Thanks to the fact that I have been "resting my case" (oh go on spank me for abusive terminology) for a while concerning the business plan waiting to be written. I am now happily devoting my Saturday to writing it:) Luckily I was always a master in creativity close to deadlines.
Something happens to me. It´s as if a huge syringe shot filled with a cocktail of creativity,workaholism and adrenaline fills my veins.

So while Nik is going on our 9 km jogging tour on his own..I sit doing what I do best in the very last minute. Produce.

My productivity however, is combined with shorter breaks :) Like this one, writing the blog post of the day..

I also had time to read Annika Marklunds chronicle in Aftonbladet, which in my opinion lacked substance this time..owell..you cannot be creative always I guess.

I clicked around among Annikas links to fellow bloggers and made an interesting observation..With the popular bloggers of today it seems like the texts they produce is a never ending struggle towards a grande-finale. In deep desperation they seek to find the magic words to tie the knot of the sack, so that in most cases the endings ends up in banale attempts of transforming newley self-invented words into media-junkie.underground meanings..

Now why do I saý this? Probably I am just jealous of Annika Marklund and her crew (If my mother was one of the best selling authors in Sweden, be damned sure I would have my own Aftonbladet chronicle) Oh no..now I turned so bitter and stupid! And whats worse is I am sharing this my negative personality trait with all of you future employers and strangers and friends)

Anyway. My point is that the young it-girls, etc writers/designer/models/trendsetters etc. have all ran through the same vessel. They are merley part of a blogg producing-program with five six different variations to it. ..

Either they write about eating disorders which they have recovered from, while looking like pre-natal bambis themselves claiming to be healthy as a horses.

Or they have a fetiche of some kind shining through in their every blog post..burlesk, paris romance Edit Piaf, black and white and lace and red lips and creamed peti choux.

Or a passion for interior design and art exhibitions and their blog posts reflects a basic instinct for what is retro cool, right, cheeky and what is NOT.

In the very instance I have written this I realize I am just freakin jealous! I want to be one of those concept blggers that everyone is reading and adapting behaviour according to!I want to show the world MY passion for photographing dead things and that contemporary Japanese art sets off forces in me beyond my own control!

And then, wise as I am,I think again. What would this mean? How would you people judge me and as what? I beleive the answer is An Empty shell my friends..why? Because my blog would then be nothing but a clue of what is me..only a glance into a one-dimensional personality, a showroom for carefully selected personality traits. This is what it means becoming a blogger like Marklund and her crew (Hanna Fridén, fashionbloggers like ELINKAN, Blondinbella, Kenza


If I would be like one of those,,,then maybe my blog would be a tad more popular..and maybe, Instead of old mopeds, you would see pictures like these in my blog

Photo: Me



Picture from: www.deitch.com

What do you prefer?


I'm not sure I managed to tie the sack here folks, get my point through..but maybe thats cause I never tried!