tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35630366808381820392024-03-05T23:41:03.184+01:00Coloursby kristoffer tjalvekristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-74607976283304161472011-01-23T14:05:00.002+01:002011-01-23T14:09:21.710+01:00untitled<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4508679674_6aaef2efc3_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4508679674_6aaef2efc3_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Vietnam, Hanoi, 2010.</div><div>"untitled"</div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-85849429588245857732011-01-23T13:35:00.002+01:002011-01-23T13:38:34.701+01:00untitled<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4350329095_20dce5dab3_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4350329095_20dce5dab3_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Cambodia, Phnom Penh, Stung Meanchey Muncipal Waste Dump, 2009.</div><div>"untitled"</div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-45018571570161833822011-01-23T11:37:00.006+01:002011-01-23T13:38:57.577+01:00Hotel Blue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4448970578_7bafe16863_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4448970578_7bafe16863_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Hungary, Budapest, 2010.</div><div>"Hotel Blue"</div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-4068955265573372842011-01-23T11:35:00.004+01:002011-01-23T13:39:28.915+01:00Jászai Mari Tér Hotel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4448800746_a69ee8f342_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4448800746_a69ee8f342_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Hungary, Budapest, 2010.</div><div>"Jászai Mari Tér Hotel"</div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-39740677305012792022011-01-23T11:28:00.006+01:002011-01-23T13:39:58.490+01:00I am running away from you, and myself<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2084/4508114993_776f1f49a3_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2084/4508114993_776f1f49a3_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div>Hungary, Budapest, 2010.</div><div>"I am running away from you, and myself"</div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-72499277553489265492011-01-20T08:18:00.000+01:002011-01-20T08:18:50.482+01:00untitled<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dP15zlyra3c?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-23038971513808476232011-01-14T16:52:00.001+01:002011-01-14T16:53:23.858+01:00let it be spring, seriously<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5310068468_a33b0fa1bf_b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5310068468_a33b0fa1bf_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-15032999522159789672010-12-05T17:22:00.003+01:002010-12-05T17:42:26.313+01:00i am still here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwU-HLEsBjiZzV9rYKWjo2knKKaNL0Ur0VmlFO13v3Ye-qKRomlohc2Jg7wZp4zohdv4OeyAmjTmclxMg4vIczacHVyIkUP3h0OrORtp8oJfiaXyBgJTkZWc6zHgYaLei6MQfMAkB9AQe/s1600/IMG_8123.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwU-HLEsBjiZzV9rYKWjo2knKKaNL0Ur0VmlFO13v3Ye-qKRomlohc2Jg7wZp4zohdv4OeyAmjTmclxMg4vIczacHVyIkUP3h0OrORtp8oJfiaXyBgJTkZWc6zHgYaLei6MQfMAkB9AQe/s400/IMG_8123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547238486359682962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTczWmcmKZJ59hjOL3E1D0z9U-ZDvgo76E4ttq0e2l5qS6DUt27Nyo7axQX22VVXozHwHVDpkot7w39nMTk5rjVCNQmRNHbMTxTbbnHmJSOvdpNaFqNrmuWEnbzvV5zmefTB6C_9vw91NF/s1600/IMG_8577.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTczWmcmKZJ59hjOL3E1D0z9U-ZDvgo76E4ttq0e2l5qS6DUt27Nyo7axQX22VVXozHwHVDpkot7w39nMTk5rjVCNQmRNHbMTxTbbnHmJSOvdpNaFqNrmuWEnbzvV5zmefTB6C_9vw91NF/s400/IMG_8577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547238477695663890" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>I have been doing some rethinking. Well, actually I am still rethinking.</div><div>I don't want a photoblog, or do I?</div><div>I don't want an essayblog, or do I?</div><div><br /></div><div>I have considered the option of writing down a set of rules for the blog. Stating some kind of purpose with the blog might help me using this blog more creative. Also I have some undefinable idealized relationship toward rules.</div><div><br /></div><div>The first draft consisting of 10 rules has been made. The rules are rather contradictive put together, but nonetheless it is a starting point.</div><div><br /></div><div>I) This is purely a process.</div><div>II) A red rose/nose has multiple meanings.</div><div>III) This blog can only be misread. (Thanks!)</div><div>IV) However, the receiver(s) must always be targeted.</div><div>V) There exist a tradition in any innovation.</div><div>VI) Diagonal is my preferred angle.</div><div>VII) The Internet has a serious problem! (I am not here to solve it.)