Michael Jackson was THE superstar during my childhood. I grew up during the 80´s and back then Michael Jackson was huge. The first music video I ever saw was "Thriller" (and it scared the shit out of me) and the first CD I ever bought was "Off the Wall".
As a kid I tried to imitate his dance moves, the moonwalk especially. I glided around in my socks, trying to look as cool as him.


His music and dance style has influenced a whole generation.


A live version of Smooth Criminal - from the History Tour in Gothenburg 1997. I was in the audience...somewhere.

This was originally posted by

rightwhere_u_r  but I had to re-post it because I can´t wrap my head around it...

did you guys know that there actually is fan fiction - slash fan fiction written about this pairing??



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it will be worth it...promise....



















Yes. The Transformers

What...I mean..how exactly...what goes where and how...what....I mean...
Does this make some kind of sense to anyone?
Is it for people with a metal fetishism? Or? What?

Take a minute and think about it.

I have just found the place where I would like to live. Browsing the Finding Brokeback site, I found these two pics of Annie Proulx´s former home outside Centennial, WY. She wrote most of Brokeback Mountain here.

I don´t often see spots where I can picture myself live, but this place speaks to me. It´d be a sweet life.

A couple of weeks ago I drove around in Pennsylvania. Among other things I visited a couple of BBM-fan fic related places.

For those of you that are familiar with Victopet´s story "In Plain Sight" I present...


Remember; in the story, Amish Ennis lives in Intercourse?
I didn´t have time to spend a lot of time here, but it was a very cosy little town.

And for those of you that are familiar with Testa_Dura´s story "Where the Allegheny Meets the Monongahela" I present...


This is the spot where the two rivers meet in Pittsburgh and become Ohio River. Beautiful spot.



I spent the first five days of the trip in New York, where I met up with other brokies. Here are a few pics from those days.


A Brokie sweater


Heath´s business venture; Five Leaves, Brooklyn



More from Five Leaves









I visited twice and both times I ordered the Five Leaves Burger with truffel fries. Yummy.




Broome Street








That´s it, folks. Thanks for watching.

California will uphold Proposition 8





I only have one comment:

Bought these today. I don´t think I have to explain

 











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I haven´t posted here for a while. Have been too damn busy but now things are calming down a bit. It´s about time I get my life back. A friend of mine won a trip to LA for two, and she very graciously asked me to come with. So I´m flying to LA in about ten days. They got us booked at freaking Hilton hotel! Talking about feeling out of place. I won´t even open the door to that minibar, let me tell you (since I bet even just opening that would cost more than I make in a year). But of course I´m thrilled about the trip. I have rented a car for the four days we´ll be there and we plan to drive around LA (I´m thinking; Santa Monica, Malibu, Topanga State Park, Mullholland Drive, Sunset. If anyone has any other suggestions I´d love to hear them) and to drive down to the Joshua Tree National Park for a little desert adventure. With this trip and the trip to the Brokie round-up in New York, this spring is looking pretty good right about now. Something I feel a deserve after this long, hard winter.

Well, time to go for a walk and enjoy the spring that finally, finally, has come.

OK, a new year is hear and so I have new plans for traveling!

Where to, you might wonder, my industrious friends....

the answer is: the final frontier!

Otherwise known as

I think it´s the whole financial crisis that makes me want to go away and hide for a while...hence Alaska.

I´ve done a shitload of research and from all the sites I´ve visited I´ve arrived at the following conclusions:

1. Bears are dangerous if you put a sandwich next to your bed while you sleep


+ = Not a good combo (unless the sandwich really is bigger than the bear in real life as I then could use it to protect myself with)

2. Alaska is far, far away (look - so far away it almost didn´t get to be on the map)


3. You can see Russia from Alaska




What more do I need to know?


oh, and apparently I need to have an initiary, so here goes

The only thing I knew from the start was that I didn´t want to fly to Alaska (too easy) Therefor I´m gonna spend some time in that little country called Canada first. And I can´t go to Canada without doing something Brokeback related, can I? My plan is to rent a car for only a day or two and go back to some of the places I visited last summer, preferably Cowley and Fort MacLeod.

And then the whole Alaska adventure starts with me catching a greyhound buss to Prince Rupert from Calgary...hop on a ferry to Skagway....buss to Whitehorse....pick up a rental car...drive into Alaska...do a loop....back to Whitehorse...drop the car off...get on a greyhound buss and go back to Calgary

Should be a piece of cake, right?

Tomorrow, Thursday marks the first anniversary of Heath Ledger´s death. There´s not much that I can say about it that haven´t been said before.

It´s strange how you can miss someone you didn´t know, but I miss the idea of Heath and what he has come to represent to me; creativity, passion and above all; integrity. He seems to have been full of all three.

It´s hard to believe that he is indeed gone forever. Death really makes one really feel the meaning of the word "forever", doesn´t it?

