Paid a visit to the book fair here in Gothenburg in the early days of Autumn with my sisters. There I had the chance to listen to the Argentinian illustrator/author Isol who won the Astrid Lindgren award this year - which is the world´s largest award for children's literature. Just love her work - breathtaking, smart and amazing. I came eye to eye with writers, illustrators and journalists such as Sara Granér, Lena Sundström, Hanna Fahl, Martina Haag, Alexandra Pascalidou, Göran Greijder, Jonas Cramby and the rapper Petter (!). And sat next to Lawen Mohtadi whilst having a well deserved and heavenly prepared lunch watching the swedish culture bearers and keepers walk by. Think I need to tap into that culture pot soon again.
Saturday 23 November 2013
In touch with capital letters and magical sentences
Paid a visit to the book fair here in Gothenburg in the early days of Autumn with my sisters. There I had the chance to listen to the Argentinian illustrator/author Isol who won the Astrid Lindgren award this year - which is the world´s largest award for children's literature. Just love her work - breathtaking, smart and amazing. I came eye to eye with writers, illustrators and journalists such as Sara Granér, Lena Sundström, Hanna Fahl, Martina Haag, Alexandra Pascalidou, Göran Greijder, Jonas Cramby and the rapper Petter (!). And sat next to Lawen Mohtadi whilst having a well deserved and heavenly prepared lunch watching the swedish culture bearers and keepers walk by. Think I need to tap into that culture pot soon again.
Wednesday 20 November 2013
Hot tub! Add to the bony, I´m Tony
On these oh so very, very cold autumn days, my thoughts wander off to the early minutes and hours of the season when I complained about its chilliness, damned it for making me put on gloves and cursed it for putting the sun to sleep far to early. Those where the days!
Translation: Under dessa ack så otroligt kalla höstdagar (som har anlänt med pompa och ståt och raderat allt var sol och värme heter) vandrar mina tankar iväg till de första minuterna och timmarna på denna säsong då jag klagade över dess kylighet, svor över att händerna fick stoppas ner i handskar och förbannades över att solen gick och lade sig alldeles för tidigt. Det var härliga tider det!
Friday 15 November 2013
Thieving away
Theft is in my day-to-day life at the moment. A lot of thieving going around. A thieving spree to be just. It is not I in action, I´m the mere victim - if one can call me that.
A couple of nights ago someone got in to our studio at school and had a go on all of our stuff, the main attack though was on a mates external hard drive and camera - all neatly locked away in the drawer. Odd and bizarre, and strangely precise. No one else's drawer got lock-picked! The whole event got a lot worse when we found out that 8 years of work was on that hard drive. All gone. Forever. Going on eternity. And me? They took my stash of clay! The WHOLE stash…
That was one.
The other one is the incident at Hagabion (a fine little café/restaurant/pub in Haga) a month ago, or two, when we got together to celebrate our dear L on her birthday. We had a blast! It was one of those nights of just sitting and talking and laughing and enjoying each others company. More and more people dropped by and to soon the evening came to an end. As we were the last ones there, and the place was closing down, we gathered our stuff and headed for the door when L suddenly threw her hands in the air and exclaimed that her bag was gone. Just to clarify. Of the whole party of eight, L is the only one not from Sweden. An exchange student away from home and family, experiencing a new culture and way of life. Up till now, during her stay in our country, she´d already had her bike stolen. And now it was time again. And her bag was an effing gold mine. Two phones (one with a swedish number, the other from back home), all of her cards, information and numbers, her house keys (she´s renting a room in a family household), the address and not to forget her wallet with 1500 swedish crowns in cash. Bah! What an end to a fantastic night, and a birthday celebration. Calls were made to the police, a pain to get in touch with her host family, calling home to her mum and dad to get all cards and phone blocked, needless to say - the night ended way pass the intended hours.
To top it off. A couple of days later she got her cell phone bill. The result; some hundreds of euros. And that was even though she managed to block the phone within two hours after it had been stolen. Now that´s a proper birthday gift!
The week after, W got mugged in broad day light on his way to work. A douchebag on a bike actually grabbed the phone out of Ws hands and vanished down the street at full throttle. The nerve! W then spend one hour cruising the neighborhoods in the back seat of a police car. Now that is action!
