Me reflecting on Picasso. // Eg spegla mig i Pablo.
Me and Max Ernst reflecting on Salvador Dali // Eg og Max Ernst speglum okkur i Dali.
Hasta la victoria siempre!
mánudagur, 25. júlí 2011
A trip to the Museum // Safnaferd
Me reflecting on Picasso. // Eg spegla mig i Pablo.
Me and Max Ernst reflecting on Salvador Dali // Eg og Max Ernst speglum okkur i Dali.
Hasta la victoria siempre!
föstudagur, 15. júlí 2011
Augnskannar verða mikilvægir í framtíðar samfelaginu
Allt visar í þá átt ... Og það meikar mikid sens vegna þess að augað er að sjálfsögðu í spegill sálarinnar.
Spurningin er ekki hvort það mun gerast. Það hefur nú þegar gerst á sjúkrahúsum í Mexíkó, eins og þessi ljósmynd að ofan sýnir. Og líka í World Class Líkamsræktarstöðinni á Íslandi. Mikilvægustu spurningarnar eru: "Hvenær getum við losnað við gamaldags lykla a lyklakyppu. Og mun samfélagið verða betra með þessum rafrænu augnskönnum?
Einn hlutur er fyrir viss!
Sólgleraugu verða ólöglegt í framtíðinni. Vegna þess að þeir Scrambla leysirinn úr augnskannanum. Jafnframt hatar ríkisstjórnin nuþegar sólgleraugu vegna þess að þau eru tákn fyrir “detachment” og andfélagsleg viðhorf, sem hafa engan stað í framtíðar samfélaginu.
Einnig verður hver maður (og konur lika) að spyrja sig: Hvað skal gjöra?
Hasta la Victoria siempre!
Eye Scanners will be important in the Future Society
Everything points in that direction... And it makes a lot of sense because the eye is, of course, the window to the soul.
The question is not if it will happen. It has already happened in Hospitals in Mexico, like this foto above shows. And also in the World Class Gym in Iceland. The important questions are: "When can we get rid of our old-fashioned keys on a keychain? And will society be better with these electronic eye scanners?
One thing is for sure!
Sun glasses will be illegal in the future. Because they scramble the laser from the Scanner. Furthermore, the government already hates sunglasses because they are a symbol of detachment and an antisocial attitude, which has no place in the future society.
One also has to ask oneself: WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
Hasta la victoria siempre!
Sun glasses will be illegal in the future. Because they scramble the laser from the Scanner. Furthermore, the government already hates sunglasses because they are a symbol of detachment and an antisocial attitude, which has no place in the future society.
Hasta la victoria siempre!
sunnudagur, 10. júlí 2011
Jarvis is a legend; no! better than a legend - Pulp live in Hyde Park on 3rd of july 2011
At the end of the set, during a prolonged version of Common People, comrade Jarvis Cocker, poet/philosoper of british band Pulp talked to the masses:
“I want to applaud you, since you’ve been applauding us all the time.”
He then introduced his band, and ended by introducing himself:
“and also … me! My name is Jarvis Cocker.”
He then plunged again into an altered version of the famous chorus:
“I wanna live with
I wanna live with
I wanna live with
Common people
Common people like you
La lalla lalla la la la lalla lalla lalla!”
"Thank you for being here. It’s been great to play for you guys. Hope you enjoyed the bands today.I hope to see you again … in about 15 years time.”
I was extremely happy about being able to hear Pulp live. I didn’t see them because you had to pay to get into the festival area, but just outside the gates you could hear just fine. I have been a great fan of Pulp ever since I was 10 or 12 or something and first heard the album “Different Class” which came out 1995. I now consider it a masterpiece of classic modern pop music.
Back then when “Common people” was a big hit on the radio, my buddy Theodor Sölvi Thomasson, actor/philosopher, asked me in earnest: “Do you think we are common people, or are we rare?”
I have to add here that we were at that time sunk head over heels in the collectible card game “Magic the gathering”. In this game you had to buy packets with ten cards, and if you were lucky you would get one rare card. According to the official “Magic the gathering” magazine some of the rare cards were worth a lot of money. The so called “Black lotus” for example, was listed at some 300 dollars. We, the collectors of Magic, couldn’t dream of anything greater than to come in to possession of an expensive rare card.
When Theodor asked me if we were rare I answered without hesitation:
-No, we are as common as anyone. The only people who are rare are Kings, Leaders of Nations and maybe CEOs of big corporations.
Theodor accepted this explanation and we went into his room to listen to Pulp and trade some Magic collectible cards.
Now I have completely change my mind. A revolution in my thinking has taken place.
It is the Greek girl with “thirst for knowledge”, which Jarvis met at St. Martins College that is common. I have understood what the great philosopher Jarvis Cocker is saying with this song. It is us, the poor peasants of the world that cannot afford personal jets and expensive tuition fees to prestigious universities, that are the real rare and special people. And actor / philosopher Theoder Sölvi Thomasson is by now a very rare young man – at the very least he is odd and strange.
You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.
Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.
Although the crowd cheered them on Pulp didn’t play any more songs on this Sunday evening 3rd of July 2011. Cocker and his comrades left the stage, and in about two minutes somebody played elevator music with saxophon solos through the loudspeakers in Hyde Park. This was so terrible that everybody hurried out of the festival area through the gates. I followed along with the mass on the way to the next tube station. On the way I heard snippets of conversations. They were all about the same thing.
