Once again has the city showed it's dark sweet secrets from the better side. As one person said - Moscow is a playground for grown ups, and I totally agree. What better place to grow up than here can there be? Places recommended: Кризис Жанра and Солянка
День Победы came and went with full glory; parades, veterans, flowers, chocolate, spring, sun and Tu-160!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
День Победы
Friday, April 25, 2008
Dirty
This city is dirty - dirty air, dirty streets, dirty water, dirty people, radiating female creatures, sometimes emerging from within their hidden towers and armored HMMVEE-limousines, to hunt, to feed, to do whatever these creatures do, -dirty clothes, dirty bums, dirty бабушки selling very clean clothes in the переход, -dirty nice helpful people, dirty rude mean people, dirty beggars in the clean city center, clean well dressed businessmen in the dirty outskirts of the city, dirty bodies, dirty minds.
While sometimes you can get quite fatigued by some characteristics of this city, there are indeed moments that brutally remind me of what there is in Moscow that is so appealing to me. There is a story by Tove Jansson starring Knyttet (might not actually be his name since he is a knytt)- the little creature living alone in this huge kind of hostile city kind of place. That is the exact feeling that I absolutely adore when I live here. That you can be a knytt, and all around you is this huge city full of extremes, hostilities, gigantic titans (Morran), but also of excitement and joy. To make you understand why you must compare to my home country - the land of the mellanmjölk. If Russia is the home of Knyttet, then Sweden is the children's corner at McDonalds with a pool of plastic balls.
Yesterday was such a day, or night might be more true + early in the morning today. Some places, some coincidences and some people just exist here. And to be here without suffering all the pains of the modern cramped Swedish culture, without its want-to-be-aristocratic mellanmjölk-ish hypocritic population (not judging everyone of course), is heaven. But as a good Swede I know when things are too good for me and had the fine etiquette to leave in good time. One can hope for improvements in character until next opportunity comes.
While sometimes you can get quite fatigued by some characteristics of this city, there are indeed moments that brutally remind me of what there is in Moscow that is so appealing to me. There is a story by Tove Jansson starring Knyttet (might not actually be his name since he is a knytt)- the little creature living alone in this huge kind of hostile city kind of place. That is the exact feeling that I absolutely adore when I live here. That you can be a knytt, and all around you is this huge city full of extremes, hostilities, gigantic titans (Morran), but also of excitement and joy. To make you understand why you must compare to my home country - the land of the mellanmjölk. If Russia is the home of Knyttet, then Sweden is the children's corner at McDonalds with a pool of plastic balls.
Yesterday was such a day, or night might be more true + early in the morning today. Some places, some coincidences and some people just exist here. And to be here without suffering all the pains of the modern cramped Swedish culture, without its want-to-be-aristocratic mellanmjölk-ish hypocritic population (not judging everyone of course), is heaven. But as a good Swede I know when things are too good for me and had the fine etiquette to leave in good time. One can hope for improvements in character until next opportunity comes.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
A result
Docking
Another day at the institute. My helper is not here which gives me a feeling of freedom. Still I wonder sometimes what I'm really doing, and it would be good to have someone to ask for opinions. I hope he likes the new idea I have thought out - massive clustering and fitting of atoms to a common coordinate system. This was a bit inspired by an article by Kuttner et al.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Cash?
Wow, just a comment on the possibility to earn money on blogging. Not that it's going to happen, but anyway. I can see the appeal in clogging your blog with countless ads, but at the same time it would be a shame to let it draw attention away from the (yet nonexistent) real content, whatever that now is.
First - A tryout-introduction
So, this was kind of interesting and not entirely unexpected. There are some varförs, whys and почемуs circling in my head right now, but I'll let the future answer those questions, because of the impulsiveness in the decision to create this so-called blog.
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