</div><div>VIII) Obstacles without logic shall be the logic.</div><div>IX) Therefore, this bullet point only exist to reach a total of 10.</div><div>X) I am here to pollute.</div><div><br /></div><div>As you probably already have noted, it might be absurd to call these for rules. First of all because must of them doesn't describe any guideline for action and, secondly, because those that actually might be characterized as a rule are so vague in their description that they must likely wont have any real effect.</div><div><br /></div><div>The core problem about this blog, expressed by these vague defined rules/guidelines, is that I dont know what I want with the blog. From processing various post regarding design, architecture, art, etc. this blog has developed into a photoblog. I am satisfied with the change from processing other peoples post to - to some extend - contributing with my own stuff. However, the form and structure of this blog leave it as best, as a mainstream photoblog.</div><div><br /></div><div>Before advancing further I would like to clear out, that I have no intention of creating a unique and original blog. Stating this blog as mainstream, should therefore not be understood in a way where I believe, that I can contribute to the internet with singular posts on regular basis. More-likely it is to be understood in a way, where I have realized, that from being a blog processing what I stumbled upon on the Internet, this blog has become a blog where I communicate what I came across with my camera. Rather than becoming an original or singular photoblog, I have become yet another photo processing blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I am rethinking the purpose of this blog, I will be reproducing the above mentioned rules. My first task will be to eliminate those without any meaning and thereafter to make each of them more practical. If I was to choose right now, I will let the following two rules be very central:</div><div><br /></div><div>IV) However, the receiver(s) must always be targeted.</div><div>VIII) Obstacles without logic shall be the logic.</div><div><br /></div><div>These might be changed to something like:</div><div><br /></div><div>I) Each post must be a response to a target.</div><div>(This could for example be another blogger's recent post or an article in a newspaper)</div><div><br /></div><div>II) Each post must be produced under some absurd rule.</div><div>(An example of a possible rule could be no use of "a" in an entire post.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Moreover I am quite sure I will let photos be the main way of communication.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I have been doing some rethinking.</div><div>Happy December.</div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-69005077982029812652010-10-31T10:45:00.000+01:002010-10-31T10:45:53.737+01:00the phantom of liberty<object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/WO7hvlfz5qI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WO7hvlfz5qI?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WO7hvlfz5qI?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-61642009761586531362010-10-21T16:06:00.004+02:002010-10-21T16:22:36.498+02:00modern fucking art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v290/37/102/728330200/n728330200_3599322_9891.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v290/37/102/728330200/n728330200_3599322_9891.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">(Bucharest, Rumania)</p>Modern fucking art<br />I couldn’t care less<br />You stink<br /><br />Put your wild beast into a can<br />Mix it with divisionism<br />Instead of drinking it, throw it away<br />It’s useless<br /><br />Van Gogh was a looser,<br />Who sought for stars,<br />And ended up with taking a realistic turn<br />By killing his own soul<br />Die die die<br /><br />And industrial revolution my ass<br />I have a plain, a train, a car, A DICK<br />Licking the prostitutes<br />In natural settings<br />Wow I’m impressed<br />Not even one to one<br /><br />Revolution or evolution<br />Who cares<br />It moves on, I did, u did, and we do<br />Lets visit Tahiti, Guernica, and sell Paris<br />Reflects modern society<br />I hear the surprise, feel the expressions<br />Kick to that poor cat and watch it explode<br /><br />When it hits the wall<br />In complementary colors<br />Red blood in green landscape<br />Dripping deliberate disharmonies<br />While stark juxtapositions observes<br />Killing killing killing<br />I<br />Again<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Overspringshandling fra Singapore - et absurd referende afsnit skulle afvikles til en usammenhængende grupperapport. </div><div><br /></div><div>Det er ikke mange uger siden at Deadline 2. sektion havde et program kaldet "Tilbage til den Sorte skole?". Heri gik debatten på hvorvidt det danske skolesystems fokus på tværfaglige projekter og lignende har resulteret i, at eleverne ikke længere besad basale evner - der var højt værdsat i den såkaldte Sorte skole. Hertil må mine oplevelser i Singapore falde ud til begge sider. Uddannelsessystemet i Singapore befordrer i meget høj grad de samme basale evner som den Sorte skole gjorde. Rent praktisk betyder det, at eleverne derovre kan læse 4 artikler og referere argumentationen til punkt og prikke. Derimod synes de langt sløvere når det kommer til at diskutere på tværs af artiklerne og sætte argumentationen i kontekst.