Tinet is a cartoonist, illustrator, letterer, graphic designer, editor, translator and pig-keeper.



Other parts of Tinet's internet presence are, for instance:

The main website



Another blog



The Blog of Swine



Chirayliq



and some photos on Flickr



   

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Favourite entries

Photography:
¤ Mum and Ainur were visiting
¤ Sunny Saturday
¤ Cheap thrills
¤ Labour Day
¤ Definitely no Sergei Elmgren III
¤ Mum was here
¤ Nordens ark
¤ Cool weather today
¤ Piggies in my bed
¤ Black & white
¤ Two collages
¤ Bankhar mä!
¤ Lilac skies
¤ Kickass industrial sites
¤ Mayday
¤ Views from Pankow and a backyard
¤ Kugelblitz & cuddly 'street art'
¤ Shameless exploitation of workers and communists
¤ Berlin, Berlin
¤ Cuteness
¤ More Berlin
¤ Ouch, my feet ...
¤ Frosty collage
¤ Another fine old house hits the dust
¤ Horror and pigeons
¤ The smooth sides of houses
¤ Streets of Lund 2006
¤ Hungry for Hills
¤ Skärhamn
¤ Foggy sun
¤ Furry puppies
¤ Snow and a sleeping little baby
¤ Around the railway tracks in Lund
¤ The moon
¤ Lund in October
¤ The steaming sea
¤ Misc. scenes from Orust
¤ Territorial disputes
¤ Road Trippin'
¤ Sergei's tail
¤ Yellow
¤ The sleepy kingdom of Princess Mitsu
¤ A house, graffiti and a rook
¤ Green
¤ Feather canyons everywhere
¤ Sky and earth
¤ Misc. perspectives on Orust
¤ Mushrooms
¤ Fauna
¤ Flora
¤ A window
¤ Green landscapes
¤ My babies
¤ Dead house
¤ Dead elk
¤ Views on our home
¤ Pictures from a spontaneous cycling tour
¤ A parking lot in Malmö
¤ Twilight sky
¤ A once nice house
¤ Serpieri, the flying pig
¤ Yukata madness
¤ Rundown allotment garden
¤ Bristly!
¤ Furry!
¤ Home
¤ Dead animals
¤ Ängavallens gård
¤ Gothenburg
¤ One of the 2-3 pictures that actually came out perfect
¤ Where animals travel to their death
¤ Winter in Kävlinge
¤ Orient and Occident - blurry concepts!
¤ My baby is such a tease
¤ Eggs are interesting
¤ Here's the wuffie!
¤ The Carpathians
¤ Anti-kitsch
¤ Sunset over Kävlinge
¤ My cuddlymunchkins
¤ Streets of Lund
¤ Food

Dreams:
¤ Elephant digging up old bones + a burglary
¤ MSU in my subconscious
¤ Bad puppy
¤ The mansion
¤ A dream of menstruation in Sin City
¤ My dreams are so nice sometimes (aka Russian Policewoman)
¤ Desperately trying to reach MGU
¤ Blood, devastation, death, war and horror dream #6
¤ Family life
¤ Dreams, bloody dreams
¤ I need a sword
¤ Tony Blair & Lenin haunt me

Stuff:
¤ My thoughts on the presidential elections in France
¤ Just google it! - Nana version
¤ Meat has it all
¤ The amazing world of Swedish copyright laws
¤ Anna Politkovskaya
¤ It's about time we all get out and vote for love!
¤ Bilal's Nikopol vs. Moore's Promethea: Being possessed by gods and forced to have sex in comics
¤ Tinet's kitchen of pain
¤ The hymen is an evil MYTH!!!

¤ Gouache
¤ Pigasso paintings
¤ The Light comes from the Right
¤ Some kind of Valentine
¤ 2006 - a card and a snow Mitsu
¤ Serilda
¤ Standing on eggshells
¤ Mmm ... surströmming
¤ Rudolfo from the rapeseed fields
¤ The freedom to not choose
¤ Red China Comics
¤ Till alla svenskjävlar som inte klarar av att sätta komma i ert eget språk
¤ The Kostroma Elk farm
¤ The boob diaries part 4 - conclusion
¤ The boob diaries part 3
¤ The boob diaries part 2
¤ Breast cancer can be fun
¤ Why can't I wear a skirt and still be one of the guys?
¤ Garlic update #2
¤ Garlic update
¤ EU garlic is no good against vampires.
¤ I want to learn Maltese!
¤ Dirty men in the public library
¤ The marvels of life #4637
¤ My new life as a one-armed bandit
¤ Severiina exposed
¤ Severiina - a tale of an obsession
¤ On drawing techniques
¤ TschöRmen
¤ I might be going insane.
¤ 15 reasons




Some favourite blogs:

artifex
Baci dalla provincia
Кладовка
Saunahoney
Yellow Peril







Nyt on yö.
Minä kuljen yksin
tyhjiä katuja.
En tiedä, mihin olen menossa,
hyvä kun tiedän mistä
olen tulossa,
ja ruumiissani
soi tuhat kaunista ja
voimakasta sävelmää,
minun koko menneisyyteni,
ja silmissäni loistavat
tuhannen ihmisen silmät,
silmien takana tuntemattomuus,
tätä naista ei tunne kukaan,
se ei ole vielä täysin syntynytkään,
ei kukaan tiedä
mitä se on tulevaisuudessa.


