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roskilde and the month that follows

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i'm fresh out of the shower. so this is as clean as i'll be for the next nine days. no soap no fear. we're trucking out to roskilde tonight, to party in the queue and get into the festival site at 8am. it's one of those. glastonbury was never this hardcore. i'm not sure how we'll manage with all our stuff, with three tents and five crates of beer. not to forget the inflatable mattresses and backgammon board. but we will. here's hoping it wont be a rainy night. the weather's been pretty shitty the last week, but the forcast looks good at least. i've spent most of the last few days running around trying to find cheap string and gaffa tape, stuff to fix up our not exactly waterproof tents if everything goes wrong. it'll be just fine. worst case scenario is we float on our air beds.

i'll be back on the 7th of july. then i'll be in the netherlands from the 18th to the 22nd, after which i'll be in england. so get prepared and organise a ~~surprise~~ party for me. try and keep the first weekend in august free, because your presence will be required somewhere. it will be good to see you.

i'll be back in copenhagen before the 11th sometime.

a strange day

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first it was a strange morning. i had an interview with the language school up in norrebro. half nine is early for me. but it went ok with only minor complications. and when i asked about my previous teacher she gave me a slightly too ambiguous "he is no longer with us". then i was to meet jolle but he wasn't picking up his phone. so i took a croissant and waited outside their apartment building, standing not sitting because of all the piss stains on the pavement, and just watching the traffic go by. then this fat dude cycles past wearing tiny blue shorts and his penis hanging out everywhere for all to see. a weirdly thin and long ugly thing too. strangest dick i've ever seen. and when i turned around the doors suddenly opened on their own. obviously i went in, and somewhere up on the fifth or so floor i found coffee to match my croissant.

and i bought a tent. then we found a tent, although it's actually more of a marquee. it's a humungous thing and is completley brilliant except for the fact that we have to carry it. however that is going to work, i don't know.

later we ended up back at kenneth and jolle's place, with an equally strange evening and night. and here is no place to expound and divuldge. only that kenneth lost three games of moopahchi in a row on chi. and we dumpstered a whole bin bag of danish pastries. then drunkenly ate too many.

at the time i had plenty to say. but now, nothing.

creationist asshole schlafly vs darwin-superstar lenski. that post is a must read. as is this article which covers lenski's work nice and concisely. i also noticed in passing, whilst reading up on schlafly, who is also the guy behind the ridiculous (and "unbiased") conservapedia, that two thirds down the conservapedia page on evolutionary (social effects of the theory of evolution) there are photos of hitler and stalin. that's real classy. unless of course it was liberal satire. who knows? you also have to love section 17, which is titled "Creation Scientists Tend to Win the Creation-Evolution Debates". and just to quickly point out the other problem with that sentence, creation scientists aren't scientists.

happy solstice

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i'd say the dinner was a roaring success. but that just goes to show you shouldn't be asking me. we had the best yorkshires yet, and the stuffing was as good as you'd have hoped. i wish i'd knew how easy it was before. and now we have a choice of five different sage plants to pick from. plus the english gravy from abigail's. i mean, we lacked roast parsnips and brussel sprouts, but it was still a damn fine sunday roast. company excluded.

and at some point it was the summer solstice. they had a bonfire down on the lake, people drinking and playing some jazzy music with a tuba that sounded like a double bass. and such. we got there a bit late, some time around eleven, so the bonfire was somewhat dying down. but it was still light out:

i love summer. so it's downhill from here on.

and then suddenly:

everything explodes. and then i slept.

and you may find yourself

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and you may find yourself..

staring at a rotating disco ball, shining in red green and blue above the dancefloor. why did i never think there were clubs in christiania? and really nice ones even. the singer from emil's punk band is djing and it confuses me. he plays chemical brothers and sugarhill gang. daft punk. music i miss from the good old brighton disco days. and i can dance in my new jeans, which confuses me too. this of course nothing to do with the tequila shots, many of which i managed to dodge. especially the first one, done in the 'suicide' style. how about a kick in the balls as well? boys will be boys.

