As the first snow of the year settled on the unsuspecting drivers in rush traffic, I sat on the tram and happened to see two girls in front of me who was playing with dolls. Well, action figures to be correct. They each had a figure of Elastigirl from The Incredibles, quite likely the sole survivor from a happy meal package.
Entries of year 2004
Every now and then the newspapers use a totally non-news issue as cover story. This makes me both happy and sad at the same time. Happy, since it tells that nothing spectacularly evil happened today. As we all know, the only cover stories that sell are about horrible accidents, royal sex scandals and innocent blood spilled.
it was time for a visit to the Tinitus festival located at Münchenbryggeriet in Stockholm. A lot of people had showed up to see a fairly nice lineup of bands. The futurepop giants VNV Nation entered the main stage a few hours after midnight.
While in Stockholm we went to the premiere of Alien vs Predator. I have been looking forward to this movie ever since that alien skull was included in the spaceship trophy room in Predator 2, fourteen years ago (gasp, am I really that old?). But it was not an alien movie, nor a predator movie. It was something weird in-between. That is not a good thing.
While following the current American presidential election and realizing the most probable outcome, it is only natural to ponder the doom of civilization. We are bound by the laws of ethics and morale, not to mention the laws themselves, to be nice to each other and stay away from the path of destruction.
I was recently sitting in Terminal 2 at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, reading Terminal man, the tale about Merhan Karimi Nasseri who has been living in Terminal 1 of CDG for 16 years. That’s right. Terminal 1, the horrible concrete saucer.
This would be a night to remember. We arrived at Guarulhos, the international airport of Sao Paulo, in the afternoon. To our surprise the aircraft had already left. The Air France office was already closed at 5 pm so we had a look at the Air France web site, that referred us to a 24/7 telephone number. That led us in turn to an answering machine, saying that the service was closed and any questions were referred to the web site.
I used to place Egypt quite high on the paradox list, as they have a lot of signs reading “Egypt – the land of peace” while a guard carrying an automatic weapon stands firmly posing in front of the very sign. However, there’s a new kid on the block. In Paraguay, I learned recently, there are people guarding the car tire shops in full Kevlar armor, holding a sawed-off shotgun with a finger on the trigger.
Yesterday I visited a place where I’ve never been before. It rather felt like an early level in Half-Life. Can you guess the location?