<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109</id><updated>2011-08-24T13:47:48.867+02:00</updated><category term='exam'/><category term='designschool'/><category term='five circles'/><category term='chart'/><title type='text'>Jeppe's dagbog.</title><subtitle type='html'>Den nemme måde at følge med i mit liv.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-6088874877568404221</id><published>2011-03-29T14:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:35:26.406+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chart'/><title type='text'>trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/TNL2hpbm1RI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RPetyfbmurs/s1600/helper4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/TNL2hpbm1RI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RPetyfbmurs/s320/helper4.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/TNL252rmf1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/YUMEzigZTsQ/s1600/sherifblueprint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/TNL252rmf1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/YUMEzigZTsQ/s320/sherifblueprint.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/TNL2ie359KI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zVrQY757uGg/s1600/helperblue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/TNL2ie359KI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zVrQY757uGg/s320/helperblue.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-3570548969898319727?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/3570548969898319727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/3570548969898319727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-circles-exam.html' title='5 Circles Exam'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/TNL2hpbm1RI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RPetyfbmurs/s72-c/helper4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-6659661951226778874</id><published>2007-05-05T18:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:47:39.787+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Last and least</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;- here are some random things to show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My "have fun" tickets! Ticket to a band called Daft Punk, and my Roskilde Ticket (i'm going as Monty's "tour guide" this year it seems. We will also be sharing a team. Monty also doesn't drink, so now i have an allied in the war!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0LCiHcWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uuLB7cBDHnc/s1600-h/P2240095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061118183009120610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0LCiHcWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uuLB7cBDHnc/s320/P2240095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a picture of me. I have a little more hair now, but i'm going to take it all off soon. I miss my skull (kranie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0LiiHcXI/AAAAAAAAAME/zRCUfilbZ2A/s1600-h/P1230064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061118191599055218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0LiiHcXI/AAAAAAAAAME/zRCUfilbZ2A/s320/P1230064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And me again at Israel's new place. He moved in with 3 girls from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0LiiHcYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pAk4cLJ3HUs/s1600-h/P2150091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061118191599055234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0LiiHcYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pAk4cLJ3HUs/s320/P2150091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Monty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0LyiHcZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ew5GjBnsH4U/s1600-h/P2150093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061118195894022546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0LyiHcZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ew5GjBnsH4U/s320/P2150093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0MCiHcaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6l6Yc44gbWk/s1600-h/P2150089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061118200188989858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0MCiHcaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6l6Yc44gbWk/s320/P2150089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's all for now, see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-6659661951226778874?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/6659661951226778874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/6659661951226778874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-and-least.html' title='Last and least'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjy0LCiHcWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uuLB7cBDHnc/s72-c/P2240095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-5888593009862483124</id><published>2007-05-05T18:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:40:14.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My lastest works.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are my latest works. Of yhe most interesting are me recent flower works. I'm working alot from flowers now, although it took a few attempts to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is one of the first attempts. But it didn't take my more than a day to find out, that flowers are living things. And these ones died in the night, before i gof further than what you see here. Too bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061112728400654514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyvNiiHcLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o7THP-enGk0/s320/P2110082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also here, the end result is somewhat affected by the flowers either dying of living, and therefore moving. But it turned out ok i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061112724105687202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyvNSiHcKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/j-jSa6PNx70/s320/P2110080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And another one, although i think i have the finished version somewhere, will post it another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061113458545094850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjyv4CiHcMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/x_0CSTxm3Sk/s320/P2110083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, here are my more recent attempts. This time, i bought some flowers in Føtex, instead of picking them in nature and from gardens, and these survive much better. Although it's still amazingly hard too keep track of the form of the flower, and the colours. Very hard indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjywoCiHcRI/AAAAAAAAALU/f-9tYBAjaOc/s1600-h/P2280103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061114283178815762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjywoCiHcRI/AAAAAAAAALU/f-9tYBAjaOc/s320/P2280103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm doing another one of the same flowers, but moved the edge of the table. It seems to make the picture alot more 2D, and also focusing more on the actual flowers, and not so much on the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061113475724964098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjyv5CiHcQI/AAAAAAAAALM/t2If4sjBtkQ/s320/P2280102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more flowers. Doing a little better with these i think. But now, looking at it this small, i see that the leaf in the buttom is way too yellow. The yellow and ochre in the top, the one that the actual flowers have, should dominate alot more, so i will have to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061113462840062162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjyv4SiHcNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zjg9WB7OkUU/s320/P2280096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this one is almost a classic after Artëm. At least, he did one of himself in the same pose, facing the other way. I spend alot of time doing this self protrait, but the angle was bad, so it hurt my eyes from looking down so much, and now i don't know what i want with it anymore. It's gonna go away for a while, and then i'll look at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjywoSiHcSI/AAAAAAAAALc/197Ns62z17E/s1600-h/P2280104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061114287473783074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjywoSiHcSI/AAAAAAAAALc/197Ns62z17E/s320/P2280104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this one explains itself i think. Don't seperate your head from your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjywoiiHcTI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZyPsepJSHoU/s1600-h/P2280105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061114291768750386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjywoiiHcTI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZyPsepJSHoU/s320/P2280105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is simply a self portrait. A little crooked (skævt) but it fits with the colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjywoyiHcUI/AAAAAAAAALs/h1AZyX2zgjA/s1600-h/P2280106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061114296063717698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjywoyiHcUI/AAAAAAAAALs/h1AZyX2zgjA/s320/P2280106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a scary picture. