home sweet home.

Woohoo! I jumped on a plane and went all the way to Mariestad to give my family a heart attack by showing up unannounced. This city is good for a few things; ice cream (Kling's Glass), coffee places and taking long walks. Naturally I brought a camera or two with me. The photo is from Kalkstensbråttet aka "Grand Canyon", about 20 kilometers from my house.

creative, not a creationist continues.

A religious dinosaur praying deeply.

portfolio book cover.

Have been working on a flashy portfolio book lately. Can't decide on the cover though. Don't know which one of these I like better. Please help me out.

park day.

I feel a lot like a 65-year old for posting these photos, but I just wanted to share some of the highlights from my very unimportant day.

i wish i could rap.

This one is a classic. I like to watch it when I'm really really bored.

museum day.

I finally went to an exhibition here in Glasgow. Those are the kind of things I think of doing but rarely do. But, like I said, today I did. Today I went to GoMA - Glasgow Museum of Modern Art. Saw the current exhibition, called Shout, about lesbian, gay, bisexual, intersex and transgender life. Quite interesting. I liked this painting by Sadie Lee (for your information the image is a scanned postcard).

zzzzzzz.

I saw this man in town. He kind of embodied my day.

bajs.com

This is for all of you who knows about my childish obsession of jokes involving bajs. (Bajs is the shit). Now I just came across this website when I typed in this word to see if there was an actual fun website for it. Turns out it's a complete Mega site of Bible studies and information that "proves" that everything in the Bible is true. This is the best fucking bajs-joke I've come across in my whole life. I'm rolling around on the floor in laughter. This is so hilarious, promise me you'll check it out! (Oh, and for those of you who don't know Swedish, you may as well check the word up in a dictionary as well).

yeti-thumb.

Today I decided to spray my dinosaurs black and white (the vegitarians are of course innocent and white, while the only carnevore that I possess; Tyranosaurus, is sinfully black). Getting the spray paint off my hands was a quite a project as well. After some good 15 minutes of scrubbing, my thumb looked like a yeti.

some cool stuff.

Just updated some new stuff on my website and thought you might like to see what I've been working on lately. These are just a small fraction of all the things I do for Mr Stuart Roy Clarke, photographer from the Lake District. These are some promotional items for his upcoming exhibition "Scenes from a British summer country pop music festival". A very cool and flashy website will be up in a soon future, I'll make sure to keep you updated about that. As I mentioned, there are quite a few updates on my website. Have a look at the Graniph Design Award, Done Walking... Lulu version and Handmade Sketchbooks sections for instance.

graniph design awards.

Boy, is this entry overdue! The official results for Graniph Design Award 2009 were released more than a month ago. But dude, it took hell of a long time to arange these photos. Not the actual arangement, but to get the t-shirt from Japan to Carlisle, to Glasgow, to my appartment took FOREVER. Thanks Parcelforce Worldwide for all your help (NOT). Anyway, I won the T-World Price for this "Orginal - my ass" design. Pretty sweet, huh!

1960's in 2009.

I developed some rolls of Diana photos this weekend, which included a couple of experimental yellow-tinted lomography shots. I don't even remamber taking this one, but it is from the Belladrum Festival about a month ago. A well-captured moment that truely looks way before my time. Sometimes my crap photography-skills surprises me. Love it!

500 days of summer.

loving loving loving this movie!

the last fading moments of carlisle.

Today I completely left the city that used to be my home for three years. Anything that might be left behind is finder's keepers or garbage. I'm not coming back. "Enjoy our house, please take care of her", I said before I closed the door without no longer having the key to it. I loved that house and I will always miss it. As I walked towards the city centre I didn't look back once. It was cold and raining slightly. My iPod ran out of battery in the middle of Sufjan Stevens. The tunnel between Bitts Park and the city council had lots of spider web hanging from the sealing. Almost as though the city hadn't cared about taking care of itself since I moved out more than a month ago. It seemed sad and a little ashamed. As if windows and lamp-posts and traffic signals all said "Goodbye, Stina. It was nice knowing you. Please don't feel too bad about us". I thought about how young and scared I was when I first came here and how much older I feel now when I'm actually leaving it. My thoughts used to revolve around getting used to Carlisle, being stuck in Carlisle, dreaming of getting out of Carlisle. And now I am there. Carlisle is over. I have no hard feelings.

090909.