and did you know i'd never been to the grey hall either? the number of times we've hung out in christiania, the number of times i've simply walked through it, and it took until tonight for me to find it. and it's massive. kaos were playing, local hiphop assaultage. one guy rapping from underneath a huge skull mask. although it's not a mask, he has a huge skull for a head. another guy walking around the stage, scarf covering his face, using a small can of deodorant or hairspray as a tiny flamethrower. lame pyrotechnics. but amongst the haze and hugeness of the hall, massive ungdomshuset backdrop, it somehow works. the beats are dirty and shortlived.

previously we'd been in floss. again. but after pissing up nextdoor one of was disallowed reentry and we had to leave. some scum wouldn't let us play pool with their balls after they'd finished anyway. that's a messy sentence but i'm not going to apologise.

at home we'd been playing the end part of eve's quest. the good bit. and i'd been rediscovering how much i love to doodle. and i'd been drinking my "strongest lager in the world". just the one beer. this is when the tequila suicides were going on. and i have photos to help disuade you from doing something so stupid yourself:

the next morning the sky disasterously large in all colours of doom. and no one notices. recently we've been blessed with these huge skys. skies. bloodshot midtone compression. tie-dye cauliflower car crash. a burning swedish flag. apocalypse is coming, you should be paying attention.

so we went out for cream tea, seemed fitting. in the strangest area of copenhagen, a mix of affluence and poverty - expensive cafes side by side with kebab and sex shops. we over-indulged in various forms of chocolate cake and brownies. then weaved our way back into town and ended up at a second cafe. a nice alternative affair, with vegan salads and beat up furniture. would be lovely if i wasn't falling asleep.

and now sunday, the most ironic of days. and i'm cooking a sunday roast. for the first time i'm making stuffing from scratch, and it'll be awesome. as will the yorkshire pudding. we have it down.

everytime i open the fridge there's a quarter onion dancing in the door tray.

404 it pours

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coming out of the post office it smelt like holiday. maybe it was just the lost feeling i was left with after the coffee at the bank. did you know you could get free coffee at the bank? you can choose between espresso, latte, americano, cappuccino, moccaccino and hot chocolate. the beans are freshly ground when you press the button. see, capitalism is wonderful after all.

the recycling dump has been good to us recently as well. we were just trapped there by a sudden shower, rattling away at the corrugated plastic roof, and a guy bought in an inflatable dingy. this started a chain of thought (rain + inflatable) that got me thinking about what i was going to sleep on at roskilde. then as if by magic (actual magic) he came back with four airbeds. the other day i picked up a second pair of diesel jeans (i'm so trendy, wait are this even still in fashion if they're at the recycling dump?), a bunch of art books (surrealist drawings etc, they also had a mass of communist books but all in danish), squares frames, the awesome guess who game, etc. we also got some funky square shelf things, loads of candles and some awesome pots. emil found a book about religion (which he jizzed over) and loads of videos. and a lamp with cherrys on.

anyway, for a while now a street behind christiania has been taken over and freed by a large caravan of people, building bars and boats and such. pirates. the message went out it was to be evicted the other morning so we went down to check it out. there'd been no trouble yet, but we had the distinct feeling we'd missed the fun already. there was a street circus set up, but no one on the tightrope and all the benches unoccupied. there was a meeting going on, hushed voices around a crowded table, video cameras recording everything. that kind of thing. it was quite impressive how many buildings they'd built out over the water though. i can see why they powers that be had gotten pissed off. can't let people have so much fun for nothing.

then we found christiania full of cops. we avoided the main streets, passing the area along the top of the embankment (ramparts?) and looking down at the dark blue mass, being stared at by one particularly angry cop. if looks could kill ..i guess we wouldn't have cops anymore.

thunder clap. we've been watching thunder cats.

which reminds me, although i shouldn't mention it because thinking about it now it's completely unastonishing, a cat ran passed me whilst i was out running (not jogging anymore) the other day. it was just weird to see a cat out on the lake. you don't see so many outdoor cats around.

and now it hails. boom.