Welcome to the land of Papajob
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Not to far from here in a park is the calmest of the old giants. He is trying to solve a problem for a friend. Bombidae, the impossible little pilot. He is tired of people treating him like an impossibility. Like him I also carry the burden of many thoughts on the world I find my self. Although Mine are not as of such generel nature and embraces fewer aspects of the totality of being I still need to unload. This homepage is dedicated to this purpose. |
Like so many other people I have established a small electronic residence where people are always welcome to take a look inside and around. Usually I would argue that a good cup of coffee is the cornerstone of good hospitality (And here it is not the thought that counts but the quality of the coffee why the good reputation of american hospitality has to be seriously reconsidered). But untill the bandwith of the internet has reached a level where it can also support such senses as smell and taste I will have to point to the shortcomings of todays technology to excuse my own......
A little on me.
In the table below you will find a number of doors leading to different experiences I have had and therefore inevitably different sides of my person..... not that I really want to this outline in red or any other color for that matter but I get off on strange people reading my things.........
| Stuff caught in motion. | Stuff caught sitting down somewhere relevant |
| The little sailorboy | Thoughts on the way out of the dark continent |
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Breve der flyder ud over deres former |
Love moves in mysterious ways. |
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Description of a couple of hip towns everybody should visit |
I have working on a comic strip together with a friend of mine He does the drawing and I do the storyboard. Here is one of the characters in one of his early stages |
Kort novelle : Tjalphe og violinen
Painting by a friend of mine inspired by NietzscheFilosoferen med hammeren
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One of my favorite things to do is drinking coffee. Espresso preferably. Not just a little bit but a huge cup full of oil thick pure arabians. The best time to do it is the morning after e.g. a rave.
Your head is still spinning your body is not all with you. A huge cup is all it takes to reintroduce yourself to the world you left the night before. And what an entrance. You start shaking a little bit your head tosses the weights that someone for some obscene reason had wrapped around it. and suddenly all the lost images presents themselves massively and without stopping commented by lose fragments of conversations, funny and scary thoughts, little pieces of breakthroughs from an obscure world. That's when i like to lean back try to make my hard pumping heart give a little space for my lungs to breathe in. A deep breath should be bring the sufficient amount of oxygen to allow my hands to find a pen or turn on the pc or establish contact with some other media so this short time of intense living is not lost forever. On a Morning like this.
Links to pages I for some reason think people to visit
LAVAZZA - my ignorant sponsor of beautiful pictures. You ll find lots of these great pictures by Helmuth Newton among others.....
TransparencyNow-"a site that tries to make things clear" - very interesting site containing essays on cultural and media critisism.
Ctheory is an international journal of theory, technology and culture. insights and outsights..
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