“Jarvis is a legend.”
“Jarvis is better…”
Pulp playing Common People live somewhere else
Jarvis singing Common people at legendary concert in Glastonbury 1995
Hasta la victoria siempre!
“I want to applaud you, since you’ve been applauding us all the time.”
He then introduced his band, and ended by introducing himself:
“and also … me! My name is Jarvis Cocker.”
He then plunged again into an altered version of the famous chorus:
“I wanna live with
I wanna live with
I wanna live with
Common people
Common people like you
La lalla lalla la la la lalla lalla lalla!”
"Thank you for being here. It’s been great to play for you guys. Hope you enjoyed the bands today.I hope to see you again … in about 15 years time.”
I was extremely happy about being able to hear Pulp live. I didn’t see them because you had to pay to get into the festival area, but just outside the gates you could hear just fine. I have been a great fan of Pulp ever since I was 10 or 12 or something and first heard the album “Different Class” which came out 1995. I now consider it a masterpiece of classic modern pop music.
Back then when “Common people” was a big hit on the radio, my buddy Theodor Sölvi Thomasson, actor/philosopher, asked me in earnest: “Do you think we are common people, or are we rare?”
I have to add here that we were at that time sunk head over heels in the collectible card game “Magic the gathering”. In this game you had to buy packets with ten cards, and if you were lucky you would get one rare card. According to the official “Magic the gathering” magazine some of the rare cards were worth a lot of money. The so called “Black lotus” for example, was listed at some 300 dollars. We, the collectors of Magic, couldn’t dream of anything greater than to come in to possession of an expensive rare card.
When Theodor asked me if we were rare I answered without hesitation:
-No, we are as common as anyone. The only people who are rare are Kings, Leaders of Nations and maybe CEOs of big corporations.
Theodor accepted this explanation and we went into his room to listen to Pulp and trade some Magic collectible cards.
Now I have completely change my mind. A revolution in my thinking has taken place.
It is the Greek girl with “thirst for knowledge”, which Jarvis met at St. Martins College that is common. I have understood what the great philosopher Jarvis Cocker is saying with this song. It is us, the poor peasants of the world that cannot afford personal jets and expensive tuition fees to prestigious universities, that are the real rare and special people. And actor / philosopher Theoder Sölvi Thomasson is by now a very rare young man – at the very least he is odd and strange.
You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.
Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.
Although the crowd cheered them on Pulp didn’t play any more songs on this Sunday evening 3rd of July 2011. Cocker and his comrades left the stage, and in about two minutes somebody played elevator music with saxophon solos through the loudspeakers in Hyde Park. This was so terrible that everybody hurried out of the festival area through the gates. I followed along with the mass on the way to the next tube station. On the way I heard snippets of conversations. They were all about the same thing.
“Jarvis is a legend.”
“Jarvis is better…”
Pulp playing Common People live somewhere else
Jarvis singing Common people at legendary concert in Glastonbury 1995
Hasta la victoria siempre!
Pulp live i Hyde Park 3. juli 2011
Í lok sett, á meðan langvarandi útgáfa af Common People, félagi Jarvis Cocker, skáld / philosoper of British band Pulp talaði til fjöldans:
"Ég vil fagna þér, fyrst þú hefur verið applauding okkur allan tímann."
Hann kynnti þá hljómsveit hans, og endaði með því að kynna sig:
"Og líka ... mér! Mitt nafn er Jarvis Cocker ".
Hann fór síðan aftur inn í breyttri útgáfu af fræga kór:
"Ég vil lifa með
Ég vil lifa með
Ég vil lifa með
Common fólk
Common fólk eins og þú
La Lalla Lalla la la la Lalla Lalla Lalla! "
Þakka þér fyrir að vera hér. Það hefur verið frábært að spila fyrir ykkur. Vona að þú notið hljómsveitir today.I vonast til að sjá þig aftur ... í um 15 ár. "
Ég var mjög ánægð að vera fær um að heyra Pulp lifa. Ég vissi ekki sjá þá vegna þess að þú þurftir að borga til að komast inn á hátíðina svæði, en rétt utan við hliðin að þú gætir heyrt eins og heilbrigður. Ég hef verið mikill aðdáandi af Pulp alltaf síðan ég var 10 eða 12 eða eitthvað og fyrst heyrði plötuna "Different Class" sem kom út 1995. Ég tel nú meistaraverk af klassískum nútíma popp tónlist.
Þá er "Common fólk" var stór högg í útvarpinu, minn vinur Theodor Sölvi Thomasson, leikari / heimspekingur, spurði mig í fullri alvöru: "Heldurðu að við erum venjulegt fólk, eða erum við mjög sjaldgæfum?" Ég verð að bæta hér að við vorum á þeim tíma sökkt höfuð yfir hæla á kortinu safna leikur "Magic að safna". Í þessum leik þurfti að kaupa pakka með tíu spil, og ef þú varst heppinn að þú vildi fá einn sjaldgæft kort. Samkvæmt opinberum "Magic að safna" tímaritið sumir af the sjaldgæfur spil voru virði mikið af peningum. Hinir svokölluðu "Black Lotus" til dæmis, var skráð í um 300 dollara. Við, innheimtumanni Magic, gat ekki draum um neitt meira en að koma í eigu dýr sjaldgæf kort.
