Boat Demastification Illustrations

Lump of Gravel with Cottage: All Mysteries Explained

This one is for B and J in answer to their question:

Q: Why is there a rounded pile of gravel topped with a little red cottage right by the highway to Västerås?



A: Swedish Cabin on Moon Project by Local Artist.

Q: What the heck?

A: The local artist who designed a Swedish cottage tree house hotel and a Swedish cottage underwater hotel (both right here in downtown Västerås) has decided it is time to put a Swedish cabin on the moon.

Goals for the project:

To express artistic creativity.
To strengthen the international impression of Sweden as being high-tech.
To symbolically represent Sweden for all the world (cabin on the moon is for Sweden what opera house is for Sydney or the Eiffel tower is for France).
To, in the new moon race, be the 3rd nation to do a lunar landing.
To prove that it can be done.
To symbolize humankind.
To be a sort of all-seeing eye looking over us.
To show the desire of some humans to live on other planets.

Hoped for results:

When people see this little cabin on the moon, they will realize how fragile our place is on the earth. It can be symbol and reminder of how our landscape will look like in the future considering dire ecological projections, as well as a reminder of how beautiful our landscape is.
To have a house ready for the Americans when they arrive as proposed in 2020.

Estimated cost in US dollars (at current exchange rate): 76,653,031,216.06 USD

(privately funded with most coming from advertisers and rich people that want their grandchildren to be able to visit)





Personal commentary:

I have been thinking of this in terms of Kant’s categorical imperative morality. (A moral act is one which would be the right thing to do for any person in similar circumstances.) If all others were in similar circumstances I can imagine the moon cluttered with all kinds of symbolic representations: a Stonehenge for England, a pyramid for Egypt, a Parthenon for Greece, a wall for China, a castle for Germany, a pagoda for Japan, a lotus blossom for Buddhists, a menorah for Jews...etc. While we’re at it, why don’t we put a bulldozer up there for my dad and a giant goose up there for my mom? Does Mr. Genberg really think he is the only one that is going to be able to put stuff up there? Indeed, the feat of erecting such items on the moon would be grand symbol for the genius and glory of humanity...that is until the New Zealanders become disgruntled with Australia and bomb their lunar opera house who in turn build a gallows on which to mount the New Zealander’s lunar Kiwi. The Christians become disgruntled because others are always criticizing their giant lunar Jesus, and the atheists band together with the Russians because they don’t have proportional representation. As a grand symbol for humanity, the moon too could have it’s own World War and end up even more desolate that it already is. I can’t think of any better use for 76 billion dollars, can you?

Secret Letters that May Haunt Those Affiliated with My Formative Years

I used to write a lot. Not because I thought I wrote interesting things, but because I was the only person who seemed to be listening to me, and writing was the only way I could talk and listen to myself at the same time. I wrote journals, poems, stories, and, as it turns out, 1995 was an especially good year for writing letters to people and never delivering them. I still have those letters, and I’m still not divulging their contents. Maybe they can be read at my funeral... Gosh that would be funny.

I haven’t written in a long time. Moving back to America, getting married in North Carolina, getting married in Colorado, living in a grotty apartment, trying to get good grades at Duke, survive the heat, regulate my mental illnesses, and take care of a disgruntled cheese-cutting Swedish husband with no life all within the course of 2 years completely blew up my brain.

We decided to start over in Sweden. So now I can sit in the library, look out at the cathedral, and listen to music which will hopefully re-ignite my creativity. In a random grab, I ended up with “New Orleans Funk” The original sound of Funk 1960-75. Pretty dang inspiring stuff.

I am putting my writing here because my friends and family want to know what is going on with me in this exotic land, and I am hoping that disseminating general information here will both make them happy and free up more time for sharing the juicy unpublished details with those of you who are funky enough to be in my inner circle. Everybody wins. I get to keep listening to myself, people that are really not interested in what I have to say don’t have to read it, and my homies will have the scoop.

“You’ve got your thang and I’ve got mine, let’s put our thangs together. It’s got to be fine. Make it funky, sister. “
~ Chuck Carbo in “Can I Be your Squeeze”

New Orleans funk - I recommend it... especially if you're doing the funky chacken

Panorama of Love

We live in a little apartment. But we do have some stuff. So therefore we have lots of shelves. And not very much room. One can still dance, but just not vigorously. One can have guests over, but they sleep on the floor in such a way that one cannot use the restroom without stepping on them. But we are so fun that they think it is worth it anyway. That may be do in part to the rather large hares that bounce around and chew the grass outside our balcony. We like it here. If you click on the picture below, you can see a panorama of the entire interior.