One nightmare speaks to the other. Last night. Winter. Hardcore winter in july. It is not so much the global warmning as it is the confusion it creates. I have a job. I have a n e w job: To list what commercial oppurtunities this freak situation offers. JulyWinter.

"Because" says my new executive, 6 years younger than me: slick, welltrained, newly shaved, tanned, and generally just annoying "if the market can adapt the situation people will forget its anything than less ordinary, and thats our chance, thats our new stage: To stage it. To stage it as something of their choice, something personal. Consurmerism has one purpose..." he almost yells, and looks to the cieling out our hideous workscubic: "Consurmerism has just one purpose: To surpress anxieties!"

I hate the job. I try: "But the river is full of dead and poluted fish, and the city is being invaded by cockroaches the size of lemmings...How do I sell that shit?"

"Make the idiots forget. Make somebody clean it up, distract attention. Everything revolves around directions sucker! To be able to control in which direction people are looking and how we make them look that way at our will. Outta sight - outta mind, how many times do I have to tell you?"

Daylight come: New and interesting information about Denmarks withdrawal from Iraq. I wont comment here, just await and see if it blows up in the face of our government or if they - again - will suck it up and spit it out....

A humblE proposal for the upcoming election. Yes, VENSTRE you can purchase it by contacting...me:

WE SQUIRT - YOU SWALLOW!

paperspåse/ selfportrait, june 07.

today I have freshened up my flickr account with a few snapshots from the last six months. untill my lap is up and running accordingly to my needs, quality is random as I merly use my cellphone for shooting.

ok international

http://www.alsinger.com.au/

Happy Day Express.

With nearly every craftman and handyman out of my life, completing a one year around the clock reconstruction project of my apartment I am as happy as my all time favourite kiddie-star Little Marcy, the most persitant positive force to have surfaced since astroturf in the late fifties.

Happyness includes, being back on the net, an automatic dishwasher, volouptious deepfreeze, spacious doublebed, rooms for the kids, 2x3 parallel velux roofwindows, for ever in depted to neolibralism and on and on...goes the happy day express.

A lazy blogger no, Ive just been busy dying.


About a week ago primeminister Fogh Rasmussen finally granted journalist Bo Elkjær of Ekstra Bladet (danish tabloid) an interview about the danisk engaement in Iraq. Having waited no less than 671 dyas for the interview is was no surprise that the primeminister, newly tanned and always newly travveled, came well prepared. More prepared than Mr. Elkjær anywyas. Denial, denial, denial, was the general approach to any question, and the most stunning answer the primeminister offered to the Iraq gridlock was. "We gave them the offer to accept democracy, which they declined!"


Well they you have it. Those bloody arabic ignorants! They we are with all the wonders of war and they doubt the general idea: Well then, they dont d e s e r v e it, do they?


Coluld the clearcut new impelism stick out more sore? It reminded me of the a book I read as a kid called "Conquest of the World" - discriptions of early explorer such as Magellean, Colombus, Bering, Cook and others and...yes...have they more or less conquered the world, wit the bible in one hand and christianity in the other. Read, weap or get killed!

Depressed I flipped to the page of this here newspaper and tumbled upon that particular weeks isting of "most viewed tv-shows" in Denmark. Not of the ten listen was anything remotely contemporary. O yes, sports, but....the list consited of listings such as "Huset på Christinashavn", "Olsen Banden", "Danamrks Sødeste hund". "BAronessen på slottet" and more of the likings and each of the programs watched by between 400000 and 700000 indivudals. Its old news, I know, but its scary news, because basically it means that each night the democratic models offers this: Sit down, shot up watch mindnumbning shit! And thats what happens. Approximately 1,6 million danes, thats almost half the population, each night follow the same pattern and behaviour. Thats a good part of the democracy the ignorant bastard arabs declined. Allthough im sure they love watching tv too.


back to getting busy dying

Raja Bjarne.

Having had a summer of much turbulence, freaky deadly weather situations, killer heatwaves, the gridlock symbolic suicidebomb that is The Iraq War (also know as Enduring Freedom), it seems to me to be a good idea to point out to te teachings and ideals of being humble.

On sunday august 5th danish Raja Bjarne of TM (Trancendental Meditation, founded by Mahareshi Mahesh Yogi and in particular famed for rubbernecking with The Beatles one weekend in 1967), in Politiken tells about one of the perspectives of his work inside the TM Organisation: World Peace.

Having just bought the most expensive manor in Denmark (56 millioner kroner) he is now looking for 250 devoted people to form a collective meditation group, to secure or initiate: WorldPeace. But for this he is short of fonding, and his humble wish goes:

"It is not stricly neccesary with a 56 million kroner mansion. But the property is suited for other acticvities, and offers a good oppurtunity to prove that TM is more than a joke or a trip. Thats it is not a secterian utopia, but that we have clear knowledge and technology, which have helped - basically - every one who ever attended a seminar here. But we still need economic support to establish the group, that can secure WorldPeace..."

See, humbleness. Is that too much to ask?

vacatione tranquile a la playa tavira. nos vemos companieros y hermanos.

A lazy blogger yes, but lazy oh no:
The apartment project is two weeks from complete. I am but a rampling bio-capitalist, the my longues full of praise.
And I celebrate with vacation: Portugal come saturday. Algarve, where I havnt roamed since the late 80s. I love coming back to places that meant stuff. To see if they still do and if they do, control.

Tranquile.

This weekend offers me a four day trip to Switzerland.

I drew this image of Matterhorn repeatedly, almost compulsive, as a kid, not since having defined if its actually in Austria or Switzerland. I intend to find out.

long nights in june to see things disappear
the longer the friendship the loss the longer gone
the more loss the more space for stillness
the more stillness
the more
shrude

the shape of summer