Monthly Archives: October 2009

studying and reading and studying

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spanske gloser surrer rundt i hodet mitt og jeg ser algebra hver eneste gang jeg lukker øynene mine. jeg har pugga og lest lekser i fire timer i strekk, og jeg har flere timer med lesing igjen. i bakgrunnen står Gilmore Girls på og vedsiden av alle arkene og bøkene mine, står en stor kopp kaffe og en halvfull presskanne for påfyll. Egentlig er det litt deilig å gjere lekser, få unnagjort ting, lære litt. sukk. Senere i dag kommer Tiril på besøk, og hun skal hjelpe meg å lese til spansk prøva på mandag, historie prøva på tirsdag, engelsk prøva på onsdag og matte prøva på fredag. og ikke tro at jeg har en fridag på torsdag, for da har jeg comenius møte, så uka som kommer er ikke til å være kjedelig i allefall. sukk. lekse pause over, og tilbake til arbeid!

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i want a little kitty…

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& i would call it oberst II…

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I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again

“It’s kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes, I can do that, but I don’t need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can’t. It doesn’t happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.”

– the Perks of Being a Wallflower –

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another one bites the dust…

-denne sangen sang vi hele tiden i musikktimene på barneskolen! Asbjørn var den beste musikklæreren!-

there are no words, Queen with Freddy Mercury was the weirdest, toughest and one of the best bands in the world. a genre for themselves and no one can say anything on the contrary, this band is the main essence of the “x-factor”.

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we should´ve lived way back in the olden days…. you know, back when all the pictures were in black and white.

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the great love of punk, gone horribly wrong…

Sid and Nancy, du har hørt om dem, sant? Sid Vicious, bassisten i det britiske pønk-rock bandet Sex Pistols, og hans utkårede, Nancy Spungen. En mer turbulent kjærlighets historie skal man vel leite lenge etter. dop, sex, sjalusi, rock, fyll og kjærlighet. og en slutt som enda er uklar.

12. oktober 1978 våknet, i følge han selv, Vicious etter å ha kabba og fant Nancy død. Hun var knivstukket én gang i magen og skal ha blødd ihjel. drapsvåpenet var sid vicious sin egen kniv, han ble arrestert for drapet på henne. 22. oktober 1978 prøvde Sid å ta sitt eget liv, han ble innlagt på sykehus og senere sendt i fengsel, hvor han var i 55 dager før han slapp ut på kausjon. 1. februar 1979 tok Sid Vicious sitt eget liv.

det har vært mange andre teorier rundt Nancy Spungen sin død, en av dem er at hele greia var en dop handel som gikk veldig galt. Vicious selv skal ha sagt under forhør at han drepte henne, men mente det ikke; “i loved her, but she treated me like shit!”.

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om filmen med navnet “sid and nancy” fra 1986, som omhandler paret og deres forhold sier Johnny Rotten, vokalisten i Sex Pistols dette;

Johnny Rotten´s retort to the sid and nancy movie:

I cannot understand why anyone would want to put out a movie like Sid and Nancy and not bother to speak to me; Alex Cox, the director, didn’t. He used as his point of reference – of all the people on this earth – Joe Strummer! That guttural singer from The Clash? What the fuck did he know about Sid and Nancy? That’s probably all he could find, which was really scraping the bottom of the barrel. The only time Alex Cox made any approach toward me was when he sent the chap who was playing me over to New York where I was. This actor told me he wanted to talk about the script. During the two days he was there, he told me that the film had already been completed. The whole thing was a sham. It was a ploy to get my name used in connection with the film, in order to support it.”
“To me this movie is the lowest form of life. I honestly believe that it celebrates heroin addiction. It definitely glorifies it at the end when that stupid taxi drives off into the sky. That’s such nonsense. The squalid New York hotel scenes were fine, except they needed to be even more squalid. All of the scenes in London with the Pistols were nonsense. None bore any sense of reality. The chap who played Sid,
Gary Oldman, I thought was quite good. But even he only played the stage persona as opposed to the real person. I don’t consider that Gary Oldman’s fault because he’s a bloody good actor. If only he had the opportunity to speak to someone who knew the man. I don’t think they ever had the intent to research properly in order to make a seriously accurate movie. It was all just for money, wasn’t it? To humiliate somebody’s life like that – and very successfully – was very annoying to me. The final irony is that I still get asked questions about it. I have to explain that it’s all wrong. It was all someone else’s fucking fantasy, some Oxford graduate who missed the punk rock era. The bastard.”
“When I got back to London, they invited me to a screening. So I went to see it and was utterly appalled. I told Alex Cox, which was the first time I met him, that he should be shot, and he was quite lucky I didn’t shoot him. I still hold him in the lowest light. Will the real Sid please stand up?”
“As for how I was portrayed, well, there’s no offense in that. It was so off and ridiculous. It was absurd. Champagne and baked beans for breakfast? Sorry. I don’t drink champagne. He didn’t even speak like me. He had a
Scouse accent. Worse, there’s a slur implied in the movie that I was jealous of Nancy, which I find particularly loathsome. There is that implication that I feel was definitely put there. I guess that’s Alex Cox showing his middle class twittery. It’s all too glib, it’s all too easy.”[9]

– John Lyndon, aka Johnny Rotten –

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If you listen to the song “Asleep,” and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you’ve known, and you cry, and the person holds you back, then I think you will see the photograph.

har du lest “the Perks of Being a Wallflower” av Stephen Chbosky? viss du ikke har det, så bør du stikke inn på Capris og bestille den med en gang. denne boka er en av mine favoritt bøker, det er en bok jeg kjenner meg veldig godt igjen i. ofte, når noe skjer, prøver jeg å se det for meg i Charlie sitt synspunkt. kanskje en litt rar ting å gjøre, men dersom du har lest boka forstår du det kanskje?

i boka så er det et kapittel der Charlie, Sam og Patrick kjører en tur, og de hører på “asleep” av the Smiths og Charlie sier; “and in that moment i swear we were infinite”, som på norsk er, direkte oversatt, “og i dét øyblikket sverger jeg at vi var uendelige”. jeg har bare lest boka på engelsk, så jeg kan ikke med hånda på hjertet si at det er sånn det blei oversatt i den norske boka. etter at jeg leste den boka for første gang har det sitatet vært brent inn i minnet mitt, sammen med så mange andre fantastiske sitat. hvilken sanger gjør at jeg føler meg uendelig? det finst jo så mange sanger der ute, så mye bra musikk, det blir feil å dele de inn i uendelige og endelige versjoner. om du forstår? men der er noen, noen som gjør at jeg tenker på “the Perks of Being a Wallflower” hver eneste gang jeg hører akkurat de sangene. noen er nevnte i boka, andre ikke, men det er noe med sangene som gjør at jeg, i et brøkdel av et sekund, kanskje føler meg litt uendelig jeg også.

"Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
	he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
	because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
	and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
	and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
	took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
	with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
	and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
	he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
	because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
	and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
	because of its new paint
And the kids told him
	that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
	with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
	when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
	his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
	when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
	he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
	because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
	and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
	because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
	of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
	making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
	or even talked
And the girl around the corner
	wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
	but he kissed her anyway
	because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
	his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
	he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
	and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
	because this time he didn't think
	he could reach the kitchen."
- the perks of being a wallflower -

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