Þegar Theodor spurði mig hvort við værum sjaldgæf Ég svaraði hiklaust:
-Nei við erum algengt eins og einhver. Eina fólkið sem eru mjög sjaldgæf eru Kings, Leiðtogar þjóða og kannski forstjóri stór fyrirtæki.
Theodor samþykkt skýringu og við fórum inn í herbergið hans til að hlusta á Pulp og viðskipti sumir Magic spil safna.
Nú hef ég breytt algjörlega skoðun. Það er gríska stúlka með "þorsta fyrir þekkingu", sem Jarvis hitti á St Martins College sem er algengt. Ég hef skilið hvað mikill heimspekingurinn Jarvis Cocker er að segja með þessu lagi. Okkur hennar, fátækum peasants í heiminum sem getur ekki efni á persónulega Jets og dýr skólagjöld á virtu háskóla, sem eru raunveruleg sjaldgæf og sérstök fólk. Og leikari / heimspekingur Theoder Sölvi Thomasson er nú mjög sjaldgæft ungur maður - að minnsta kosti að hann er stakur og undarlegt.
Þú munt aldrei lifa eins og venjulegt fólk,
þú munt aldrei gera það venjulegt fólk gerir,
þú munt aldrei mistakast eins og venjulegt fólk,
þú munt aldrei horfa á lífið renna út á að skoða,
og dans og drekka, og skrúfa,
vegna þess að það er ekkert annað að gera.
Syngja ásamt venjulegt fólk,
syngja með og það gæti bara fá þig í gegnum,
hlæja ásamt venjulegt fólk,
hlægja eftir jafnvel þótt þeir séu að hlæja að þér,
og heimskur það sem þú gerir.
Þar sem þú heldur að fátækur er svalt.
Þrátt fyrir að mannfjöldi fagnaðarlæti þá á Pulp spilaði ekki fleiri lög á þetta sunnudagskvöldið 3. júl 2011. Cocker og félagar hans fór á svið og í um tvær mínútur einhver spilaði lyftu tónlist með solos saxophon gegnum hátalara í Hyde Park. Þetta var svo hræðilegt að allir flýtti af hátíðarinnar svæðinu um hliðin. Ég fylgdi ásamt massa á leiðinni yfir í næsta rör stöð. Á leiðinni heyrði ég sýnishorn af samtölum. Þeir voru allir um það sama.
"Jarvis er þjóðsaga."
"Jarvis er betra ..."
Pulp ad spila Common People vid annad taekifaeri
Hasta la victoria siempre!
"Ég vil fagna þér, fyrst þú hefur verið applauding okkur allan tímann."
Hann kynnti þá hljómsveit hans, og endaði með því að kynna sig:
"Og líka ... mér! Mitt nafn er Jarvis Cocker ".
Hann fór síðan aftur inn í breyttri útgáfu af fræga kór:
"Ég vil lifa með
Ég vil lifa með
Ég vil lifa með
Common fólk
Common fólk eins og þú
La Lalla Lalla la la la Lalla Lalla Lalla! "
Þakka þér fyrir að vera hér. Það hefur verið frábært að spila fyrir ykkur. Vona að þú notið hljómsveitir today.I vonast til að sjá þig aftur ... í um 15 ár. "
Ég var mjög ánægð að vera fær um að heyra Pulp lifa. Ég vissi ekki sjá þá vegna þess að þú þurftir að borga til að komast inn á hátíðina svæði, en rétt utan við hliðin að þú gætir heyrt eins og heilbrigður. Ég hef verið mikill aðdáandi af Pulp alltaf síðan ég var 10 eða 12 eða eitthvað og fyrst heyrði plötuna "Different Class" sem kom út 1995. Ég tel nú meistaraverk af klassískum nútíma popp tónlist.
Þá er "Common fólk" var stór högg í útvarpinu, minn vinur Theodor Sölvi Thomasson, leikari / heimspekingur, spurði mig í fullri alvöru: "Heldurðu að við erum venjulegt fólk, eða erum við mjög sjaldgæfum?" Ég verð að bæta hér að við vorum á þeim tíma sökkt höfuð yfir hæla á kortinu safna leikur "Magic að safna". Í þessum leik þurfti að kaupa pakka með tíu spil, og ef þú varst heppinn að þú vildi fá einn sjaldgæft kort. Samkvæmt opinberum "Magic að safna" tímaritið sumir af the sjaldgæfur spil voru virði mikið af peningum. Hinir svokölluðu "Black Lotus" til dæmis, var skráð í um 300 dollara. Við, innheimtumanni Magic, gat ekki draum um neitt meira en að koma í eigu dýr sjaldgæf kort.
Þegar Theodor spurði mig hvort við værum sjaldgæf Ég svaraði hiklaust:
-Nei við erum algengt eins og einhver. Eina fólkið sem eru mjög sjaldgæf eru Kings, Leiðtogar þjóða og kannski forstjóri stór fyrirtæki.
Theodor samþykkt skýringu og við fórum inn í herbergið hans til að hlusta á Pulp og viðskipti sumir Magic spil safna.
