low moral fiber.

600 to drink only water.

have you ever noticed how drinking water once in a while and taking time to realize it actually tastes amazing is a rare occurence? i’m drinking water now and it tastes fucking beautiful, like an orchestra of beautiful women/angels playing harps and wearing little other than roman togas are plucking their strings rhytmically on their little clouds above my head to every sip of the glass. like i’m drinking history, drinking my way down a glacier down to the wooly mammoths embedded in huge shards of crystallized water. exploring things. like i’m drinking art, the way the sunlight hits the glass, making strange golden shapes/shadows that move and curl and lick their way up onto the white-painted wall opposite me.
ice cold water, man.
no more soda for me.

595 feast / devolution 2010

so i’ve come to the realization that whenever i am at a party where i don’t know most of the people there i’ll usually sit around for maybe an hour or two looking awkwardly at people and being unable to hold a conversation. someone always asks me if i’m bored, if i’m okay, i reply by telling them i didn’t sleep much last night but i’m having a good time now. as i drink more i’ll begin pretending to enjoy conversations and monologues i halfheartedly find myself on the receiving end of, and as i’m starting to get wasted i’ll usually do something to piss someone off, be it mocking their favorite songs which are currently playing or just talking shit about some politician who genuinely pisses me off. politics makes everyone angry.

i have to wake up early tomorrow and buy a danish book about the roman empire. on wednesday i’ll write about the punic wars. on thursday i’ll sleep and watch television. on friday i’ll do something else.

i made this… i made this evil chiptune this morning, fueled by some weird dream i had. i can’t remember what it was about but it was pretty damn scary.

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590 oh please, oh please

things i have learned this week (or previously, as i have lost track of time)

“oh i guess where you come from moustaches like that are cool, huh?”

if you kick a streetlight in the right spot it’ll flicker, fuck up and die.

city bus drivers are assholes.

city people can’t understand my accent.

to the city you are nothing.

if you dismantle a digital camera (one you’ve found) don’t ever touch whatever looks like a battery.

homeless people are the only people worth talking to.

shaving isn’t worth it when you’ve got noone to impress with your dashing looks (you’ve lost them).

ikea tables are alpha and omega for an inefficient home studio setup.

the second channel on your four-track will never work properly. always use it.

the cute girl behind the counter isn’t into you, she never looks you in the eyes.

if you sleep all day you won’t really ever be hungry.

cold is your room’s way of whispering wake up.

studying is stupid stupid stupid stupid.

586 Idiot music.

I just returned (walked) from my first party of 2010.  At least I think it was as I can’t recall any other parties. Most of the year so far has been uneventful seeing as my entire daily routine has consisted of waking up late, playing fifa 2010 by myself while everyone else is at school and being half asleep/half awake on a couch viewing TV through tired, blurry, red eyes. Coffee.

It started off with me and my friend being too late for the bus, so we walked there because that seemed like the TOTALLY BADASS thing to do at the time, got cold and horrible about halfway but we both tried hard to not care so I suppose it was okay. When we got there I realized my strange western norwegian inside-anonymous-fjord dialect was something noone else could understand at all. I found myself trying to speak a kind of normalized TV dialect I made up on the spot, my drunken slur probably didn’t help. Told some cute artist girl I’d come to her exhibition in february. I won’t. I can’t remember where it was and I’d probably forget it anyway. Talked about communism and anarchism and other -isms for a long time until it just devolved into the standard “I’ve read more Marx than you” bullshit. I haven’t ever read Marx but it’s the cool thing to do.

I quickly discovered I no longer possess the ability to, for some reason, have a girl look back at me the exact same time I look at her. That used to happen before sometimes, but now it doesn’t. I suppose I’ve lost my charm or whatever. It bothered me and I thought about trying to hit on someone until some guy started playing guitar in a superior fucking rock star manner and I realized none of these hipsters are into noise rock. Or, well, they are, but not my noise. I guess that makes me a hipster to. I guessed it did and I felt okay again. Didn’t drink too much, didn’t fuck up or make myself look stupid, didn’t talk to everyone about dumb shit i don’t care about, didn’t lie about anything and didn’t sing at all. Uneventful, anonymous, just some guy noone knew.

What the fuck happened? Is this growing up or something?

All my best friends have girlfriends.

I am now in my bed listening to Pavement (shady lane), occasionally looking at pieces of furniture, thinking of nothing. A chair. A desk (never used) and an oven. I do this every night, I don’t know why and I just now realized it’s just one of those things I do. I’ll forget tomorrow.

A few nights ago, when I was somewhere inbetween asleep and awake I was thinking about writing a book. Everything came together, all these little sentences that were beautiful and clever. A story about a guy in a big city doing normal things, but all these things were worded extravagantly as if they mattered and as if there was a grand plan behind everything he never felt like doing. As I got up and reached for my notebook it was all gone. I scribbled down some dumb dinosaur, a speech bubble and the words “Idiot music”.

581 moleskine 07-08

some old drawings from when i couldn’t draw at all

(things haven’t really changed)

set to repetitive music i made on a gameboy color

576 yes yes yes

black pus / forcefield / lightning bolt / mindflayer are all equally amazing.

569 Sue Harding

This is one of the most hauntingly beautiful things I have heard all year.

suedotmatrix @ myspace

562 uma tsukarete

uma tsukarete is a collaborative effort between jesus seashell and cursed t-shirt, also featuring angst and a gameboy. 8-bit droney ambient indie-as-hell stuff.

check it out here

560 the quaint and heartwarming feeling of strange outdated technology

granulab + tascam + amiga a500-screen

oh wow.

553 idiot wind

i haven’t made any music in a while

the exams today went okay.

i saw a documentary on hitler a few days ago

wrote about it.