Stuff like "End of the world" freaks people out. I suppose especially if you're an atheist. That's why people who are not atheist loves to come up with their little predictions to when the world's coming to an end, just so that they can piss people off and toy with their fears and thereby have more people coming to their churches. As if they know when the world's gonna end. Yeah, of course they do, they are buddies with God. Anyway, I read somewhere that the world was gonna end on September 9 2009. I guess because that would be 090909, and when turned upside down it's the devil's number. Oh, scary... I'm just wondering why nothing happened on June 6 2006 then... Whatever, my point is that September 9 2009 has been a lazy ass shit piece of a day, filled with migraine and angry phonecalls to Parcelforce Worldwide. I certainly hope those smart-ass end-of-the-world predictors where wrong, because it would kinda suck if this was the last day ever. I wouldn't bet on it at least, seems like the world is saving up for the big show in 2012, when it's REALLY suppose to happen. Yeah, Hollywood even made a stupid apocalyptic "everything's gonna be ok - haha, just kidding" movie that will be impossible to beat in terms of catastrophy. It's called "2012" and I don't wanna see it. That whole prediction is super-lame and supposed to be based on an ancient Maya calendar. Apparently their calendar ended on December 20 2012, hence everyone's going insane and claiming that's the end of the world. Yeah, I bet those Maya indians just got fed up with their tedious work of making a handmade super-duper calendar, so they just said "Guys, this really sucks, let's go get high on a jungle snake's venom" or something like it.

manchester.

I spent last weekend with some friends in Manchester. Snapped this shot of a spntaneous stripper.

glasgow.

Have been living here for a month now. It's only NOT been raining for one day. Or.. no, wait, it rained that day too. So far Glasgow is alright though. But if I catch the people who let their dogs shit like fucking elephants on the street, I'll kick their sorry little asses to the moon! Other adventures that has happened during the last few days involve being robbed by Greenpeace, witnessing a massive street-cat fight between two middle aged men, walking next a man who threw up spontaneously, rediscovering The X-Files, getting anti-biotics and possibly being allergic to cats. Somehow the summer never happened here and I constantly have wet socks. Glasgow has its little surprices though. The area where I work is really neat. The architecture is inspired by Venice and doesn't look one bit Scotish, so I sort of imagine I'm in a place where sunny days are actually possible. I just have to ignore the smell of brewery.

blue skies.

Just rememebr seeing Noah & the Whale's movie "First Days of Spring" at Belladrum, and this song has really stuck with me. It's a bit of an encouraging song when the weather here in Glasgow is pretty dodgy. Really lovely movie as well, very cute and beautiful.

devotchka.

This post is very overdue, but I wanted to post it anyway. I went to the Belladrum Festival outside Inverness, Scotland a few weeks ago. Besides sneaking into an after-party backstage, seeing a drag queen lick a tampon from her ass, get a spiritual reading and sing sing-a-long to Mama Mia like I've never done anything else, I'd say that these guys were the best thing at the festival. They're called DeVotchka and are not eastern European, but just regular Americans who happens to have awesome skills in weird musical instruments. They did the music in Little Miss Sunshine and are definitely worth checking out!

bye bye belah.

I am now a poor design graduate, based in Glasgow, sitting in my room with two darling cats awaiting new adventures (hopefully with some cash involved), and I miss my Belah Crescent sisters more than ever. Rushe and Mikaela (not in picture), you're the best psycho-analysing, pie-baking, bbq-ing, ass-shaking, Swedish bitches a Stingosaur can have. I love you and I hope we'll have a reunion soon.

yey, summer...!

Don't really know what day it is. Or month or year. No, I'm not drunk or worse. I've just been spending so much time in front of my computer screen, busting my ass off for design and design and design. Doing freelance, my own million projects and applying for possible futures in the glorious, impossible, design feild for immortals. I know I've been sitting in front of the computer for too long when my headphones starts to act funny. That's like the biggest Western World disaster of today, I think. When I can't be hooked up with music. It really freaks me out. Have to go buy new headphones now. Crap.
I've seen so much great design work online recently I've started to feel like a complete hopeless UCUM victim. Such a shitty university that is. Seriously, if anyone anywhere considers to enroll at that piece of shit school, I hope you'll google it and find this blog-entry and follow my advice and NOT even consider to attend. I've just realised how angry I've been for three years and how unnecessary that anger was. It just drained my motivation and eneergy to actually do something useful. Now I'm a graduate and I'm much better than I think I am, but baring in mind all the stupid stuff my tutors sometimes told me, makes me completely stressed out. As if nothing I do is ever good enough. It feels completely unfair.
This summer is all scizofrenic (how on earth do you spell that word?). It's like it can't decide to be nice and warm, but at the same time not be completely shit either. It's something in between and both and I don't know if I like it. I just stay inside anyway and hope that the tan I got a few weeks ago will last for some time.
Yey, this is my very confused and tired summer. Next year I wanna go someplace warm and awesome.

regina!

Ah, can't believe I miss another opportunity to see Regina Spektor... And this time she's only doing one show in the entire UK before she heads back to the lucky bastards in the states. Dammit! I've been wanting to see her for five freakin' years! And everytime she's been performing anywhere near where I live, I've always been occupied with stupid things like work or poverty or school. Dammit! I guess I just have to move to the states then, huh. Regina's new album "Far" is pretty darn awesome by the way. Love it, love it, love it!