Nú hef ég breytt algjörlega skoðun. Það er gríska stúlka með "þorsta fyrir þekkingu", sem Jarvis hitti á St Martins College sem er algengt. Ég hef skilið hvað mikill heimspekingurinn Jarvis Cocker er að segja með þessu lagi. Okkur hennar, fátækum peasants í heiminum sem getur ekki efni á persónulega Jets og dýr skólagjöld á virtu háskóla, sem eru raunveruleg sjaldgæf og sérstök fólk. Og leikari / heimspekingur Theoder Sölvi Thomasson er nú mjög sjaldgæft ungur maður - að minnsta kosti að hann er stakur og undarlegt.
Þú munt aldrei lifa eins og venjulegt fólk,
þú munt aldrei gera það venjulegt fólk gerir,
þú munt aldrei mistakast eins og venjulegt fólk,
þú munt aldrei horfa á lífið renna út á að skoða,
og dans og drekka, og skrúfa,
vegna þess að það er ekkert annað að gera.
Syngja ásamt venjulegt fólk,
syngja með og það gæti bara fá þig í gegnum,
hlæja ásamt venjulegt fólk,
hlægja eftir jafnvel þótt þeir séu að hlæja að þér,
og heimskur það sem þú gerir.
Þar sem þú heldur að fátækur er svalt.
Þrátt fyrir að mannfjöldi fagnaðarlæti þá á Pulp spilaði ekki fleiri lög á þetta sunnudagskvöldið 3. júl 2011. Cocker og félagar hans fór á svið og í um tvær mínútur einhver spilaði lyftu tónlist með solos saxophon gegnum hátalara í Hyde Park. Þetta var svo hræðilegt að allir flýtti af hátíðarinnar svæðinu um hliðin. Ég fylgdi ásamt massa á leiðinni yfir í næsta rör stöð. Á leiðinni heyrði ég sýnishorn af samtölum. Þeir voru allir um það sama.
"Jarvis er þjóðsaga."
"Jarvis er betra ..."
Pulp ad spila Common People vid annad taekifaeri
Hasta la victoria siempre!
miðvikudagur, 6. júlí 2011
Slavoj Zizek - Amy Goodman - Julian Assange
And here is what they said:
http://www.truth-out.org/exclusive-julian-assange-wikileaks-philosopher-slavoj-conversation-amy-goodman/1310044343
And here is where the truth lies:
Wikileaks of Julian Assange
Hasta la victoria siempre!
Nokkrar ljosmyndir | A few photographs
Straetostodin thar sem eg hvildi mig adfaranott 2. juli 2011 | The bus station where i lay and rested the night before 2nd July 2011
Hasta la victoria siempre!
þriðjudagur, 5. júlí 2011
Lentur aftur i Berlin
Klukkan niu i morgunn lenti flugvelin min a Schonefeld. I dag hef eg sofid slatta, en a naestu dogum aetla eg ad posta sendibrjefum fra London, sem eg hef thegar handskrifad i stilabaekur.
Munid ad thad er bara "One Solution. Revolution!"
Hasta la victoria siempre!
Munid ad thad er bara "One Solution. Revolution!"
Hasta la victoria siempre!
mánudagur, 4. júlí 2011
Byltingarstemning a Closing Rally "Marxism 2011"
Herna koma nokkur slagord sem Comrades hropudu eda stodu skrifud a plakotum.
-"Some cuts never heal!
-"UEL students support the Strikes."
-"Response to cuts: let banks and companies pay their taxes."
-"No cuts, fight for every job!"
-"Don't let them steal our pensions."
-"Unite against fascism."
-"Marx is muss. Smash capitalism!"
-"We won't let fear rule the street. Defend the right to protest!"
-"So long as the workers of the world stay united, they will never be defeated!"
-"Queen Mary students say: Stop the cuts / start the strikes!"
-"What parliament does, the streets can undo."
Ad lokum sungu allir internationalinn. Einhver madur hropadi "One solution", annar svaradi "Revolution". Svo toku allir undir
"One solution. Revolution!"
"One solution. Revolution!"
"One solution. Revolution!"
Hasta la victoria siempre!
-"Some cuts never heal!
-"UEL students support the Strikes."
-"Response to cuts: let banks and companies pay their taxes."
-"No cuts, fight for every job!"
-"Don't let them steal our pensions."
-"Unite against fascism."
-"Marx is muss. Smash capitalism!"
-"We won't let fear rule the street. Defend the right to protest!"
-"So long as the workers of the world stay united, they will never be defeated!"
-"Queen Mary students say: Stop the cuts / start the strikes!"
-"What parliament does, the streets can undo."
Ad lokum sungu allir internationalinn. Einhver madur hropadi "One solution", annar svaradi "Revolution". Svo toku allir undir
"One solution. Revolution!"
"One solution. Revolution!"
"One solution. Revolution!"
Hasta la victoria siempre!
sunnudagur, 3. júlí 2011
Woke up in a fleamarket
Sat 2nd July 2011 - raised a flea market
This story a beginning in the ferret snilldarhugmynd ritarans buying a wedge of Johnny Walker Red Label whiskey for 9.90 euros at the airport in (host!) Astana as he waited for the boar machine to London. Stansted Express train to Liverpool Street station Tok ferret secretary may pile cap. To make a long story short: last sip before unloading could share updates secretary med block unemployed man from Tanzania who he met in feces piston (cf. Kaffibarinn) named Jazz Club, somewhere in the north east of London. Ferries secretary and sat on Tansaniubuinn dyrathrepi skeggraeddu and importance of humanity save proj Julian Assange when the bottle was suddenly tom. They took the decision to take one bus a better place.
