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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Monday, November 24, 2003
The fire in RUDN

There has been a terrible fire in a dormitory of the Moscow university Druzhba Narodov im. Patrice Lumumba. 36 people have died, and over 150 have been hospitalised.

I used to know a guy who studied at that university while I was in Moscow, and who probably still is there. I've been searching Russian news services all evening trying to find a list of casualties. Of course, not all of them have yet been identified, but the news service NEWSRU.com is keeping a list of the nationalities of the victims.
The guy I knew was from Jordan. Unless he was a citizen of Palestine, he is not in the list. Unless ...
There is a hotline where you can call and ask about the condition of students you know, but I kind of hesitate to call, as I only know this guy's first name, and I'm not even sure how it's spelled in Russian.

Israeli news services tend to get up lists of casualties very quickly after suicide bombings. It must be routine by now for them.
I suppose that it's slower in this Russian case also because it's not that easy to identify people who have died from fire, and the victims were mostly foreign students, who might not have so many relatives or friends in Moscow, who could identify them.

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My family has always lived far away from our relatives. My grandma made it a habit to always call and ask if we were okay if something had happened in the country where we were currently living, even if it was hundreds of kilometers away from us.
I'm beginning to be like that, myself. Whenever something happens - a suicide bombing in Israel, a fire in Moscow, etc. - I always hurry to the computer and try to find out if the people I know and love are among the victims.

Posted at 10:31 pm by turukhtan
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Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Aargh, I've wasted 40 crowns.

Once again, I'm trying to avoid my studies by rummaging in my fascinating drawers, and writing about my findings in my blog.

Turns out that I still had a couple of old acceptable passport photos, that I made in Moscow (for prolonging my visa). Still, maybe it was just as well, since I look even dorkier in the Moscow picture. (The paper and print quality is better, though ...)
I actually thought that those pictures had been pick-pocketed along with my calendar in Petersburg (it was too similar to some kind of purse), but apparently not.

I also found a couple of even older pictures, for which the word 'dorky' is too weak!



From left to right:
1. My picture from Moscow. 2. My picture from 10th grade, just before I discovered the magic of make up. 3. My picture from 5th grade: a hopeless nerd and seemingly resigned to my apparent fate. (Why was my hair like that?!)

Posted at 8:30 pm by turukhtan
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Waaah! I'm a loser!!!

Along with the fascinating pictures, I also found a piece of paper that I had apparently used for learning Spanish words.
"Entero, llorar, apenas, cufaderse, cazar, golpear, apoyar, delgado, desundo, engañar, añadir ..."
I understand the meaning of one or two words vaguely, but most of them just leave my mind blank! And I actually used to know these words!!! Dammit! Why didn't I go to the jungles in southern Mexico and fight with EZLN right after secondary school?! I would have learned to speak perfect Spanish with ease! Now, it'd be a damn lot of work just to get back all that I've forgotten along the way. How can I flirt with Sup when I can hardly form basic sentences?
I understand people who speak Spanish somewhat, but it's harder to start speaking it myself. My active vocabulary has dropped to somewhere around 500 words. Not good ...

At least I still know that "estramonio" means spike club. That's something ...

Posted at 8:27 pm by turukhtan
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Here's my latest dorky passport photo:



I was disappointed when I found out that the automat only made four copies of one of the four pictures it took. And here I had been making such funny faces ... When the machine was already preparing for the takings, I noticed only in the last minute my possibly suspicious attire: "Aargh, off with the kheffiyeh!" - "Aargh, off with the 'no to war' badge!"
Typical that my chin had to develop that giant zit now of all times. (Damn menstruation ...)

I made these passport photos for my Russian visa. I ordered the flight tickets this morning, and got them for a particularly cheap price if I paid for them on the same day. So, I hurried to move some saved money to my 'working' account, and went to the post office to pay for my tickets. I also had to fax the receipt to the travel agency, so I asked the post office clerk to do that. At that, she replied that they didn't have any fax. What?? I was completely baffled. A post office without a fax machine! She calmly explained that I would have to go to my most favourite bookstore (read more about it at the bottom of this long page, on June 18th) and ask the guy there to send the fax. But I was still so confused by this strange fact - no fax in a post office - that when she said that it would be so-and so many thousands of crowns, I replied, "But I can't pay that! I don't carry that much money on me! ... Oh, sorry, of course I can pay with my credit card!!!" Followed by nervous laughter from me, and estranged looks from the clerk.

