Saturday was the big day. After one week of heavy planning, everything was ready for our (second) house-warming party (our first one was very fun but included only 2 out of 3 residents, so we promptly gave it another shot). The ox was slaughtered in the traditional halal way, and prepared with the finest spices from Oslo East (noted for both its quality, but mostly its quantity, of exotic tastes) and the freshest herbs of autumnal Norway. We had performed the sacred Wine-Blessing-Dance, and sacrificed a portion of our mead to Santa Claus. We even performed the secret and powerful Masturbation of Christ, just to be sure we had all our divine bases covered.
Well, it would seem that any more than one house-warming party is considered hubris, a deadly insult to the Gods. Because as we sat there, in our holy robes (open in the back), with Ravi Shankar blasting from our speakers, waiting for the guests, guess what happened? Nothing. Noone showed up.
Noone.
Actually, we were down one as well, as the third person living here (the one who missed the first party also) left to watch a movie with a friend. Expect pictures from our party, featuring Mr. Merde (the Incredible Balloon-Bouncing Man) and a pirate balloon, soon.
Something completely different: Apparently, Oslo has gotten some new subway carriages. As I stepped into one of them last night, it felt decidedly like the future. The cold and hostile future, that is (I was also reminded of the time, when waiting for tram no. 17, I suddenly found myself boarding tram X.. very Twilight Zoney). I'll probably get used to it with time, but I'm really not very fond of this sterile, hospital-like trend that seems to be spreading. Everything's supposed to be white, clean and futuristic these days. Call me old-fashioned, but I'll take the post-apocalyptic style any day, even if we have to fuck up the earth to get it.
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du veit jeg var opptatt.. den er litt vittig av og til den her bloggen din, men jeg er skeptisk til hele skriveengelskopplegget.
erlend
The Contra-Revolutionary Liberation Guerilla will prevail.
(...reggae...?)
Now, Hub, don't be telling me that reggae isn't contra-revolutionary. Maybe not in spirit, but in action reggea is pretty much contra-everything that involves heavy lifting, methinks. Which makes it perfect for the CRLG! It's like metaphorically drugging the masses, only literally.
Btw, your.. ehm.. profile.. is very strange. Pathologic basis of disease? Are you trying to tell me something?
It's a lovely little book, that's all. The last couple of months I've been spending more time with it than with any human being. And as a subject, pathology is about as contra-revolutionary as it gets. Anyway, that's all behind me now, and if it hadn't been for the UiB's stooopid attendance rules, I'd been in Oslo this weekend. Oh well.
Sorry Mack! Jeg tar selvkritikk. Mulig jeg hadde en god unnskyldning men det husker jeg ikke nå, no chance!
Btw, i agree with Sleeper - beware 4 tha Cursed Beast Of Reagge. They were wife beaters and homo haters, I've heard. But from a pure aestetic view, not considering politics and shit, I like dub's (ex:lee perry, king tubby etc.) experimentations in the studio.
Think you should check out The Congos self titled if you like reagge (prod. by Lee Perry).
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