The Square Root Of -1
Yep. Yet another of those "web art" sites. Anyway, it gave me some background noise that I needed. I'm not really into web art anymore. Well, "that's a goddamn lie" as they say in Straight Outta Compton. I still dig them a lot, that kinda sites: Kalx, Antiorp, Woman on Fire, Zuper, Hell, one38, etc. Yep yap.
I'm goin' home for the day now. I think I will shave a bit, and maybe shower. It will be a busy weekend, nothing new will happen, except that a medium sized daily newspaper wants me to write a web column until monday. Cool beans. Eeeasy action. Listening to: Kruder & Dorfmeister- G-Stoned. Laid back, man.
Friday, February 11, 2000, 07:19 p.m.

Hack yer DV cam!
Yesterday, I gave a friend descriptions on how to unlock his DV cam so that he could use the firewire port in both directions. Like a cham it woiked. The camera he bought has an interesting background: it was stolen from the shop some time ago, but the police (or something) intercepted the camera on its way to Poland via ferry. So the cameras was returned to the shop, ever so slightly dented. Thus they were on sale. After the hack, the cost for it was 2/3 of the REAL prize.
And boy! Am I a total 'tard or what? Call me moronic dold and begone! Yesterday, I had a few drops of beer together with my man Alexander. And some whisky-soda & caipirinha to go with it. Anyhow. A girl that I really really like, but haven't really approached showed up, dig? And I STILL COULDN'T muster up the guts to ask her if she wanted to hang with me sometime. You know: go for a movie, check out some records, go for a coffee. We have no dating tradition here in Sweden, and for me it's hard to even get in the frame of mind needed to ask something like that. It's not like I'd ask her to marry me or something. I'm tired of being such an effin' slowhand. Instead i dreamt about what I should have said all through the night, it feels like.
Let me tell you & me: she's cool, she's tough, she's got great taste in music, she likes movies, she deejays, she's ran clubs, she likes to film, she's taking taekwondo classes, full fucking contact and all, she's smallish, she's powerful AND pixie-like. You get the drift? My level of self confidence is much to low to approach a girl like that. But I DO approach her. We talk, you know, whenever we meet. But she hangs with cooler guys, the younger, the skating, the pierced. But I've been kinda fascinated with her since I saw her for the first time maybe 3 years ago.
Only once in a while, I realize that I'm pretty cool myself. Pity it never happens when I talk to someone I'd really really like to get to know better.
Friday, February 11, 2000, 04:40 p.m.

DoSing the night away
This week has seen a veritable onslaught of network crippling DDoS (Distributed Denial of Service, see above link for further description) attacks. Although nothing new, the scale of these attacks by far supersedes earlier attacks. The past few days have been fucking hectic for the network behemoths. Yahoo went numb, as did "clients close to Microsoft", ZDNet, E Trade and LA Times. Lycos say that they are taking preventive measures, but mostly silence is the preferred mode of expression amongst the big guns.
The reason for the attacks still remain unclear, but according to HNN the content of the floods contain messages such as "The Internet has become a 'whorehouse of ecommerce'". However, the political reasons for these attacks remains unclear. My guess? The kids do it BECAUSE THEY CAN! Simple as that. The ramifications can be huge, but my guess is that it's just some kind of power trip. Surely, though, it is also an important lesson in how vulnerable networked systems are. Something to think about before you hook up yer home computer to the 100Mbit hole in your wall.
Other than that:
a) my pals in Dipper has been offered to go to Austin, TX, to play at SXSW. Pretty fucking cool in my book.
b) I read Ericka's pita yesterday. She seemed sad & lost & alone. And she has a boyfriend. And she gets super orgasms during sex. Well! I'd say! I don't have a girlfriend and I haven't had sex in years (no, really, it's true. i'm like a fucking monk that way.). I have truly good friends though, but I understand loneliness and the god damned sad truth about being a 32 year old wanker. I really do. Still, it makes me sad to read about people being sad, alienated and lonesome.
I should get a fucking life, but I've been saying that for ages now...
Thursday, February 10, 2000, 05:07 p.m.

