Att hota plastkassar på ICA

KÅ: försöker visserligen att leva efter visdomsorden "Retar du dig på ting som är små så är du väl inte större än så", men för några timmar sen fördunklades hans tillvaro än en gång av att en plastkasse på Ica under flera sekunder vägrade att låta sig öppnas. Dylika hinder på livets stig drabbar bara honom - tror hans pessmistiska jag.

LU: Ha,ha,ha..

Detta händer oss alla emellanåt käre vän.
Jag har ett tricks för att få den trilskande plastkassen att ta reson.
Jag bockar mig försiktigt ner och viskar till den - "Passa dig noga, annars förvandlar jag dig till grovsopspåse så fort vi kommer hem". Ställd inför detta skräckscenario, brukar den mest hårdnackade plastkasse ta reson.
Prova KÅ :-)

AN: Ja tänk om man samlade ihop all den tiden och dessutom fick reda på hur många sällsynta fåglar, vackra människor, livsviktiga samtal och ögonblick av oändlig frid man missat på grund av ICA´s motsträviga påsar. Är det konstigt att man längar bort ibland. Till Konsum t.ex.

Natasja: Undrar hur det fungerar med hot om kast rakt ner i plaståtervinningen?

LU: Tyvärr inte så bra Natasja. Plaståtervinningen gör att kassen får ett inre lugn och ser sig själv som pånyttfödd ICA-kasse efter en ny runda som basmaterial i plastkassetillverkningsindustrin. Lite plastkassarnas buddhism-tänk :-)
Grovsopsscenariot utmynnar för kassen, i en kommunal förbränningsanläggning med eldflammor och enorm värmeutveckling, där den stackars lilla ICA-kassen smälts ner, brinner upp och går ut genom en skorsten som en lite rökpuff. Detta är en skräck för trilskande ICA.kassar och för övrigt för annan trilskande materia också. Lite plastkassarna kristna "du skall brinna i helvetet" tänk :-)

Natasja: O du vise LU. Dessa tankar skall jag föreviga i min egen bibel kallad INCH. Ett måste. Världsomvälvande tankar som måste förmedlas ut i den större världen (dvs. om fler läst den). Jag är härmed en hängiven grovsopshotare när trilskande plastkassar går emot den gudomliga ordningen och irriterar mig.

Levent - the Waiter

• I just feel like making this conversation last. It's so wonderful. It is comments on a photo on Facebook with a pretty English girl (Laura) and Levent, one of the Turkish waiters at the nice hotel Amnesty International had it's big, international meeting two years ago in Turkey. Levent is rather good looking and he knows it and was constantly flirting with the girls he liked (including me). It was fun....to see him try so hard. Haha... I really do wonder if he ever got lucky, how often the hotel guests fell for it. Well, I prefere the less sleazy kind of guys.
  
  
  
  Natasja: The guy to the left is Levent...

  September 3, 2009 at 12:42pm ·
• MD: Otherwise known as Laura's future husband. Well, the future husband of every girl he served to be more accurate......

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• Natasja: Hrmmm... I know. Eg. he insisted to carry my plate the about 1,5 METERS to my table once. Very persistent...

  September 3, 2009 at 12:56pm ·
• MD: Very creepy! ;o)

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• GC: if Layra's happy, i'm happy

  September 3, 2009 at 1:40pm · · Report
• Natasja: I wonder if he ever gets lucky...or to be more precise, I wonder if any of the waiters ever get lucky?

  September 3, 2009 at 1:42pm ·
• Laura: Oh i miss him....

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• Natasja: He has FB...

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• FG: oh but it's such a cute pic! imagine what your kids would look like!!!

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• Natasja: LOL

  September 3, 2009 at 3:35pm ·
• MD: I'd like to know where his right hand's heading.......

  September 3, 2009 at 4:18pm · · Report
• MD: Steven certainly looks unimpressed! ;o)

  September 3, 2009 at 4:18pm · · Report
• FG: never mind his, where are HER hands?!