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjywpCiHcVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yWjs1o5-wvY/s1600-h/P2280107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061114300358685010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjywpCiHcVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yWjs1o5-wvY/s320/P2280107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a more expressive, i suppose, way of doing the flowers. And more agressive also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjyv4iiHcOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0qupsSUcuE8/s1600-h/P2280100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061113467135029474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjyv4iiHcOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0qupsSUcuE8/s320/P2280100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More flowers. Just made cloe-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjyv4yiHcPI/AAAAAAAAALE/NFHVFbhn6RQ/s1600-h/P2280101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061113471429996786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjyv4yiHcPI/AAAAAAAAALE/NFHVFbhn6RQ/s320/P2280101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is an old onw, i don't remember if i posted it before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyvNCiHcJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VbdA9PGmLI0/s1600-h/P1180048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061112719810719890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyvNCiHcJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VbdA9PGmLI0/s320/P1180048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-5888593009862483124?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/5888593009862483124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/5888593009862483124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-lastest-works.html' title='My lastest works.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyvNiiHcLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o7THP-enGk0/s72-c/P2110082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-2517869316532779000</id><published>2007-05-05T17:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:20:36.151+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Active Jeppe</title><content type='html'>I'm quite active these days, and of course, i hurt myself being active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was trying to jump on a table outside with my legs together(sort of, in one jump), and i didn't get quite on the table, fell down, and banged my knees on the edge of the table. This is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061107114878398450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyqGyiHb_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/X9m04DZPGlc/s320/P2050067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately you can't really see the extent of the damage. There was (it's all healed now, happened weeks ago) about 1cm holes in my legs here. Hurt a bit, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061107119173365762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyqHCiHcAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SV1KRYn95TA/s320/P2050073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am with Monty, after we went climbing and jumping, we jumped in the lake. Which was pretty damned cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjys5CiHcFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LSyj-cr9pDw/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061110177190080594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjys5CiHcFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LSyj-cr9pDw/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we weren't in very long! Got up fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjys5SiHcGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qslnbSGuaZU/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061110181485047906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjys5SiHcGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qslnbSGuaZU/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And got dry in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjys5yiHcII/AAAAAAAAAKM/kLMI-CCmeNQ/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061110190074982530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rjys5yiHcII/AAAAAAAAAKM/kLMI-CCmeNQ/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here we are, climbing around stuff. Generally, Monty is a lot more fearless than me, and he is just about 15-20 kilo's lighter, and can do some more crazy stuff.  But i think i'm ok now and then also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjysYiiHcCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6LWXjekKgJE/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061109618844332066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjysYiiHcCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6LWXjekKgJE/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See what i'm saying? He does some crazy jumps. This is way too high for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjysYyiHcDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/L3-RnuQeil0/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061109623139299378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjysYyiHcDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/L3-RnuQeil0/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But i'm still there. Here i'm climbing, although it's not really very hard or dangerous, but it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjysZCiHcEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LfN08B6w2IU/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061109627434266690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjysZCiHcEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LfN08B6w2IU/s320/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And all the pictures of me jumping were very booring like this. I also jump cool, really, i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyqKyiHcBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Tttg9A7kXEw/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061107183597875218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyqKyiHcBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Tttg9A7kXEw/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, i think we're gonna go again tomorrow (these are a week old). Also, monday, the last day of teaching, me, Monty and a girl from here went to jump in the lake before school. We got up 6 o clock in the morning, and hit the water 6.45. THEN we were fresh. We're gonna do at again, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-2517869316532779000?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/2517869316532779000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/2517869316532779000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/05/active-jeppe.html' title='Active Jeppe'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyqGyiHb_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/X9m04DZPGlc/s72-c/P2050067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-8783082659523720072</id><published>2007-05-05T17:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:55:21.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Working at the school...</title><content type='html'>...is over now. 2 weeks ago, Artëm returned, and took over, so now, me and my co-teacher Mads, are un-employed (so if anybody needs ANYthing done that involves money, please say so!). Artëm would like us to take a week each as guest teachers this semester, and then i'll find some work beside school. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway's, here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the class working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyoZiiHb8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hUlS4rORNRc/s1600-h/P2090077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061105237977690050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyoZiiHb8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hUlS4rORNRc/s320/P2090077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Working still. Drawing each others feet or hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyoZyiHb9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/v9-AePreIXI/s1600-h/P2090078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061105242272657362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyoZyiHb9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/v9-AePreIXI/s320/P2090078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And working outside in the good weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyoaCiHb-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/KWKbfduKOEQ/s1600-h/P2090076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061105246567624674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyoaCiHb-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/KWKbfduKOEQ/s320/P2090076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-8783082659523720072?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/8783082659523720072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/8783082659523720072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/05/working-at-school.html' title='Working at the school...'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RjyoZiiHb8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hUlS4rORNRc/s72-c/P2090077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-4478097088582069502</id><published>2007-03-19T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:06:08.