Karma Police is another one of those songs that’s close to my heart. I spent many hours of my time in Spain listening to just this song. Lying there under the start and just lose myself. Every time I listen to this song, my mind easily drifts away and I lose touch with reality. It is the melody of the song that gets to me, and the voice of the singer. I first heard this song when I was very young and the video was as amazing then as it is now. It is an extremely low-budget video that fits the song perfectly and the message is really clear.
In the end, everything catches up to you.
The first thing we did when we woke up our first day was eat at a place called Carls Jr Jr’s. It was a hamburger spot on sunset avenue, also known as Kalle’s by my lovely friends. I quote Samuel L Jackson when I say “This is a tasty burger”. (If you name the origin of this quote, you get a gold star.) It was really big and juicy and I have never tasted anything better burger-wise. I got the Combo menu which includes a medium soda, but I promise you. There was nothing medium about it! I don’t even want to know what their extra large looks like. No wonder people in america are overweight, it is the damn sodas.
All right! I have finally arrived at my destination! I am as we speak, in California, enjoying life to the fullest! But before I go to the fun, “happy go lucky” part. I must go through what happened at the airport.
As you may have noticed before, I am not blond. It’s true! My hair is as dark as as a black hole and that’s the way I like it. Unfortunately, the Americans tend to disagree. As I landed in the states, I had to go through a check point where they ask you a few questions before they let you in. ( They also take your fingerprints and picture).
First question. “What business do you have in the states?”
– I am here to visit my friends.
Second question. “How long are you going to stay?”
– I am going to stay for a month.
This is the part where he looks at my passport and notices my birthplace, totally ignoring the fact that I a Swedish citizen.
Third question. “Where is, Esfahan?”
At this point, I knew I was screwed but I stayed relaxed and answered that it was a town in Iran. This is the part it gets interesting. The guy pauses for a second and looks at my passport . Probably, staring at my name with fear and paranoia. He then picks up the phone and calls for an escort to a place called the red room. After that person comes, he takes my pass and ticket and puts them in a red folder, then hands it to the guard whom was even bigger than me and the escorting begins. I would not mind this at all, if I did not have a second flight to Los Angeles that left in 2 hours, which I really did not want to miss. But I did, so I was getting annoyed.
After I got into the red room, filled with foreign people that barely knew the language. (No racial profiling my ass). I had to sit and wait for my turn for nearly an hour. When my turn was up, they asked me one stupid question after another. Here are just a few of the ones I had to answer.
– Where I was from.
– What I studied.
– Why I studied.
– My reasons for coming to the states.
– Who are my friends?
and now, this is the part it gets stupid.
– Do I have any terrorist connections?
– Who are my friends? what do they do? why did they come? can you write their names down? How long are they going to stay? What school are they in? Where do they live? My friends are also Persian so that is why he wanted to know all this.
– Why did you come to the states and not another place?
– Which other countries have you visited the last five years?
– Have you been in the middle east recently?
They also went through my suitcase and wallet, asking what my cards in my wallet were.
This went on and on and on. When they finally released me, two hours had nearly passed and I missed my flight. So I had to take another flight, which they paid for which was good, but came several hours later, which was bad. Since I know that people will ask me this, I’ll just say it straight away. I was shaved, held a book and a computer bag, and was dressed in a nice white shirt with a black vest, so I did not really look like I was about to blow stuff up. A few other things happened that caught my eye but I need to go out and see the sights. If you still wish to know, I will just tell you in person.
I must say, Los angeles truly is a beautiful place to be in, if you have the money for it. The weather is warm and sunny and I can actually go out in a T-shirt. I know! It’s insane! Next time, i’ll tell you about my first impressions of this place. Which are actually quite positive!
Californication my friends, Californication.
Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind’s elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It is time! The long awaited day has finally arrived. I am actually going to visit my friends in California and it is something I am really looking forward to. Who wouldn’t? Great friends and great weather. Now what more could a man ask for? Besides ridiculous sums of money and immortality. (It is a workin’ progress, i’ll solve the puzzle soon).
I really couldn’t care less whether a random super-star celebrity crossed my path, but if Adam and Jamie from mythbusters are on the other side of the street, you can bet your sweet behind that I will be jumping on moving cars and screaming like a monkey tumbling down a very tall cliff.
This is part of my to do-list.
1. Visit Wall-mart. I need to see what all the fuzz is about and I want to be greeted by a Wall-mart greeter.
2. Visit KFC, Starbucks, Dunkin donuts and the cheesecake factory.
3. Repeat 1 and 2.
4. Become my alter-ego Mr. Random! If you feel like doing it, do it!
Yes, life sure can be sweet sometimes.
After i left my exam room for the last time this term, i couldn’t help seeing myself as the Irish hero from Braveheart, getting his head chopped whilst screaming freedom from the top of his lungs. I passed every test so I am in a good mood today and to celebrate, I am going to go enjoy myself for a few weeks in various ways that you might read about in this good ol´ blog of mine. My next exam is in one month and the holidays are closing in on us. How can you not be cheerfull and in a wonderful mood? For now, a friend of mine is coming over and I have a strong feeling that we are going to continue with our “Kenny vs Spenny” marathon. It’s retardedly genius. Now that’s a show!
“Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you’re gonna get”. Well, I do know what I will be getting this week, and that is an endless amount of books to read. I am in the middle of something we call exam weeks, which basically means that we get one test after another, so I will be slightly distracted from this lovely blog of mine.
I will be back though but until I do, I wish you all the best.