</div><div>Anyway. Min værste oplevelse studiemæssigt var at vende tilbage til tema projekter fremfor problemorienteret projektarbejde. At omskrive et kapitel om Moderne kunst er ikke særlig interessant hvis det eneste mål med omskrivningen er den blotte gengivelse. </div><div><br /></div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-1209325132275391652010-10-12T18:45:00.004+02:002010-10-12T18:56:19.582+02:00d dl<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; ">On winning the X in 1985, for X, he simply rose and said “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here tonight, but I thank you all for coming”, then sat down.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; ">Indeed, X used to carry a business card that read “I don’t want to talk about it.”</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5075826658_1ee13a4eb8_b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5075826658_1ee13a4eb8_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5075827928_c300047502_b.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5075827928_c300047502_b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5075827928_c300047502_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/5075228171_ebe3707fe2_b.jpg"></a><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/5075228171_ebe3707fe2_b.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" border="0" alt="" /><br /></div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-75835827187815430852010-10-12T17:59:00.003+02:002010-10-12T18:16:09.335+02:00liberty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFnRAapEymt9US2Hf6FudxB9Vkeg6m2wANkLG6aPQCbtndvCwv0IfgSj6r59wKf9YSQuji2eC_DmZXmkUXS_1ma3R9YbtY4ASnWBnl9MZ4TWhtRgW7IFkAXnQOFosY-sQOBgB8RU0pZ_v/s1600/IMG_8135.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFnRAapEymt9US2Hf6FudxB9Vkeg6m2wANkLG6aPQCbtndvCwv0IfgSj6r59wKf9YSQuji2eC_DmZXmkUXS_1ma3R9YbtY4ASnWBnl9MZ4TWhtRgW7IFkAXnQOFosY-sQOBgB8RU0pZ_v/s400/IMG_8135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527190210231101346" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Sikke en oplevelse, tak!<br /><br />En medrivende og ubehagelig tur igennem dansk og afrikansk kultur. En historie der løb stærkere end mine øjne kunne læse - skabt ved en sprogbrug der i starten får mig til at huske fremmedsprogsundervisning med simple og fordanskede sætninger, men som hurtigt bliver stilistisk tryllebindende.<br /><br />Foruroligende er det at gentænke en lang række af minderne fra min tur rundt Vietnam, Cambodia og Laos. En hvid badeby i Cambodia skabte allerede dengang dårlige billeder, billeder der kun er blevet værre ved et grundigere indblik i denne verdens hverdag.<br /><br />I bunken af de brutale situationer, skabt af slette og fordrømte mennesker, er det mig dog stadig en gåde, hvordan fanden Jakob Ejersbo har fanget min sympati hos Marcus og Christian helt hen til bogens afslutning. På det tidspunkt er de selv forlængst blevet til de voksenfigurer de i begyndelsen foragter.<br /><br />Ikke desto mindre, sikke en oplevelse.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Side 490: "Han ville få mig dræbt," siger Savio. "Det er billigt her i landet."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Men til udlandet?" siger jeg.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Hvis jeg stjal nok, så ville han måske også finde mig der. Araberne har en vis forkærlighed for hævn. Men ... hvad fanden skal jeg også i udlandet? Det er ikke noget for mig."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Du kunne tage til Europa," siger jeg.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Der har jeg været. Røvkedeligt sted."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">("Hvorfor synes du det?")</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">("Folkene - de er ikke i stand til at slappe af. Det er som om de har travlt med at komme frem til døden."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Side 382: "Er det dig, der har været i Afrika?" spørger konen forundret og stirrer indgående på mig.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Tanzania," siger jeg. "Ja."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Var de meget mørke, der hvor I var?" spørger hun.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Mørke?" siger jeg.