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Something about that Mary

Posted by Patrik Edvardsson | Posted in , , , | Posted on 11:23 AM

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Several times each day I get this message, from 'Mary', to one of the in-boxes I go through at work.

Hello my dear. Hey, want to marry a Russian beauty? I want you, my good man. Come to my profile - you'll get a surprise! You want what would you be good? Come to me.


Sometimes I wonder who came up with this, and how many people actually click on the link which is also provided in the email. How many people who secretly dream that Mary will be something so much more than another spam email in an inbox. Personally I mostly wonder about the second last sentence, what happened there, did someone put in a word to much or is it suppose to be a bit confusing and mysterious, just like Mary herself?

The times and the days we fill

Posted by Patrik Edvardsson | Posted in , , , , , , | Posted on 4:53 PM

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10:30 someone drops a cup outside my office. ‘Ah, that’s my favourite one’ she complains while picking up the broken pieces. No one comments.

10:40 Inspired by the broken cup I venture to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Choose a for me foreign flavor advertised as ‘light and fresh’.

10:43 ‘Light and fresh my ass' I think as I throw the tea in the sink.

10:50 A boat pass by my window. I wonder if the person driving is smiling.

11:05 I write this sentence: ‘There is not one course in marketing that does not include questions with regards to satisfying customer needs and how to deliver, or exeed, the expectations that they have (in a profitable manner).’

11:30 I get a mail with a green neon palm tree

11:32 I write about the person dropping her cup since I wanted to write about it since it happened

13:47 Beach House –Norway in my ear and poster editing in front of my eyes.

13:52 Realize that Beach House is playing in Paradiso for 10 Euros on 23rd of February. Decides to go.

15:02 Trying to kill the content management system with my pen. Can’t find its heart.

15:22 Still listening to Beach House, used to think they were too slow and uneventful. I was wrong.

15:23 So wrong.

15:24 Editing hard to understand text. ‘Why is all this in italics’ I ask myself.

15:33 Amazed

16:12 Drinking strange vegetable soup from Maggi (the brand). Makes me think of Malaysia (the brand, not the soup)

16:22 Finished soup, receding throat ache.

16:24 Decides to play floorball tonight. ‘You have to live on the wild side’ I want to tell someone. No one else is in the office, I stay quite.

16:35 Trying to upload picture on website. Content Management System show no interest in complying.

16:49 Patrik 1 – 0 Content Management System