I’v never set up a list of things I want to do before I’ll be pushing up the daisies, but now somehow It feels appropriate. Need something to hold on to.
I will try to add to this list as I remember stuff I want to do. But here we go:
- Going around Nürnburg Ring faster than 8 min 40 sec.
- Go to New York with my son Groucho
- Travel back to greece for a week or two.
- Build an CNC machine
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Pan for gold
- Remarry my wife on the continent.
- Fullfill my promise and get a shitload of cocaine to my friends 65th birthday. (still 10 years to wait)
- Going to the gym and get firm and unflabby again.
- Work as a photographer in a war zone for two months
I’ll try to keep this one updated…
Over a year ago this guy contacted me to get permission to use this picture for an album cover. I sent him a high res copy and told him that he could use the picture but that he had to send me a copy of the album when it was finished. My guess was I would never hear from him again. But to my surprise I got an email from him yesterday asking for my address and if I wanted the album signed by the artist! Things like this makes me believe in the human being again. I just assumed he would forget to send the album, which is what I probably would do.
When browsing an site about Swedish punk I saw a picture of the guy who stabbed my brother in the shoulder during a scuffle. Talk about a flashback! Internet provides you with the weirdest things.
I have been on vacation at Ã…land for two weeks. Nice to be able to go out and fish. And Stefan caught a 1.4 kg bass! One big mofo. He used an old angle rod.
Many years ago I had a great record on vinyl. Naturally I lost it, probably when moving. But a couple of years ago I went to see a friend perform at a night club, and after the consert the DJ played my favorite track from that album. So I ran up to him and asked for the name of the group, and he told me. But being drunk I had forgot the name. So intensive Googling ensued. But to no avail, I couldn’t find the band. I felt like Al Bundy singing “Hhh haa huuumm!” to every one that wanted to listen.
But today I finally did it. After listing trough some postings on usenet, I came across a band name that sounded familiar. It was the band. Yay!
The song? “I want to help you Ann” by the Lyres.
Yes, it’s true. I gave my wife a knuckle sandwich.
The last couple of years when my workload get a bit out of hand, and when there’s a lot of stress, I have problem sleeping. And a couple of times when I finally got to sleep, I have dreamt about fighting, and actually punched the wall in my sleep. But this time it was no wall, it was my wife who got a fist on her cheek. She thought it was our daughter who kicked her in the face, so she turned over and try to continue to sleep. So much for my deadly fists of steel.
How do you beg for forgiveness for stuff you do in your sleep? She’s laughing about it, and teasing me. She’s never been punched in the face before, and it’s her husband that gives her the first one. I’m so proud…
This video actually gives me goose bumps and tears in my eyes. It should preferably be viewed with headphones on max to fully enjoy it. Makes my attemt look a bit silly.
Norma M20 video
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