likely a violent sport – like rugby. Say what you will, but it seems to be working. The place is as busy as a bee-hive and big brawny Aussies who otherwise might think twice about getting a facial treatment are now relishing the opportunity as they can drink beer and watch big men smash into each other while being groomed. Good on ya, mate.

That’s it, I better get back to my studies. I think this post was supposed to be longer from the beginning, but all of it disappeared when I tried to post it the first time so this is a re-write from memory and I probably missed a lot. Oh well, you’ll have to make do. Make it, I tell you.

/J

First day

Hot dang, it feels good to be employed. It also feels good to throw around southern-like expressions like hot dang. Try it. I could have chosen a british one, like ‘by George’, and probably have been equally satisfied, but in this case the southern charm won me over.

The job itself might not be to exciting, it’s mainly a lot of transactional work passing information between the advertiser, the media and the production department of the company. Still, it’s a step into the business that I want to work in when I graduate. It’s also a source of income. This is good.

Lots of stuff happening right now. One might even say that I’m happening and it is quite a thrilling experience, even though I will fall behind quite seriously in my slacking-off-activities.

I’ll manage.

/J