Battleangel | Personal

Gothenburg. First real summer day yesterday. Not bad at all. For a couple of minutes at least until you can stand it no longer. Either way the weather goes I can’t help but to complain a bit. It is my nature I guess.
Just walking the streets aimlessly, conversing the past, present and future. I kind of like that. Not being under pressure to do anything. It jogs a mind that has been sadly unamused in the last couple of months. It gives precious data input that opens up new angles and horizons.

Did a quick sweep for Julbo-type sunglasses. Found a pair but the price was daunting. I guess the market for such glasses is kind of narrow. I have also been recommended the Polaroid Multisport Sunmate recently. Very nice and at a much better price. Doesn’t quite have the retro look but it accomplishes the same task.

Acquired Vanilla beans. Must be some local shop that market this spice as well but I have been unable to find it. Not just rare, but also just a tad expensive. I’m so sick of synthesized vanilla. Hmm, I wonder if I could cultivate the Vanilla planifolia indoors? It’s an orchid unfortunately. It requires much too high humidity levels. And it must be pollinated and cared for until maturity (maybe 2-3m long). Not to mention that the flower / bean must be cured and fermented. But it would be an interesting hobby …

Filled up my toolbox a bit. Just can’t help it. Was looking for a really nifty Bits Screwdriver but didn’t find one. So I settled for a bunch of Bits instead for the time being.

I would very much like to know what is up with the swedish railroads. The summer timetable is hopeless to say the least. Snarling kids, presumably the aftermath from Gothia Cup or just the average saturday night retards. And of course the damn train was 30 min late leaving the station. And an old generation train at that. It figures. It is the wonderful service we have come to expect from the state railroad company. If I wanted this kind of service I would move to India goddamnit.
And what is up with the “last minute ticket” option? Seems not to be working. And yet I used it to travel the exact same distance only last year. It’s one big scam if you ask me.

You know, perhaps the primary reason I rarely leave home is eating out. It’s a killer. Even if I can avoid carbonized beverages (which make my stomach really queasy) I still end up feeling a bit “intestinally challenged”.
Should have opted for the Sushi. Maybe. But I like the familiar and predictable. And I also loathe trendy stuff like chic sushi bars. At least during the off-season, one can venture to one of the university restaurants and get real food, at a balanced price and nutritional content. Fast food will be the end of us all.

Relationship talk. Yes, men do talk relationships. At least when it gives them a chance to express their bitterness and strike out at the world. At any rate it seems a bit odd. The more I debate the subject the more it is evident that time has passed me by. I can’t help but detest the pop culture anno 2004. The music, the clothes, the trendy but characterless people, the witless women and spineless men. Generation Y.
And textbook knowledge does not fully account for any of the deviations and rapid changes that are happening all around me. Both as far as actually interacting in a relationship with the opposite gender and just grasping the workings of the minds of other people. And I am just that kind of person. What I cannot dissect, dismantle or abstract and then mold into a logically sound form just is not real for me. Empathy has never been one of my strong suits. Nor has tolerance. But I recognize an important point here. There is a distinct difference between quietly tolerating something and fully accepting / empathizing it.
Everything is happening so quickly that I need more direct forms of data mining in order to keep up. It is at times like this I wish I had gone with paleontology or something more unchanging.
This is all partly due to the “absence of adults” I guess. As I complained about the US election a while back and quoted a source saying that it was no less than an adolescent society, I’m considering that the problem is now beyond that. Youth has become an ideal that everyone wants a piece of. The virility, the beauty .. the recklessness, shortsightedness and vanity. Even in the brightest of ideals, there is a pitch black abyss of horror. I just talked about this the other day with a colleague and came to the conclusion that there are no real adults. At least not in the way you thought there were when you were young. It’s possibly the biggest scam of our generation.

On a side note, I’m feeling increasingly dogmatic. Not a good sign.

Not to forget .. a couple of shots from my friend’s Coolpix 3100 … coming shortly …