Monthly Archives: July 2017

Ashlyamfu – the one dish to have in Kyrgyzstan

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Generally, I am no big fan of Central Asian food. Of course lagman is the bomb, and so is plov and the occasional somza, but most dishes seem to revolve around meat, meat, and more meat. And I am just not a big fan of meat. I mean, I like it every once in a […]


drawing on foreheads

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This whole drawing-on-my-forehead thing was getting pretty tiring. Besides, I really didn’t know who I was supposed to show it to anyway. But I kept drawing every day. And then I would have lunch, which always involved bread and tomatoes and sometimes chicken: Thinking of it, drawing letters on my forehead reminded me of a […]


cheating at the ball game

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So the pirates and I finally figured out a way to play with the melon-ball that I had bought a while ago: we would draw little courts in the sand and then throw it around. Or sometimes we would kick it. Once the ball had left the court, then this somehow counted as a point […]


how to tan

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I’d been here over a month by now. There had been no chance yet to apply for the visa for Turkmenistan, so I was just waiting and biding my time. My new chapter for the TLW choffeetable book was done. Now I was spending most of my day editing pictures. I’d do that until the […]


remember the water

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I had a moment today. A strange moment. It was while I was looking at one of my photos, suddenly there was this thought in my head: this is how I want to be remembered. I don’t know why. Of course it was very silly. But I can’t pretend it wasn’t there. Anyway, I was […]


underwater selfie

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Still writing my chapter. Still writing my letters on my forehead: I took the action cam down to the lake today. The pirates loved it: They even took pictures of me swimming: And at some point we figured that maybe I could start taking my selfie shots underwater: Like any reasonable (and totally not weird-looking) […]


roofbeer

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I was still writing my chapter. Every morning I would get up and think about times long past. Walking days in China. Then I would write my letter on my forehead: Then I would go down to the beach. And then, when it looked as if there might be a nice sunset, I would run […]


need more discipline

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I had an epiphany today. I wrote the “E” on my forehead and took my picture: Then I went down to the beach. And when I was there, laying in the water, resting my head against the sand, I realized that I needed to learn from the pirates: Easier said than done, I can tell […]


forgotten A

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So just in case you were wondering: Yes, I forgot a fucking A. And yes, I am obviously an idiot. Here’s what I’m going to do about this: I’m going to secretly photoshop a nice “A” onto the pirate pics. And you’re going to shut up and not tell anyone about it, okay? Thank you. […]


picture with pirates

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I took two pictures today. The usual one, which has me staring into the camera as if I was upset or maybe just stupid: In my defense: writing on your own forehead turned out to be much harder than I had expected. And then you had to wash it off after. But I also took […]


doggo

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Yes, I have an “L” on my forehead. And don’t we all know what that means. The good weather returned today, which meant that the pirates were on the beach again. And they had brought their friend: I forget her name, but she really liked chewing on my arm: I had some ice-cream that night: […]


angry lake

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No three words from me today. We’re going to reissue the TLW-coffeetable book, so I need to concentrate and write a new chapter. Oh, and the lake got angry today: No reason to not go for a swim, though: Need to stay in shape. Or get in shape. Or whatever.


3words: good news everyone

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@slirr – Kim: Good, News, Everyone. Kim “Good news, everyone!” said Old Ama. She stood in the doorway with her arms spread wide, just like she always did when there was an important announcement to make. And it never failed to have the desired effect: heads turned, conversations stopped, and even the little monkeys in […]


3words: To The Sea

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@Alt_FedEmployee – Alt Fed Employee: To, The, Sea. Federal Employee “Ah, fuck”, came a groan from the other bed: “I fucking hate Family Duel!” “Yeah, me too”, agreed the federal employee: “want me to change the channel?” “Nah, just leave it. How long was I out anyway?” “Couple minutes probably.” “Ah.” They watched in silence. […]


3words: Sleep Caught Up

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@MonaHamid8 – Mona: Sleep, Caught, Up. Mona The call came late at night. “Be ready for your visit”, said a voice, and then there was a clicking sound. She looked around in the darkness. “But at what time?” she asked. Maybe they were still listening. She lay awake all night. When the clock finally showed […]


3words: This Is Shitty

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@cangiamila_gina – Gina: This, Is, Shitty. Gina The first time it happened was when Gina was still in junior high. There was a boy in her class who always threw things at her, and that day he was being particularly annoying. I hope he dies, she thought to herself, and one week later the boy […]


3words: Cymru Am Byth

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@CleoTallulah – Cleo: Cymru, Am, Byth. Cleo “Cymru Am Byth” sang Cleo on her way home from class, and the words sounded like magic to her ears: “Cymru Am Byth.” She was walking in the shade of the palm trees, spinning her parasol over her shoulder, but the words made her dream up images of […]


3words: It’s Wu Muthafucka

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@pyllicus – Name cannot be blank: It’s, Wu, Muthafucka. Name cannot be blank When his wife had finally fallen asleep, Wu gently eased her head down from his lap and onto the pillow. Then he covered her with a blanket. He felt as if something was telling him to go outside, but he couldn’t. Not […]


3words: Any Three Words

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@onewunderthesun – The dude abides: Any, Three, Words? The dude “You!” commanded the leader, pointing at him: “say the words!” Okay, he wasn’t really the leader. They didn’t believe in leading. Leading people against their will, that was something the police state did, that corporations did, that the fucking fascist nazi scumbags did. “Say the […]


3words: Lock Them Up

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@VAcrow1 – VACrow: Lock, Them, Up. Crow They called him Crow. His real name was Arthur Wheelwright, but ever since he had left the village and started hiding in the forest, they had been calling him Crow. Everyone feared him. They said he was completely black, even the white in his eyes, and that he […]