Hi everyone,
So, last weekend was an exciting time, says I (and others who were involved). Here’s a slideshow with wonderful music from Vienna Teng.
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Hi everyone,
So, last weekend was an exciting time, says I (and others who were involved). Here’s a slideshow with wonderful music from Vienna Teng.
Hi everyone,
So, I just got back from the summer cottage (which is basically in the Jonsson family) and it was one of the most relaxing, amazing weekends of my life. I finished up my Sociology paper on Thursday and sent it in to Calle and then we caught a bus down to ICA Maxi, where we bought a bunch of food and headed to the hills. Ok, not the hills, but Bergsboda, where the cottage is. I cannot actually do the cottage justice, but let me just say that it’s a beautiful old “compound” of sorts. There’s a cottage, a guest cottage, an old “children’s” cottage where the boys (i.e., Kim’s father and uncle) used to sleep, an outhouse which I’ve now labeled “Bajsboda” (that wasn’t exactly a new experience, but it was actually a surprisingly not disgusting experience), a shower room and then a dock.
The main cottage is amazingly well-kept, but things are exactly as they have been for years. While it’s technically no longer the domain of farmor and farfar, farmor keeps a grip on everything that happens in that place. The stuff in that cottage has been there since who knows how long and it’s always in pristine condition. Since this was the first go of the summer we had the joy of putting stuff back into place. I guess that’s where we start; Thursday night. So on Thursday afternoon Kim got off of work early, we decided that it would be a smart start to catch a bus down to ICA Maxi and head towards the cabin. We packed all of the necessary things (except my hoody and a long sleeve shirt, which I kicked myself for all weekend, but we were rushed and it was REALLY hot outside (84 Fahrenheit, which is damn hot for northern Sweden). So, of course, I wasn’t thinking about cool evenings. STUPID PHIL! Anyway, we packed up our stuff, went shopping and took the hike out to the cabin.
It’s a pretty good walk of about 40 minutes to get there. Alright, no problem. We got there and had some fika and really just enjoyed our surroundings. The sunset was gorgeous that night, really.., the bed we slept in was home-made but a nice double bed and it was GREAT to sleep in it. We’ve been sleeping two in a single for too long and it was nice to have the homey surroundings.
Friday morning we woke early, argued about music crankily in bed and then had breakfast. We dicked around the house and then, out of nowhere, farmor and farfar showed up. Of course, this was not entirely unexpected; but our secret had been kept, because they had no idea we were going to be there (if they get wind of someone being there they pretty much always stick their noses in and “unexpectedly” find the visitors–but are always prepared with fika food). It was the Swedish nationaldag (National day) so they had come out to put up the flag (what would the neighbors think?) and water the flowers. It was really cozy to fika with them and to get a bunch of stories from farmor about the place. Apparently the summer cottage is where their oldest boy took his first steps, and she showed me all the stuff that Ingemar (farfar) and P-O (Kim’s dad) had made. She gave me the history, showed me her stones that look like dinosaurs and snakes and it was nice. They took off and Kim and I took to playing chess. We also started a fire in the fireplace inside, which, while cozy, it still sorta bugged me that it was light outside.
Frankly, the next couple days are a blur of grilling, cuddling, playing chess and drinking coffee. What more could we possibly ask for? Today we got back to the desolation that was our apartment. Due to a bottle that I had stuck in the freezer, it had started to frost on the inside and I couldn’t close the freezer door anymore. We turned it off when we left, so when we got back at 8 o’clock, we had to clean the entire kitchen. No fun. Stinky, wet, but now clean.
Anyway, I’ve got a great slideshow that I’m not sure if I can post yet. There will be pictures. Hopefully I’ll be able to add them to this blog. ‘Cause there are way too many pictures to post without a slideshow.
[EDIT]: hey everyone! Here’s the slideshow which, while grainy, is still better than nothin’.