The bus came. Men went in, but Malin took an unexpected turn when driver would fare and news writer has been spending all go cane balance without a recall where. I was thrown ut and Tansaniumadurinn wrong, my friend, disappeared into the night bus, which actually had transformed this morning All hamaganginum.
Nu were advising the door. I knew nothing about what I was supposed to do and present anywhere in any neighborhood in London with no money and Toma viskiflosku.l So I did what everyone had done in my tracks. I laid me down on the course of the Lady with a rucksack under the neck and rested eye while I thought what I could do next.
---Next time I know of my man standing over me and poke me with sticks. The sun is shining and everything around me used parts and junk Miscellaneous. Someone had apparently set up a flea market while I slept. Nu kapitalismiinn could no longer bear that I agree pushed Stet start picking, so floamarkadsstjorinn poke me with sticks on fire gong, but was so friendly to point me to the cafe where I could get tea.
I slang in there and radiates Order a large jar of black coffee.I forgot to say that after a markadsstjoranum watt to me middle-aged male man of African origin and told me that people who have no roof over their heads - and they are many in London - go often to the park across the street acid to to rest, if weather permits. I thanked the series, but cursed by not having met this man last night when this information would serve me very well. But otherwise, nothing to sleep That's the start: The only problem was fool who wanted to operate a flea market necessarily exactly where I lay, asleep.
Anyways. After kaffibollann I went back out to ask markadsstorann afokunar should have been. I excused myself because I did not know there was a flea market a pool yesterday.-Okay, he said, but why and what are you doing in LondonI replied that I had come for a meeting Julian Assange and Slavoj Zizek, and to download Marxistaradstefnuna University College London. We noticed speech by Marx and he had various other saying. Till such as Marx had it at that over time, only a stone's throw from hteim where I spent the night inside. Several litters north. The earliest humans ihverfinu tell that he was a mysterious and authoritarian man.
Everything in life happens for a reason. The pig is born so that we can eat bacon. God made my nose to get us set up the glasses and all that. Now that I write these words I see in the random shooting atburdiri why this strange policy. God let me have Klink on the bus that I sleeping on this fair Lady and would be raised with sticks of elderly Marketing. And I met markadsstjorann out because he told me next time.
There were remarkable news that markadsstjorinn told me. I know that missive has become long and now it is important to takak after. Markadsstjorinn said that it would not just be a Marxist who lived in the neighborhood, but have lived in Josef Stalin also about time. But he went disguised, and answered the name "Peter the Painter," said the oldest, and mindful most people. That's right - big news - and the first skubbid on this trip.
Live healthy!
This story a beginning in the ferret snilldarhugmynd ritarans buying a wedge of Johnny Walker Red Label whiskey for 9.90 euros at the airport in (host!) Astana as he waited for the boar machine to London. Stansted Express train to Liverpool Street station Tok ferret secretary may pile cap. To make a long story short: last sip before unloading could share updates secretary med block unemployed man from Tanzania who he met in feces piston (cf. Kaffibarinn) named Jazz Club, somewhere in the north east of London. Ferries secretary and sat on Tansaniubuinn dyrathrepi skeggraeddu and importance of humanity save proj Julian Assange when the bottle was suddenly tom. They took the decision to take one bus a better place.
The bus came. Men went in, but Malin took an unexpected turn when driver would fare and news writer has been spending all go cane balance without a recall where. I was thrown ut and Tansaniumadurinn wrong, my friend, disappeared into the night bus, which actually had transformed this morning All hamaganginum.
Nu were advising the door. I knew nothing about what I was supposed to do and present anywhere in any neighborhood in London with no money and Toma viskiflosku.l So I did what everyone had done in my tracks. I laid me down on the course of the Lady with a rucksack under the neck and rested eye while I thought what I could do next.
---Next time I know of my man standing over me and poke me with sticks. The sun is shining and everything around me used parts and junk Miscellaneous. Someone had apparently set up a flea market while I slept. Nu kapitalismiinn could no longer bear that I agree pushed Stet start picking, so floamarkadsstjorinn poke me with sticks on fire gong, but was so friendly to point me to the cafe where I could get tea.
I slang in there and radiates Order a large jar of black coffee.I forgot to say that after a markadsstjoranum watt to me middle-aged male man of African origin and told me that people who have no roof over their heads - and they are many in London - go often to the park across the street acid to to rest, if weather permits. I thanked the series, but cursed by not having met this man last night when this information would serve me very well. But otherwise, nothing to sleep That's the start: The only problem was fool who wanted to operate a flea market necessarily exactly where I lay, asleep.
Anyways. After kaffibollann I went back out to ask markadsstorann afokunar should have been. I excused myself because I did not know there was a flea market a pool yesterday.-Okay, he said, but why and what are you doing in LondonI replied that I had come for a meeting Julian Assange and Slavoj Zizek, and to download Marxistaradstefnuna University College London. We noticed speech by Marx and he had various other saying. Till such as Marx had it at that over time, only a stone's throw from hteim where I spent the night inside. Several litters north. The earliest humans ihverfinu tell that he was a mysterious and authoritarian man.
Everything in life happens for a reason. The pig is born so that we can eat bacon. God made my nose to get us set up the glasses and all that. Now that I write these words I see in the random shooting atburdiri why this strange policy. God let me have Klink on the bus that I sleeping on this fair Lady and would be raised with sticks of elderly Marketing. And I met markadsstjorann out because he told me next time.