So what happens next week? Well, if I´ll have a guess - something will be stolen?
A couple of nights ago someone got in to our studio at school and had a go on all of our stuff, the main attack though was on a mates external hard drive and camera - all neatly locked away in the drawer. Odd and bizarre, and strangely precise. No one else's drawer got lock-picked! The whole event got a lot worse when we found out that 8 years of work was on that hard drive. All gone. Forever. Going on eternity. And me? They took my stash of clay! The WHOLE stash…
That was one.
The other one is the incident at Hagabion (a fine little café/restaurant/pub in Haga) a month ago, or two, when we got together to celebrate our dear L on her birthday. We had a blast! It was one of those nights of just sitting and talking and laughing and enjoying each others company. More and more people dropped by and to soon the evening came to an end. As we were the last ones there, and the place was closing down, we gathered our stuff and headed for the door when L suddenly threw her hands in the air and exclaimed that her bag was gone. Just to clarify. Of the whole party of eight, L is the only one not from Sweden. An exchange student away from home and family, experiencing a new culture and way of life. Up till now, during her stay in our country, she´d already had her bike stolen. And now it was time again. And her bag was an effing gold mine. Two phones (one with a swedish number, the other from back home), all of her cards, information and numbers, her house keys (she´s renting a room in a family household), the address and not to forget her wallet with 1500 swedish crowns in cash. Bah! What an end to a fantastic night, and a birthday celebration. Calls were made to the police, a pain to get in touch with her host family, calling home to her mum and dad to get all cards and phone blocked, needless to say - the night ended way pass the intended hours.
To top it off. A couple of days later she got her cell phone bill. The result; some hundreds of euros. And that was even though she managed to block the phone within two hours after it had been stolen. Now that´s a proper birthday gift!
The week after, W got mugged in broad day light on his way to work. A douchebag on a bike actually grabbed the phone out of Ws hands and vanished down the street at full throttle. The nerve! W then spend one hour cruising the neighborhoods in the back seat of a police car. Now that is action!
So what happens next week? Well, if I´ll have a guess - something will be stolen?
Thursday 14 November 2013
draw it, cut it, paste it, save it, change it, check it, quick - redraw it.
So there we go. Once again we have found ourselves on the other side of the tunnel - after 12 days straight of model making, drawing sections and perspectives, inventing new diagrams (ending up with copies), unconsciously snatching someone else's laser printing time - twice! - (and yes, they just stood their without telling us of!), almost filling the entire workshop with smoke, cut out models wrong (destroying our material several times) and had final presentations not wanting to be printed. Did I mention the box we are sitting in without oxygen to live of?
The critique came, the critique ended, and so we grabbed our bags and coats and headed for a well deserved, heavily needed beer. To our delight the rest of the class found our doings to be exactly what they themselves needed and decided to tag along. So we led the way, and we led them well.
Translation: Efter en lång 12-dagars skolvecka förtjänade vi en kall öl på fantastiska kårhuset. Det tyckte resten av klassen med.
Tuesday 5 November 2013
Flatter me some more, why don´t ya'!
The strangest thing.
After a stop for some beers one saturday night at a local pub, where a friend of mine had a small gathering, me and my dearest follower P strolled down to Magasinsgatan to meet up with our peeps that had been occupying a table at the lovable Puta Madre. Drinks where ordered, wine was drunk, laughter echoed down the street. We were sitting on the terrace with our minds engaged in the story of how one in the squad had stalked the guy she was potentially dating. The subject of conversation was planning on dropping by later that evening.
So we waited - anticipated - upon his arrival. Mind you that we are all from out of town, out of region I would say - no natives in this group ma'am - and so goes for the boy that she had met. As he, all of a sudden, emerged in front of us, we were to busy fixating our eyes, thoughts and calculating minds on his appearance to actually notice that there were two more sets of legs standing beside us, waiting to be acknowledged - the date had brought his two friends along with him. And as I slowly turned my head to the left, my eyes stumbled upon a familiar shape and a noise escaped through my mouth. The words: You gotta be kidding! made the hole company go silent.
