Below are 8 posts out of 509 I've written.|
Some in Swedish, most in English.
This is the most recent stuff Here's next page, and that was yesterdays news.
2005-10-29 Grey weather yesterday, today, tomorrow...
People complain that I write to little about my day to day life as an artist, so let me ent... bore you to hell with this, and you'll see why I just put in the goodies in my blog instead of writing about everything that I stumble into.
I bought a new PC the other day. The old one is a "relic from the nineties" as a newspaper reporter put it when she wrote a (somewhat positive) review of Abashera revamped a year ago.
I'm not too comfortable with this new shiny black thing with its fancy blue lights and abundance of whispering fans. To reinstall all one's hardware and favourite programs is a neglected source of stress. Take my favourite drawing program for instance; Image In Color, perfect for simpler image editing when you do not feel like shooting mosquitoes with missiles; IOW, start up Photoshop. I'd lost the original Image In Colour-CD which came free with some ancient scanner eons ago and I couldn't find the slightest reference to the program on the net so I had to copy parts of the registry and manually move program folders, DLLs and such over to the new computer. It works, but for some reason it counts from zero to 10000% instead of up to 100% when it's busy doing things.
I noticed this warning triangle down in the corner of the screen, "Oh hell, what is it now?" I thought and clicked on it. Up came a warning message from the sound card monitoring program: Warning! The sound volume might be set to low. RhaGHL!
I edit .shtml-files with NoteTab (not Notepad). I tried to replace Notepad with NoteTab as a viewer and editor of HTML but Windows XP won't let me, because Windows XP thinks it's smarter than me and thinks I am making a great mistake to replace Notepad with NoteTab.
When I as usual piped the .shtml files from NoteTab to IE in order to look at them as ordinary Internet pages all I saw was the code. Because of some nonsense fear of "harmful" "active content" XP didn't let me look at my own .shtml files made by me, stored on my computer. No clue was given by IE or XP, so I had to search the net for a solution, and found that I had to switch of this security blahabla in IE by clicking on Tools -> Internet Options -> Advanced, and there under the security settings allow viewing of active content on this computer. This utter bullshit came with SP 2 I heard, I hope the MS-people are smart enough to correct it in SP 3 then. They could also fix so that I do not always have to re-select "Show a detailed list" every damn time I want to open a file. They should have done that in Windows 3.1.
All these security thingies seem to be of no use other than to make life more complex, hard to grasp and frustrating for common users. Spyware and virus makers have apparently no problem to get through; you should have been there when I removed Aurora from the Gallery Owners PC, or rather you shouldn't - you might not have survived.
I want my Atari ST back, or even better, that god ol' SpectraVideo. What went wrong!?
I called the store which built my new PC and they told me to bring it in so that they could have a look at it. I strapped it in on the front seat of our now repaired Corrado and drove the 500 metres down town to the store. A helpful guy fiddled some with the fan and it went silent. I drove home again, turned on the PC and the fan started to sound like some kind of circle saw. I could soon pluck stress related champignons from my legs. We later on had those for dinner and thus saved a buck.
The next day I called the store but the helpful guy wasn't there. I then asked them to replace the broken fan - ever heard of something called warranty? - but the guy I talked to claimed that the guy that assembled my computer would never, ever build a computer that badly so that a cable would stuck in a fan. And what should they say to the suppliers of the graphic card in order to have it recalled? Blah blah. This is the point one is confronted with a choice. You either give up and pay for a new fan or you threaten to make a hate-page on the Internet about the store (They do have to mess things up a lot more before you actually waste time on making a hate-page, but you start getting your way by waving the threat of one in front of them).
I did neither, I'm currently too tired of things (yes, just "things") to argue, so I went to the Other, Nice Computer Store and bought a very good fan for a third of the cost of a similar fan at the Bad Store, went home, replaced the broken fan and then urged all my acquaintances to never shop at The Bad Store - they won't. Computer now runs fine and silent.
Computer tries to take over my life, I got must-do perl projects up to my nose, got to get out and run for a few kilometres, despite the pain and stiffness I feel in my legs due to the cold and damp Swedish autumn climate. My legs never hurt during summers.
The Girl Behind wants to be mentioned (she found the field at the top of this page). She runs a quite readable blog with personal reflections blended with mixed pic(k)s of interest from the internet.
Five new sculptures added. Click on the image, or below:
These new sculptures got me listed on the front page of Internet's number one humour portal, eBaumsWorld.com, something which is many a webmaster's wet dream.
My visitor stats nearly tripled and I got more than 8000 visitors yesterday. Got to get more bandwidth.
It's possible to make a decent latte (which is not short for cafe au lait, latte is Italian for milk, which means that if you order a latte in Italy you will most likely get a glass of milk) at home with a rather ordinary coffee maker. Although, I have found that you get what you pay for when it comes to coffee makers. I have had to call PartSelect a dozen times just to replace a thermostat (sometimes I question whether I should just buy a new coffee maker). Either way, a great latte is quite simple to make and is the perfect pick-me-up.
This is what you need:
Jag följde kungens exempel och brast i uppmärksamhet ett ögonblick i rusningstrafiken. I och för sig, hade Sundsvalls vägnät inte planerats av Apan Jocko hade det inte hänt, och om "om" inte funnits hade jag klarat mig också. Tur att tidigare ägare plockat ut krockkuddarna, annars hade katten M hade i knät varit platt i dag. Resultatet blev ett behov av en ny motorhuv och vänster lyktglas. Ny lack blir det till våren.
Roligare var att Brånfelt från Dagbladet var in med fotograf på galleriet och intervjuade mig om utställningen.
I followed the example stated by the Swedish king and didn't pay proper attention during rush hour - the result; a need for a new bonnet and a headlight glass. Attention and attention, if the city planning of city Sundsvall hadn't been made by Intelligent Monkey Jocko it wouldn't have happened, and if "if" hadn't existed I would have made it also. Luckily the previous owner took out the crash cushions, otherwhise the cat M had in her lap had been flat today. The car gets a new paintjob next spring - it's a waste to do such a thing before or during the winter.
Better news is that I was interviewed by Brånfelt from the paper Dagbladet at the gallery regarding my exhibition today.
Opened the exhibition on L-A Art yesterday. The paper had a full page on it the same day. Celebrities and non-celebrities with an art interest in common came by and sipped some Muscat de Alexandrie, enjoyed my latest artistic mischiefs and only just enough people got violently upset.
The exhibition was a success within an hour.
Later on we celebrated the success with a five-course dinner at a Spanish restaurant.
This morning I awoke eight o'clock in the morning, very surprised over the fact that I was up that early - the mystery was solved when I realized that yesterday night was the first evening in weeks I got to bed before four o'clock in the morning.
Vernissage på L-A Art i går. ST hade en helsida om mig och utställningen inne samma dag. Kända och okända konstkonnesörer kom och smuttade på Muscat de Alexandrie och njöt av mina senaste konstnärliga alster, och bara ett lagomt fåtal blev vildsint upprörda.
Utställningen var en succé inom en timme efter öppnandet.
Senare firade vi succén med en 5-rätters middag på Saffran, en spansk restaurang - pröva deras musslor, man dreglar vid blotta minnet.
I morse vaknade jag strax efter åtta, mycket förvånad att jag var uppe och pigg vid denna arla morgonstund, mysteriet löstes då jag insåg att kvällen innan var den första gången på flera veckor jag kommit i säng före fyra på morgonen.