Portishead @ Portishead
35 minutes of musical goodness.
22 April 2008
21 April 2008
11 April 2008
Back in Helsinki
I left Kuala Lumpur airport seven hours before this happened.
12 hours flight in economy class (cramped, bumpy, but the inflight thingy was my friend until the very end) from Kuala Lumpur to Frankfurt, arrived 35 mins late, missed my connecting flight to Helsinki. Had to spend four hours in the grey speck of boredom that is Frankfurt International Airport. I've seen morgues with more joie de vivre.
Big kudos to the Finnair people for great inventiveness when mr. German security man told me I couldn't bring my sealed whiskey with me. It arrived in one piece.
Anyway, the Asia trip was a nice experiment in working while travelling. This is the output:
I left Kuala Lumpur airport seven hours before this happened.
12 hours flight in economy class (cramped, bumpy, but the inflight thingy was my friend until the very end) from Kuala Lumpur to Frankfurt, arrived 35 mins late, missed my connecting flight to Helsinki. Had to spend four hours in the grey speck of boredom that is Frankfurt International Airport. I've seen morgues with more joie de vivre.
Big kudos to the Finnair people for great inventiveness when mr. German security man told me I couldn't bring my sealed whiskey with me. It arrived in one piece.
Anyway, the Asia trip was a nice experiment in working while travelling. This is the output:
03 April 2008
Tor
Tor er ikke bare hyggelig og dritflink til å lage tegneserier, han er også flink til å si bra ting i avisen.
Så deler av 90's Love song i fjor sommer og det jeg så gikk Ser du meg nå en høy gang. Og det er på ingen måte ment å rakke ned på den boka, for den var helt nydelig.
Tor er ikke bare hyggelig og dritflink til å lage tegneserier, han er også flink til å si bra ting i avisen.
Så deler av 90's Love song i fjor sommer og det jeg så gikk Ser du meg nå en høy gang. Og det er på ingen måte ment å rakke ned på den boka, for den var helt nydelig.
02 April 2008
Truth stranger than fiction
Sometimes reality jumps up and bites you. I did this Facts from the World strip about out-of-the-ordinary meatproducts. Four years roll by and this hits the market:
Meatwater
I'm not implying that the producers took my idea, I'm just flabbergasted that ANYONE could go to investors asking for funds to produce MEATWATER. Did they just get some financing guy drunk and got his signature?
But the website rocks, with pictures of runners, dancers and athletes, all somehow fueled by a nice lukewarm glass of Dirty Hot Dog.
Sometimes reality jumps up and bites you. I did this Facts from the World strip about out-of-the-ordinary meatproducts. Four years roll by and this hits the market:
Meatwater
I'm not implying that the producers took my idea, I'm just flabbergasted that ANYONE could go to investors asking for funds to produce MEATWATER. Did they just get some financing guy drunk and got his signature?
But the website rocks, with pictures of runners, dancers and athletes, all somehow fueled by a nice lukewarm glass of Dirty Hot Dog.
01 April 2008
24 March 2008
More impressions while figuring out how five to ten in the eve can be five to five in the morning
1900
I promise myself to read at least 100 pages of the Iggy Pop bio before checking where we are again. I'm still amazed that we are flying over Afghanistan. 10 000 m below me my fellow expats are fighting for peace, prosperity, happiness and cute kittens. I love cute kittens.
2000
I learn some Malay phrases, using the entertainment thingy. The number 4 in malay is "empat", which sounds scifi. Salt is Garam, like the finnish tv-cook. Sami Salt?
2100
I give up trying to sleep, only to doze off watching No Country for Old Men. I get strange dreams mixed in with the movie. Did they all fly in that part really?
Local time in Kuala Lumpur is 0400. They wake everybody to give us orange juice.
2200 (KL 0500)
The stewards all have green blazers and bowties, which makes them look a bit like they play in a dance band. When one of them smilingly asks me about my stay in Malaysia, i realise I know nothing about Malaysia whatsoever. He reels off a huge list of places to which I smile benignily and try to change the subject.
2350 (KL0650)
The doors open and I enter Kuala Lumpur airport. The australian chick behind me remarks that this place feels like entering the tropical birdcage at the zoo.