I turned my head away in pure surprise. Glancing back, as he laughed, I was certain - the familiar shape was a face of an old classmate. For six years we had been in the same class, which was five years ago, and now we randomly stumbled upon each other in a new town through new mutual friends. There was a lot of laughter when the spotlight of attention was aimed at us, instead of the two future lovebirds.
But this was just a small detour though of the actual story that needs to be told. Hear, hear!
Sitting on the terrace with the party of six, the boys had left us, sipping on my wine, suddenly a comment was aimed towards me. You know what, you look like Alexa Chung!
Me?! Ms. A. Chung? Well, yes please, say that again! But after further investigation, turning to the almighty cellphone and the source of Google to have some comparison made, we brought it down a notch - I remind them of A. Chung. The style, my appearance, my hair, the way I dress. Well, good enough for me, I say!
Anywho, my point is - to summarize the agenda of the post - I'm in a desperate need of a haircut and I´ve decided to go my look-a-like's way of doing it. The appointment has been booked. Chop - chop!
After a stop for some beers one saturday night at a local pub, where a friend of mine had a small gathering, me and my dearest follower P strolled down to Magasinsgatan to meet up with our peeps that had been occupying a table at the lovable Puta Madre. Drinks where ordered, wine was drunk, laughter echoed down the street. We were sitting on the terrace with our minds engaged in the story of how one in the squad had stalked the guy she was potentially dating. The subject of conversation was planning on dropping by later that evening.
So we waited - anticipated - upon his arrival. Mind you that we are all from out of town, out of region I would say - no natives in this group ma'am - and so goes for the boy that she had met. As he, all of a sudden, emerged in front of us, we were to busy fixating our eyes, thoughts and calculating minds on his appearance to actually notice that there were two more sets of legs standing beside us, waiting to be acknowledged - the date had brought his two friends along with him. And as I slowly turned my head to the left, my eyes stumbled upon a familiar shape and a noise escaped through my mouth. The words: You gotta be kidding! made the hole company go silent.
I turned my head away in pure surprise. Glancing back, as he laughed, I was certain - the familiar shape was a face of an old classmate. For six years we had been in the same class, which was five years ago, and now we randomly stumbled upon each other in a new town through new mutual friends. There was a lot of laughter when the spotlight of attention was aimed at us, instead of the two future lovebirds.
But this was just a small detour though of the actual story that needs to be told. Hear, hear!
Sitting on the terrace with the party of six, the boys had left us, sipping on my wine, suddenly a comment was aimed towards me. You know what, you look like Alexa Chung!
Me?! Ms. A. Chung? Well, yes please, say that again! But after further investigation, turning to the almighty cellphone and the source of Google to have some comparison made, we brought it down a notch - I remind them of A. Chung. The style, my appearance, my hair, the way I dress. Well, good enough for me, I say!
Anywho, my point is - to summarize the agenda of the post - I'm in a desperate need of a haircut and I´ve decided to go my look-a-like's way of doing it. The appointment has been booked. Chop - chop!
It is the second photo from the left that will accompany me to the hair salon tomorrow after noon. Happy days.
Monday 4 November 2013
Here´s them underground queens and kings
Went underground today, exploring the tunnels and passages of a lost past. Badly constructed they waisted their purpose and forfeited to decay and darkness. Useless and worthless they were alas forgotten, as was the old longboat of the vikings from the city museum stored within them. Our expedition served as an investigation for a current project at school - working with layers of the city through vertical connections and movements… ah, these architects.
Entering the undergrounds of Gothenburg.
We found a hole that we (read some of us) could not resist crawling in through - result: a narrow but, oh so, tall space on the other side that will be a perfect reference to our project.
Saturday 2 November 2013
I told my kids I ate all their halloween candy
Hey, it is a tradition. The two boys in the end, that actually got invited to the show a couple of weeks later, are brilliant. They make my day each Halloween. Once again the challenge has been proposed. It´s on kids!
Translation: Pojkarna i slutet är ett opium för min kropp. Har väntat ett helt år på detta. Precis vad man behöver i stundande höstmörker - skratt, skratt och återigen skratt.
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