What a strange year 2008 was. I spent my time writing and reading about two men that never existed and mourning a third that I never knew.



But fact is, I miss Heath Ledger. And I miss what could have been.

There´s really nothing more I can say, besides that I hope that this Thursday finds you all out there alive and well.

I´ve got an American friend who I´ve heard complain about the town he lives in, so my suggestion is that he instead immigrates and comes to live here in Askersund, Sweden. Of course I don´t expect him to do that without a good reason.  After going for a stroll through beautiful Askersund today, armed with my camera, I now got 6 good reasons why Henry, or anyone else for that matter, should want to live here.

You would want to live in Askersund because...

...we got free outdoor swimmingpools. Open all year round!


...we have the world´s most shiny Christmas decorations. This is our own Rockefeller Plaza tree. Only more shiny.



...the town is simply buzzing with life this time of the year


...the cheap gas!



...the rumor that Swedish men are tall, blond and beautiful is all true

(Look Henry, a little geezer! Fuck I hope I got it right this time *lol*)

...this is what downtown Askersund looks like at night

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(hugs to Henry)

I´ve just been to the story here where I live - a small-ish town in Sweden - something that I often do quite late in the evenings when I feel the need to pamper myself.

Distance to store: 100 meters.

I picked up a banana from Brasil, a red kiwi from Japan and a chinese pear from China.

Price: 1.5 Euros or 2 dollars.

I know that the food prices are high and all right now, but what a luxury it is to be able to walk 100 meters and pick up fruits from all over the world. It´s quite amazing when you think about it. And total luxury.

Have you guys seen this? Bush is being asked about Brokeback Mountain. Hillarious., although his answer was as expected.

This is something I wrote a couple of days ago as a contest entry. I used other names for the characters but it was Ennis and Jack I was thinking of, so I have changed them back for this post so that "the tent look right". This is my reply to those who voted yes to Prop 8.



Utopia

Welcome to Utopia. A man wearing boots, jeans, a tan corduroy jacket and an old-fashioned cowboy
hat squints as he bends and picks up the road sign, holds it between his gloved hands. Shrugs his shoulders, a glint of something in the dark eyes. He stands up, spits on the ground and looks out over the endless distance. Nothing but sand and shrubs and the constant wind, hissing around and through him. He isn´t sure what the word “Utopia” means, has never heard of a town by that name and he has lived out here on the plains his entire life. But nevertheless, he gets the feeling the word carries some kind of distinction and he adds the word to his ever growing list of words he likes but does not fully understand.

Drops the sign and walks back to his truck. By the time he has closed the door behind him, the wind is already covering the sign under dirt and sand again.

Another man waits for him in the worn down truck, he has a face marred by sun and wind with laugh wrinkles dancing around the corner of his eyes.

"Find anything interesting out there, En?"

Ennis shakes his head no and switches on the radio. The two men sit in silence as a voice interrupted every now and then by static announces that a new law over in California has been voted through.

"Guess queers can´t get hitched then," the man with the laugh wrinkles says quietly.

"Guess not," Ennis murmurs.

"Well, we ain´t even living anywhere near there anyways, so I guess…"

Ennis removes his gloves, takes his friend´s hand and brings it to his own sandy lips.
"Sorry. Wish I could change the world for you. Would if I could."

"Know you would." Affectionate. "Nothing we can do about it though." Suddenly slams his hand against the car seat.
"Fuck that proposition!"

Proposition. Another word that Ennis doesn´t fully understand, but he sees the hurt it causes in his friend´s eyes. He likes the other word, now buried beneath the sand, better. He clears his throath.

"Ever heard of a place called Utopia out here?"

"Utopia?" The other man chuckles. “Don´t think so, friend. You´ve been out in the sun too long today."

Ennis starts up the truck, throws his hat into the backseat and takes one last look out to where he found the road sign with the strange name. Sun or no sun, he promises himself to remember that word because even though he can´t see it anymore, and he might not ever see it again, he still likes it for some reason. Gives him hope

Congratulations to all you americans out there! I was extremely happy this morning when I woke up here in Sweden to find that you have elected Barack Obama as the next president. I might even have shed a few tears. This win was an important one for many people. Again, congrats. I hope some well-needed change will come.



Amazing voting pictures here
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/11/04/amazing-voting-images-pho_n_141136.html
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but...then some trash laws were also passed...like this one

Here in Sweden we celebrate All Saints Day this weekend. And also, this is our first white day here. A beautiful, white Saturday today! Went  for a stroll this morning.

Before Brokeback I really didn´t get the whole cowboy thing, and why so many find them attractive.
But now...to qoute Peter Parker; oh boy, yeah!
I guess I´ve seen the light, found enlightment etc

A proove of that, is that I have watched this old Madonna video four times in a row now, and not because of the lyrics...Madonna looks pretty good herself in that outfit, but the dancing and grinding cowboys in the background steal the show.

Anyone remember this?