1900
I promise myself to read at least 100 pages of the Iggy Pop bio before checking where we are again. I'm still amazed that we are flying over Afghanistan. 10 000 m below me my fellow expats are fighting for peace, prosperity, happiness and cute kittens. I love cute kittens.
2000
I learn some Malay phrases, using the entertainment thingy. The number 4 in malay is "empat", which sounds scifi. Salt is Garam, like the finnish tv-cook. Sami Salt?
2100
I give up trying to sleep, only to doze off watching No Country for Old Men. I get strange dreams mixed in with the movie. Did they all fly in that part really?
Local time in Kuala Lumpur is 0400. They wake everybody to give us orange juice.
2200 (KL 0500)
The stewards all have green blazers and bowties, which makes them look a bit like they play in a dance band. When one of them smilingly asks me about my stay in Malaysia, i realise I know nothing about Malaysia whatsoever. He reels off a huge list of places to which I smile benignily and try to change the subject.
2350 (KL0650)
The doors open and I enter Kuala Lumpur airport. The australian chick behind me remarks that this place feels like entering the tropical birdcage at the zoo.
Impressions
0830 sunday morning:
I say bye to Tanja, the cats and the rabbits before getting in the cab. The cabbie is a north african with a maxi taxi and no winter tyres. We skid our way to the airport to the sound of swedish jazz on the car radio.
0930
We lift off to Stockholm and I realise I got no anxiety of flying, which is great. We get microwaved paper with cheese.
1020
At Arlanda I take the shuttle bus to terminal 5. I get the bus all to myself. I feel pampered by this. Strange.
1040
After watching my neighbour queues speed past me I check in for the Malaysia flight.
Best part is watching a guy in a golf sweater admonish his family repeatedly that they can't take their soda past the security gates, then ceremoniously drinking the remainder of three soda bottles.
1050
Stealing electricity from Arlanda airport to check email. Nobody send mails on easter morning.
1230
Ushered into a GIGANTIC plane. Malay stewardesses in green sarongs smiles permanently, which must get their cheeks all locked up.
Green sarong woman gives me a hot wet towel.
Green sarong woman gives me orange juice.
Green sarong woman gives me beer.
Green sarong woman takes back the soggy towel.
We lift off.
1240
Seatbelt lights goes off.
Green sarong woman gives me Chicken teriyaki with fried taters.
Somehow the plane has not exploded, crashed or been hijacked yet. I feel silly.
1250
The captain tells us all how pleased he is that we are travelling with him. I wonder how it is that flight captains all have thick accents and if dodgy english correlates with great flying skillz.
1400
I finally figure out the onboard entertainment thingy and realise we already have passed Moscow. The interactive map becomes a bit of an obsession for the next ten hours. It answers all my questions: Where are we now? How fast are we going? What direction is Mekka?
1700
We pass through some hardcore turbulence and I get reaquainted with my fear of death for a while, then just becoming bored and annoyed by the bumpy ride.
Two swedish middle aged guys sit down on the next aisle and get boozed up.
I open the window during an especially rough turn to see if we are pelted with rocks or something. The swedish guy goes all matey and makes some kinda joke (you won't see anything there, sonny). I pretend i don't understand swedish.
0830 sunday morning:
I say bye to Tanja, the cats and the rabbits before getting in the cab. The cabbie is a north african with a maxi taxi and no winter tyres. We skid our way to the airport to the sound of swedish jazz on the car radio.
0930
We lift off to Stockholm and I realise I got no anxiety of flying, which is great. We get microwaved paper with cheese.
1020
At Arlanda I take the shuttle bus to terminal 5. I get the bus all to myself. I feel pampered by this. Strange.
1040
After watching my neighbour queues speed past me I check in for the Malaysia flight.
Best part is watching a guy in a golf sweater admonish his family repeatedly that they can't take their soda past the security gates, then ceremoniously drinking the remainder of three soda bottles.
1050
Stealing electricity from Arlanda airport to check email. Nobody send mails on easter morning.
1230
Ushered into a GIGANTIC plane. Malay stewardesses in green sarongs smiles permanently, which must get their cheeks all locked up.
Green sarong woman gives me a hot wet towel.