Tja! Vad gör du då? :p
Ok, so.. Umeå just had its big Kulturnatta celebration, which is (as one can probably tell from the obvious cognates) a culture night where they do a bunch of stuff and people go downtown partying. Kim was a model for one of her friends in the ‘alternative modeling show’ (i.e., sorta gothy clothes). Also, I got to see some cool stuff. I’m pretty busy, actually, I’ve got a lot of work to do over the next few days, so we’ll see what’s up. Today was a wonderful day, as our Sundays always are when we get to go to farmor and farfar’s place. It’s mother’s day here and so there was a fika and that meant hanging out with P-O (Kim’s dad) as well as the grandparents and Kim’s sister (Tove) and her boyfriend (also Kim–fun, fun!).
Anyway, I spoke a lot more Swedish today and that seems to be coming along. Still,

I’m frustrated with my inability to understand. We went to see Bob Hansson who is a really fantastic Swedish poet from Skåne which is the region down south (used to be Denmark). Skånska really sounds Danish, and I didn’t understand what he was saying most of the time. But he has simple things that he says that really are quite deep and interesting.

For example, he made a comment about the word “respect.” He said, “Do you know what the definition of respect is? To take another look.” He also told some really funny stories. He’s quite funny (apparently, Kim said). At the end he said, “I don’t
know what kind of compliment I can give you. I guess, I normally hold my gut in while I’m performing. But I don’t do
that with you, I feel so comfortable with you.” It was terribly entertaining to all the Swedes there. The pictures turned out like ass ’cause I hate taking pictures with a flash, I always feel like it’s rude.
Later on I saw a band called ReinXeed (power metal band) performing E-Type covers and I also saw the Trash Metal stage. Metal is such a reality here, it’s very cool. I got a lot of cool pictures and then Kim came on right after them. So anyway, I’ll stop boring you and post the pictures.





Greetings and salutations. With the presidential primaries finally drawing to a close I think we’re all excited to see that we can start complaining about John McCain and have people actually pay attention. That makes everyone in the Democratic party happy, I hope. I’m quite sure that I’m excited about it. It’s felt so unnecessary and hurtful that Hillary has stayed in the race this long (and I don’t think it’s cool that she’s staying in longer, either) but apparently the Cult of Russert has spoken–Obama is our man. Well, as some of you may know,
Umeå is very, very far north. During the fall and winter, this depressing fact makes me very sad. The sun disappears and it becomes really hard to get out of bed, do things that one must do, and so forth. However, this time of year, as you can see from this picture, the sun never sets! Thus far I’ve not had troubles getting to sleep, though we’ll see what happens once midsummer hits.
School keeps marching on. I did my oral presentation in Swedish today and I’ve got two Swedish tests coming up–one for Svenska Steg 4 and the other for Basutbildningen, which I’m testing into (hopefully). The Basutbildning test is actually quite scary. I received only information on where to take the test, no idea as to what’s going to be on it so I’m really, really, really goddamn worried about it because I can’t prepare for it. My entire damn Swedish career in the next year is *based* on me actually passing this test so that’s a tad worrysome. Other than that, I’ve got some papers coming up and more research to do. Things have been going well, and Kim is surprisingly patient with me.
Unfortunately, the situation economically is less than happy. The dollar, as you may know, has lost serious ground since I came to Sweden. Dropping from about 7SEK to 1USD to 6SEK to 1USD. This means that, for example, that my rent costs me nearly $150 more than I bargained for. It’s absolutely ridiculous and insane and I blame George W. Bush personally even though I know better than to blame a single man for economic problems. However, due to the reasons that the dollar is crashing, which could have been foreseen and stopped, I’m QUITE furious with US government. That also means that if I hadn’t gotten a refund from the gov’t I would’ve been out of money nearly a month ago. I’ve made every worthless dollar stretch, but things aren’t pretty right now. On top of that, I am not allowed to work until the 18th of June (and actually, it’s questionable if I can work after that as well), so things are a bit sketchy and/or scary. Kim is doing a fine job of helping and everything, but this situation is quite bad. Keep that in mind, if you would. Pray, send energy, whatever, help us out in what little way you can. What we’re doing may seem slightly irrational, but despite some of the crappy things have said about our decision; we’re pretty much in it now and set on making it work. Out of love and stubbornness. And really, we’re so happy we don’t even know how miserable we are.
