Tuesday, November 27, 2007


This blog will be put on ice until I feel like writing again.

Monday, November 26, 2007

The Online Magician

My friend Seth is the coolest. As far as I know, he is the world's first and only online magician.

That constant taste of mint

I already told Helene. And not too long ago, I believe I told you.

This time of year, when life is only a matter of surviving the winter cold and darkness, time flies. Faster than ever. As a matter of fact, I can no longer recall what I do; apart from waking up, brushing my teeth, then bushing my teeth again (before going to bed). It is as if I am conscious only twice per day; two seconds in the morning and two seconds in the evening. I look at myself in the mirror. I see a toothbrush in my mouth and that familiar white foam, and I think to myself that there must be more to life than this.

Then I slowly doze off again.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

The Paulina Empire

Finally some recognition. Tom stumbled upon a Facebook group called "The Paulina Empire" and there I am: "Paulina Modlitba, blogger". Sic!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Pretty fugly

Image: Newbury Comics

Let me introduce Abima. He is an Uglydoll and is going to be part of my research.

Flawlessly fashionable

Tisdagstema: Omgjord

Today's Tuesday theme: Omgjord (changed, altered). A picture of me being augmented before my summer wedding last August.

Monday, November 19, 2007

I have a dream

I had a dream about this blog for the first time last night. I dreamt that my last post about Google Android made the number of visitors skyrocket.

Just so you know. The dream did not come true.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Conversations in a high-tech bed

Paulina and Tom have just woken up and linger in bed. Tom has a happy, dreamy look on his face.

P: What are you thinking of?
T: Google Android.

Friday, November 16, 2007

I just want to tell you this one thing...

Image: GOTYE - Like drawing blood

...even blood can be the most beautiful thing sometimes.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

En andra familj

Foto: DN

Glöm det jag sa om Jonas och Mark. Gösta och Marie-Louise är ju mina riktiga favoriter. Adoptera mig, underbara människor!

Paulina konstlar sig inför Ericsson

Paulina (P) träffar de två Ericsson-representanterna (E2) i hallen utanför konferensrummet.

P: Hi, my name is Paulina. Pratar ni båda svenska?
E2: Ja, det gör vi.
P: OK, so I can do this demo in English or in Swedish. Which do you prefer?
E2: Eh. Ja, kanske på svenska då?
P: OK, 'cause I can do it in English too if you like.
E2: Jaha. Ja, nej, det går bra på svenska.
P: Jaha.

Separated at birth

Images: I Has a Bucket & DN

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Subway kind of love

Boy sees NY girl of his dreams on the subway. Girl disappears in the crowd. Boy creates a website and describes the girl. Boy finds girl. Boy and girl live happily ever after.


Friday, November 9, 2007

Beauty if you ask me

Finally, a book about fruit flies like me

Linda Leopold (married to Fredrik Strage) recently released a book about Faghags. According to the Swedish newspaper DN, Linda's definition of a faghag is as follows:
Först och främst älskar hon bögar på något sätt. Den kärleken kan ta sig uttryck på olika sätt, men vanligast är att man är kompis och har en nära relation med en bög eller flera. Sen finns det också faghags som inte känner några bögar men älskar bögkultur över allt annat. De kanske sitter hemma och skriver homoerotiska noveller och kollar på bögporr.
Free translation a 'la Paulina:
"First and foremost she [the faghag] loves gay men in some way. That love can be expressed in different ways, but the most common way is to be friends with or be close to at least on gay man. Then, there are faghags who don't know any gay men but value the gay culture above everything else. These faghags may write homoerotic novels at home and watch gay porn."
I am not going to reveal which group of faghags I belong to.

Thursday, November 8, 2007


Sometimes, the most amazing things happen.

På svenska, tack!

Jag vet inte om jag kan få er att förstå hur mycket jag saknar mitt eget språk. Jag saknar att kunna variera mig, uttrycka precis det jag tänker och känner, vara snabb i käften och att kunna låta övertygande och kunnig. På engelska känns allt så hopplöst. Det går så fasligt långsamt att folk har hunnit tröttna på mig redan innan jag kommit till punkt. Till kritan.

Åh, vad jag hatar att prata bäbisspråk.

Jag avskyr att känna mig så här otillräcklig.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Flying: the confessions of a free woman - SATC IRL

Feel like seeing a slightly pretentious but ground-breaking and important documentary about the modern woman? See this one. You can read more about the documentary here.

Peter Saville

Image: Sister Honey from Dazed & Confused: Inside Out 2000 (Saville Associates)

Something made me think of graphic design the other day. Peter Saville (Saville Associates) is one of my current favorite graphic designers. Among other things, Peter designed album covers for Joy Division and New Order.

The image above is porn disguised as art. Eye candy, so to speak.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

NYC musts: Flushing meadows

Image: Wikipedia

Anyone who visits NYC simply has to visit the Flushing meadows/Corona Park in Queens. The park is full of incredibly ugly, seemingly abandoned concrete buildings from the 1939/40 and 1964/65 World's fairs. It is a stunning place that many tourists (and New Yorkers) seem to be unaware of.

My personal favorite is the Queens Museum of Arts, situated right in the middle of the park, just next to the big world globe fountain. My friend Anders recently blogged about the museum's NYC panorama.


Foto: Balettakademien

Hörrni, var det ändå inte bättre förr?

Tisdagstema: En/ett

Today's Tuesday theme: En/ett (one). Especially for you, an umbrella.

Monday, November 5, 2007

21 elephants in NYC

Did you know that in 1884, P. T. Barnum helped to squelch doubts about the stability of the Brooklyn Bridge by leading a herd of 21 elephants over it?

Let's get some shoes

Just got back from NYC where I came across Miz Mozz shoes. Nothing too unique, but still adorable somehow.

Conversations at a high-tech dinner table

Dinner is ready. Tom sits down at the dinner table. Paulina gets her computer and sits down right next to him.

T: No, please. Not.
P: Not what?
T: No computers during dinner. Please.
P: Just five minutes? I have to check my emails. I'll die if I don't.
T: Well, OK. Five minutes then.
P: Thanks. You can even count the minutes. I don't need more than 5.
T: Alright.

While Paulina is trying to check her emails on a slow connection, Tom opens up his laptop and starts watching YouTube videos. Paulina looks at him with anger. Tom doesn't notice. After 5 minutes of desperately trying to access her email account Paulina slams her laptop shut and runs into her room, crying. Tom runs after.

T: Honey, what's the problem?
P: Pfff... *sob* *sob*
T: Come on, why are you angry? What did I do wrong? Tell me.
P: Can't you see what you did wrong? Are you blind?! *sob*
T: I have no idea! What is it? Tell me.
P: Pfff...Don't you understand? YOU STOLE MY BANDWIDTH!


If there is something - anything - that this example can teach us all. Please let me know.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Live free or die

Photo: armedamerica.org.

Let me tell you about this country that I live in. You've probably already heard people talk about it; USA is the country of fear. And it is. We are all afraid of being attacked, abused, hurt, injured, molested, raped, stabbed, shot, killed, hit, bitten, and battered. But most of all, we fear the thought of not having the possibility to chose. We hate the idea of having to obey somebody else's orders. We defy the concept that other people may have more knowledge about certain things than we do. We are all more or less like three-year-old toddlers, screaming "I can do it myself!". And although it is rather obvious to everyone, including ourselves, that we can't manage on our own, it is the notion that we are all free to do what we want that counts in the end.

"Live free or die" is what they say in New Hampshire. I think I know what they mean.