Best written posts of 2011

1. December 20th, a Tuesday
   “Some days I really wonder. What am I doing here? And why do I even try? It’s hard to try and find a place to fit in when there’s these things working against you and most of them are internal. […]” 
2. November 30th, a Wednesday
   I got way to excited about a typeface. 
3. October 19th, a Saturday
   Story Time Saturday: Heaven. 
4. September 12th, a Monday
   “I hear the rain fall and I can smell the way the wind mixes with the tea. It’s a good sound and it’s a good smell. The tea has a tinge of cocoa and it is sadly more apparent in the smell than taste. I refrain from squirting chocolate sauce in it — a cup of tea should never ever be treated as ice cream. Even if, and I say this emphatically, even if they occasionally fall into the same comfort zone.   […] ”
5. August 30th, a Tuesday
   “Skrivbordslampa. At first glance it’s a perfectly fine word but no, it can be quite problematic. First off, lets break it down as it’s a compound word.   […] ”
6. August 19th, a Friday
   “I didn’t reach class that day. Instead a car drove out in front of me at a T-cross section. There were a stop sign at her exit and all, but she didn’t see me. My gut instincts woke up from their slumber and pushed the pedal down and steered away. There was no collision because of this. Everything missed with a… I don’t know. It can’t have been much though [..]”
7. August 6th, a Saturday
   “There was this Black Jack table too, a friend — let’s call him Butch — sat down there and started playing. It went sort of okay I think, memory is a bit fuzzy on that. Next to Butch, his sister — here Sundance — talked to a stranger as one occasionally do in bars. Suddenly Butch leaned over. […]” 
8. 13th July, a Wednesday
   One of the bullets from a larger list: “A small list of superficial things: (a) moving gracefully. You know, the fluid way people who really know how to dance moves. I myself is a broken down muscle car: not much torque or speed and turns like a beached whale. (b) thick socks and knitted sweaters. Anyone looks good in those things, one of the reasons I love autumn so much. (c) The eyes and nose triangle in the face. Noses are underrated I think.” 
9. April 24th, a Sunday
   “Posting photos of naked and half-naked people, even gifs, are considered okay but naked self-portraits are frowned upon. Why is that? Makes no sense. It doesn’t even have to be good photos, people go nuts about sleaze from Terry Richardson which to me if far far worse than the self-expressed nakedness. […]” 
10. April 5th, a Tuesday
    “I don’t think creativity is this mythical beast. This is something that make me despise the drivel that was Elizabeth Gilbert’s TED-talk. It’s all down to hard work and being open to possibilities. (It’s also about finding a medium for oneself but this isn’t about that because that one can be very hard. And yes, I think that being in front of a camera can be as much creative medium as behind it even in still photography.) […]” 
11. March 30th, a Wednesday
    A discussion with Alexis about the personal web.
12. March 23dth, a Wednesday
    The Character Sheet Meme.
13. February 12th, a Saturday
    “Parts of me had hoped that when the tag illustration got curated, it’s radar would shift towards things tumblr users had done themselves. I know. It’s a silly thing because that’s not how things operate. The radar there right now is a bit of a disgrace I think. […]” 
14. January 8th, a Saturday
    “It’s an odd thing. The way we’ve been hammered in all the possible metaphorical ways to think that the original is better. Even when there’s no real original, there must be a limit. I’m not sure why but I think it has something to do with money and, no, I can’t really come up with another reason. Perhaps to create a manufactured urgency and envy. But those are more side-effects from the money issue. […]” 
15. January 4th, a Tuesday
    “It’s hard to reach out. Even for just a second, and then it gets even harder when the flesh meet. Will I pull back? Flinch and throw myself into a corner while in panic try to construct walls out of anything nearby? Mostly there’s a flinch, and the brain struggles to maintain control and keep some sort of an appearance up. On a good day, that glimpse of panic beneath the mask is only peripheral. There have been days when a goodbye was said with a handshake and not a hug. […]”

To go through and find the best things you lot has written would kill me since there’s been quite a lot more than fifteen.

snickr replied to your post: These kind of days I hate: When the self-image…

These are the days that I love:
- The first thick socks of the season.
- The meals I remember to eat slowly.
- The smell of the cookies.
- The reassurance that I’ll always get a reply.

The days I love then:

• When the air and sky are clear and you can see stars both big and small as well as the faint shades of the milky way.
• When I sleep on a couch or floor at a friend. It’s one of the few times I can go to sleep early.
• When people just say hi or ask me to be a part of things without me being the initiator. That happens far to seldom.
• When there’s rain hitting the window late at night.
• And sometimes, the rare times when I can just let everything go and sit on the floor with a cup of tea and listen to music without any thoughts in the brain ruining it.
• When the snow is crisp and sparkle with the sun as it goes squeek under the boots. Add great music in the ears, and a slight wind that search itself in between the scarf-intervals and I’ll smile like an idiot.
• When people actually want to hug me. Those days are awesome.

