kom och dansa lite - mimikry

Hon tog på sig sin vitaste klänning
ställde sig vid spegeln och sa:
"Spegel, spegel på väggen där,
vem är vackrast i världen idag?"

Svaret blev lika som alltid,
"Kom tillbaka till mig nästa dag,
säg 'spegel, spegel på väggen där',
kanske du får det svar du vill ha

Spegel, spegel på väggen där,
vem är vackrast, säg är det jag?

Kom och dansa lite,
ja kom och dansa här med mig
jag vill dansa natten lång med dig min flicka


Last time I wrote I was whining, so now it's time to dig up the positive thinking. It's been an overly calm day this far, that's been spent with sleeping until 11:30 and then mostly cleaning.

Gotta say, that big window is a smaller odyssey to embark upon when cleaning. I don't know how close I've been to falling out, not to mention how many times.

The guy that designed those windows's got to be retarded though.

Anyhow, the day has as stated mostly been spent with cleaning. When actually settling down by the computer again and keeping on with my only existing hobby, gathering music, I happened to find a torrent containing Uppsamlingsheatet by Mimikry, which made me enter a frantic Mimikry-search.

It took me an hour or an hour and a half, but then I came to think of this song, that actually only was released in 50 examples. And well, not really released: Kom och dansa lite was thrown out in the crowd at a few randomly chosen concerts with Mimikry in 2006. It's downloadable from their web-page for only 5:- though, and now it's also available as torrent *hrm* at Oink's *double-hrm*.

No Maths's been done this far. Which sucks bad, but I'm working on it. Tomorrow'll be spent with Maths all through though. The whole day will be one long private Maths-lesson with my dad, or at least that's what I think. Well, the shit's got to be done.

When cleaning out my bag I happened to find a few notes that I made on a bus trip from Lund just a week or two ago. And since I've got the time, I'm now publishing it here; Enjoy.

Linje 6 070404 22:40
Man hinner observera mer än man ibland önskar som pendlare. Utöver att notera hur många lodisar och enligt populär benämning fjortisar som tar busen så brottas jag även med en rädsla att slita ut åsynen av solnedgången och likaså en lust att, så fort något yngel/kräk sätter sig längst bak i bussen (observera att jag allt som oftast sitter näst längst bak i bussen) och med sin flashiga och onödigt dyra mobiltelefon början spela den senaste gallan som spytts ut ur hip-hop/r'n'b-världen, slita ur dennes inälvor med ett aggressivt frustande om vad som egentligen är musik och sedan mata ovan benämnda yngel/kräk med tidigare nämnda inälvor till tonerna av "Killer Queen". För att inte tala om att det är rätt ohyfsat attmed ointellektuell blick och framtoning börja spela hög musik i en buss full av pendlare. Pendlare är människor under press. Och människor under press kan explodera.

Men utöver solnedgången och de okulturella kräk som vågar sig på mitt revir /Linje 6 Lund-Ystad) så får jag även tid att observera andra saker, de små detaljerna i vilka varje buss skiljer sig från andra. Klottret på sätena, mängden stoppning utsliten ur sätena längst bak, och allmäna skavanker. Till exempel så fattas på min favoritplats en stoppknapp på en buss, och på en annan plågas jag av ett defekt fläktreglage.

Nu har jag upptäckt ytterligare en sak. I ögonhöjf, vid i praktiken vartenda säte vid fönster, är det suddigt. Förnärmat undrar jag vad det är som stör min utsikt över alltifrån tomma fält till tomma byar till ett tomt Ystad och vid en nära inspektion visar det sig vara någon sorts fettig substans.

Med mitt inre öga kan jag se hur en morgontrött pendlare tillåter sig att sluta ögonen, för bara en liten stund, bara den där korta biten mellan Veberöd Öster och Dalby, och sedan förblir sovande tills bussan rullar in vid Universitetssjukhuset och den stackars saten tvingas springa till jobbet på Arkivgatan.

Bussarna är elakt utformade och inbjuder inte till sömn. Men om man har sådan tur att det inte sitter en storväxt luns bredvid en så kan man sitta lite snett och luta sig mot den vibrerande rutan, vilket inte fan är bekvämt, men man kan iallafall somna. Skånetrafikens bussar är på väg att vinna en Darwin Award för mest effektivt dödande av passagerare.

Hursomhelst, i våra upplysta tidevarv då en välsvarvad frisyr är ett steg mot framgång (liksom i fallet om du är kvinna, en välsvarvad häck) och vår sociala status avgörs av utseendet och utformingen av armar, ben och magar och, för kvinnorna tydligen både tuttar och armhålor så är det klart att man vill se proper ut på morgonen. Och om klockan är halv sex på morgonen så är det sälvklart att man om man suktar efter framgång har fettat in håret ordentligt med Garniers senaste klet innan man bordar den gula sardinburken varje morgon.

Och nu har hårvårdsproduktsförbrukningen (whoa, vilket ord!) nått så kritiska nivåer att jag endast kan se Konsum-skylten i Veberöd som i dimma. Uråldriga lager av hårvårdsprodukter skymmer min syn.