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer buisness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O1KEwm1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/G_CMIyeaVYU/s1600-h/P1100023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043696045334240082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O1KEwm1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/G_CMIyeaVYU/s320/P1100023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a whole week, i was without my computer. The horror. But this shiny gadget saved my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O1aEwm2I/AAAAAAAAAII/alVGCgdE_HY/s1600-h/P1100025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043696049629207394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O1aEwm2I/AAAAAAAAAII/alVGCgdE_HY/s320/P1100025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, i'm just about to install it into my computer. It's the powersupply, the feeds all the other parts in the computer with power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O16Ewm3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QUXpzUY2tn8/s1600-h/P1060016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043696058219142002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O16Ewm3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QUXpzUY2tn8/s320/P1060016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, the DrawingSchool went to the zoo. Last tuesday. Aalborg zoo to be exact (yes, the also have zoo's in Jylland, but not as good as the one i Copenhagen). And, well, looking at this picture, i wonder, who're the real animals here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O2KEwm4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/o7mGtjUeMiM/s1600-h/PC220002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043696062514109314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O2KEwm4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/o7mGtjUeMiM/s320/PC220002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, here is Monty's attempt at being a criminal. This is the logo for his and Maria's illustration group. He put them up all over town, just to promote(i guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O2qEwm5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/d1MpR4RqaS8/s1600-h/PC220008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O2qEwm5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/d1MpR4RqaS8/s1600-h/PC220008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043696071104043922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O2qEwm5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/d1MpR4RqaS8/s320/PC220008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on this sacred city statue of someone who's probablt important to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for this time, people. I'll be home from monday the 26th to tursday the 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. One, sad thing. Some of you have heard be boasting(prale med) of going to South Africa. I ended up cancelling this. It would cost me at least 10.000 just for transport, and also my vacation didn't fit with it after all. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O2qEwm5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/d1MpR4RqaS8/s1600-h/PC220008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-4478097088582069502?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/4478097088582069502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/4478097088582069502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/03/computer-buisness.html' title='Computer buisness.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7O1KEwm1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/G_CMIyeaVYU/s72-c/P1100023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-2732037182415163052</id><published>2007-03-19T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:05:34.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MPqEwmwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AF2qoM7Znc8/s1600-h/Listen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043693202065890050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MPqEwmwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AF2qoM7Znc8/s320/Listen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here is an update on my works. I'm now fully able to paint myself without looking in a mirror. This is my 3rd selvfportrait done like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MP6EwmxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KZBNZaGlmV0/s1600-h/Mondrian2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043693206360857362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MP6EwmxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KZBNZaGlmV0/s320/Mondrian2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i read somewhere, that all painters has to go through a period where they copy of former painters. So, i thought, might as well get started. So here is something from Mondrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MQaEwmyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bSW58rkOw5w/s1600-h/P1100028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043693214950791970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MQaEwmyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bSW58rkOw5w/s320/P1100028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is something else... hmm... how was it. I remember, that one day, i figured out this connection between painting and poo'in(gå på lokum). I Don't quite remember it now, but it was there. The picture on the floor on the left is one of Britney Spears, which Artem has in his bathroom. If you followed the recent gossip, you can read this as "the fall of Britney Spears". If yo don't know what i'm talking about, ask someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MQqEwmzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hrou0M2XDUI/s1600-h/SkoOgHat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043693219245759282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MQqEwmzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hrou0M2XDUI/s320/SkoOgHat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is then my Van Gogh copy, or something. It's Ellens summerhat and a pair of her shoes. And it's also my mothers present(for last christmas). I sort of misplaced the last painting i brought her, in the train. Too bad. It was only a portrait, i have a lot of those anyway. But this one is for you mother. If you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MQ6Ewm0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/_x6erpHU7z4/s1600-h/Shiny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043693223540726594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MQ6Ewm0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/_x6erpHU7z4/s320/Shiny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And something new i'm starting on. I'm also drawing this, at the same time. You'll see another time, when i've been working a little longer on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the work for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-2732037182415163052?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/2732037182415163052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/2732037182415163052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/03/painting-progress.html' title='Painting Progress'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7MPqEwmwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AF2qoM7Znc8/s72-c/Listen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-7732154034273458867</id><published>2007-03-19T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:06:19.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb-march, and Robin Hood.</title><content type='html'>Hi people!&lt;br /&gt;So, here will be a few posts showing me recent doings. First one is about bow-shooting.&lt;br /&gt;Monty, my lovely friend and neighboor here, has bought a bow. Not just any bow, but THE bow. And he let me try it out. After both of us getting hyped(opstemte) for a long time just pulling back the bowstring and testing who could pull it furthest, most times(Monty didn't actually have and arrows at first, so we had to imagie that part), we we're like to small boys about to buy our first.....magazine.&lt;br /&gt;And finally Monty got hold of some arrows he borrowed from a friend(and finally succeded in breaking ever one of them), we tried it out. Here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well admit it: Monty is a lot better than me. But, well, it's his bow after all, and he's been shooting alot lately. I never tried it before, and have, up until now, shot 6 arrows in me life, all this saturday. So, here is Monty shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043690805474138802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7KEKEwmrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9qv6W-P-Cl0/s320/P1090021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here is me, trygin to fit the arrow to the bow. Which is harder than you'd think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7KEqEwmsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M4Gm0zOJnS0/s1600-h/P1090018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043690814064073410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7KEqEwmsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M4Gm0zOJnS0/s320/P1090018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know i look like a pro and really forcused, but i'm actually thinking "what am i supposed to do now?". Shooting bow is complicated. Well, i shot, and i managed to hit the target, sort of, at least half of the shots. The rest went into the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7KE6EwmtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OxjF3mMS0Qg/s1600-h/P1090019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043690818359040722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7KE6EwmtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OxjF3mMS0Qg/s320/P1090019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here she is: Monty's bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7KFKEwmuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/T_F0TghNUgg/s1600-h/PC250012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043690822654008034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7KFKEwmuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/T_F0TghNUgg/s320/PC250012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up close: what a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7KFqEwmvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/68fW-3tByn4/s1600-h/PC250013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043690831243942642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7KFqEwmvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/68fW-3tByn4/s320/PC250013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats all for bowshooting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-7732154034273458867?