There were remarkable news that markadsstjorinn told me. I know that missive has become long and now it is important to takak after. Markadsstjorinn said that it would not just be a Marxist who lived in the neighborhood, but have lived in Josef Stalin also about time. But he went disguised, and answered the name "Peter the Painter," said the oldest, and mindful most people. That's right - big news - and the first skubbid on this trip.
Live healthy!
Vaknað á flóamarkaði í London
Lau 2. juli 2011 - Vaknad a floamarkadi
Thessi frasogn a upphaf i theirri snilldarhugmynd frettaritarans ad kaupa ser fleyg af Johnny Walker Red Label whiskey fyrir 9,90 evrur a flugvellinum i (host!) Astana er hann beid eftir ad boarda velina til London. I stansted-express lestinni til Liverpool street station tok frettaritarinn tappann ur floskunni. Til ad gera langa sogu stutta: sidasta sopanum ur floskunni deildi frettaritarinn med atvinnulausum blokkumanni fra Tansaniu sem hann kynntist a skitabullu (sbr. Kaffibarinn) sem heitir Jazzclub, einhversstadar i nordaustur hluta London. Frettaritarinn og Tansaniubuinn satu a dyrathrepi og skeggraeddu mikilvaegi mannkynsfrelsaranns Julian Assange thegar flaskan var skyndilega tom. Their toku akvordun um ad taka straeto eitthvert a betri stad.
Straeto kom. Menn stigu inn, en malin toku ovaenta stefnu thegar bilstjorinn vildi fargjald og frettaritarinn buinn ad eyda ollum farareyrinum an thess a muna hvar. Mer var hent ofugum ut og Tansaniumadurinn, vinur minn, hvarf med straetisvagninum ut i nottina, sem reyndar hafdi umbreyst i morgunn i ollum hamaganginum.
Nu voru god rad dyr. Eg vissi ekkert hvad eg atti ad gera og staddur einhvers stadar i einhverju hverfi i London med engan pening og toma viskiflosku.l Svo eg gerdi thad sem allir hefdu gert i minum sporum. Eg lagdi mig nidur a gangstettinni med bakpokann undir hnakkanum og hvildi augnlokin medan eg hugsadi hvad eg gaeti gert naest.
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Naest thegar eg veit af mer stendur madur yfir mer og potar i mig med priki. Solin skin og allt i kringum mig eru notadir hlutir og skran ymiss konar. Einhver hafdi greinilega sett upp floamarkad a medan eg svaf. Nu gat kapitalismiinn ekki lengur tholad ad eg samnytti gangstettina, svo floamarkadsstjorinn potadi i mig med gonguprikinu sinu, en var svo vinalegur ad benda mer a kaffihus thar sem eg gaeti fengid te.
Eg slangradi thangad inn og pantadi stora krus af svortu kaffi.
Eg gleymdi ad segja fra thvi ad a eftir markadsstjoranum vatt ser ad mer midaldra karlmadur af afrisku bergi brotinn og sagdi mer fra thvi ad menn, sem ekki hafa thak yfir hofudid - og their eru margir i London - fara idulega i gardinn hinum megin gotunnar til ad hvila sig, ef vedur leyfir. Eg thakkadi radin, en bolvadi thvi ad ad hafa ekki hitt thennan mann i gaerkvoldi thegar thessar upplysingar hefdu nyst mer mjog vel. En annars er ekkert ad thvi ad sofa gangstettinni; eina vandamalid voru fiflin sem endilega vildu reka floamarkad nakvaemlega thar sem eg la og svaf.
Allaveganna. Eftir kaffibollann for eg aftur ut til ad bidja markadsstorann afokunar a ad hafa verid fyrir. Eg afsakadi mig med thvi ad eg hafi ekki vitad ad tharna vaeri floamarkadur a laugardogum.
-Allt i lagi, sagdi hann, en hvadan kemuru og hvad ertu ad gera i London
Eg svaradi honum thvi ad eg vaeri kominn vegna fundar Julian Assange og Slavoj Zizek og til ad saekja Marxistaradstefnuna i University College London. Vid tokum tal saman um Marx og hann hafdi fra ymsu ad segja. Till daems thad ad Marx hafdi a sinum tima buid adeins steinsnar fra hteim stad thar sem eg eyddi nottinni. Nokkrum gotum nordar. Elstu menn ihverfinu herma ad hann hafi verid dularfullur og einraenn madur.
Allt i lifinu gerist fyrir astaedu. Svinid faedist til ad vid getum bordad beikon. Gud skapadi nefid til ad vid gaetum sett upp gleraugun og allt thad. Nu thegar eg skrifa thessi ord se eg i hendingu afhverju atburdiri toku thessa undarlegu stefnu. Gud let mig ekki eiga klink i straeto til ad eg svaefi a thessari gangstett og yrdi vakinn med priki af oldrudum markadsstjora. Og eg hitti markadsstjorann ut af thvi sem hann sagdi mer naest.
Thad voru otrulegar frettir sem markadsstjorinn sagdi mer. Eg veit ad pistillinn er ordinn langur en nuna er mikilvaegt ad takak eftir. Markadsstjorinn sagdi mer ad thad hefdi ekki bara verid Marx sem bjo i hverfinu, heldur hafi Josef Stalin buid thar lika um tima. En hann for huldu hofdi og svaradi nafninu "Peter the Painter", segja elstu og minnugustu menn. Thar hafid thid thad - storar frettir - og fyrsta skubbid i thessari ferd.
