BUZZCUTS

Wanted a hair cut. Walked into the first place I saw. Tried to tell the men nothing too drastic. Obvs buzzcut.

Most of these are from the residential area of The Freetown of Christiania, maybe the most awesome place on earth. If you have no idea what that is, its a sovereign state/city/commune in the middle of Copenhagen. They are completely independent of Denmark and the rest of the European Union and have some very simple rules-No guns, No violence and No hard drugs. But like I said these are from behind the major part of Christiania where some residents have erected some pretty cute, makeshift houses along the lakeshore. If you want to see the town itself just google it or there are also videos on youtube, they are very sketchy about cameras so I didn't even want to risk it. But yeah, then just the duckpond with some cute old men tossin bread crumbs. Ok I could say so much more but I really am nottttt enjoying typing right now, my hands are freezing.

Motivational phrases on coffee mugs and shirts that say "I don't do mornings."

On the run from Johnny Law. It aint' no trip to Cleveland.

Applekage

HAHA, at 3 am last night someone that was living upstairs was just blasting Rammstein. Seriously raising the dead. I was kind of sick yesterday and had decided to go to bed early to try and shed it. I slept from 10-3, then rocked from 3-5. 2 fucking hours of Rammstein. This is only speculation but I think he was a friend of Doc Browns, and somehow snagged a few of the speakers pictured above.

I think around 4:30 I somehow dozed off for a minute or two. I had a dream I walked upstairs and peeped through this guys key hole. There were small children in cages in the corners, and human intestines strung around the room like christmas garlands. Pelvic dinner ware was stacked on the shelves painted with lambs blood. Women impaled on broomsticks, gutted from head to toe with their entrails split on the floor where pit-bulls feasted. And in the middle of it all was a cloaked man playing guitar hero.

why don't we move around town via roller-coaster. think of the fun.

Bevar-Leftovers and Pictures of Crap on your Windowsill

The next few are some of buildings were I take classes. This part of the campus is called Amager (AM-ah). Its a little bit outside of the city.

The old women here are hilarious. They are maybe 5 foot 1 in heels, and dressed from head to foot in fur. Walking behind them is irritating, but I guess you've gotta remember one wrong move on the ice and they shatter. Still, when stuck behind them on the narrow, hard to maneuver sidewalks I feel like kicking them. Maybe because they look like this.

If some guy is in the midst of a quadruple murder and another walks in to stop him and then they get into a gun fight and no ones around to hear it...

Just after 1 am last night, I heard a string of 10 or 15 gun shots. I was laying in bed at the time reading and the lights were still on. I couldn't pinpoint their location, but it sounded like a gunfight in my courtyard. I could hear each shot sharply, then the softer reverberations as they ran down the city blocks. I was really scared one was about to come through my window so I turned the lights off and crawled over to it to investigate. No one in the courtyard, but the shots were still coming about every 15 or 20 seconds. The kitchen window had a better view of the courtyard so I ran to it, wincing with every pop. No one in the courtyard, but on the far wall were the bright projections of whatever was happening in a dark room a few stories up. Like a motion picture I sat there and watched them come in. Three of four more and it was over. I went back into my room, pretty terrified at this point wondering what the hell I just had heard. The sirens came a few minutes later, and I heard men talking and shuffling up the stairs but I couldn't understand what had happened, all danish. I figured my roommates were next door listening the same thing and I'd be able to get the scoop tomorrow, so after this sick goodnight story I went to bed.

I was shocked to hear this morning they hadn't heard any of it! Slept right through. I guess they'd been asleep for a few hours at that point, and were also on the far side of the apartment. But god, I can't stop wondering what happened. Super strange. I guess these are the perks of living in Little Arabia

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

Mmmm.

Sun goes down, (host) folks go to bed. What do I do? Pull the curtains and dial up the nudie-flicks. Nope, worse. My grease starved stomach drives me out to find the most american inspired dish in Copenhagen. I binge quietly in shame and chow down my (tear) salted fries. If caught I'm going with, "But I'm just holding it for a friend."

Sun King

What I put in my mouth and turn to goo.

And I got out with the campiece a bit today, here are the winners. Losers will be shown unclassified at a later date.

God that was strange.

My apartment here is on the 2nd floor of this building and there are at least 3 or 4 more. I only realized yesterday that there was a whole new door in my apartment that led up a tiny stair case. I asked and so my roommate, Lars, told me there was, as he put it "something awesome" upstairs, but that I needed to go find out for myself what it was. He hinted that there was a nice view, which there was, but it was also real strange. We were talking about this last night and I was too tired to explore it then, but this morning it was the first thing I did. I noticed the sun was out, and I thought if there Is a nice view, I'm gonna try and snag some photos. Anyways, up the tiny spiral stairs, about 5 or 6 sets. I got up through the unmarked wooden door and into, what I realized now was just an attic. And down at the end of this cold, almost pitch-black hallway I only see one light. It seemed like a natural light so I moved down towards it. At the end there is just only this tiny room with heaps of dust on the floor, maybe the first vacuum ever made and one little window. I knew this couldn't be it, so as I was looking around some more I noticed one more door. This one shittier, smaller and creakier than the last. But I went through it and down a similar hallway with one light at the end. I was led into a huge circular atrium space. It was dust-carpeted like the rest of the attic, but also flooded with the morning light. And in the middle of this room there was a big, old ladder that ran up twenty or thirty feet to the top of it. Naturally, I climbed it-even though the timbers looked like they were from 1400. I thought maybe at the top one of the roof panels pushed out and there would be the view, but no, just an aerial of this strange room with old, orange chairs and other random objects hiding in the corners. I wasn't disappointed at all, this place was insane, but I climbed back down and planned to come back up with a different lens to capture that. From this side of the hallway I could see much more clearly, the different doors that lined it. They all had locks on them, and it looked like a prison cell block. I got down to the end of it and of course the door that I came in had somehow shut behind me and locked. First thoughts: Fuck, I'm gonna starve up here, I'll eat the chairs and drink the dust. But I looked around and saw all of these doors. I just hoped one would lead back. I started trying them, none would budge. But back in the atrium, I noticed another smaller door back in the corner. It lead into a little crawl space, and again there was natural light at the end of it. So like an insect I drove right to it on my hands an knees, choking on the dust. I got to the edge and looked down, and it spit me out right above the first stair case, about half-way down towards my room.

It was all really insane, but I think I most-likely picked up whatever traces of the black-death remained in that vent. I'll go back up and post some pictures, but definitely remember to prop open that door.

Ok, time for eggs.

Things its all about today.

Wasabi Peas, Joe and the cheapest beer in Denmark.

These taste much better in Denmark

Sponsabilities

Today I was walking down the street and in one stride I scooted past what appeared to be a girl about twenty hoisting her baby out of the carriage and dodged a man about fifty being waited on at a cafe table exchanging empty beer glasses for full ones. I think/saw that a big part of Danish culture is never being too young for one responsibility or too responsible for four drinks by three pm. It just uhhhh is spread evenly or something.

cont.

Picsofdaplace.

1)Hallway with my room at the end of the hall, bathroom to the left, kitchen behind me and living room to the right. 2) you can figure that one out 3) Awesome lil guy done courtesy of my roommates' friend. The last two are in my room.