Monday, 24 October 2011

dangerous dancers, and beneficial hooligans

Okey. Let's examine a thing the police in Norrköping did recently, and the effects if the police-authorities are consistent.They estimated they would need 77 police officers to keep eyes on a dance festival for ten hours, and thus charged 708400 Swedish kronor (aproximately 100k USD) to give their permission to host the thing.
That's 920 kronor per police and hour.

To hold a football game (that is, soccer for you in the USA) with the more troublesome supporter clubs there might need to be as many cops to try to keep people in line, for about the same amount of time (it's not as much during the game as before and after) so they should charge the clubs for as much money to be allowed to host and participate in the games. Right?

Guess what.
Football clubs get about 75% discount, and they only have to pay for the police presence -during the actual game-. The hooligans usually don't go out to wreck shopping mall windows during the matches, but after.

Oh well.
Never mind my ramblings.

seriously bad

Ok, so I've very recently (that is, about 10 minutes before starting to write this) got confirmation that my situation is seriously bad.

Anybody who knows enough about feline biology knows that procreation for house-cats isn't a thoroughly pleasant activity for for the female. The one female feline fatale who have experience of such things that I share living quarters with -willingly and of her own accord- offered herself.

It made me run through a quick list of individual of compatible physiognomy that I could turn to.
First of in the list of people came my exes. None of them was found suitable to turn to, for various reasons.
Secondly came non-exes that I had shared a bed with ... and it was the same result there.
As for new experiences ... Right. There's a tale about the Little Red Riding-hood, heard it?
I don't want to try to change who I am, what I am, just to satisfy a pesky human need.
I've gone without seven years once, and I can do it again.

If I, despite all odds, would get any kind of offer from a visitor, the answer is "No. I mean it. Seriously. You'd end up with broken bones and torn flesh for starters, IF you survive." It's THAT bad.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Till Alfons Karabuda

Hej Alfons Karabuda

Får jag fråga:
Hur mycket vill du ha betalt för att din granne skall kunna ha dubbla kopior av sina semesterbilder?

Det är nämligen den lyxen som tillfaller dig som etablerad kompositör under CopySwedes beskydd.
Jag hade inte haft något som helst problem med de avgifter som CopySwede kan ta ut på tomma CD, DVD, flashminnen och hårddiskar om pengarna hade gått till att lyfta fram mindre kända artister som t.ex. Imaginatron med sin demoskiva DedicaTion <> (registrerad hos STIM och Kungligabiblioteket), eller aktivt verkande för grundläggande yttrandefriheter som att driva TOR-servrar.
Istället lägger CopySwede och stora immaterialrättsinnehavare sina pengar på att öka sina intäkter och förlänga copyright.

Fråga nummer två:
Hur stort värde tycker du att det finns i Disneys "Steamboat Willie" i dagens läge, och att ingen "rör den" annat än med Disneys godkännande?

Saken är den att trots att alla inblandade i skapandet av den filmen är sedan länge döda (snart 50 år), så är den filmen upphovsrättsskyddad. Om det inte finns något som helst kulturellt värde i att skaparna får betalt för den undrar jag varför du, som talesperson för Kulturskaparna, kan argumentera för att "Steamboat Willie" skall vara upphovsrätts skyddad, men inte större verk så som det producerat av till exempel Beethoven eller Händel.

Thursday, 6 October 2011


I don't know if I can honestly say I hate being sick, or merely dislike it a bunch.
It's no fun any way.

Reading interesting logs is a comfort in the isolation, though a small comfort.

Saturday, 1 October 2011


What follows are a couple of letters that may or may not be read by their respective "recipient".
The reason I write them here and not in an e-mail or snail-mail is that ... I can't.
My mind and feelings for these people are much more complicated than the letters may indicate. I mostly write these to unburden my chest so to speak.


How and where to begin this letter to you?
Perhaps with a bit of background? Seems fair. The first couple of times I met you, you and your companions intimidated me, though not intentionally from your side. At the same time I may have come across as a bit aloof and/or evasive. That's how I used to avoid potential harm, both physical and mental.
I know now that it was part an act from your side, and part my own insecurities that caused those first meetings to be no more than amicable.
I have matured since then, and my curiosity for you have grown.
Do I think we would work as a couple? Actually ... no. I do however want you to play a greater role in my life, and a chance for me to play a greater role in yours. Because I do think we both have a lot we could learn from one another, if we both dared lower our defences. I am willing to take the first step.


You know what? I miss you. I miss the person I learned to love deeply and passionately.
When I look at what you've become, all I can see is an empty shell of what you used to be.
Sometimes I wish I could cry for what you, from my perspective, do to try to fill that void. Because from over here it doesn't look pretty.
I'm not going to stop being a friend, stop talking with you, but unless I see some positive change I don't know how much of a friend I can continue to be to you.
I know it's not easy for you all the time, and I've tried my darnedest to give you support ... but friendship is a two way street, and I can't honestly say you've done much for me lately. I don't think I have asked for much either, but even the little that I have asked for ... well, it was on your conditions, or not at all. Which kind of spoiled the whole caboodle for me.


I love you, and I despise you.
You have a close to perfect body to fall for, in my eyes. You're smart. You've got interests and hobbies that I share. You're selfish or at least egocentric.
I know and respect that you don't have any kind of feelings for me at all. That however makes it no less painful for me when you publicly jest about my feelings for you. I respect your relationships, and your monogamy. Can you respect my feelings for you, even if they're not mutual?
I'm not the strongest of persons in any way, but at times it seems you have even less spine than me. Perhaps that is why you want to be the centre of attention as much as possible? Why it's your ideas and plans that should get all the help and assistance right now, while everybody else should feel bad about not leaping quickly enough to your aid.


who else to write a letter to?
well, none today at least.