Vi har blivit lite som de där människorna i Jean M. Auels evinnerliga böcker.

"Hårvaxets folk".

Well, that's all I've got for you, my readers, for now. Leave me a comment, and I'll see you soon again, the weekend is short.

Cheers!

en söt liten flicka - lars winnerbäck

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fat bottomed girls - queen

Hey listen here,
Now I got mortgages on homes
I got stiffness in my bones
Ain't no beauty queens in this locality (I tell ya!)
Oh, but I still get my pleasure
Still got my greatest treasure.
Heap big woman you done made a big man out-of me!

Now get this!

Oh, (i know),
you gonna take me home tonight (please)
oh, down beside that red firelight
Oh, you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Get on your bikes and ride!

16 days. It's been 16 effin' days since I last updated. Honestly, that sucks. Well, I blame lack of motivation, lack of time, lack of sleep, and an overload of homework to cram in between school and the little spare time that I actually have got. Now I've got both time and a subject though, and thereby I return to the blog. I promise, or I at least hope that I won't stay away from it this long anymore.

Alas, the studies, yes... They are taking a lot of time now. And that's blasted, but what can I do?

Today: 8th of March. Two great happening are occurring on this day:

• Me celebrating two months with Ems


• International Women's Day

Not too much to say about first thing. Two months simply, and I met up with her a little earlier this morning. And I even miss her now, even though I saw her just a few hours ago. Well, in averagely 10½ hours I will see her again, and that's very good.

And to the next matter, the International Women's Day (I think that is the correct term for "Internationella Kvinnodagen"). And what is that?

Well, the International Women's Day, hereafter labelled as IWD for simplifying and saving my own energy is a day when women issues and equality between the sexes all over the world are to be given extra attention. I'm not sure if it's given as much attention in nations like e.g. India, Somalia, or why not USA, as in our very own Sweden. For some reason I doubt it. The Swedes are masters in the art to celebrate or recognize things that makes them feel responsible and good.

As you might have noticed if you're a regular reader of my texts, I'm not overly enthusiastic. I'm not bursting out of my shoes through the roof in order to levitate by pink clouds, which might be overly clear. And why? Why don't I want to celebrate a day for women, about women, and recognize all of their rights for one day and think extra of the big issues of equality?

One simple reason: Why would I? In what way would I be guilty to do that during this specific day?

I don't know about you other boys, guys and men out there, but at least I don't feel for being good against women during one day. A year according to the Gregorian calendar has got 365 of these. Shall the remaining 364 days remain as a patriarchy propaganda with women being oppressed?

Let's put it like this. I like women. Heck, I'm a heterosexual teenage guy. And I like one woman really much. A whole lot of my friends are girls, I'm talking to girls regularly and I can laugh just as much and well in the company of girls as in the company of guys.

I have never ever in my life treated someone in a different way because of their sex. And I doubt that I ever will (if I do, kick me: this doesn't include sarcasm, irony or cynicism, I want to spare my legs).

The IWD is in one way a big demonstration of the state of the feminism in the world. It's the women, and not the casual women but the rabid ones, the militant women that brings forward their aggressive messages. Men doesn't really have anything to say in the debate without getting labeled as either dictators, animals or lacking character.

Yes, now I am the one generalizing, but this text is mainly a way to show my opinion against the fanatical feminists that claims that men hit women, because it's in our nature. Wtf? In our nature? Come on. Is it then in women's nature to shop? No, it's something you choose. And no, I'm not putting an equality mark between these two, but note however: No woman in the world has a need somewhere deep in her mind to go shopping for loads of money. It's something they want to do, and something they might feel better by doing.

Men hitting women are basically the same thing. They hit women either because of the influence of some stim or drug, to feel better themselves, or simply because they feel for it. And of course they should have a few slaps in the face in order to wake up. Violence is never right unless when self-defending. The same goes for women hitting men though, that is neither more nor less justified, and anyone claiming the opposite should have a really good excuse for it.

I've also a few times heard the argument that "All men are pigs". When then kindly asking whichever girl it might have been why they think that way (don't ask me why they were talking to me at all if they would be correct) the answer is usually: "All that I have met have been that way, so I assume that all others are that way too." Is it really possible to say that without meeting all men in the world? I've only met one guy from Dalsland, and he was deaf. Does that mean that I can regard all guys (or people at all) from Dalsland as deaf? Of course not. get a grip of yourself, it's no good way to whine to proclaim the entire male population of the Earth as any sort of animal.

Yes, I might seem hostile, and I am. I am hostile at people treating other people in an unfair way because of sex, and for that part also religion, race, appearance or ethnicity, among other things. I despise people proclaiming the patriarchy, just as much as I despise the people that want women to rule the world and men to be the oppressed ones.

We are all humans for [insert word regarded as curse] sake. Is that so hard for parts of the world and its population to get?

All from me for this time.

Cheers!

Edit: After being informed by all-around English-pro David I have changed "International Women Day" into "International Women's Day". Thank you David, for contributing to a blog free from grammatical errors and typos.