Oh well.

Posted at 6:58 pm by turukhtan
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Sunday, November 16, 2003
Speed up

Oh, and another important thing to do when going to Russia:

I must learn to speak Russian in a normal speed again!

I had to make myself speak slowly, clearly, and completely unnaturally when I came back from Moscow and took a Russian course here in Lund. Now, everyone in Russia will laugh themselves to death at me again if I don't do something about it - fast!

Posted at 7:59 pm by turukhtan
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Web browsers + Packing list

Must ... get ... Internet Exploder 6.

My old Exploder seems already hopelessly outdated, and it freezes on all too many occasions. Certain kinds of damnated advertisements (like the ones at Blogdrive) kill it off instantly, as do certain kinds of pop up windows.

This is particularly annoying now that I'm researching the Separation Wall in the West Bank, since both Ha'aretz and Jerusalem Post have that kind of freezing pop up ads on their websites.
Yes, thank Marx for alternative, non-commercial websites, designed for the working man's web browser ...

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What to bring when going to Russia:
+ Toilet paper (public toilets in Russia don't have paper - you're expected to bring your own)
+ Small change, absolutely no bills above 100 roubles (no one ever has any change, except perhaps in posh stores and internet cafés in the big cities)
+ My Zenit 312m
+ That babushka-charming way of mine

What you don't have to bring, since you can buy it in Russia:
+ Valenki (felt boots) and other warm clothing (scarves, fake fur caps)
+ Piroshki in all forms, sizes and tastes
+ The world's best chocolate, ice cream, beer (Baltika! <:op), bread, books, etc.

Posted at 7:53 pm by turukhtan
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Saturday, November 15, 2003
Na Baikal!

It seems like I'm going to Siberia this winter, to this very place. It's hard to believe! It seems too good to be true, really.
I hope my company, two comrades from Romania, will be fine fellows, and that we will get along well on the long train rides.
I'm a bit nervous about this, too, since I will have the main responsibility as the only person who speaks Russian. But it'll be fun ...

Posted at 9:53 pm by turukhtan
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Tuesday, November 11, 2003
A word about dics IV

I finally found out that the Oxford Concise English-Arabic Dictionary has the Arabic vowels written out, and promptly ordered it from Amazon.co.uk. It's a nice dictionary ... but, of course, very small.

There are only three entries for 'hairy':
ash'aru, kaththu-shsha'r (or: kaththu al-sha'r, if you prefer that transcription), azabbu.

Posted at 8:20 pm by turukhtan
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Argh, I just can't stop myself II

dominant
You have a dominant kiss- you take charge and make
sure your partner can feel it! Done artfully,
it can be very satisfactory if he/she is into
you playing the dominant role MEORW!


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Well, yeah, once I had learned how to do it properly. My apologies to those who had to suffer my attempts at 'dominance' before that ...
MEORW = Must Explore ORal cavity Wantonly

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HASH(0x8690044)
Seer


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Argh, I just can't stop myself.

vamp
You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying.

"And The Vampire was all that remained on
the blood drowned creation. She attempted to
regrow life from the dead. But as she was
about to give the breath of life, she was
consumed in the flame of The Phoenix and the
cycle began again."


Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)
and Isis (Egyptian).
The Vampire is associated with the concept of
death, the number 9, and the element of fire.
Her sign is the eclipsed moon.

As a member of Form 9, you are a very realistic
individual. You may be a little idealistic,
but you are very grounded and down to earth.
You realize that not everything lasts, but you
savor every minute of the good times. While
you may sometimes find yourself lonely, you
have strong ties with people that will never be
broken. Vampires are the best friends to have
because they are sensible.


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Morpheus
Morpheus


?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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Heh ...

Posted at 7:47 pm by turukhtan
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