There’s some exciting news about my Æthereal project, as well. I’ve got a drummer who’s going to demo what he would play if we would record the thing with real drums. He can record in a real studio and he’s actually pretty well-known and has some connections that might actually be able to get me in on a real label of repute! That’d be pretty exciting and I’ve already asked Kim the prerequisite questions: “Will you still love me when I’m an incredibly humongoid star? Will you still love me when I’m in my ‘hanging-out-with-Ravi Shankar, going-to-India-and-finding-myself’ phase? And in my ’sequin-jumpsuit, young-girls-in-white-cotton-panties, waking-up-in-a-pool-of-vomit, bloated-purple-dead-on-a-toilet’ phase?” To which she could only respond, ‘yes.’
Alright. Bonus. Sweet.
Hej alla-
I’m still working on White Room–which had some really nice surprises that happened while recording it vocally. I pushed out a version of it last night that’s a little too jumpy, a little too short and the pieces are a little too fast. That’s annoying, but that also means that I have successfully demoed every single song on the record and am going to be heading into the mixing and editing stage before producing what will be my very first full-length record ever.
Historically, this is pretty cool. It’s been 6 (maybe 4?) years since I left Dumah. The situation then was weird and I’ve regretted it consistently since I did it. I always wished I could get that whole thing to do over again, but I never could. What we had was special and momentary–like they say about relationships, you can never redo that stuff, it either works or it doesn’t, but there are few second chances. Since then I’ve kicked song ideas around, kicked band names around (Af–which was my name in Dumah, Triumphant Call–a power metal band that never took off, Serpentine–I even have a logo for this one but it never stuck, Fanum–lots o’ Werewolf at that time, I think, and there were others), but nothing ever stuck. I never really put the effort I needed into starting another band since I was in school, moving regularly and so on.
Two years ago I began kicking another new concept around: Æthereal. This was a lot more my style than previous project ideas and I quickly came up with a concept that I wanted to use as the basis for my writing. I was able to consider everything I was writing as game, as opposed to separating things in my mind as “Æthereal material and non-Æthereal material.” At that point the record was to be called “Metamorphisis” and it was about a horrible transformation that a guy went through and his ensuing insanity. Due to some money, school and equipment issues Æthereal never formed as a real band, but the concept continued to swell in me. While the concept has changed some, it’s actually improved and it’s getting to the point where I think the story stands well on its own. It could be a comic book, a movie or a novel. Those are things I’m considering.
I finally made it to Sweden, where metal apparently flows from the ground like oil, and I’ve been nothing but inspired upon getting my guitar here. I began slowly at first, working on some side projects and other music that I’d had kicking around until the time was right and I began really pumping out the Æthereal material. About a month later, I’ve demoed 10 songs and I’m in the editing process right now. There will hopefully be final mixes available by the end of next week and a copy in the mail to the good folks at Black Goat Records who will be producing my first full length–a concept record at that.
I’ve always wanted to produce a concept album but I never thought it would be my first record. Many of the finest albums ever produced, in my opinion, are concept albums. Iron Maiden Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, Pink Floyd - The Wall, Opeth - Ghost Reveries, Symphony X - V, Blind Guardian - Nightfall in Middle-Earth–the list is expansive and ever-growing and amazing. I hope that people can someday look at Premonitions and see it in the same kind of light.