Green sarong woman gives me orange juice.
Green sarong woman gives me beer.
Green sarong woman takes back the soggy towel.
We lift off.
1240
Seatbelt lights goes off.
Green sarong woman gives me Chicken teriyaki with fried taters.
Somehow the plane has not exploded, crashed or been hijacked yet. I feel silly.
1250
The captain tells us all how pleased he is that we are travelling with him. I wonder how it is that flight captains all have thick accents and if dodgy english correlates with great flying skillz.
1400
I finally figure out the onboard entertainment thingy and realise we already have passed Moscow. The interactive map becomes a bit of an obsession for the next ten hours. It answers all my questions: Where are we now? How fast are we going? What direction is Mekka?
1700
We pass through some hardcore turbulence and I get reaquainted with my fear of death for a while, then just becoming bored and annoyed by the bumpy ride.
Two swedish middle aged guys sit down on the next aisle and get boozed up.
I open the window during an especially rough turn to see if we are pelted with rocks or something. The swedish guy goes all matey and makes some kinda joke (you won't see anything there, sonny). I pretend i don't understand swedish.
22 March 2008
I fremtiden kommer tilbake til Aftenposten

Leverte for noen dager siden fem nye striper av I Fremtiden, som vil starte i Aftenposten daglig, fra og med 1. April.
jeg gleder meg.
Den observante leser har selvfølgelig fått med seg at I fremtiden allerede går hver lørdag i Dagsavisen, sammen med Are Kalvøs spalte. Ikke sant?

Leverte for noen dager siden fem nye striper av I Fremtiden, som vil starte i Aftenposten daglig, fra og med 1. April.
jeg gleder meg.
Den observante leser har selvfølgelig fått med seg at I fremtiden allerede går hver lørdag i Dagsavisen, sammen med Are Kalvøs spalte. Ikke sant?
16 March 2008
Nazca on Facebook
Just put up the Nazca artist page at Facebook.
Nazca joins the mindless minions of faceless corporate devilry or just a fun way to show what we are up to?
You decide here.
For more Nazca online community fun, go to the at the moment dormant website here, or the Youtube channel here or the Myspace profile here.
Just put up the Nazca artist page at Facebook.
Nazca joins the mindless minions of faceless corporate devilry or just a fun way to show what we are up to?
You decide here.
For more Nazca online community fun, go to the at the moment dormant website here, or the Youtube channel here or the Myspace profile here.
Jonathan gives us stories to play with
Jonathan Lethem has started something he calls the Promiscous Materials Project.
Open source philosophy applied to literature. Muy bueno!
I guess it's unnecessary to mention that he's a genius author too? If in doubt, check out Motherless Brooklyn.
Jonathan Lethem has started something he calls the Promiscous Materials Project.
These stories are for filmmakers or dramatists to adapt. They’re available non-exclusively -- meaning other people may be working from the same material -- and the cost is a dollar apiece.
There’s a simple written agreement to sign, which imposes a couple of restrictions, and that's it -- once you've paid your dollar and signed the agreement, you're free to adapt or mutate the story as you please.
Open source philosophy applied to literature. Muy bueno!
I guess it's unnecessary to mention that he's a genius author too? If in doubt, check out Motherless Brooklyn.
14 March 2008
Who is Karstein Volle in Finlandswedish?
In this fst interview, Karstein has slept far too little, but is in good spirits.
In this fst interview, Karstein has slept far too little, but is in good spirits.
12 March 2008
Boktid site is live!

The site for Boktid (Book Time), the tv programme I've been making comics for, is up.
For a special behind-the-scenes-featurette on the program, go here.
This of course begs the question if I should start blogging in swedish. For the moment, I'll let that question hang ominously in the air...
Anyways, broadcast time will be Fri 14/3 20:25 on FST5,
rerun sun 16/3 16:35 on the same channel.

The site for Boktid (Book Time), the tv programme I've been making comics for, is up.
For a special behind-the-scenes-featurette on the program, go here.
This of course begs the question if I should start blogging in swedish. For the moment, I'll let that question hang ominously in the air...
Anyways, broadcast time will be Fri 14/3 20:25 on FST5,
rerun sun 16/3 16:35 on the same channel.
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