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/7732154034273458867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/7732154034273458867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/03/feb-march-and-robin-hood.html' title='Feb-march, and Robin Hood.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rf7KEKEwmrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9qv6W-P-Cl0/s72-c/P1090021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-2918953424313910397</id><published>2007-02-19T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:57:24.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm back again now, for a little comment. First, here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first one. I suggest you click on it to make it big, the colors are a little off when it's small. I actually finished this some time ago, but just decided to make the yellow fill more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RdoMgFZkbYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gfDl4UIbPps/s1600-h/PC050091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033349278884720002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RdoMgFZkbYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gfDl4UIbPps/s320/PC050091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This second one is a little newer. I don't have much to say about, other than that i liked painting like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RdoMgVZkbZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FS43bM1xlKA/s1600-h/PC050092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033349283179687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RdoMgVZkbZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FS43bM1xlKA/s320/PC050092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And last is a green/red one. I'm not gonna give much comment on this one either, you can make up your own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RdoMglZkbaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mPPpQh_zpIw/s1600-h/PC070103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033349287474654626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RdoMglZkbaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mPPpQh_zpIw/s320/PC070103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, yesterday i cut my hair. Not all the way short, i left it at 12mm. I've had pretty long hair for a while now, and it started to get annoying, so i cut it. the same day, i also cut Monty and Israel's hair, and then i decided in the evening to cut my own hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RdoMg1ZkbbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bFiFU2ky7sI/s1600-h/PC160106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033349291769621938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RdoMg1ZkbbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bFiFU2ky7sI/s320/PC160106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't really know what to reprt from here. Teaching is still going good, me and Mads are working very well together, and i enjoy teaching more every day. I was on the TV the other day actually, you can see it at &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tv2regionerne.dk/reg2005/?r=6"&gt;http://www.tv2regionerne.dk/reg2005/?r=6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just go pick the 16th of february in the upper right corner, at the calender. Then, you find the show in the bar on the right of the screen, it's called "Arbejdsplads med international profil". It's a 9 minute show about the Animation Workshop, and your truly is interviewed at around 6 minutes in, but see it all for your own sakes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, this is all i have to tell now. I simply can't remember what has happened lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you all sometime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-2918953424313910397?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/2918953424313910397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/2918953424313910397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/02/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RdoMgFZkbYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gfDl4UIbPps/s72-c/PC050091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-5502779019050117664</id><published>2007-01-27T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:57:50.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Different chillout.</title><content type='html'>So here is a little drawing i did in my sketchbook, of nothing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024810831521076034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rbu21CRZU0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RpNDsEAMbMg/s320/PB220055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here is Monty, thinking he made a funny drawing. We were chilling at Israels place, drinking milk and eating chocolate, and drawing. Very cosy and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rbu21iRZU1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1l9EDZ4Wr2U/s1600-h/PB220061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024810840111010642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rbu21iRZU1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1l9EDZ4Wr2U/s320/PB220061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here we have Israel showing of his geeky(nørdet) t-shirt. We're at the Italian restaurant, and we ate food and today he's feeling sick to his stomach... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rbu21yRZU2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/LOVOoYLgvws/s1600-h/PB210045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024810844405977954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rbu21yRZU2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/LOVOoYLgvws/s320/PB210045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here Monty is doing some work on the computer, and is showing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rbu23iRZU3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/t-YjX31bUFk/s1600-h/PB210043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024810874470749042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rbu23iRZU3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/t-YjX31bUFk/s320/PB210043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And fianlly, Israel and Randi in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rbu24CRZU4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6DwgHKPbhps/s1600-h/PB220051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024810883060683650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rbu24CRZU4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6DwgHKPbhps/s320/PB220051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats all for tonight folks. See you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-5502779019050117664?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/5502779019050117664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/5502779019050117664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/01/different-chillout.html' title='Different chillout.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/Rbu21CRZU0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RpNDsEAMbMg/s72-c/PB220055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-6137478440865415068</id><published>2007-01-27T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:29:40.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Making 50 burgers.