Lifid heil!
...ad lokum legg eg til ad Karthagoborg og Valholl verdi lagdar i eydi.
Thessi frasogn a upphaf i theirri snilldarhugmynd frettaritarans ad kaupa ser fleyg af Johnny Walker Red Label whiskey fyrir 9,90 evrur a flugvellinum i (host!) Astana er hann beid eftir ad boarda velina til London. I stansted-express lestinni til Liverpool street station tok frettaritarinn tappann ur floskunni. Til ad gera langa sogu stutta: sidasta sopanum ur floskunni deildi frettaritarinn med atvinnulausum blokkumanni fra Tansaniu sem hann kynntist a skitabullu (sbr. Kaffibarinn) sem heitir Jazzclub, einhversstadar i nordaustur hluta London. Frettaritarinn og Tansaniubuinn satu a dyrathrepi og skeggraeddu mikilvaegi mannkynsfrelsaranns Julian Assange thegar flaskan var skyndilega tom. Their toku akvordun um ad taka straeto eitthvert a betri stad.
Straeto kom. Menn stigu inn, en malin toku ovaenta stefnu thegar bilstjorinn vildi fargjald og frettaritarinn buinn ad eyda ollum farareyrinum an thess a muna hvar. Mer var hent ofugum ut og Tansaniumadurinn, vinur minn, hvarf med straetisvagninum ut i nottina, sem reyndar hafdi umbreyst i morgunn i ollum hamaganginum.
Nu voru god rad dyr. Eg vissi ekkert hvad eg atti ad gera og staddur einhvers stadar i einhverju hverfi i London med engan pening og toma viskiflosku.l Svo eg gerdi thad sem allir hefdu gert i minum sporum. Eg lagdi mig nidur a gangstettinni med bakpokann undir hnakkanum og hvildi augnlokin medan eg hugsadi hvad eg gaeti gert naest.
---
Naest thegar eg veit af mer stendur madur yfir mer og potar i mig med priki. Solin skin og allt i kringum mig eru notadir hlutir og skran ymiss konar. Einhver hafdi greinilega sett upp floamarkad a medan eg svaf. Nu gat kapitalismiinn ekki lengur tholad ad eg samnytti gangstettina, svo floamarkadsstjorinn potadi i mig med gonguprikinu sinu, en var svo vinalegur ad benda mer a kaffihus thar sem eg gaeti fengid te.
Eg slangradi thangad inn og pantadi stora krus af svortu kaffi.
Eg gleymdi ad segja fra thvi ad a eftir markadsstjoranum vatt ser ad mer midaldra karlmadur af afrisku bergi brotinn og sagdi mer fra thvi ad menn, sem ekki hafa thak yfir hofudid - og their eru margir i London - fara idulega i gardinn hinum megin gotunnar til ad hvila sig, ef vedur leyfir. Eg thakkadi radin, en bolvadi thvi ad ad hafa ekki hitt thennan mann i gaerkvoldi thegar thessar upplysingar hefdu nyst mer mjog vel. En annars er ekkert ad thvi ad sofa gangstettinni; eina vandamalid voru fiflin sem endilega vildu reka floamarkad nakvaemlega thar sem eg la og svaf.
Allaveganna. Eftir kaffibollann for eg aftur ut til ad bidja markadsstorann afokunar a ad hafa verid fyrir. Eg afsakadi mig med thvi ad eg hafi ekki vitad ad tharna vaeri floamarkadur a laugardogum.
-Allt i lagi, sagdi hann, en hvadan kemuru og hvad ertu ad gera i London
Eg svaradi honum thvi ad eg vaeri kominn vegna fundar Julian Assange og Slavoj Zizek og til ad saekja Marxistaradstefnuna i University College London. Vid tokum tal saman um Marx og hann hafdi fra ymsu ad segja. Till daems thad ad Marx hafdi a sinum tima buid adeins steinsnar fra hteim stad thar sem eg eyddi nottinni. Nokkrum gotum nordar. Elstu menn ihverfinu herma ad hann hafi verid dularfullur og einraenn madur.
Allt i lifinu gerist fyrir astaedu. Svinid faedist til ad vid getum bordad beikon. Gud skapadi nefid til ad vid gaetum sett upp gleraugun og allt thad. Nu thegar eg skrifa thessi ord se eg i hendingu afhverju atburdiri toku thessa undarlegu stefnu. Gud let mig ekki eiga klink i straeto til ad eg svaefi a thessari gangstett og yrdi vakinn med priki af oldrudum markadsstjora. Og eg hitti markadsstjorann ut af thvi sem hann sagdi mer naest.
Thad voru otrulegar frettir sem markadsstjorinn sagdi mer. Eg veit ad pistillinn er ordinn langur en nuna er mikilvaegt ad takak eftir. Markadsstjorinn sagdi mer ad thad hefdi ekki bara verid Marx sem bjo i hverfinu, heldur hafi Josef Stalin buid thar lika um tima. En hann for huldu hofdi og svaradi nafninu "Peter the Painter", segja elstu og minnugustu menn. Thar hafid thid thad - storar frettir - og fyrsta skubbid i thessari ferd.
Lifid heil!