These kind of days I hate:

• When the self-image takes a dive from the already low point.
• When a full blazing sun that makes every move into a sweat factory.
• When everyone ois out there having a life. Left behind, yo.
• When there’s so many thunderstorms that you get Internet withdrawals.
• When life deals you pineapples. In the head.
• When cookies don’t feel like they’re enough.

Today has, sadly, been the first and last one. These cookies are not enough, they don’t help at all.

People who occupy my tag on tumblr.

1. Images of football players (as in what you colonials call soccer) posted by football fans. From these posts I’ve concluded that this Nicklas plays football in England for some team or another and that he doesn’t own a shirt. These people seem to drool and are the worst — apart from the people who play football to begin with.
2. A Danish guy. He was gifted with the same name by his parents — while we share first name we do not share parents of course. He has a different username — also very of course — but I’m going to let it slide that he and his friends don’t use that as a tag. Solidarity and all that!
3. Me. Or more precise, people who talk with me here.
4. Images of hockey players posted by hockey fans.

That’s about it really. This list is sorted according to frequency and it’s a pretty damn bleak picture it paints. Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome bleak, you never really know how long time has passed or not passed since the last time you looked at the watch.

Things I’m not

• A complete ass
• Handsome
• Stupid
• A morning person
• Expressive of emotion
• Happy where I am in life

Things I am

• An occasional ass
• Funny
• Pretty good at drawing
• A connoisseur of cookies
• An impulsive book buyer
• Emotional about far too much on the inside
• Brimming over with good taste
• Available for parties

One of my ticks is that if I notice it’s raining, I need to ask someone — most often on MSN — “Do you hear that? RAIN!” I’m certain this can be a bit annoying considering that chances are that the other person don’t have rain at that given minute.

Other ticks:

• Whenever I write “hello” or “hi” or somesuch I also wave after I’ve pressed enter.
• Need to smell things. Food, opened boxes, books, medicine, memory cards, other people.
• When trying to solve a problem I mumble like a madman. At least when it’s a problem I care about. If it’s something I don’t care about, there will be no mumbling at all.
• When nervous I tend to dismantle pens over and over again. After a while there’s a big chance I’ve ruined them in one way or another.

More things I now consider to turn into Muppet drawings.

• The Beauty and the Beast
• The Wicker Man
• Fight Club
• Lost In Translation
• My Fair Lady
• Unforgiven
• Alien

Those are the ones I’ve got a few ideas about anyway. Got any ideas for more?

It’s raining you guys! Rain! The air is cool and there’s the spatter on the roof! So there’s a list of things I like with rain.

• It makes hair smell nice.
• The air is cooler.
• And there’s a sort of vibe in it. “Anything can happen” even though mostly things just get wet.
• The sound it makes on the roof and windows.
• And depending on the amount, too feel it drip on the face.
• Puddles!
• The ripples on impact.
• It makes me happy.

All that’s missing now is radio theatre and a cup of hot cocoa.

Things I wish I were better at drawing; a list.

• Backgrounds. Environments. Chairs and rooms and with things people use when they live. Details separated from the body, this is probably my weakest spot.
• Architecture. Floor plans ans such things, they’re truly beautiful in their simplicity. Just a few well-placed hard lines.
• Profiles. That nose/mouth area is a killer.
• Water. As much as I fear it, waves drawn in the style of Katsushika Hokusai are amazing.
• Reflections. But this I’m getting the hang off.

Things that take up my time; a list.

• Mass Effect 2.
• Mass Effect 2 DLC missions.
• Making food to eat while playing Mass Effect 2.
• Pooping.
• Bugger all really, and things I should do but the game is kind of addictive.

Things I like in people: imperfection.

• You know, asymmetrical faces.
• A crooked smile.
• Scars that somehow radiates character instead of hiding it.
• The way toes curl in an illogical order.
• Hair smelling of rain.
• Small ticks that could be annoying but somehow isn’t.
• People daring to be awkward instead of trying so damn hard to be someone they’re not.
• Existing in quiet.
• Weird jokes, even if no-one understands them.
• Mismatched socks. A true sign of good people.
• Has a passion for a hobby that really makes little sense. Those are really damn cool.

Things of distress these last few hours:

• The leg hurt.
• Why can’t I sleep?
• Someone tried to take my guard tower in which I apparently live.
• An orange pen went missing.
• There are people I’ll never meet that that’s far more worthy of my time than people I will meet.

Some of these were imagined, others were not.

The best list I’ve ever heard was spoken by my friend Roger Funk when we were several people visiting Gothenburg a few years ago. Everyone was rather drunk but of all the people in the flat, he was the most inebriated.

So picture this. Some of us were half asleep on beds, couches and the floor — my myself lay with my head towards an arcade machine in the corner. In comes Roger as he and a few others had stayed behind a half an hour later or so. He stumbles forwards and finds a spot at the end of Sebbe’s bed. He talked the whole way there and several of us that was still awake laughed a lot — he’s a really funny fucker. He lays down and in a loud voice starts to do a list.

Top five things I shall do right now!

One! Drink liquor! Because liquor tastes good!

Two! Keep you awake all night!

Three!

And there he went to sleep.