</title><content type='html'>So, Israel decided he wanted a burger. And, he thought, why not invite one or two of the guys from the class? Well, before Israel had looked around, he promised the whole class he would make burgers for them. 50 burgers, in fact (2 for each person). So, i realized this is where i had to come to the rescue. Which i did, and we went shopping for 13 packs of minced beef(hakket oksekød), burger breads and everything that we needed. And then we fried....50-60(some were eaten in the process) burger steaks, cut the salat, tomatoes, cucumber, bread in the oven, and all that jazz. I think it took us around 2½ hours of work. But it all payed off, and everyone was very happy for the burgers and we became heroes. So here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyVyRZUvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jmNBHacYgTk/s1600-h/PB190037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024805896603652850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyVyRZUvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jmNBHacYgTk/s320/PB190037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monty also helped out (when he wasn't goofing around)(goofing around=fjolle rundt), or dancing. Thank you very much Monty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyWCRZUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CWbk6Rc83XY/s1600-h/PB190038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024805900898620162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyWCRZUwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CWbk6Rc83XY/s320/PB190038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mette was in charge of the entertainment, which she did a very good job of! We certainly laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyWiRZUxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uW3EDIywWNc/s1600-h/PB190039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024805909488554770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyWiRZUxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uW3EDIywWNc/s320/PB190039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here i am, playing the concerned part of the opperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyWyRZUyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aAplVwGywJg/s1600-h/PB190041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024805913783522082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyWyRZUyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aAplVwGywJg/s320/PB190041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Israel is preparing the fries in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyXSRZUzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/059L0IRUvCA/s1600-h/PB190040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024805922373456690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyXSRZUzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/059L0IRUvCA/s320/PB190040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone ate their burgers, and everything turned out well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-6137478440865415068?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/6137478440865415068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/6137478440865415068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/01/making-50-burgers.html' title='Making 50 burgers.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuyVyRZUvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jmNBHacYgTk/s72-c/PB190037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-5320166609110785981</id><published>2007-01-27T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:11:21.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Artëms place featuring Jeppe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusxCRZUtI/AAAAAAAAADc/7rYz6qxp1_g/s1600-h/PB190036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024799767685321426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusxCRZUtI/AAAAAAAAADc/7rYz6qxp1_g/s320/PB190036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yo everyone. So, Artëm is gone, and me and Ellen are greedily sharing his place. Me for painting and washing clothes, and Ellen for living, watching movies and something other stuff. Anyway, here is the beginning of this painting i'm doing. I did alot more by now, but i didn't take a pcture of it, you'll see it later. Anyway... more pictures to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, notice all the fruit in the foreground? Look who's healthy. And try NOT to notice the bottle of chocolatemilk standing there also. And IF you notice it, try to notice that i's NOT empty yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusxSRZUuI/AAAAAAAAADk/SgJf0QbYF4w/s1600-h/PB190032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024799771980288738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusxSRZUuI/AAAAAAAAADk/SgJf0QbYF4w/s320/PB190032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is me, or rather, my hand, drawing. A little research for a painting. It's VERY hard for me to translate from the drawing to the painting, when i'm trying to do really nice bodyparts. So maybe i just should'nt do them. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusXyRZUpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-7yyY0A4cCE/s1600-h/PB180028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024799333893624466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusXyRZUpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-7yyY0A4cCE/s320/PB180028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some of Artëms work. The 2 on the wall, i'm sure he won't sell (and if he will, he'll take some redicously high price, just to annoy you), but the big one on the floor i'm sure he'd like to sell! I might even be able to get a discount for you, but then again, none of you would have money for it even with the discount. Too bad. Did i mention i once got a painting from him for free? No? Well i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusYSRZUqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UCed_Sab6DA/s1600-h/PB180029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024799342483559074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusYSRZUqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UCed_Sab6DA/s320/PB180029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more of Artëms home. You're looking at the "window" in the wall between the main room and the kitchen. It's like a bar that you can eat from. Or have to, at least, since there's no other kitchen table. But this is very nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusYSRZUqI/AAAAAAAAADE/UCed_Sab6DA/s1600-h/PB180029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusYiRZUrI/AAAAAAAAADM/tO73GBoEcP8/s1600-h/PB180030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusYiRZUrI/AAAAAAAAADM/tO73GBoEcP8/s1600-h/PB180030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024799346778526386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusYiRZUrI/AAAAAAAAADM/tO73GBoEcP8/s320/PB180030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is not such a good picture, the light is really bad. The good thing about Artëms studio though is, that it's a gigantic room (and me and Artëm both have very big egos, so that's very fitting for when we're painting), and it has such a beatifull light now when it's winter and snow. Everything is so clear inside, and we painted everything white, so the light reflects on everything and makes you happy. Even when Artëm is there, angry, sad, mad, kicking at everything and yelling "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" you're still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusZCRZUsI/AAAAAAAAADU/ORVQw2Xo2fo/s1600-h/PB180031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024799355368460994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusZCRZUsI/AAAAAAAAADU/ORVQw2Xo2fo/s320/PB180031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the other end of the room. There is a wheelchair to sit in, a gigantic mirror for Artëms gigantic...ego, and also so you can see who's comming before they come. Just LOOK at the light! So nice and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusXSRZUoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NHAbfR5edVA/s1600-h/PB180027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusZCRZUsI/AAAAAAAAADU/ORVQw2Xo2fo/s1600-h/PB180031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusYiRZUrI/AAAAAAAAADM/tO73GBoEcP8/s1600-h/PB180030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusXSRZUoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NHAbfR5edVA/s1600-h/PB180027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024799325303689858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusXSRZUoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NHAbfR5edVA/s320/PB180027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusXSRZUoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NHAbfR5edVA/s1600-h/PB180027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, here's the close up of one of the paintings i'm doing. Not very far though, and it's not going to well, but screw it(skide være med det). In the background, you can see these 2 orange couches that me and Artëm found for his room. And in the window, there's a blut kimono (japansk kåbe) haning. Some will reconize it from one of my paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all from Artëms room, where i've been painting this week. If any of you should like to purchase any of his paintings, please write me, and i will fix the deal (that might give me a little of the deal) for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusXSRZUoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NHAbfR5edVA/s1600-h/PB180027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-5320166609110785981?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/5320166609110785981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/5320166609110785981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/01/artms-place-featuring-jeppe.html' title='Artëms place featuring Jeppe'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbusxCRZUtI/AAAAAAAAADc/7rYz6qxp1_g/s72-c/PB190036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-8105503964949527405</id><published>2007-01-27T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:45:55.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Artem left.</title><content type='html'>These are pictures from Artem's goodbye-party. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuqNSRZUlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Riho7hm6G1c/s1600-h/PB140012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024796954481742418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuqNSRZUlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Riho7hm6G1c/s320/PB140012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left for the Reunion Island, which is somewhere of the southcost of africa ( i think). It's a french island, where there is an animation school that he's teaching at.&lt;br /&gt;Here is him, left, and Svend, right, who is one of the locals here at the school. He works as something at the school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuqNiRZUmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_YXtrjLyiy0/s1600-h/PB140011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024796958776709730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuqNiRZUmI/AAAAAAAAACY/_YXtrjLyiy0/s320/PB140011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Israel, caught unaware. Also at the party, where me and him went. Well, not much to say here i suppose. We're at the party, and this is Israel. Party, Israel. Israel, party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuqOCRZUnI/AAAAAAAAACg/Jo1ylszKWkw/s1600-h/PB140013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024796967366644338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuqOCRZUnI/AAAAAAAAACg/Jo1ylszKWkw/s320/PB140013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another picture from the party, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the party, Artëm had to leave at 9 o clock. So i went to him in the morning, just to say goodbye, and it was just me, him and Ellen, very cosy. They were both a little tired from the party the day before, and i was QUITE tired and had to teach the same day. And Artem found an old drawing i made for himin my first semester. He saved it all the time from back then. That made me (a little) soft in the heart. Just a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-8105503964949527405?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/8105503964949527405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/8105503964949527405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/01/artem-left.html' title='Artem left.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuqNSRZUlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Riho7hm6G1c/s72-c/PB140012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-465935159215231409</id><published>2007-01-27T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:37:26.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Mexico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunriRZUgI/AAAAAAAAABU/di_AJ3GRSUE/s1600-h/PB150019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024794175637901826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunriRZUgI/AAAAAAAAABU/di_AJ3GRSUE/s320/PB150019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! This s everyone's favourite Mexican (thos that met him will be nodding in agreement now "yes that's true, i really agree")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and him whent to Bilka this day (just on other side of McDonalds). We're both looking for a TV. I have a DVD-player but no TV, so if any of you have a TV you don't need, save it somewhere untill i come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was funny and exciting, and we really enjoyed it. Bilka is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunryRZUhI/AAAAAAAAABc/WzcGwXRLors/s1600-h/PB170024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024794179932869138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunryRZUhI/AAAAAAAAABc/WzcGwXRLors/s320/PB170024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, Irael is almost attacking me with a snowball. Because we had a snowstorm you see, so everything was white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunsCRZUiI/AAAAAAAAABk/llW72cOsax4/s1600-h/PB170023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024794184227836450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunsCRZUiI/AAAAAAAAABk/llW72cOsax4/s320/PB170023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the roof, looking out of my window. This is the same time the storm was. All of the sudden, we just had snow. No warning what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunsyRZUkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mW1z-sGEAQU/s1600-h/PB170025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024794197112738370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunsyRZUkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mW1z-sGEAQU/s320/PB170025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you NOT love Viborg when this is the view (udsigt) you wake up to, in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunsiRZUjI/AAAAAAAAABs/CKM-l4X1WOw/s1600-h/PB170022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024794192817771058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunsiRZUjI/AAAAAAAAABs/CKM-l4X1WOw/s320/PB170022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is also during the snowstorm in the middle of the night. This is the view from my bedroom, of the ugly, nasty, fucked up kollegie-bygning. This is where many of the students live. It's snowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-465935159215231409?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/465935159215231409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/465935159215231409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-and-mexico.html' title='Snow and Mexico.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbunriRZUgI/AAAAAAAAABU/di_AJ3GRSUE/s72-c/PB150019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-6036503517751153115</id><published>2007-01-27T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:26:14.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching the new calss. What everybody was waiting for.</title><content type='html'>So yes, i started teaching. And i'm damn good at it, if i have to say so myself. Certainly, there are some flaws here and there, and i may say some strange stuff also, but i think i'm doing good. Unfortunately, i don't have very many pictures of the class, but i'm spending all my time teaching, and i don't have time to take pictures in the middle of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a class of 23 people, and not many have been drawing before. There are a few guys who was there last semester, but not many, so it's all up to me. Well, mostly, sine monday, 2 days from now, Mads Peter is comming. Mads Peter is an old student like me, and went to russia before me and is, well, excellent at drawing.&lt;br /&gt;The class consists only of danish people, no foreign people, so i'm talking danish, which is very hard for me, but not impossible. So far i had them 2 weeks, and this week they had a guy called Lawrence, for perspective. I've had a lot of help from Gry my boss basically, help with different stuff i need to watch out for (we have to keep track of who is there and when, and who's not), with paychecks and loads of stuff.  But teaching, i'm doing that on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, and i had many advices and words from Artëm, and he gave me tea also sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbulHiRZUeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cxWz3uqHtWw/s1600-h/PB120007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024791358139355618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbulHiRZUeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cxWz3uqHtWw/s320/PB120007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, on top is the picture of us going through drawings, and it's a break, and below a close up of someone's drawing( i don't even know all the names yet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbulHyRZUfI/AAAAAAAAABE/nhUyV4q0bN0/s1600-h/PB120008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024791362434322930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbulHyRZUfI/AAAAAAAAABE/nhUyV4q0bN0/s320/PB120008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, teaching is realy good for me. I feel like a champion when teaching, and i'm full of energy when the day is done. Teaching is fun, tralala. I will see about posting some details later maybe, but, to be honest, none of you know anything about drawing, so maybe there won't be that many details again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-6036503517751153115?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/6036503517751153115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/6036503517751153115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/01/teaching-new-calss-what-everybody-was.html' title='Teaching the new calss. What everybody was waiting for.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbulHiRZUeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cxWz3uqHtWw/s72-c/PB120007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-106882242514895842</id><published>2007-01-27T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:15:25.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporting home.