And now, I present to you the ultimate evidence that I am not in any ways at all a David Gahan (of Depeche Mode) lookalike.

See? There are absolutely no similarities at all.

I’ve seen this face before
It somehow looks familiar

Tattered and weatherworn

A sad, pathetic creature

And once you stood so strong
Your eyes alight with promise

You vowed to carry on

A heart once beat in your chest

Cut forward to another day
Another time, another place

You’re not who you used to be

And I wonder why

William Gibson (yes, that William Gibson) writes good shit on his blog. Read it.

The real cyborg, cybernetic organism in the broader sense, had been busy arriving as I watched DR. SATAN on that wooden television in 1952. I was becoming a part of something, in the act of watching that screen. We all were. We are today. The human species was already in process of growing itself an extended communal nervous system, then, and was doing things with it that had previously been impossible: viewing things at a distance, viewing things that had happened in the past, watching dead men talk and hearing their words. What had been absolute limits of the experiential world had in a very real and literal way been profoundly and amazingly altered, extended, changed. And would continue to be. And the real marvel of this was how utterly we took it all for granted.

Science fiction’s cyborg was a literal chimera of meat and machine. The world’s cyborg was an extended human nervous system: film, radio, broadcast television, and a shift in perception so profound that I believe we’re yet to understand it. Watching television, we each became aspects of an electronic brain. We became augmented. In the Eighties, when Virtual Reality was the buzzword, we were presented with images of… television! If the content is sufficiently engrossing, however, you don’t need wraparound deep-immersion goggles to shut out the world. You grow your own. You are there. Watching the content you most want to see, you see nothing else.

Well, lookie here. I’m number one if you google for my name. And my name, I might add, could hardly be called a unique Swedish name.

I’m seriously dumbfounded at this. Exactly what gave my site such a high pagerank? I’m very highly ranked on various RSS related searches as well, thanks to the Audrey page. Yup, I’m puzzled.

Well, this clearly means that I am the Alpha Male of all Johan Svenssons. My lawyers and bone breakers will get in touch with all others bearing my name, that they might grovel before me and pay me royalties for continued usage of my name.

…I really need to go check my eyesight. I very likely need glasses. Not that this bothers me, really, other than that it’s darn expensive.

All this talk about digital cameras really makes me want to have a look at photoblogging. Or why not hold your nose and dive straight into moblogging? A phone with digital camera would be cool to have. Though it would cost an arm and a leg.

Mena Trott wrote about it earlier, and the Sidekick sounds pretty cool. Low resolution on the camera, though; and I don’t know much about it. I’d rather get a better, dedicated camera and then upload the pics when I’m at a compatible computer. The GPRS systems here in Sweden aren’t fully evolved yet and are still very expensive for personal use.

As soon as I have an iPod, the next toy will be a digital camera. Magnus bought an el-cheapo miniature digital camera that “was too cute to resist,” in his own words. (Swedish review)

When I saw it, I had to agree: it was damn cute. Sure, the picture quality sucked, but it was smaller than a credit card. A good camera for parties where you don’t care about image quality (and are too drunk to take good pictures anyway) and don’t want to bring your expensive camera along. I also thought it would be perfect for a photoblog: take a bunch of pictures during the day, go home and upload. I’ll see how much Magnus complains about the camera, and maybe get one myself.

I really like the (semi-)daily photograph on Splorp. That’s what I’m aiming for.

Yes, this will probably be fun for me. Not much new yet — this is an introduction class, and I’ve been using Photoshop since 1995 or so. The teacher, Harry, has gone through some basic Photoshop usage and some photography. Other than some shortcuts I didn’t know about, there was nothing new from the Photoshop department. I’m sure more will follow, though.

What he has to say about digital cameras is all new to me, and indeed very much interesting. I could get very interested in photography, and I’m indeed interested in buying a digital camera sooner or later. I did some basic photography when I studied media, but that was just the pure basics.

I’ve decided to post all school stuff in the “Work” category, since that’s sort of how I look at it. It’s my job to improve my grades.

Amazing. I’ve been awake for 30 minutes and I still don’t feel dead.

Well, off to school I go. Let’s see what it feels like to study again after nearly two years of doing barely anything at all.

Little fifteen
You help her forget

The world outside

You’re not part of it yet

And if you could drive

You could drive her away

To a happier place

To a happier day

That exists in your mind

And in your smile

She could escape there

Just for a while

Little fifteen

I saw a bunch of referrals from a site called globoads.com, who aren’t worthy of a proper link. Any site with “ads” in the domain instantly triggers my spider sense, that always tingles when there’s a spammer lurking near. That, and Privoxy blocks any hostname containing “ads.”

Went there to have a look. Yup, it’s an el-cheapo site for personals and shady job offers. Fucking spammer. I’m guessing the blogosphere will rip them a new one and drag what little reputation they may have in the dust.