Wednesday, October 29, 2008

One thing to do

Like the words of the majestic Jim Gaffigan; ever had one thing to do all day. And that one thing becomes a real, real hustle.
"I have to go to the post office today. But they’re only open ‘til five. Guess I probably have to put on pants too."

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Upload, convert and share

Should be so easy. That’s what the site does. All it does. It’s its sole purpose.
And yet, I have even emailed the co-founder of Slideshare and been a regular-mailer with their technical support.
Last they asked me if I had anything unusual on the 6th page (where the shit storm begins with an abrupt – nada) and what format it was. I replied and haven’t heard anything from them.
Last option now. All I need is a pc to try it on from.
I’m in such deep shit.
Thank god I'm going to Vegas soon.

Stupid runs

Just had some of my best runs. Like ever. And am I thrilled for that? Well, of course not.
First of all, it’s not hard doing a great run after you’ve spent running like a complete moron vertical for the past couple of months.
And just to spend some time in clean air is an injection itself.
But darn Nike+ (sorry – love you Apple and Nike) is not my comrade right now.
First of all it has spent a good few weeks messing with me and trying to tell me it’s either not inserted right or saying I’m not running. Which I’m clearly doing (you just have to trust me on this). And now when it’s functioning alright, it isn’t.
I’m running slower and shorter than I know I am. Now I can be a complete idiot here (probably) – but I’m sooo pissed off. When I do an amazing run – I do lower my PB every time) it’s still too slow.
Or it’s just me being a complete idiot again and having fooled myself for the last couple of years and this is just the worse reality shock ever for my ego.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Majestic dildo-tifo

Witnessed a proud moment of Swedish fans tonight. Went to the classic hockey match between rivals AIK (my team) and Leksand (my best friend’s team – and former player at AIK) and took a split decision in whom to route for.
The almighty, but weak, decision to cheer for every goal seemed to work pretty fine and when AIK gave Leksand their first defeat of the season I hid my smile.
Another player who’s played for both teams is Janne Huokko, now at Leksand. Last season he even was captain at Leksand. But abruptly quit just before the season was about to start.
No one understood anything and the lid was on.
Later he came back and everyone do know what has happened, but nothing is official.
AIK ignored that and welcomed Huokko with a stunning dildo-tifo at his former home arena at Hovet and it was pretty fun actually.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Much too bored to die

Not working has turned out to be more dreadful than expected. Try to tell that to a confused kid a couple of years ago and inform him he would type down these words.
That’s why I’m looking forward to my imminent trip to the states even more. My gosh. It’s gonna be more than awesome. It’s gonna be fantastic.
I’m gonna meet my friends from Amsterdam, Barry, Jon and his wife Miranda (only that is worth a trip in itself) and will do my best to hook up with some shops while there.
Well, how casual of you, Senor Beckett, “hook up”, eisssy.
Anyways. The only thing you should and can do is look forward. And I’m looking forward to this so much it’s putting a big smile on the kid’s face. Viva la now.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Internet access

Bought a new mobile almost solely to be able to use it as a modem to my laptop and surf around the web wherever I wanted to be. When that didn’t work out as planned (I’ll return to why, later, I’m still too furious to type about it) I started frequent the only free-Internet café I know.
And it’s great, the staff is nice and coffee good.
Except I feel like a complete moron.
I have the compulsory urge to buy something every half an hour or so. It’s really awkward to have become a regular here. Let alone how their prices make you feel.
Because I don’t want to. I’d rather sit in my underwear in the couch (or bed – if I want to) and scroll through the web however I chose to.
Now I sit buttoned up in a shirt and a straight back and immediately hide my Facebook page whenever a stranger, or even worse – the waitress – pass me by.

New York AND Las Vegas, baby

Had one of those ridiculous hang over Sunday’s again (tend to come on pretty regular basis now as a single).
Was stretching out in Erik’s sofa when he started mouth spraying about his trip to the big apple and straight to Vegas after, and that I should join.
Gave a moment too much of reflection about economy, time, work, global financial crisis in general and my very personal own one in particular, before I said, fuck it, let’s do it.
I probably won’t be hung over there a single time either.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Bowling and holy god

Got rudely awaked by a friend last Sunday.
"You have to come and bowl today, the girl I date wants to meet my friends", he yelled and I was still too drunk to grasp the seriousness in the situation, and happily accepted the invitation.
We ended up four guys and four girls, or should I say women, cause the woman he dates is none other than a, for Sweden, celebrity, and she was 40+, as we say. And so were her friends.
It was actually quite nice despite my team finished last. Of course I blame it on my teammate, cause after I my first beer of the day, I striked away.
Then, something very, very interesting happened. They invited us to join a Sunday holy moment in church. It was way too intriguing to decline, so we said yes. It was far from what I expected: it was a rock show.
A live band, young hot people, and a frantic crowd. Everything was rather nice, and then you heard the lyrics.
God here, Jesus there. And you started to realize that this is the “new” way of embracing god. The modern way. The 21st century way of accepting Jesus as your pilot.
Afterwards we were all quite…hmmm struck by the moment so to speak and I even had to take a long walk home to digest the perhaps weirdest hung over Sunday ever.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Back home again

And it’s absolutely weird. I keep asking myself, whatafack I am supposed to do back home. Stand in the roaring crowd in front of Stureplan at 5am and yell with the other wolves…
I do miss Shanghai.
The urge to find the next gig only multiplied before I left, and after my first weekend, tripled.
Now misunderstand me right, I love being home and see my family, friends and being able to surf freely on the web.
But that’s about it.
Things have changed so much since my last visit. Stockholm is, as always, a carbon copy of its yesterday’s self, but again as always, sometimes it’s not the place that changes when you go on a journey.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Last meal in Japan – Thai

But before you yell, booring, please be assured that the cool sushi place, where I planned to dine, was full. So I decided to go 'off-shore' and took a 'secret (not) elevator' down, to consume the 'heavy underground scene of Tokyo'.
And though it, too, was empty first (congrats at discovering the only two empty restaurants in Tokyo, Christian) they served delicious food.
HAI!See, I finished all on my plates.

Riding that pony

Subway experience

Took the underground to get to W+K Tokyo’s office and said hello. "That went well", said the boy as he cooled down at Starbucks with a Frappuccino, soaked in his own body fluids and a head that kept spinning from random nervousness.
It wasn’t that gruel actually, more of an experience in taking yourself further. On a personal level. Usually I just stay one step behind her, and let her do the directions, decisions and controlling. But this time I was one my own. The first step to my new life. What a grand last day in Tokyo.
HAI!Then this pretty monster to buildning caught my attention. It was masssive and quite, beautiful. And now I'm personally sad, that the camera phone doesn't capture the essence of it.
Damn you, Sony, damn you! Like no other, my ass.
This orange coach, is btw, the bus, I will for sure, miss tomorrow morning to the airport of Nakitora Tokyo!! - straight to Stockholm (excpet a lovely pitstop in Beijing for a couple of hours of course, meaning the chance to, still, end up in Chinese prison for my remaining days, remains).

Discoveries about Japanese women/girls so far:

• They can be stunningly beautiful (way more gorgeous than expected).
• They walk funny. With a knock-kneed gait.