</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody! Missed me? I'm sure you did. You certainly haven't seen me for quite a while. Anyway, don't check the blog too often, maybe 2 or 3 times a month at the most, because i don't want to update very often. Anyway, here's the first of 2-4 posts. This one is about my room and my redecorating. I put up a portrait Artëm did of me in my first semester, and next to it, my brother will be happy too see that i finally put up all those Georg Jensen clocks and what-nots(dimser) that he gave me... I found a hammer in my room, and loads of nails, so i've been in a putting things on my wall-mood(humør) lately. I love putting nails in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuiXyRZUaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/puz06LVSobU/s1600-h/PB100004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024788338777346466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuiXyRZUaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/puz06LVSobU/s320/PB100004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, i found this mirror in the hallway. It's almost as tall as me, and very good for, hrm, øhm, learning the different muscles, and, ehm, bones and...er...stuff. Also, i've put up a few of my drawings from Russia. The lady on the wall (NOT the one on the calender with big breasts, mind you) is from russia. Also, i decided to get a table for my room, and remove my small chair and table with my computer on, so i'll get a little more space. Anyway, it will make sense once i do it and show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuiYCRZUbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2vjNKeMvOaQ/s1600-h/PB100005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024788343072313778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuiYCRZUbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2vjNKeMvOaQ/s320/PB100005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, here is a picture of me very tired. That day, i had such a red eye, red as blood. I don't know what caused it, maybe dust. Since then, i cleaned all my clothes, i had to wash 8 times to get through everything. Then i cleand up my room, vacumed my room, and washed the floor. And changed my matress. Then, recently Monty moved in again (untill the 1. of feb.), so now it will get dirty again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuiYSRZUcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ONbNK8APplY/s1600-h/PB130010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024788347367281090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuiYSRZUcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ONbNK8APplY/s320/PB130010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And lastly, this is me again. I'm seriously thinking of going bald again, my hair is annoying, but we'll see. I don't really feel like doing it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuiYyRZUdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hPVuXCuVHm0/s1600-h/PB140017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024788355957215698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuiYyRZUdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hPVuXCuVHm0/s320/PB140017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-106882242514895842?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/106882242514895842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/106882242514895842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/01/reporting-home.html' title='Reporting home.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JsfyVo4Hus/RbuiXyRZUaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/puz06LVSobU/s72-c/PB100004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-116792622371415071</id><published>2007-01-04T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:05:01.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy newyear.</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Back again in the new year. So, this is my first post in the new year, containing a little bit different stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me say that i had a very wonderfull newyears party. I was at Lundø, which is a place just outside of Viborg, where many people from the school was. Well, dinner and everything was nice, and in the middle of the dinner, Troels (please refer to previous post to identify him) came running into the dinnerroom, where all 25 of us were eating, completely naked, shouting, that we had to go out and into the water. Well all right, why not, it turns out, that they have a "friluftsbad" or something, which is a giant bathtub outside, with an oven attached to it, with room for around 10 people. So, 10 of us hurried out of the door, at the same time dropping all of our clothes, and got in the bathtub, where we spend the next 2 hours, and also that's where we i entered the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pcitures i took with a fantastic camera. First, here's Ellen, reading a book. Even though it might now show on the picture, Ellen is actually a very small person, only around... well, at least 1½ head smaller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/614625/untitled5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/610988/untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am with all my selfportraits. They were all given away (except the selfportrait. if anyone wants that, please let me know), and in the following order. from the left: for Kristoffer(my brother), for Marie(my bonus sister), for Poul&amp;Marianne (father and fathers wife), and for Bine (my mother). I did them all in around 2 hours per portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/484988/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/638595/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here me and Serin, having formed a hip-hop group, that never really became anything, since Sering left for turkey (which is where she lives). It's me on the left, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/15778/untitled6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/501765/untitled6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is Artëm, having just discovered something very interesting (i suppose.. he looks like it). Take on the last day of the Drawing School, 2nd semester 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/960996/untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/677830/untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is Jeppe, drawing, in Artëms room. Also on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/262848/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/717314/untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, should have been one more picture, but it won't show. No matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, monday i'm starting the drawingschool, getting very excited now. Will write again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jo for lending me the camera. I'll miss you and Serin very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-116792622371415071?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116792622371415071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116792622371415071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-newyear.html' title='Happy newyear.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-116609026447054116</id><published>2006-12-14T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T10:57:44.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ønskeseddel</title><content type='html'>Hejsa!&lt;br /&gt;Her er min ønskeseddel. Jeg opdaterer den måske lige et par gange, jeg kan ikke finde på så meget ad gangen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC Spil: Tomb Raider Legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sokker(alle slags, alle farver, bare ikke højere end knæet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et lille TV til mit værelse. Et jeg kan tage med til Viborg, og så DVD film på(jeg HAR DVD afspiller selv).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagner i alle farver og stile. Det er ikke dobbelt seng, men kender ikke målene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plakater&lt;/strong&gt; med Van Gogh, og/eller franske impressionister. Eller Egon Schiele (en tysker tror jeg) eller Klimt (kan ikke huske om det er "Klint"  eller "Klimt" men han er Schieles lærermester).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon EOS D400 kamera, eller penge til det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort iPod på 30Gb eller mere. Eller penge til den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase Leather Sleeve til iPod Nano, eller Knomo leather case til iPod i rød(helst), eller Belkin Folio Case til iPod Nano i pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penge (til alting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ninja" Tabi. Det er en japansk sko med storetå. Kan få's i enten Budo Sport Godthåbsvej 14, eller Nippon sport Vesterbrogade. Str. 42, både udendørs og indendørs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ninja" dragt fra Budo Sport: Str. 180.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Våben: Få's enten i Nippon sport, eller Budo sport (se ovenover). "Hanbo"(kort stav). "Bo" (lang stav). "Suburi bokken" (træsværd). "Shinai"(bambus sværd).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Også fra ovenstående butikker: Stofmærke "Bujinkan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der kommer mere senere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-116609026447054116?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116609026447054116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116609026447054116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/12/nskeseddel.html' title='Ønskeseddel'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-116506878131516301</id><published>2006-12-02T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T15:13:01.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mc Donald's loving me.