GIANT/Shephard Fairey
During the weekend, I didn't do a whole lot of anything. I had forgotten that I was supposed to co-deejay on thursday and was pretty hung over since wednesday. So on friday I was VERY frigging tired, but allowed myself to be talked into having a beer and so forth, which I proceeded to do until 7 AM on saturday morning. Allegedly. I woke up again at 10.30, went for a slice o' pizza, the best in town at 2 PM, went to buy some sen-cha green tea & miso pasta at the asian store, bought some cherry coke and guanabana juice at another foodstore, went home to my friend Martin, the person with the ugliest homepage still alive.Watched Mickey Blue Eyes (boring & unbelievable) and Southpark the Movie (I know, but I laughed my ass off, Unca Fucka!).
I went home, burned some CDs, & watched high quality teevee. When I woke up on Saturday, I read some old photo mags, watched SeaQuest DSV and the Roseanne Barr Show, went to work to return the CD-R, went to Cheb Oman, was invited to dine, went for a walk with Cheb and his 3-month old baby, Hannibal. Cooked and ate dinner. Goody! Ever eaten romanesco, a hybrid between cauliflower and broccoli? Or mashed potatoes with lots of fresh basil, put in a small pot over dough & covered with chevre? Yum! We watched Office Space (which I really dug) and an okey Homicide episode.
At home, later, I watched Pensacola-Wings of Gold. I hate that part of the USA. It makes me see Diane Arbus' picture of the proud young american. Arbus is one of my fave photographers. If someone dislikes that I've scanned her photo, just tell me and I'll remove it. Rosanne was an incredibly lousy show, puckering up to Maxim, that fucking TURD of a magazine. Groovy, huh? I love some of the many aspects of America, but corporate felching is on top of my kill list. "It's only your dignity, suck it", as Bill Hicks once said. Amen to that!
Tuesday, February 8, 2000, 03:55 p.m.

Shift JAPAN
Loverly!
I've been digging Shift & affiliateds' work for years now, and it keeps getting better. If you're into design & nice colours, this is for you, Shirley.
Yesterday, I used the brilliant Minolta copier/printer/scanner we have here at work to print P22's catalogue. Ootah! I'm the first to admit that I have a perverse attraction to fonts. & P22 definitely makes the coolest handwriting fonts I've seen. In collaboration with sundry institutes & museums, they've made fonts out of Cezanne's, Van Gogh's, Hopper's, Monet's, Da Vinci's and Frank Lloyd Wright's longhand, to mention but a few. AND they've released the classic London Underground font. Yummy yummy yummy I've got love in my tummy.
Finally, I guess I must fess up and jump onto the looby-lu bandwagon. Hot-diggedy-damn! That gal sure can draw some sweet-ass drawings. AND she writes too. Every minute, I die now...
Thursday, February 3, 2000, 02:06 p.m.

Loud, Fast & Out Of Control
Man!
After almost a month of not buying any records, I buy Deerhoof (good mmm), on friday I got Supersuckers' latest behemoth of rock, and today I got the aforementioned Loud, Fast & Out Of Control. I have yet to listen to it, but it sure is a beaut, graphically speaking. 4 CDs and a jivin' fat booklet. I'll admit that it seems a bit more vanilla than I had thought, even featuring Elvis, Fats, Carl Perkins & Bill Hailey, but as a whole I'm sure I'll be knocked over.
Yesterday, I had to do an emergency rush to my friend Svante's studio. He had bought another 27 G hard drive for the whopping G4 he uses as a DV workstation & couldn't get it to work. Enter Mister Fantastic. Colour Svante and Frans greatful. I got to see the video material we recorded on sunday. It was a bit embarrassing, but I'd never have thought that I was such a vivid dancer.
And WELCOME BACK Sir Buck, Esq.. Buck was one of my earliest critics when it came to web, as I was his. His new page? Well, pick out yer "dicktionary", flip to "M" and look for his picture under "misanthrope, surly". Not for the meak, surely.
Wednesday, February 2, 2000, 02:23 p.m.

etnies cyprus
This year I've bought 3 pairs of shoes, if my memory serves me: a yearly pair of Chuck Taylor's, a pair of Ben Sherman khaki desert boots, and lastly, a pair of black Etnies Cyprus. And i must say: hotdiggitydamn! These Etnies are some of the best shoes I've ever had. Sure, they're a little to puffy looking for my "refined" taste, but they're incredibly durable, almost waterproof, supremely stable - they fit like a glove even if one doesn't lace them - and super bouncy comfortable. Why have I even bothered with other kindsa shoes? The only downside is that they get a bit warm to wear indoors.
Oooh, I'm aching. Yesterday's dancing for that music video I mentioned seems to have triggered the flu I had laying dormant in my musculature. My trapezoids ache & I sweat like a doggone dog during the night. It was fun though. Stay tuned for my crotch jackrabbiting on your tv screen within a couple months, if you live in Scandinavia. Keep close to the vomitorium, brothers and sisters.
Afterwards, I watched yet another brilliant episode of Homicide: Life on the Streets. I hear this is the second last season. There's no goddamned justice in the world.
Monday, January 31, 2000, 02:24 p.m.