I’m extremely excited. Finally, after all of this time I’ve got a piece that’s really pulling together and I couldn’t be happier. I feel that this material is strong, raw and at least mildly bold–while having a progressive edge to it that makes it interesting to listen to and helps me express the emotion of the concept. We’re coming up on an unequivocal success, even if this record sells 5 copies. I hope it produces more and I hope that I can get picked up by a label that will help me really produce the record that is etched onto the wall here. But the foot has dropped hard and this record is flowing like, well, the aforementioned “metal oil” that is only found in Scandinavia, apparently.
On another note, spring is here in Umeå. Finally, it has come. The Swedes, of course, don’t deal well with spring. They’re mild-mannered and tempered folk and when it gets above 50 degrees outside it’s just “too hot out there” according to Kim. Swedes also enjoy the sun more than any group of people I’ve ever met. It’s pretty cool, I say. These Swedes are a little insane about it.. they just sit around on their duffs out in the sun any chance they get. They grill out, they eat outside, the drink outside and party right outside my window–and the sunlight is even more exciting. On Valborgsafton (which you can read about here, it’s actually interesting–it’s basically a spring celebration) Kim and I went out to Nydalasjön and made a fire around 10. It looked like sun down and I didn’t think about how late it was until we were leaving and the trees were still silhouettes against a sunset–only it was midnight. The amount of sunlight is pretty amazing and exciting. I’m worried about
midsummer and how I’m going to sleep.. but we shall see.
We also spent Första Maj with Farmor (Ann-Marie) and Farfar (Ingemar) and it was really great. They made ribs and we burned a big fire in their backyard and had a good time. Kim and I inherited a mattress, some amazing drapes and had a wonderful time with them. Communication is still scary, but I think it’s getting better. Farfar doesn’t speak much English at all and my Swedish is only passable, so sometimes I have some pretty major issues communicating with him. Farmor likes to speak English and even though I can understand everything she insists on speaking English to me (though all the really difficult words revert to Swedish..). They’re very sweet
and we had a really good time. It’s nice to have a great home-cooked meal and that happy family feeling sometimes when my family and grandparents are so far away.
School is scary and I don’t like to talk about it.
Anyway, it was great to see everyone on webcam for Grandma’s birthday and I hope to see you all again soon. Things have been hectic here with the transfer of stuff out of Kim’s apartment and trying to figure out what’s going on with staying here. However, we got the contract on this apartment extended until early July so that should be good–but I can’t even start working until after mid-June, so we’ll see what goes on with that. But life continues and it’s damn good, these days.
I’m thinking about and missing Madison and Wausau this time of year and I hope you’re all doing well.
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Well, hi there everyone!
It’s been a while since I updated and recently I actually had a crappy reminder that this blog was still here.. why? I’ll tell you why! Because apparently some jackass with a bot has started spamming me. I’ve gotten about 150 comments in the last 24 hours all about medications. I wish that I could do something about it, but instead I’m just tightening security even more than it was before. Sorry for those of you who have sat in queue for a while waiting to see your comments show up on this little bloghome of mine. I’m a bad person.
Today was an interesting, fun and cozy day. We had our Swedish Politics seminar which, while the topic isn’t something I’m particularly interested, was kinda fun. Kim had run off downtown to buy her maternal grandfather (morfar) a present since her paternal grandmother (farmor) was giving her hell about not going out to visit him tomorrow in Fjäderbäck (which is, frankly, way out of the way of real life in Sweden). So after class I met up with a few people from my seminar for a cup of coffee and had a really great time and then Kim and I went to see her farmor and farfar (which, if you haven’t figured out the naming system for grandparents yet is: father’s mother and father’s father–therefore the inverse is true: mother’s father and mother’s mother or morfar and mormor). It was very cozy. They have such a lovely house (the first thing that really feels like a proper *home* here) and I was able to see pictures of Kim when she was a tiny little kiddy. Awwww, sooooooo cute! SO cute. Seriously. You people need to see these pictures. But yeah, hanging out with the grandparents is nice because the house is so nice and there’s always homebaked goodies and aside from a side of guilt, it’s always very, very cozy.