Anna inspired me to write about beauty after reading her writings. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, which means that what may be beautiful for one person may not be for another. Beauty that speaks to me is the kind of beauty that says “I may not be pretty or perfect, but I am beautiful”. It is the kind of beauty that differs from the norm. People that dare to express themselves in ways that put them emotionally vulnerable are beautiful to me. Society has developed a culture where those that differ from the social rules are frowned upon, but these are the people that fascinate me the most. People that dare think outside the box and show the world what they truly feel inside.
There are billions of planets in the known universe and the distance is so vast it is hard to fathom with the human mind. An endless amount of solarsystems, moons, and planets are in existense all over the universe. But what would happen if us humans were extinct? There would be nobody alive to appreciate the complexity and beauty of the universe. Sure, there may be intelligent life elsewere, but not in our galaxy. The earth, sun, and other planets in the milky way would just exist forever, changing form and doing unimaginable feats without anyone there to see and absorb it’s beauty.
This picture is created by the deviant artist called Trixis. I love her pictures and I find them truly beautiful. If this picture speaks to you, i recommend visiting her website to see other paintings of this caliber. “Beauty in things exists merely in the mind which contemplates them.” So if we disappeared, beauty would disappear with us.
If you ever wondered what inspired me to name myself the deranged hermit, it was thanks to a blast from my nerdy side. I used to be a really active magic: The gathering player. Which is basically a fantasy themed cardgame where you build your own deck and army if you will, and challenge other players. One of these cards has been in our circle of friends for quite some time and it is a personal favourite of mine. My decks are mostly white and black and my playstyle is to act like a big itchy needle in a place you can’t reach, which is really fun for me but less fun for my opponent. It is a good thing my friends loves me as I love them, because otherwise they would probably shred my deck to pieces from pure frustration. apparently, this picture is supposed to be me. I hope you like my hair, and my army of squirrels. Obey the squirrels or face their Squirrely wrath!
Start mr drama // I am a creature of the night and I bathe in darkness, the lack of sun during the day makes you cherish the pitch black sky during the night, and the silence will make your mind go mad if you let it. I love the stars in the sky and being alone with my thoughts makes my mind wander in ways the day cannot bring. Staying up late every night sustains me and gives me strength for the upcoming day. // End mr drama
Basically… I love the night. It gives me the creative edge I need to put things in writing or learn a new skill. I love the day as long as the temperature is hot enough to make you boil slowly inside and the sun is shining. But living where I live, that only happens about two months per year. That is why I have come to rely so much on the night instead.
Personally, I think that I am just two blows to the head away from trying to suck someones blood for survival. But then again, I have been wrong before.
…Inconceivable! I am ashamed to say that even though I am such a movie fanatic and an admirer of all things fantasy. I had not seen the Princess Bride until recently. I must thank my friend Nilla for pushing me to see this work of art and one day repay her for it. I love one liners, I love witty dialogues and I love it when they put a little humour and sarcasm in a movie, so it was natural that I would also love the Princess Bride. It is an old fantasy adventure film from 1987 and part of it’s charm are the obvious clichés. This movie is a pinnacle to what makes old movies so great. They did not have the funds or the technology for classy effects, so all they could rely on was the script itself. And what they do, they do great.
The plot is simple, a guy comes back after five years to rescue his woman from an evil prince. On his quest he meets a noble Spaniard that seeks revenge for his fathers death and a giant that just tags along because he can. The dialogue between the characters will surely make you smile and laugh and if you still have not seen it, make sure you do right after you finish reading this post.
Now then, anybody want a peanut?
There are certain songs people never forget. They lurk in the back of your heads just waiting for the right moment to pop out and say “Hey! Remember me?”. Some people call them oldies but goldies, others refer to them as one hit wonders. I just call them for what they are. Superb creations of pure genius putting most artists today to shame! I loved the music from the 90s, partly because these are the songs I grew up with. By now, you might wonder. “What the hell is this guy talking about?”
I am talking about the lyrics for the song Zoo Babylon – Spaceman.
I haven’t heard this song in many years but I will never forget the chorus. Not because of the lovely melody or the music video. It is the lyrics! After all these years, I still can’t decide whether the lyrics are the ravings of another deranged hermit or if they are misunderstood poetry.
It is mostly the chorus that interests me. It basically goes “Spaceman, I’ve always wanted you to go into space, man!” It feels like something a squirrel high on something green would say. If you listen to the rest of the lyrics, you will just be more confused. Personally, I like it! Click Here for a direct link to the lyrics.
Quentin Tarantino is a nut.
I was first planning on writing a good long explanation to why I like him and his movies but I ended up deleting it all because you don’t need to explain why he’s such a genius. All you need to say is that he is a nut and truer words have never been spoken. He has done lots of great movies and they all stick out. My personal favourite is pulp fiction which is the movie I saw tonight. Have you ever seen a movie that makes you go “what the hell?” about thirty times? If so then you have seen pulp fiction. This movie has no actual plot. It follows the “everyday life” of your average criminals and you get to listen in on their conversations which ranges from what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in Paris, to how to best clean out a car splattered with a certain guys “mind power”, and by mind power, I mean brains. Yes… Quentin Tarantino is a nut, and Samuel L Jackson is a genius.
After trying out an endless amount of names i finally found one i felt satisfied with. Imagine the shock and horror I felt when my original idea farzan.wordpress.com was reserved by a fellow non-blogger. Not taken, reserved! Which basically means “I do not want to start blogging under this name but I am going to make sure no one else does either”. I hope he goes hungry tonight from guilt.
Ah well, C’est la vie. It is time to move on and I welcome you and your kin to my blogg!