rollerderby'd
I'm a wee tiny tad hung over today. Plus I think I'm coming down with some kind of flu. How's that for a band name? "Some Kind of Flu". Playing in a venue near you. How do you do? You can come to. Come down with the flu.
Nuff of that silliness, mister silly nilly willy. About the above link: I had a major crush on Lisa Carver. V. lame, i presume, but there you have it:
Item: Mister Pig was in love with a celebrity!
See: heinous acts of wanton masturbation!
Hear: Pitiful squeals of love!
Smell: the faint odor of old flip-flops
Anyhow. I can understand that you norte americanos, yanqui scum, think that's kinda lame. "Yeech", you might say, "that Carver bitch, she's really OLD, ain't she?" Or you will not. I recommend reading Lisa's Dancing Queen. You can probably buy it anywhere. Lisa Carver's fuckin' HUGE, G.
Have a nice weekend. And feel free to mail me. Anytime, anywhere. mr.pig@sunnerdahl.org's the addy. Yonder lies my domain: thy sty. Peace out...
Friday, January 28, 2000, 08:09 p.m.

Deerhoof
Watch it with the link above, I tell ya! I like free webspace as much - or more - than the next person, but I DON'T LIKE! popupbanners such as angelfire's. So there you have it. I don't like commercials on the web.
But to the matter at hand: today. Today I worked setting up a bunch of new iMacs and downloaded a bunch of er stuff. Then I went to lunch with my friend Slim Hel. We went to the café/bar/etc place my friend Alexander runs at the cultural centre Mejeriet, where I've spent thousands of hours working, drinking, listening and looking. Today there were some nice dishes, but what I liked the most was pickled carrot, tasting of star aniseed, chili and cummin. Yum.
Then we went back to work, popping down to the Love Your Records record shop. It was founded by my neighbour Björn as an outlet for his label, Bad Taste Records, but he sold it a couple years back. I bought the latest (last?) Deerhoof record, Holdypaws, which I am listening to at this very moment. one of the tracks is called Satan, but it's not nasty at all. The lyrics are simple:

And 1 and 2 and 3
Over and over and over
meow meow meow meow
See 3 of me in your tree
Satan is

Pretty neat, huh? I like it quite a bit. Buy it. It's on Kill Rock*'s.
My friends in Langhorns, Michael and Martin, by the way, releases surf rock albums on the otherwise very punk Bad Taste label. Tomorrow I will watch my amigos in C-men and next weekend I will perform in a house music video, wearing nothing but briefs (in swedish: kalsonger).
Ain't I just the proverbial hep cat? Yawn.
Wednesday, January 26, 2000, 06:05 p.m.

Big spy in the sky
finally documents are released that actually suggest there really is a PROJECT ECHELON. we knew that all along. no big problem, there. if you know, you can prevent. nothing to worry about. everyday life is a whole other matter. i'm 32, and still i don't belong. i obey, i disobey, just like a little malfunctioning robot. sometimes i jump, sometimes i don't.
i'm told i care too much. that i should look to myself once in a while. i'll never get a girlfriend if i think about them as friends first and foremost. i should be meaner, think that: darn! today i'ma gonna get me some POO-say!
but i can't. i'm hopeless. stuck in a little cube of my own, no sexual attraction gets out. and no-one wants to come inside. i'm such a whiner.
Tuesday, January 25, 2000, 06:23 p.m.

the boss populi at rtmark
I hate RealPlayer! I hate RealPlayer! I hate RealPlayer! I hate RealPlayer! I hate RealPlayer! I hate RealPlayer! I hate RealPlayer! I HATE REALPLAYER
Why? Because
a) it sucks
b) it sucks some very disgusting things, such as big white snails that you sometimes find in the forest, especially after rain, the air smelling of pine, black and white slimy snails trail their way over your path, lefthanded
c) it's gol-durn squealerware
But maybe it will get better in a few, in a few, in a few-ture....:)
Monday, January 24, 2000, 05:00 p.m.

dub.ca
i like dub. it's relaxing. it's smart. it's very 21th century all the way. recommended: King Tubby, The Trojan Dub Box, Black Uhuru, LKJ in Dub, Crooklyn Dub Foundation...
Maybe some Horace Andy too.
I wish someone sent me some more Asphodel releases too. & I wish that punk planet had decent distro here in Sweden. And I wish that records weren't 20 verkakte dollars here. & the fuckers wonder why ppl are into layer 2 & 3. Damn!
Monday, January 24, 2000, 04:36 p.m.