There’s always a little sadness that comes along with this sort of experience for me. Sure, it was fun to try my Swedish out and I can pretty much understand a good 70% of what’s going on when they speak. But there’s that bit of sadness that comes with not being able to do the same kind of thing with my grandparents. You know, I never lived close to my grandparents as a child so I would see them once a year for sure on mom’s side and once every couple of years. I never really got in the habit of visiting them independently or forming any kind of relationship with them. I don’t know that either grandma had many pictures of me independent of the ones that my parents sent to them. On top of that, I can’t drag this girl home to my parents and bombard her with pictures of my first ice cream cone and so on. That’s poopy, poopy, poopy.
But it appears as though we have an apartment assuming I can stay (be nice to me Migrationsverket, pretty, pretty please!). There are some weirdnesses surrounding the contract and everything because I can’t be on it due to lacking the necessary tax number.. but it’s a brand new apartment that was just built in Liljans Berget, a section of Umeå with a lot of new apartments. It’s a two roomer and we’ll live on the 6th floor (5th by Swedish reckoning). It’s going to be really nice and I’m excited about it. It has a west-facing balcony and looks really, really great. Anyway, I’ll tell you more later.
But yeah, so things are going well on that front. I’m applying for Basutbildningen soon and that should also be really good. Apparently to get into the later sections of the course you don’t need to be accepted to a program so, that’s great. At the end of that I’ll be trying to take TISUS so that I can study in Sweden. I’m also looking into working options and Kim has been so helpful by looking into things for me through the work board and so on.
All-in-all, things look great from Sweden. The snow is melting, the days are getting longer, and people are coming back to Umeå to visit! Life is good. :)
Hi everybody-
It’s actually been quite a long while since I’ve written anything. I’m in the middle of my ’spring semester funk,’ I guess and I’m not doing as well as I’d like. However, some wonderful things are going wonderfully. Not to introduce my personal life into too much, but I did find a wonderful Swedish girl and, assuming everything gets ironed out with graduation, etc., I’ll be staying here in Sweden for a time. There are some possibilities as to what’s going on. I’m looking at taking a ‘basutbildning,’ or ‘base course’ in Swedish, that would allow me to continue
my studies in Swedish. I’m still working on ways of staying, but it’s looking pretty much like it’s going to happen.
I’ve been working on music and I wrote a song called Unending (listen here) recently that I quite like. I’m also
going to be helping Kim with her own music. She has a really incredible voice and it’s quite exciting because her songs are quite good, if simple, and she and I could produce something really cool.
I’ve been sick a lot, and that hasn’t been helpful. I’m not really sure what’s going on with that. It kinda sucks a lot. I had a chest cold that turned into a head cold, which is a tad confusing. Anyway, here are some exciting pictures that I took yesterday at a really exciting time in Västerslätt Centrum, which is sort of in the ‘boonies’ but there’s a great store out there which sells stuff for super cheap called Öo’B. Anyway, here’s some pics of Kim and myself.
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So, I’m pretty ridiculously frustrated right now. I’ve been hatching this plan over the last few months and the more and more I think about it, the more and more I want it to work out. The plan? How to stay in Umeå. More specifically, how to stay in Sweden to study.
My areas of interest are quite specific. I have a desire to continue studying here because I would be able to have access to the information I want, in the language I want it in. Plus, I would improve my Swedish and be able to stay here in a country where I feel comfortable and am making some connections. This is all good.
Herein lies the problem: if I want to do a master’s program here I need a thesis by February 28th. Well, given where I stand with my thesis as it is (ohgodohgodohgodohgod..i’mgoingtodie) I think that’s not even close to “remotely possible.” Because of that, there is no way for me to be accepted to the basutbildning in such a way that I would be able to secure funding from the department to be here. So if I stay here between June and when my graduate program would start, then I would need to come up with 10,000 kr of guaranteed funding every month for the year to show the Swedish gov’t that I wouldn’t be a drain on society or a criminal or something. What does that mean? Going back to the states. Where don’t I want to be? In the states. I don’t want to work, I don’t want to take the GRE. I want to stay here, improve my Swedish and live in Sweden while I can.
I’m looking into ways of funding this but.. man.. I’m starting to get sad and frustrated already.
Oh, also I’m really bad at school sometimes. I kinda feel like quitting everything and living in the woods. I really wonder whether I’m cut out for this or not.
It’s been a long, long time since I’ve updated my blog. This is for several reasons, not the least of which is that the hard drive on my computer shit out on me a couple weeks ago and I have since had it sent off to Skellefteå and then gotten it back. I had to reinstall everything because Apple refused to give me back my hard drive without having to pay for a new one (i.e., they wouldn’t cover the thing under warranty if I didn’t send the hard drive back to them). That means I lost everything, including new writing and material that I had never backed up because, well, frankly, my computer is 5 months old. There’s no reason the hard drive should die. None at all. Anyway, so I got a new hard drive and aside from a scare (because the OS wasn’t installed so it did the exact same thing it had been doing when the hard drive died) things have gone pretty well with it.
For those of you who have been paying attention to the presidential campaign on the Democratic side, you’ll know that my endorsed candidate (Dennis Kucinich) dropped out of the race and refused to endorse. And, frankly, good for him. None of the candidates left in this race are candidates that I feel terribly comfortable supporting. Hillary Clinton is a woman with whom I have great differences. Barack Obama is the other side of her coin, in my opinion. Edwards doesn’t have a shot in hell and his delegates will eventually go to Obama, IMO. Richardson doesn’t have a shot in hell and I’m surprised he hasn’t already dropped out of the race. Did he? It wasn’t much of a news maker if he did.
I stayed up late last night to watch the South Carolina coverage and was highly impressed by the turnout in favor of Obama. It was, in the popular vote, a landslide victory and a ‘route’ as they’ve been calling it, in the delegates, as he said in his victory speech. I, like everyone who watched the speech except for the Clintons I’m sure, was impressed with his pacing, the energy in his campaign and his eloquence. Barack Obama is a man of words, and he has a tremendous delivery. His ideology of ‘uniting’ the country is enticing. But there was something almost messianic about that speech that gave me the creeps. I don’t watch a lot of political rally speeches so I’ve never quite witnessed anything like this. But even watching Bill and Hillary or John Edwards.. they don’t have the same quality of speech, the same ease and charisma and Obama just oozes with confidence. In some ways I find it a little unsettling. In some ways, after the Bush years, I find it refreshing. In some ways it seems like demagoguery, not a rational plea for votes and that worries me more than anything else. Check it out for yourself:
I’m not saying that Barack Obama is a fascist or something. But I guess it worries me that there’s so much excitement around the idea of Obama not the substance of his candidacy. In the end it all strikes me as a tad scary.
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That about says it, doesn’t it?
Despite all my griping about the kids some days, I’m really growing fond of those little buggers. They’re cute, they’re innocent and they’re oh-so-demanding. It’s ridiculous, really, how much care we need as humans. If it wasn’t for our obsessive Protective Parent Mode every human child born would pretty much die. I wouldn’t say that I’m terribly instinctively parental. But when there’s drilling next door that loudly surprises a two-year-old and he shrieks in abject terror how can you not be completely overcome by the protective nature that most human adults (sociopaths excluded, I guess) have which screams “CODDLE THE CHILD!”
There’s a major problem in this, however. Sure, in that situation it’s not a big deal. It’s a much bigger deal when children are being coddled and protected over tiny things. When pain of any kind, even the kind one learns from, has kids shielded from it. I often wonder if this didn’t happen to me a little much. Maybe it’s that protection that makes me so averse to discomfort now, even when I know that it’s something that needs to happen.
Anyway, things are going well here and are quite enjoyable. I miss Umeå more than I expected, but I guess I never really miss places or people so much as one would expect, either. Where I am now always seems to be the most important place to be.
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