Archive for October, 2008

I want something good to die for

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

hunger strike

hunger strike

All I can really say is this man is on hunger strike and I couldn’t bring myself to tell him “please eat”. His hands burned through my skin. How hard can it be to ask someone not to kill themselves?

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Saturday, October 18th, 2008

So you know when you buy a new camera and three weeks later it just stops working? No? Well, I can tell you it is really annoying. Especially when you find out in the bathroom at the airport before boarding a plane to Tokyo. In the bathroom because the toilets were seriously the most blinged up toilets I have ever seen! Rotating plastic on the (heated!) seat, built in bidet, automatic flush and so on. I am amazed.
Instead of the fancy toilet, though, I give you a how-to video for opening convenience store o-nigiri in Japan! These things were amazing. I think I had at least one every day. You see, the plastic is wrapped around the rice (comes with different flavours, I am ashamed to say I only had the tuna) and ALSO wrapped around the kim (uh, sea weed?) so it stays fresh and crispy, not wet and sticky. Fantastic!

I hope you all had a wonderful week. I will be posting borrowed photos in the following days!

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It’s Tokyo time!

Friday, October 10th, 2008


Photo by /\ltus

I can’t wait to see my friends!
I have scheduled posts for every day I am away with the rest of my photos from Seoul so that I can focus on Japan when I get back. I’m so excited!

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I took what’s yours

Friday, October 3rd, 2008

I don’t really feel homesick, but today I listened to this song by Sigur Rós (via iCING) and it reminded me of Denmark for some reason. This song doesn’t have particular memories connected with it (whereas Untitled #8 aka Popplagið reminds me very much of their show at Roskilde Festival in 2003 where I was front row), but rather just feelings from a different stage in my life where I happened to be in Denmark. I guess mostly winter feelings and sitting in my room at night with no lights on except for the little blue light from my Sony mini stereo.
I like how music can take you back to things you might have forgotten. When I listen to The World is Saved by Stina Nordenstam, for instance, I am usually taken back to either the floor of Christian’s house in Søborg or the bus ride from Bratislava airport to Vienna and when I listen to Chutes too Narrow by The Shins I am in the living room of my Helsingør apartment with Anna. Oh, and then there was the time we listened to Modest Mouse so loud when Amadeep was there that the neighbour came and pounded on the door so hard we thought it was the police.

If you have any memories connected to music and don’t mind sharing I would really love to hear them!

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