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Lige så mørke som negrene?" spørger hun med store øjne.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"De var negre - ja," siger jeg. "Det var det de var."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Var de... flinke nok?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Ja."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Havde I tjenestefolk?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Ja."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Skulle I så slet ikke lave noget selv?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Nej," siger jeg og rejser mig. "Tak for kaffe."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Side 99: "Vi vil gerne have, at du tager med ud til TPC i aften, hvis du kan?" siger Katriina.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Ja. Det kan jeg godt." Jeg vil gerne se de fine huse, hvor danskerne bor.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Det er bare fordi... hvis Jonas får lidt at drikke, og jeg vil helst ikke køre, for jeg skal passe på min lille baby," siger hun.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">"Det er helt i orden," siger jeg. Wazungu er mærkelige på den måde. De bestemmer over dig, og de kan bare sige, hvad du skal gøre, og du gør det; men de spørger dig alligevel, som om du kan sige.</span></span></div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-19664743613209876782010-10-01T15:40:00.002+02:002010-10-01T15:54:24.319+02:00S<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/5041207675_0d81643724_b.jpg"></a><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/5041207675_0d81643724_b.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5041831630_4f9b31230a_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5041831630_4f9b31230a_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/5041208825_e738e765ed_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/5041208825_e738e765ed_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><br /></div><div></div></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5041209057_3137fdc929_b.jpg"></a><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5041209057_3137fdc929_b.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/5041831388_f82d2dcd06_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/5041831388_f82d2dcd06_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/5041830654_a1b9ac7f9b_b.jpg"></a><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/5041830654_a1b9ac7f9b_b.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/5041208471_e5b22d0ec8_b.jpg"></a><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/5041208471_e5b22d0ec8_b.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><div></div><div>Jeg har ting på hjernen.</div><div>Jeg har tænkte ting på hjernen.</div><div><br /></div><div> - Korkprop</div><div> - Floating in space</div><div> - Tendencies</div><div> - European Love</div><div> - Tømmermænd</div><div><br /></div><div>Det er Friday 1. Go' weekend.</div><div><br /></div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-73898066298256505082010-08-24T11:56:00.001+02:002010-08-24T11:56:21.125+02:00med små skridt<div><br /></div><object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/5wTLpGTg3Jw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wTLpGTg3Jw?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wTLpGTg3Jw?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4923159476_ea944519e4_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; 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cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4862812970_9112d768cc_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4114/4862812970_9112d768cc_z.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4862198691_0f08a2d4e0_z.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4862198691_0f08a2d4e0_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4862198691_0f08a2d4e0_z.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4862816068_9e1a930bb7_b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4862816068_9e1a930bb7_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Respons til <a href="http://niteshparwana.wordpress.com/2010/07/28/du-drommer-om-et-andet-sted/">Nitesh</a> og <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbXsbHNHqFI">Mikael Simpson</a>.</div></div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-10303608095559659772010-08-02T19:17:00.002+02:002010-08-02T19:21:48.204+02:00dance dance dance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4853868056_f6c56d6dd5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4853868056_f6c56d6dd5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4853868056_f6c56d6dd5.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4853234663_edeb438367_b.