Saturday, October 25

post-derridean conference to an end

illuminating days organized by the comparative literature department here in Växjö
much to digest - presumably that will take a while
but now; on for the banquet!

breakfast at the castle


Thursday, October 23

little grindstuga room


- where I can do the last preparations for my presentation tomorrow!

växjö & teleborg





towards växjö

over gammel strand

islands brygge - tak for i år



octobre kua

nørreport & fiolstræde

amager strand raining away

envers copenhague

Monday, October 20

in spite -




- of the weather I tried the scooter all the way downtown today, with the bait of a coffee meeting with someone knitty. It was quite extreme driving along the fjord as the wind rolled over the mountains and accelerated over the white, scummy waves - especially since the scooter outfit I had put on was anything, but water proof...

- but my did the chai latte and carrott cake make up for that - or more particlarily the discussions we had while they were digested. Yet another lovely start of a week - and tomorrow I head for Denmark and Copenhagen;

Smile.
Smile.
Huge smile!

grey

Sunday, October 19

vegetable

I never wanted anything but this.
I worked hard, tried hard.
I ran around in domestic bliss.
I fought gard, died hard.
Every time you're running out of here.
Everytime you're running get the fear.

I never wanted any broken bones.
Scarred face, no home.
You words surround me and I asphyxiate.
And I burn all hate.
Everytime you're running out on me
Everytime your running I can see.

I'm not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds
I will not control myself.

The waters, break the waters run all over me.
The waters break, the waters run.
And this time your gonna pay.

I'm not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds
I will not control myself


Radiohead, Pablo Honey

stop whispering, start shouting

And the wise man say I don't want to hear your voice
And the thin man say I don't want to hear your voice
And they're cursing me, and they won't let me be
And there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to do.

Stop Whispering, start shouting
Stop Whispering, start shouting

And my mother say we spit on your son some more
And the buildings say we spit on your face some more
And the feeling is, that there's something wrong
'Cause I can't find the words and I can't find the songs.

Stop Whispering, start shouting
Stop Whispering, start shouting

Dear sir, I have a complaint.
Dear sir, I have a complaint.
Can't remember what it is.

Doesn't matter anyway.
Doesn't matter anyway

Stop Whispering, stop whispering
Stop Whispering, stop whispering
Start Shou............


Radiohead, Pablo Honey


multimodal morning



Some people were still asleep, while some had gotten up and entered their aesthetic universes early this morning...; Ratchett & Clank, World of Warcraft and Drömfakulteten & Bakhtin's aesthetic event.

new tremendous day


lunch at bølgen & moi



Apart from writing this weekend, I have prioritized meeting a dear friend that I met as I joined the first growing seeds of what has now become Network of feminist theory and gender studies, and who since moved to the Oslo region. Deeply missed, and definitely dearly reseen... - The best part of it is probably that we reckon seeing each other again in Oslo in a few weeks as I go there to work... ;)