</title><content type='html'>So i went to McDonalds again. For the last time for some time i hope! The food really drains me(because i eat so much of it). Anyway, here're the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel just invented a new hand-language sign for "I'm happy". His hands are going in circles, and he's oh so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/697276/P9210062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/861799/P9210062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm unsure of where to put the fries. I tried one more place (before the mouth), but that didn't work either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/381591/P9210064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/31648/P9210064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And me and Randi are happy, happy, happy(and VERY full of cheeseburgers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/404941/P9210069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/627489/P9210069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Israel is hesitating here. Israel, like me, used to be a big, fat, blob, when he was younger, but then lost all the weight. So, seeing as how i was pouring burger after burger into my mouth, he thought "Hah, i can do the same", and bought the same amount as i did. Only then did he realize what he was walking in to, and started having second thoughts. And he didn't finish his meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/85495/P9210061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/732462/P9210061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't think i go to McDonalds ALL the time. It is, after all, a 3km(or more, and then you still need to go back!) walk just to get there, but since we go there so rearely, we always make a trip out of it. In Viborg, you don't just wake up sunday morning and go "I think i'll just go to McDonalds for some take-away food", or, when you've been out getting drunk(or worse) you don't just go there because you get hungry(usually happens to young people, because they need ther salt balance to be normal again after all the alchohol).  No, McDonalds is a very special place here in Viborg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-116506878131516301?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116506878131516301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116506878131516301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/12/mc-donalds-loving-me.html' title='Mc Donald&apos;s loving me.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-116506805948927717</id><published>2006-12-02T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T15:00:59.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Westcoast.</title><content type='html'>Hi guys.&lt;br /&gt;Many things to write about. Yesterday, i came back from a trip to the West Coast of Jylland. Artëms class, and me, and Artëm, went there for 5 days, to join a workshop on grafiks and prints(tryk).  The stay was fantastic. I stayed with Artëm and Ellen, in Artëms house, not in the guesthouse, where the class stayed. The place is called Kirsten Kjær Museet, and is a museum about a danish artist named Kristen Kjær. She died, i think mid-late 1900's, at a very old age, and was a pretty good painter. The museum is dedicated to her paintings, and has the most of them, and it's almost hypnotic(hypnotisk) so walk around the museum where the walls are completely covered with paintings of the same artist. A very different way of looking at paintings than usually.&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the prints we did, although this is probalby only around 1/5 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/273068/P9230115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the workshop, from the outside. I didn't manage to take a picture of the museum, unfortunenately, that will have to wait. The whole thing is located in the middle of nowehere, and in the summer, there are cows and sheeps there. But it's such a nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/776162/P9260184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold("Der kan man bare se"), i recieved a pacakge from my mother, and it turned out to be a package se sent me a long time ago (around 2-3 weeks i think), which included my gloves, "huer" and scarfs(halstørklæder), so now i can keep warm in the winter! Strange that it would appear now, i thought it had been stolen, but alas, here it is. Thank you, Post Danmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/900437/P9270186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/720363/P9270186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is a sketch  i did in my sketch book. At the museum there's not much to do(in the sence that there's no TV, no Computergames, and no movies), so i spent all my time either printing, painting pr drawing. This is a drawing made completely from my head, without reference, in 1½-2 hours. Although i corrected a little bit, after i took the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/462513/P9240150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/398763/P9240150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, well, this is me. I had a terrible accident with some acid there, and now i'm scarred (arred(som i at have fået et ar)) for life. So no laughing when i'll come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/1600/519484/P9220094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/504/2681/320/31677/P9220094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week was fantastic. Wednesday Artëm and me left for Viborg for the day, to move all his stuff to his new studio, and we went back to the museum in the night. I've been fed(fodret) very good at the museum this week, 3 meals every day, and desserts in the evening! I was also meditating with Artëm and Ellen one night, and from a recent trip to Amsterdam, Artëm has bought for me a book with the letters of Van Gogh to his brother Theo, which are supposed to be quite fantastic,  I only started reading it now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, not more to put down on the West Coast trip, but i'll put something else down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-116506805948927717?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116506805948927717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116506805948927717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-westcoast.html' title='Back from the Westcoast.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-116396591739892989</id><published>2006-11-19T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:52:52.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>So! This is how my room looks now! I just cleaned it completely today, vaccumed and washed the floors. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P9140037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, not kidding. Even the other side of the room is also clean. Remeber how much stuff was laying here in the last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P9140038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P9140038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's me, sitting at McDonalds. Oh yes, McDonalds really bring the happiness, when no one else can. Happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P9140041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P9140041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here, 2 pictures of my distress over my flat tire. See those yellow patches? Those are fabric underneath the tire, "kevlar", i suppose (it's what underneath i think, also used for bullet proof vests). That means that my tire is now officially dead. Good bye tire, old friend("tire" betyer forresten "dæk"). The happy days are over(untill i went to McDonalds later today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P9140039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P9140039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P9140040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P9140040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, i moved a piano today. I got out of bed, cleaned, washed, and went outside to do stuff, and was imediatly(spelling?) pulled into a car to help some people called Troels and Gry(i know them) move a piano into a theater. MAN pianos are heavy! And this one was even a small one. Went without trouble though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, for future reference, i will now give you somewhat of a nametree. A discription of some of the people i mention now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeppe(thats me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel &amp; Monty: They're both 2nd year students at the Animation Workshop here, and very good friends of mine. Israel is Mexican, and some of you've met him already, he's a very sweet guy, and was with me in the drawingschool in my first year. Monty was also hanging around back then, but i only really got to know him properly in the summer this year, where we had to share a bed for 2 weeks(NO i didn't turn gay, neither did he(as far as i know)), at a one-week drawingcourse we were helping out at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Maria is one of the 2 teachers i had the first part of last semester(from january 2006). She's also sort of my neighbour(nabo).&lt;br /&gt;Iben: The other of teacher of the 2. Iben and Maria both were at the drawing school many years ago, and have been in Russia several times, together and separetely, drawing with Boris (like i did). Iben is Married(i believe. They're together at least) to Troels, and they have the 2 kids, Birk(err...around 2 years i think) and Lauge(also boy, 2 weeks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artëm: My teacher/something. The guy i had my first semester, who sendt me to russia, and who finished my second semester. And who's teaching me to paint. