In Harry Smith’s Room In The Chelsea Hotel
I set the alarm clock to wake me up 20 minutes early today. So I could take a nice, long shower. Sitting down and letting the water cascade down on me. It’s a good way to start the morning. Although it’s always a little dilemma. How are the 20 minutes best spent? Sleeping or under the waterfall? If only I could sleep in the shower…
It was a grey, grey morning. Typical Danish summer. The bus packed full of morning zombies. Not many smiles, no one talking. The earlier the hour, the less alive people are.
I had the pumpkins running on my mp3 player. Closed my eyes and drifted away to the music. I don’t usually close my eyes for longer periods of time in the bus. Security behaviour. I must know what stop we are at, how close we are to my stop. Even after taking the same bus a 100 times I still get a little tingling sensation in my stomach when my stop is up. Do I press the button? I usually wait as long as possible to see if someone else is getting off, if someone else will press the button first. I don’t know why, exactly. It makes more sense to do it when I’m taking the bus somewhere new and I’m not completely sure where I have to get off. It sort of feels like letting someone else take the responsibility. Letting someone else make the decision so I don’t have to.
The internet was down at work. That always sucks. What am I supposed to do, actually work?!
No, but seriously. I like having google open in the background. When others go for a cigarette break or a cup of coffee I’ll go and read my friendlist on livejournal or some newsgroups or the fuselage or whatever. Without internet I feel trapped, trapped in the reality of a grey Friday morning.
For some reason I found myself thinking of Fawlty Towers, specifically the sentence “it matters not one wit”, spoken in one of the episodes. I wasn’t sure if it was “one wit” or “one width” or “one with”. Didn’t know the phrase. With google down I had no way of finding out. Not that it mattered one wit. Hæhæ.
Not much else of interest happened. Ronny quit. He has been gone for days. Apparently he didn’t feel the job was right for him, so he stayed away. Came in for a meeting today and at the end of that he shook everybody’s hand and left for good.
In other cast news: Anders has been updated with a (poor) picture. And Pablo has been added (with a poor picture too), although he isn’t likely to be featured much in the blog since he doesn’t work in our office.
I have already mentioned that Anders seems nice. My impression of him so far is really good. He actually said “D’oh” yesterday. As Homer Simpson does. He didn’t say it in a conversation about the Simpsons, he wasn’t quoting. He was using d’oh in a normal conversation. That’s awesome. And he uses usenet for research. And he listens to some interesting ambient music that I cannot identify. It’s pretty far from my usual taste but it sounded good, really. We had to turn off our computers while Nicolai was trying to get the net running, and Anders offered me a section of his newspaper if I wanted it. I turned it down though and read some Poe instead.
But yes, I only have good things to say about him. Smart, funny, nice, good taste in lots of stuff. I hope he stays with us for a while.
I’m interested in dark and strange music ie. neofolk (folk noir), noise, black metal, ambient and progressive rock ..
Besides that I’m interested in litterature, culture, fine arts, old cult movies, movies in general etc.
Neat. I look up to him. Literally, too. He’s tall.
Ooh, this is the song he was playing. Coil – Sex With Sun Ra (Part 1 Saturnalia). It was pretty cool. Maybe I should check eet out. I could use a more mature taste in music.
Sun Ra sounds pretty interesting.
On my way home from work someone was playing 50 Cent in the bus. Why is it always the people with bad taste in music that turn their stuff up loud so everyone else has to hear it?
It just makes me smile inside when some pasty-white Danish kid is listening to 50 Cent in a city bus in Århus on a grey Friday. But hey, I’m listening to Billy Corgan and it’s not like I’m a hip Chicago beatnik. Maybe I make others smile.
Smiling is good for the soul, anyway.
Happy weekend t’yall.