Konsumentverket rocks

Konsumentverket in Sweden lets you blow the whistle on spammers.

Du som har en e-postadress har säkert fått e-postreklam som du inte har beställt. Sådan reklam, som du fått från och med den 1 april, kan du anmäla till Konsumentverket/KO genom att använda vårt formulär.

In English: “You who have an email address have surely received email ads you did not ask for. Such ads, received after April 1, can be reported here, using this form.”

Bruce Lee and Yip Man

Is this Yip Man, training Bruce Lee? (Is that the correct spelling?) Or are they just some dudes trying to unglue their forearms.

Edit: Yes, that is the right spelling. Read about Yip Man’s life.

Note to casual readers: this is what the thing that Tomas in Malmö calls WT, Wing Tsun, looks like. Corny? Maybe. Effective? I guess so.

The guys at the above link on Yip Man look so *tough*. Master Pan Nam of Foshan, depicted here, has the killer eyes of someone who can soundly whip anyone’s ass.

Master Pan Nam of Foshan - Master of Wing chun

Edit again: I found a lineage, in which I can find Tomas’ teacher. Search for Denmark in there, and you’ll see Allan, the Danish master. Cool.

Coffee and booze: a party

Uhm. My Friday was also one of coffee and alcohol.

The coffee bit was with a friend I met at work, if you call proctoring a final exam work. We talked about German literature and got excited, and when the mugs (ok, espresso cups) were empty, we both decided to go to my friend the Norwegian’s party. The lit buff knew no one there, so I felt I was protecting him from the unwashed masses. My darling was at home, feeling un-party-like.

We were the oldest in the place, at least it felt like that. (We were seriously *not* the oldest dudes in the house, we just looked like geeks.) “Hitting on a girl here could turn into a legal case”, murmured the German literature buff, feeling old. He swiftly recounted stories of the parties at the university level he studies at – ugly affairs of stiff, silent drinking and no dancing.

The party had wild dancing, men crying in the hall, men licking tongue, tables falling over with youthful abandon, silent couch-drinkers, and *much* hip clothing. I tried hard to engage in conversation with strangers, which was strangely tough. Folks my age were unknowledgable in key fields, or just on the prowl, thus ignoring my attempts at casual conversation. There was a singular dork at the party. Pony-tail, tall guy, lacking in *all* social graces. Homophobic comments at a *very* mixed party are just to be ignored, very, very effectively. He didn’t catch on that the consensus was anything else than his own take on sexuality, but he refrained from “value-speeches”.

Two boys (under eighteen) were making out like chimpanzees (literally climbing all over) in the next room. One of them was the Euro-trash-clad youngster who had sprayed everyone at the bar with gold-dust, making us down drinks with artificial gold in it.

Defibrillators now in the Copenhagen metro

There are now defibrillators, for public use, in the metros in Copenhagen. The public is important in saving lives, or something to that effect.

Will the machines be used for pranks? Will they work? Will the public understand the machines? Will they “play heroes”?

Make up your own mind about this, because when your own heart fails in the CPH metro, some stranger who stands next to you might come to your rescue with defibrillators crackling.

Dogs in the Vineyard: Soon

OK, I am psyched to play the thing now. I have a crew collected, I think. They are hardcore work people all of them, but **the organized type**.

Dogs in the Vineyard is a roleplaying game set in “pre-statehood Utah”, and is centered on the Faith.

A Western with only preachers, and the Faithful.

On Lumpley Games’ homepage you can see Resources for the game, which are very nicely done. Tasteful, yet not overdone.

The game has a mechanism, which feels new/old to me. I sat poring over a printout of the rules this weekend, and it was tough going, learning the intricacies of this very simple system. It was like reading about a simple game like poker or checkers, and finding it all complicated. To grok this thing in the bone-marrow, you need to play it, with friends, and with a story. That way things come more natural.