  September 3, 2009 at 4:48pm · · Report
• Natasja: That's probably why he looks so happy.

  September 3, 2009 at 5:02pm ·
• MD: Laura W, that's disgraceful.

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• RAR: OH MY GOD, I feel so cheated and deceived. Levent was MY WAITER GUY and we were gonna get married and live happily ever after in Gloria Serenity. LAURA YOU RUINED MY LIFE

  September 3, 2009 at 5:53pm · · Report
• MD: Can't you both share him? I think he'd like that.....

  September 3, 2009 at 6:21pm · · Report
• GC: Mark, be serious, WE would like that! (after two comes three)

  September 3, 2009 at 9:52pm · · Report
• Natasja: Both? What about me? He even found me here on Facebook!!!

  September 3, 2009 at 9:55pm ·
• GC: could you be the third one??

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• Natasja: Hmm... I'm no longer sure how to answer that ;-)

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• VC: hahaha, I have no idea how I have missed this epic conversation up till now... but I am in full agreeance with Mark, CREEEEPY! (all the waiters, not just Mr Walsh here!)

  September 26, 2009 at 3:39am · · Report
• Natasja: Especially one other...

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@Glorias

Black nails, patriarchy and movies.

A day of breakfast, movies and cosyness in the sofa. The movies have reminded of how awful the history of women has been and still is. It really surprises me how people still, here in Sweden, denys the existence of the patriarchy. There are even political parties that deny it. This evening I am going to a very different party, more of the Halloween style. It's been too many weekends ago since I went to a real party. Nails are black and that's pretty much only preparation so far but after a shower I'll get ready to party, dressed in black.

Off I go!

Smile or die

About how people who are laid of in the US (especially the corporate part) are told that they can do anyting, as long as they have the right, positive ATTITUDE. Not skills, experience etc, just attitude.

Pale but colorful

People sure can be sweet. One of my (tanned) colleagues wrote this to me.

"Kära Natasja!

I så fall är det bara på hudytan du är lite blek.
Jag tycker du är en fantastiskt härlig färgstark person!"

Ibland blir man glad

"Men jag har full tilltro till din förmåga att lyckas, Natasja. Som den analytiska, socialt begåvade, verbala kulspruta du är!!!! GO FOR IT!!!!" /Kajsa

A riddle

"What am I?"

I am the start of war and end of sorrow.
You can't express wisdom without me but I am at the heart of dimwits.
You may find me in waves but never in oceans.

Where heads don't belong

Some say that some acts like ostriches and put their head in the sand. I say that some are wrong and says instead that some just put their heads in a somewhat darker place. The sand seems to be a easier place to pull away from.

Hans Rosling - one funny and intelligent man

About him.

Garlic bread in Malmö

Spinning should-dos?

Life is spinning. Always things to do, things that I want to do and things I shouldn't do, at least not as much. Interesting that despite I do more things than I used to, there always seems to be even more to do. This evening's should-dos:

* Iron my pile of clothes.
* Pack for the weekend (as usual).
* Answer some messages on Facebook.
* Write on my Amnesty strategy (homework in the leadership program I'm participating in, connected to being a coordinator for Brazil and as a board member).
* Check last protocol.
* Pay for the room in Stockholm during AI's annual general meeting.
* Write here, been a while. At least I've managed to one thing on the list :)
...and a bunch of other things.

Better do other things on the list now, don't you think?

GRATTIS PÅ FÖDELSEDAGEN, ÄLSKLING!

Ja, må han leva!
Ja, må han leva!
Ja, må han leva uti hundrade år!
Javisst ska han leva!
Javisst ska han leva!
Javisst ska han leva uti hundrade år!

Och när han har levat
Och när han har levat
Och när han har levat uti hundrade år!
Ja, då ska han skjutas.
Ja, då ska han skjutas
Ja, då ska han skjutas på en skottkärra fram!