Ms. Solex
Motherfuckerrrr! Friday once again. Not that I have been particulary bee-zee this week, but I haven't slept alot or had a lot of vintage fun, to be sure. I've been thinking quite a bit, and today I realized I no longer had a super-best friend anymore. Sure, I still have really good friends, but there are few who call on a regular basis. I don't go to a friend's to hang out every day anymore. I go home to a freshly painted apartment which is in a total mess. I'm not a loner. I want to be around people, but these days it's mostly when drinking. I miss "quality time". I miss the time when I hung out with friends every day. This gig - coming home, logging on again, chatting with total strangers - is very very very FUCKING tired right now...
"True friends will call & save you two dimes/True friends are hard to find" (David Thomas, True Friends)
Btw, I must admit: the forthcoming Primal Scream is GOOOD cleaning/washing up music. Word.
Friday, January 21, 2000, 05:58 p.m.

DVD controversy continues...
Why on earth do the powers that be for one fragment of a second believe that things they make will not be copied. The current ruckus over the norwegian-made deCSS, a DVD descrambler in layman's terms, has gotta take the cake. Without going too deep into the entire thing, MPAA et al want to stop the spreading of the program. Well, bully for them. Since deCSS is free code now, it can be compiled by anyone, anywhere. CopyLeft, the geek pranksters, even printed the source code on a new t-shirt. "Feed me!", the merry flower said, and consequently I say "Clothe me!". Get the hint? Good.
Thursday, January 20, 2000, 06:02 p.m.

englan is a bitch
Word. Linton Kwesi Johnson is still one of the angrier vocal poets I have heard, certainly at a par with people like Grandmaster Flash and Gil Scott-Heron. But where Grandmaster Flash had a waning career all the way down from his brilliant The Message and Scott-Heron hasn't done anything good in more than a decade, LKJ remains as seminal as ever. Last year saw the release of Independant Intavenshan, an anthology spanning the Poet's entire career. Everyone should buy it. Fite dem back, for example, remains one of the most potent anti-fascist songs ever. Play it to the kids...
Thursday, January 20, 2000, 05:03 p.m.

textfiles
Today, I haven't done a lot, except browsing and listening to music. I'm supposed to work, and I kinda pretend I do. But seriously, I mostly goof around and think up nice plans and do own things. Soon, I'm gonna go home to my freshly painted apartment. I kinda misinterpreted a colour sheet and ended up getting a minty green hallway. Not v. sexy, huh?
Wednesday, January 19, 2000, 05:29 p.m.

mokkamekka
This page is in swedish. It's pretty. Right now, there's an interesting discussion about mp3s, where one of Sweden's foremost rap artists participates. He's against it. Not per se, I think, but he's talking about feeding his family, seeing mp3 as a threat against music. I think not. However, I think it is a threat against the music industry. Not necessarily a bad thing, hein?
Wednesday, January 19, 2000, 02:31 p.m.

finn finsta hallin
finsta [better known under a variety of non-disclosable aliases] was one of the street art fixtures here in lund, sweden. a prolific illustrator, graffiti artist, modeller and jack-of-all-trades who filled the city with a large number of bizarre artifacts. now he's left lund for stockholm. god save that city of zero tolerance for street art: finsta will nix their influence and null their ignorance.
Tuesday, January 18, 2000, 04:55 p.m.

"King" Frank Valdor
when tired, i need to smile. Frank Valdor makes me happy. He's such a swinging 70's party-starting meister one has to smile. this saturday, i danced to frank valdor's potpourring trumpet. that made me smile. he's such a li'l jester.
Tuesday, January 18, 2000, 03:59 p.m.

pigsville
I just registered this darn thing. Thanks to melty for telling me about pitas. I'm very very tired. A painter knocks on my door at 6.45 AM every day, so I have to go to work several hours earlier than usual. That makes me tired indeed.
Tuesday, January 18, 2000, 03:12 p.m.