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2002-08-12

Believe it or not, we had drunk a few beers, we had watched Henry Rollins spoken word and we somewhere along the line our self-critical mindset stopped working. These are just a few of all the crappy things we recorded. (Warning! These mp3s contain low humour and are sung with crappy voices!)

Five mp3s
1) Hello
2) We hope Mexico can forgive us
3) James Brown sings Bobby Brown
4) A story about a Kung Fu-wannabe
5) the closest we ever came to a love song

I’ve been thinking today while I wandered around in Ljungby doing bugger all. Thinking both on small as on large things, I’ve come up with two things. One of them is what I’ll write about in my C-essay and one the second thing is something I would like to call my Doors theory.

I seriously consider writing about Mervyn Peake’s use of language in Titus Groan. I need something to write about, and this way I get both literature and language study into the same basket. I haven’t read any other book that seems more suitable for this thing than Peake’s. Besides, the class is about to begin and I have little or less ideas otherwise.

The Doors theory goes like this: Jim Morrison on drugs = genius while Jim Morrison on booze = fat. I don’t really know what to do with this theory, but I’ll figure it out eventually.