...ad lokum legg eg til ad Karthagoborg og Valholl verdi lagdar i eydi.
laugardagur, 2. júlí 2011
Bootlegg upptaka af samtali Assange og Zizek London 2. juli 2011 | Bootlegg tape of Assange and Zizek in London 2. juli 2011
Nykominn ut af fundi Assange og Zizek. Mjog inspirerandi menn. Markmid Assange i lifinu er ad allir menn geti oheft talad saman og haft samskipti med hjalp tolva og taekja an truflunar kugara. Afar gofugt hja manninum.
Vegna mikils innblasturs fra Assange og Zizek hef eg akvedid ad posta upptoku af samtalinu.
In english translated:
Just come out of the meeting Assange and Zizek. INSPIRE very anti-men. Assange goal in life is that all people can talk together freely and communicate with the help of computers and devices without interruption oppressors. Afar noble with the man.
This recording has been scrambled by the CIA and KGB. But here you can hear the conversation:
http://www.truth-out.org/exclusive-julian-assange-wikileaks-philosopher-slavoj-conversation-amy-goodman/1310044343
Due to the large inspiration fra Assange Zizek and I have decided that posts a recording of the conversation.
Vegna mikils innblasturs fra Assange og Zizek hef eg akvedid ad posta upptoku af samtalinu.
In english translated:
Just come out of the meeting Assange and Zizek. INSPIRE very anti-men. Assange goal in life is that all people can talk together freely and communicate with the help of computers and devices without interruption oppressors. Afar noble with the man.
This recording has been scrambled by the CIA and KGB. But here you can hear the conversation:
http://www.truth-out.org/exclusive-julian-assange-wikileaks-philosopher-slavoj-conversation-amy-goodman/1310044343
Due to the large inspiration fra Assange Zizek and I have decided that posts a recording of the conversation.
föstudagur, 1. júlí 2011
Feng Shui um "How to get rich quick"
I ar eru i juli 5 fostudagar, 5 laugardagar og 5 sunnudagar. Thetta gerist einu sinni a 823 ara fresti. Thetta er kallad peningapokar. Ef thu kopierar thetta a statusinn thinn a Facebook tha koma peningar innan fjogurra daga. Thetta er byggt a aldagamalli kinverskri heimspeki eftir Feng Shui.
Their sem lesa thetta og kopiera ekki munu sja a eftir ollum peningunum sinum.
Feng Shui er fornt kinverskt fagurfraedi kerfi sem stendur traustum fotum a himnum (i stjornufraedi) og a jordinni (i jardfraedi). Thad getur hjalpad folki ad baeta lif sitt med thvi ad auka hid jakvaeda "qi". Upphaflaga var Feng Shui kallad Kan Yu, sem thydir "Tao himins og jardar".
"Qi" er hreyfanlega jakvaed (eda neikvaed) orka sem leikur lykilhlutverk i lifinu. I Feng Shui sem og i Kinverskum bardagalistum visar thad til orku, einskonar lifsorku. Med taeki sem kallast Luopan er haegt ad maela "Qi" i loftinu. Og vestraeni visindamadurinn Max Knoll kom med tha tilgatu 1951 ad "Qi" se akvedid form af geislun fra solinni, sem ris og fellur i samraemi vid svokallad solarvedur.
Samkvaemt thessari kenningu ma rekja efnahagskreppur til vedrabrigda a solinni. Og verdur thad ad telast afar liklegt. Thvi ad i fyrsta lagi tha er "Feng Shui" speki mjog gamalreynd thekking sem hefur synt sig ad virkar. I odru lagi tha er solin "su modir sem gefur oss naeringu." I thridja hefur longu synt sig ad efnahagskreppur hafa litid sem ekkert ad gera med thad sem vid mennirnir gerum.
...ad lokum legg eg til ad Karthagoborg og Valholl verdi lagdar i eydi.
Their sem lesa thetta og kopiera ekki munu sja a eftir ollum peningunum sinum.
Feng Shui er fornt kinverskt fagurfraedi kerfi sem stendur traustum fotum a himnum (i stjornufraedi) og a jordinni (i jardfraedi). Thad getur hjalpad folki ad baeta lif sitt med thvi ad auka hid jakvaeda "qi". Upphaflaga var Feng Shui kallad Kan Yu, sem thydir "Tao himins og jardar".
"Qi" er hreyfanlega jakvaed (eda neikvaed) orka sem leikur lykilhlutverk i lifinu. I Feng Shui sem og i Kinverskum bardagalistum visar thad til orku, einskonar lifsorku. Med taeki sem kallast Luopan er haegt ad maela "Qi" i loftinu. Og vestraeni visindamadurinn Max Knoll kom med tha tilgatu 1951 ad "Qi" se akvedid form af geislun fra solinni, sem ris og fellur i samraemi vid svokallad solarvedur.
Samkvaemt thessari kenningu ma rekja efnahagskreppur til vedrabrigda a solinni. Og verdur thad ad telast afar liklegt. Thvi ad i fyrsta lagi tha er "Feng Shui" speki mjog gamalreynd thekking sem hefur synt sig ad virkar. I odru lagi tha er solin "su modir sem gefur oss naeringu." I thridja hefur longu synt sig ad efnahagskreppur hafa litid sem ekkert ad gera med thad sem vid mennirnir gerum.
...ad lokum legg eg til ad Karthagoborg og Valholl verdi lagdar i eydi.
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