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4853234663_edeb438367_b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4853234663_edeb438367_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4853234663_edeb438367_b.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4123/4853260383_04a8f128e9.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4123/4853260383_04a8f128e9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4123/4853260383_04a8f128e9.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4853888268_b9f468ef37_b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 683px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4099/4853888268_b9f468ef37_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>"Ideation?"<div>"A very strong thought. And it was attached to me and visualized it, like you do in a dream. You mean something like that?"</div><div>"Yeah, something kind of like that. A strong thought, but not only that. There was some <i>thing</i>behind it. Something powerful. Like energy that was creating the thinking. I could just feel that it was out there. They were like vibes that I could see. But not like a dream. Like an <i>empty dream</i>. That's it, an empty dream. Nobody's there, so you don't see anybody. You know, like when you turn the contrast on the TV real low and the brightness way up. You can't see a thing. But there's an image in the picture, and if you squint real hard, you can <i>feel</i> what the image is. You know what I meant?"</div></div></div></div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-22657418738983210342010-07-21T12:01:00.002+02:002010-07-21T12:10:44.178+02:00travelling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJ2evGcOFXQ0keczoLbC4jMzBRqiGj3uL_X9EWFyr93rYYmMn0meWWFDGSF-U5NcyWOj4ETn3NX3gbmKMmKwAdd3qU7xSUv1VNfrWvCFbLBSLxXA4mhJKgGeytSGtKaP3X67e7yEzsgLq/s1600/IMG_5894.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJ2evGcOFXQ0keczoLbC4jMzBRqiGj3uL_X9EWFyr93rYYmMn0meWWFDGSF-U5NcyWOj4ETn3NX3gbmKMmKwAdd3qU7xSUv1VNfrWvCFbLBSLxXA4mhJKgGeytSGtKaP3X67e7yEzsgLq/s400/IMG_5894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496299676728482370" /></a>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-27112774120303979072010-05-21T12:43:00.000+02:002010-05-21T12:43:38.770+02:00mukhtars fødselsdag<object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/xgOyTNtsWyY/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgOyTNtsWyY&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgOyTNtsWyY&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-50477362020359041192010-05-03T16:38:00.000+02:002010-05-03T16:40:30.741+02:00Bachelor thesis og en grøn tuborg<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-qCfsuPUZVH4U1InkkQX9-hunuV03XuxVUjK3XIoz2uHmWJA6UWvKEpFAa_kqIHNf_xA9wCWsoOkDCbVzcrmVhbY0Wr9FJdSg8tRZ_L3rtZ6j9lRphFB0JMHaLE5dD9FfPkz7qCmW_7M/s1600/IMG_5609.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC60vKrQD4VTQ0NgTKjkDwlSPWhF4ogMBya_NgWv42xFCDp-VCjSOODn5WEpvNl5PMyECi0t2ys0VbtfMicISI1Fy_eW8z_4KtktrsXxCWBVyRB9w01dA1fprC3z4UhjYj9vLq_I1fCLgQ/s400/IMG_5557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466654570661384338" /></a>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-52218797979715207692010-04-29T23:15:00.000+02:002010-04-29T23:15:36.509+02:00Radiohead - No Surprises<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/fUgMbKJu9ws/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUgMbKJu9ws&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUgMbKJu9ws&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-36169389947005176152010-04-16T10:12:00.001+02:002010-04-16T10:14:52.488+02:00og jagten på det gyldne skind<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">Jeg sætter mig til at samle et puslespil. Det er spændende og jeg elsker kampen og udfordringen det er at få det hele til at gå op. Systemerne med at lokalisere hjørnerne, dernæst kanterne for til sidst at fylde alt det imellem ved en blanding af motiv og farve strategi. Dette har hjulpet mig til at mestre kunsten at samle et puslespil.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">Jeg kan samle selv de helt store, og har endnu ikke oplevet besværligheder med puslespil fra andre lande; således har jeg samlet moskeer, røde busser og en udliciteret havfrue. Jeg er oftest nærmest panisk opsat i min samleproces. Kæmper med og mod mig selv. Gør alt for at gøre det bedre end sidst, god, bedre, bedst, det forjættede ord der konstant skubbes foran mig.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">Jeg bliver færdig, og tilfreds, sætter stolt mit værk til skue, midt på spisebordet, eller på gulvet i indgangen, således, at mit perfekte billede tvinger andres anerkendelse i retning af mig.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">Sandheden er, at prestigen, den sidste brik, er det kedeligste og sørgeligste øjeblik, kun overgået af øjeblikket, kun få momenter senere hvor værket er fuldkommen, det er også årsagen til at jeg sender det endelige værk til skue, for at få mere ud af det, for at kunne fortælle om mine strategier, om hvordan jeg smart og kløgtigt behandlede disse udfordringer, jeg fortæller historier om hvordan min lillebror slugte en brik, således, at jeg måtte overvåge hans afføring i en uge før jeg omsidder kunne færdiggøre værket</span><span lang="DA">. Det hænder at visse bliver trætte af at høre om mine beretninger, og ærlig talt, jeg forstår dem godt. For det er det samme igen og igen. Evige allitterationer, med same same but different out-come. I det tilfælde søger jeg andre lyttere, og læsere, og det hænder at jeg når dig. Her</span><span class="MsoCommentReference"><span lang="DA" style="font-size:8.0pt"><a class="msocomanchor" id="_anchor_2" href="#_msocom_2" language="JavaScript" name="_msoanchor_2">]</a><span style="display:none;mso-hide:all"><span style="mso-special-character:comment"> </span></span></span></span><span lang="DA"> sker det, at jeg snakker i vildskab. Råber. Og skriger. Ude af kontekst, i en sådan grad, at end ikke jeg selv er bevidst om hvad der foregik.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">Foregår.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">Forgår.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">I forgårs. Og i går.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">Et år.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">Tår.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">Slår. Mine lår. Hiver mine hår. Sænket tempoet. Minimaliserer sætningerne. Intet resterende plads må spildes. Vil ikke færdiggøre. Vil være undervejs. Demonstrere min overlegenhed. Udfordres. Lade alt være et puslespil. Finde verdensstørste puslespil. Et der er så stort, at jeg aldrig bliver færdig. Konstruktionen er påbegyndt. Hver dag 7 nye brikker. Startende venstre for midten. Aldrig sikker på hvor de næste 7 hører til. Jeg har nu mange øer. Nogle med broer. Det underligt som vi lærer at bygge broer. Det ville være vidunderligt om der kunne efterlades blanke områder. Om jeg kunne tvinge dig til at stjæle og gemme mine brikker. Spise dem om nødvendigt. Jeg ved alt har en ende, og at dette er godt.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="DA">Men det er også nemt, kedeligt, og</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-21845039533733103882010-04-11T03:47:00.002+02:002010-04-11T03:50:48.579+02:00ps. goodnight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbC4ewM76bJRjFBl1TNSonVwfB-eHXYGzPX3Q1Td-c729Sro1bskGJE50I33UULhEwtoeQscQVDDbBFqfu6Yi5Z3er21P8umHCgfUiO6oMCJDZnFKR50UKBkeH0NdkpGolM6CRbDxOnfWm/s1600/IMG_4847.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbC4ewM76bJRjFBl1TNSonVwfB-eHXYGzPX3Q1Td-c729Sro1bskGJE50I33UULhEwtoeQscQVDDbBFqfu6Yi5Z3er21P8umHCgfUiO6oMCJDZnFKR50UKBkeH0NdkpGolM6CRbDxOnfWm/s400/IMG_4847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458691438689851010" /></a><br />”Det er det, det handler om<br />Det at glemme sig, og kunne glemme sig selv<br />Det er sommetider en mangelvare<br />Det er altså sommetider sådan noget der ikke er let at komme hen i<br />Den tilstand at glemme sig selv<br />Som regel kan man alt for godt huske sig selv<br />Og alle ens besværligheder<br />Og tanker<br />Og ærinder<br />Jeg ved ikke hvad<br />Og alle de projekter man har i hovedet<br />Og det er meget svært at komme af med det<br />Men det kan musikken hjælpe en med, at komme af med det”<br />Jørgen Leth i ”Musik – Vi Sidder bare her”kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-41738172341948632452010-04-10T23:08:00.004+02:002010-04-10T23:41:20.918+02:00im here komma all night<div><br /></div>En kop kaffe og et kys<div>ja tak.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0F0YFnCsK11o9eMEJZWrj4HVMCp73XKg3Sfc7tCdlMaLkugLQON8GR4GbLfLkJXw9raohYXJDUn0k7I5-uAZ2Jp26xVdIj5svCXtHL_OJdbBe0VcFv2q0VpOm81F87hUckSwpFPmAO7N/s1600/IMG_5419.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0F0YFnCsK11o9eMEJZWrj4HVMCp73XKg3Sfc7tCdlMaLkugLQON8GR4GbLfLkJXw9raohYXJDUn0k7I5-uAZ2Jp26xVdIj5svCXtHL_OJdbBe0VcFv2q0VpOm81F87hUckSwpFPmAO7N/s400/IMG_5419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458620400443632978" /></a></div>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563036680838182039.post-64574928239123174612010-04-10T21:43:00.002+02:002010-04-10T21:50:53.200+02:00the tower of babel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghf5NtuWydaeP8LQjV8aMuCzne8GP-uQmvZJaf4hGIAY16vnL0W17_GqI2aod2LL-sq6TJ4ySeB2_NFyMDmZjWDoLAIOH8hyphenhyphen4i5ObFOW0fvWWQsarkXlyX4Dvc4eeIqnl5dJoKdSXYUuVs/s1600/IMG_4586.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghf5NtuWydaeP8LQjV8aMuCzne8GP-uQmvZJaf4hGIAY16vnL0W17_GqI2aod2LL-sq6TJ4ySeB2_NFyMDmZjWDoLAIOH8hyphenhyphen4i5ObFOW0fvWWQsarkXlyX4Dvc4eeIqnl5dJoKdSXYUuVs/s400/IMG_4586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458598254693802338" /></a>kristoffer tjalvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890643439609086896noreply@blogger.com0