Och när han har skjutits
Och när han har skjutits
Och när han har skjutits på en skottkärra fram
Ja, då ska han hängas
Ja, då ska han hängas
Ja, då ska han hängas på en häst bakåfram!

Och när han har hängits
Och när han har hängits
Och när han har hängits på en häst bakåfram
Ja, då ska han dränkas
Ja, då ska han dränkas
Ja, då ska han dränkas i en flaska champagne!

Och när han har drunknat
Och när han har drunknat
Och när han har drunknat i en flaska champagne
Ja, då ska han firas
Ja, då ska han firas
Ja, då ska han firas på sin födelsedag!

"Mellandagsrean"

The days between Christmas and New Years Eve are called "the in between days" in Sweden and many people like to spend them on shopping during the "in between days sale". Usually I just stay at home but today I went shopping. Amazing that so many people wants to get out there, people everywhere, messy stores etc. Well, there is one good thing, buying some extra christmas gifts :-)

I obviously have more time on my hand than I've had on a long time. Just too bad that I have nothing more intelligent to say at the moment. Just: chocolate, Coke and Bodyguard.

Longing...

Hugs

Feeling like on being on speed

I've never been and never will. That however does not stop from feeling that I am. It's about 3.30 am and the amount of energy I have is probably quite annoying to my dear boyfriend who is sitting next to me, trying to study for his exam next week (d0, d1, d2, d3, d4.... si=di--1=> d0, s1, s2, s3... slopes delta si=si-si-1 and so forth *peeking at the pdf files he's reading*). We got home from a "lussevaka" at a couple of friends place where we tasted eight kinds of "glögg" (which is a very traditional spiced vine that Swedes loves to drink in December and for Christmas) and ate gingerbread with green cheese all night. As usual I got into discussions with my friend F who loves to TRY to provoke me. I must say that he's not at all as good at it as he used to be. The pleasure he finds in it just makes me calm....sorry F ;-)

Back to the energy part. I simply can't sit still and I'm listening to The Offspring in the huge earphones I'm wearing. The Offspring is one hell of a energetic band and is just what I need sometimes. Like right now.alling, I'm falling

Just one of the songs I'm listening to right now:

Have you ever
Falling, I'm falling

Falling, I'm falling

Have you ever walked through a room
And it was more like the room passed around you
Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through

Have you ever been at someplace
Recognizing everybody's face
Until you realized that there was no one there you knew
Well I know

Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, I'm so outshined and out of time
Have you ever

Falling, I'm falling
Falling, I'm falling

Have you ever buried your face in your hands
Cause no one around you understands
Or has the slightest idea what it is that makes you be

Have you ever felt like there was more
Like someone else was keeping score
And what could make you whole was simply out of reach
Well I know

Someday I'll try again and not pretend
This time forever
Someday I'll get it straight but not today
Have you ever

Falling, I'm falling
Falling, I'm falling

Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, my darkest friend is me again
Have you ever
Someday I'll try again and not pretend
This time forever
Someday I'll get it straight but not today
Have you ever

When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay

So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place

When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay

So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to make the world be a better place

When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay

So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place
I'd like to leave the world as a better place
I'd like to think the world

Odd, very odd :-)

. Jag är en liten uppblåsbar fickkniv som du gärna får använda om du vill. Med mig kan man både göra det ena och det andra. Till exempel skulle ett stycke viktor kunna använda mig att ge PENGAR till.

. Dessutom kan jag transformeras till en randig dromedar på natten. Hovarna är gjorda av sandsäckar så ingen kan höra mig när jag kommer och ska gnägga som en kanin i örat på dig. DET är värt en VERKLIGT hög lön.

Med vänliga hälsningar,

Müsli

Computer cool

A nightly poem

Nat i Natten,
jagar katten.
I det blå,
där du förstå,
finns en skatt gömd,
inte bortglömd,
utan mitt i allt

/My friend "Marsving" says good night