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last week was the first week this year i went to work without a jacket. i always long for this. it may sound silly, but not having to put on that jacket makes it so much easier to go somewnere, to leave home. it doesn't take five seconds to do, yet it's a load of weight off my shoulders.
i was reading death in the afternoon, but had to stop. i've reached the point where i shouldn't read any more before seeing a bull fight. i'm not sure i want to, and if i do when, but until then - if then - i won't read any more. i finished reading a wild sheep chase last night. i've been reading a lot of murakami lately. he's truly one of the great - one of the big guys. i read another gibson short before making dinner today, putting off deciding what to read next. i've decided to re-read siddartha, and i'm leaning towards re-reading myten om wu tao-tsu. i've got east of eden waiting for me, as well as another murakami, and a bunch of short story collections. i don't feel like reading too many shorts now, but east of eden looks very long, and i've already read four steinbecks this year. i'll ponder it some more and see what i decide on. have to remember to buy venus in furs next time i shop for books. i'm listening to dave navarro's version of it now. it's a really good song, but then i've never heard the original - maybe it's even better.
these last weeks i've been playing stream of consciousness a lot. i'm trying to put down the guitar parts so a guy at work can do the drums, but it's probably another hundred-or-so years before i'll be able to play that song properly - and another thousand for the solo. petrucci's mad.
i had a cool dream tonight. probably more than one, but this is the one i still remember. i was getting a tattoo, something i've been wanting to do for a long time. it was a weird motif - a strange face, didn't look like much and the proportions were off, so i had to ask the tattooist (a really fine looking goth chick ) to change it a bit. for some reason we all three (i, the tattooist and my sis) agreed that it was the tits - the greatest tattoo ever - although it looked like crap. so she started tattooing, and it hurt like fuck. only at first though, when she said it didn't hurt a bit it stopped - yay for her. it was kind of weird though, because i was standing up and she was much shorter than i (like most people), so she had to move around all the time in order to reach, and didn't have any support for her hands. it was okay though, she said it was. i really had a lot of trust in her - i wonder who she is. the tat turned out great, only the motif had changed - the head was still there, only much smaller and it had a sortof buring bird's body. probably because i've been thinking a lot about how cool ospreys are lately.
i really, really want to get a tattoo, but i'm not sure what to get. it'd be cool with something norse, but that doesn't work out to well if you live in sweden lest you want people to think you're a racist dick, and i don't want people to think i'm a racist dick. and besides, those who cary the mark of odin meet violent deaths. a dragon'd be cool too, but then i'd have to live with everyone's dogs telling me how unoriginal it is - probably even if it's a chinese dragon, with four toes. maybe a phoenix (or an osprey), but i guess birds are hard to place anywhere save the back or chest, at least with their wings spread. and birds ought really fly. after all, that's what they do.
mastodon rocks.

i've been in my old hometown for the weekend. a friend of mine called thu telling me another friend - she lives in the czech republic - would be home. so i went, and we had some beers and it was fun. this sat we went swimming - well, two of us at least - in a lake where we always used to go swimming in the summers. it's a really cool lake, there's rocks all around, the woods are really dense and there are great pine trees that have been blown down that lead down into the water, so you can balance on them, which is really cool. if you walk far enough you get to a point where there's a cliff you can dive from. i'm not sure how high it is, i remember hearing that it's something like 7m, but my friend said when i stood up there that there were five me's to the water, which'd make it about 9.5. anyways it doesn't matter, what's cool is that when you havn't dived for a long time (i don't think i was there at all last summer, so it's probably two years since i last did) you feel this thing in your stomach when you stand there, and you realize you're scared for real, and it's great. and then you think "i should probably dive now" and you don't, so you can cherish the tingling in your belly a bit more, taste the fear, and then ... you dive, and it's great. ok, so the landing is probably a bit of for lack of practise, but it doesn't hurt much and not for long, and you know you've conquered the mountain, and the lake. but you only get this feeling once - or maybe twice - a year. it rocks.
i bought a load of books sat, eight of the new penguin classics series, the green ones that are even cheaper than the yellow. i havn't started reading one yet, because i'm still struggling with candide. it's not hard to read, it's just so ... noncensical it's a bit silly. i read it in swedish, which i guess is ok since i don't read french that well anyways. the translation is really awkward, but i guess it's supposed to be, since the book is so old to begin with.