- Mirka Lattunen



Necuvintele

El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete.
Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi.
El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ.
Eu am întins spre el braţul ca o ramură.
El schi-a înclinat spre mine trunchiul
ca un umăr.
Eu mi-am înclinat spre el umărul
ca un trunchi noduros.
Auzeam cum se încetineşte sângele meu suind ca seva.
Eu am trecut prin el.
El a trecut prin mine.
Eu am rămas un pom singur.
El
un om singur

- Nichita Stănescu



Kunst ist nicht ein Spiegel, den man der Wirklichkeit vorhält, sondern ein Hammer, mit dem man sie gestaltet.

- Karl Marx



The Hermit’s Song

A hiding tuft, a green-barked yew tree
Is my roof,
While nearby a great oak tree keeps me
Tempest-proof.

I can pick my fruit from an apple
Like an Inn,
Or can fill my fist where hazels
Shut me in.

A clear well beside me offers
Best of drink,
And there glows a bed of cresses
Near its brink.

Pigs and Goats, the friendliest neighbours,
Nestle near,
Wild swine come, or broods of badgers,
Grazing deer.

All the gentry of the county
Come to call!
And the foxes come behind them,
Best of all.

To what meals the woods invite me
All about!
There are water, herbs and cresses,
Salmon, trout.

A clutch of eggs, sweet mast and honey
Are my meat,
Heathberries and Whortleberries
For a sweet.

All that one could ask for comfort
Round me grows,
There are hips and haws and strawberries,
Nuts and sloes.

And when summer spreads its mantle
What a sight!
Marjoram and leeks and pignuts,
Juicy, bright.

Dainty redbreasts briskly forage
Every bush
Round and round my hut there flutter
Shallow, thrush.

Bees and beetles, music-makers,
Croon and strum;
Geese pass over, duck in autumn,
Dark streams hum.

Angry wren, officious linnet
And black-cap,
All industrious, and the woodpecker’s
Sturdy tap.

From the sea the gulls and herons
Flutter in,
While in upland heather rises
The grey hen.

In the year’s most brilliant weather
Heifers low
Through green fields, not driven nor beaten,
Tranquil, slow.

In wreathed boughs the wind is whispering,
Skies are blue,
Swans call, river water falling
Is calling too.

- Unknown old Irish poet








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Wednesday, October 08, 2003
15 reasons

Listening to Ryan Adams' song "Somehow Someday" makes me think of my ex-boyfriend sometimes. It's actually rather scary, since the song includes lines such as: "I wish that you and I had those kids, maybe bought us that home".
In such moments, it's good to dig up old web pages I've made (at the time not really with the intention of publishing them), and find strength again ...



Fifteen reasons why it does me good to be single




1. No zits.

1. I don't get zits on my cheeks, chest and shoulders from sleeping on his greasy chest.


2. No washing off hair.

2. I don't have to spend several hours in the shower every morning trying to wash off all his hair.

3. I don't scrape up my chin on his bristles all the time.

4. I can see the opposite sex from a more objective point of view.

5. I don't think about sex 100% of the time (just 90% ...), and this enables me to concentrate on much more constructive and productive things.

6. I don't get urges to grab certain genitals in public quite as frequently.


7. No making out in public (except perhaps
with camels). (Pic by Robyn Hills)


7. I don't find myself trying to explain to myself why it's okay now to make out in crowded places, even though just a few days ago, I considered it to be one of the most annoying things that existed if some couple kept exchanging saliva in public.


8. No car accidents.
(Pic by John Lederman)


8. I don't risk causing traffic accidents quite as often, since I don't get those urges to grab genitals that frequently while sitting in a car, either.

9. I am relieved of all those senile and overprotective "former medical doctor" grandpas, who think I'm a Swedish prostitute who has no other goal in life but to give their grandsons all my horrid venereal diseases.

10. I don't hear the words "I", "don't", "understand" and "you" as frequently.

11. Only people I don't care about will make fun of my convictions.

12. I am free to concentrate on my own wishes and expectations of life, and don't have to make constant compromises to make them fit with his. (Compromises, such as "Okay, I'll bear the children, and you can take care of them all the time after that, since you like it so much, while I go straight back to drawing my comics again ...")

13. I don't spend enormous sums of money to travel to far-off continents to be able to spend time with him.


14. No STD tests.

14. I don't spend incredible amounts of money on STD tests to prove to his grandpa that I'm not a Swedish prostitute with no other goal in life but to give his grandson all my horrid venereal diseases.


15. No marriage! Phew!!

15. I run a quite significantly lower risk of ending up married.



Still, I'm starting to believe again that even I could meet a person some day, with whom I could spend time and it would not become horrible and traumatic eventually, as it has always been so far in my life.
Besides, I don't quite agree with all the points above anymore.
At the very end, I managed to develop a technique of sleeping sufficiently close to my boyfriend to satisfy those urges, but without getting zits.
And being covered with your man's body hair when you wake up is actually a rather nice condition, now that I think about it ...
Furthermore, it can be very easy to wind up married, even with no 'romantic feelings' involved. 'Solidarity' with a friend of yours can be one reason.
It should be possible to avoid points 10 and 11, if you just choose your little friend carefully. The same goes for many other points in the list, like the grandpa problem.
The car accident problem could be somewhat easily avoided by choosing a boy who has no driver's licence ...
But what to do with the bristle problem? I like bristles, and I don't think a kiss is as good as it could be if my companion is freshly shaven. Hmm ... I met a nice Arab once, who had very soft hair in all places, including his chin. maybe I should get back to him ...?

(And no, I don't *like* Ryan Adams all that much. Some songs are okay, though, like "Firecracker" and "New York". The only reason why I've been listening to him lately is that I had an acquaintance once, who thought his music was the best thing in the world, and recommended it to me. A short while ago, I happened to come across two of his records in my local library, so I borrowed them ... That's all.)

Posted at 10:52 pm by turukhtan

 

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