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



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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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Saturday, September 10, 2005
I was featured in a boob magazine

I was interviewed a while ago about my menstrual paintings, for an article that was supposed to "dispel the myth that men should stay clear of women when they are 'on' just in case they attack them with a large meat cleaver and all the other rubbish people still consider 'fact' when it comes to periods". It was for a publication called Bizarre Magazine, which claims to be "dedicated to writing about the more extreme side of life and [likes] to present [its] readers with an unbiased and unflinching look at strange and unusual people/events/topics from all over the world", according to the journalist who interviewed me. As the magazine shows, she forgot to mention that their main interest is actually naked women. Anyway, I knew that already before I said yes, and I don't see it as any problem at all. ("There's no publicity that's bad publicity", and all that ...)

It's just that the two small pictures of my paintings kind of get lost in the layout, which is dominated by pictures of a woman who is a web... uh, model, and has specialised in menstruation porn.

Heh.

Posted at 5:55 am by turukhtan
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Friday, September 09, 2005
I experienced some Quizilla abstinence

Assassin
You are an assassin.
That means you are a proffessional and do your
job without mixing any emotions in it. In your
life you have probably been hurt many times and
have gotten some mental scars. This results in
you being distant from people. Though many
think that you are evil, you are not. What you
really are is a person, trying to forget your
pain and past. You are the person who never
seems to care and that is why being an assassin
fits you good. Atleast, that's what people
think. Even if you don't care that much for
your victims, you still have the ability to
care and to generally feel. It is not lost,
just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to
not get to noticed, and dress in black or other
discrete colours. You don't being in the
spotlight and wish people would just leave you
alone. But once you do get close to someone you
have a hard time letting go and get real down
if you loose him/her.

Main weapon: Sniper
Quote: "The walls we build around
us to keep out the sadness also keep out the
joy" -Jim Rohn
Facial expression: Narrowed eyes


What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
brought to you by Quizilla

haunted by the past
You cry because of the story of your past which
still haunts you. You can't forgive the people
who hurt you back then and this has caused you
to be angry and frustrated. You cry tears of
torture. You want revenge more than anything
because of the unjust pain other people caused
you. The resentment slowly grows, causing you
as much pain as it did back then.


What has made you cry? [pics]
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(It's not like I have any reason to cry right now (okay, maybe exhaustion?), but I just wanted to post that result, because it reminds me of Eva, except that the gun isn't a PM.)

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Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Aah ... my back ... aah ... my knees ... aah ... my feet ... aah ... my fingers ...

I've started to distribute newspapers in another district, in the centre of Lund. It's not paid as well as my last district (because the number of papers is smaller), and that's a FUCKING JOKE!! This district is so much harder both physically and mentally, that I should get at least 34.563,50 SEK OB-tillägg per day ...!!!

Mentally it's hard, because you have to interact with all the drunk people on weekends who want a newspaper and can't understand that (a) there is only one extra paper for the biggest daily newspapers, and (b) all the papers I have are already paid for by the people I'm distributing them to. (According to my company's policy, that we should avoid any conflict in any possible way, I should just give these people a paper. It's not my problem, anyway, but they are annoying, especially if they start discussing the meaning of life or other heavy topics, when you just want to finish your job as quickly as possible.)
Whereas in my last district I hardly ever saw anyone. That was a bit hard, too, because when I actually did meet someone, it scared the shit out of me for no reason at all.

Physically it's hard, because the utmost majority of the houses are ancient 3-6 storey houses, of which only a minority has elevators. Of course, in about 9 cases out of 10 when only one person in a house has a newspaper, he/she lives on the top floor.
Whereas my old district consisted of new houses, where every building higher than two floors had an elevator.

I recently read in the papers that the post is going to force everyone to have post boxes on the entrance floor, so that, for instance, the postmen will live longer and healthier lives. This should have happened by Jan. 1st 2010.
I was madly rejoicing about this bright future, until I read on. It turns out that this only affects POST. *NOT* MORNING PAPERS.
How? Why? Aieee!!! ...

I guess papers are too big to stuff into normal post boxes!?!? So why do people sometimes have a big, regular post box on the entrance floor, where papers DO fit?! (One particularly irritating person in my current district has such a box, but it has a note that morning papers must be delivered to her door on the 4th floor ... Bastard.) And why do newspapers fit into the post boxes people use *outside* their houses?!! (And yes, there are plenty of nice models that you can lock.)

¤ ¤ ¤

Memory flashback:

In the early 1990's, when I lived in Hannover, Germany, I once helped my friend Nicole distribute advertisements (she was doing child labour) before we went swimming or something. And I did not ONCE climb any stairs. There were post boxes on the entrance floors.

¤ ¤ ¤

Hur som helst, klart att dumma jävlar ska börja klaga genast. Ta Holger från Sundbyberg, till exempel:

Säger NEJ till postbox
Resultatet av Vår bostads Sifo-undersökning i nr 11/99 förvånade så väl mig som många andra. Jag kan se tre tunga problem med postbox i trapphus som borde ha resulterat i ett klart NEJ.

1. Lägenhetstjuvarna. Deras arbete blir mycket enklare. Redan i trapphuset ser de vilka som är bortresta, dvs postboxen är inte tömd.

Kära Holger! Vet du om att det finns något som heter "eftersändning" eller "lagring av post"? Fast du kanske tycker att det är jättejobbigt när det kostar lite pengar.

2. Full postbox. När man är bortrest en tid blir postboxen överfull. Vad händer med tidningar och reklam som inte får plats i den? Grannarna är ju inte alltid tillgängliga.

Se ovan.

3. När under dagen kommer brevbäraren med försändelserna? Vi som får post både från City Mail och från Posten vet inte när vi ska tömma lådan. Det kan därför bli flera besök till boxen i onödan.

Javisst, det är ju så JÄVLA jobbigt att gå nerför och uppför trapporna en eller två gånger extra. Tänk så jobbigt det är för brevbärarna som går nerför och uppför trapporna i flera dussin hus varje dag! Om du prompt måste ha all post precis efter att den kommit är det ju ditt problem. Andra kan klara sig med att kolla posten en gång om dagen, även om det kanske skulle innebära att t.ex. posten från CityMail blir liggande i boxen över natten.

Nej men oj, vilka tunga problem det var.

Posted at 7:15 am by turukhtan
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Sweet revenge

Since Mihai said bad things about Tetsuo The Iron Man although he had only seen some parts of the film, I'll get my revenge by posting this photograph here.

Posted at 5:24 pm by turukhtan
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Sky and earth



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Miscellaneous perspectives on Orust








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Mushrooms







Of course, none of the mushrooms above are too edible. I didn't get any pictures of the really tasty ones, at least not in their native habitat, because mum had picked them all long before I could get my camera in gear.



Here, mum is proudly holding a gigantic orange birch bolete ('punikkitatti' in Finnish), while Mitsu is *very* disinterested (she had PMS).

Posted at 3:48 pm by turukhtan
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Fauna


This bumblebee was too fast for my exposure time ...




I had to take this picture as quickly as possible before the deer walked away, thence the bad quality.

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Flora


Sergei has only eaten one of mum's sunflowers so far.


Lilac fruits.


Raspberry bushes grow in through the fence, and Sergei likes to eat both the berries and the plant itself.


These are the apples that an elk usually eats just before mum was going to pick them. The elk simply steps over the fence (which is 1.20 m high, I think, not counting the rosehip bushes surrounding it) and starts chewing away.

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A window


It belongs to a house that the area's big landowner rents out now and then. Last winter, we found a killed fox behind it. It's gone now.

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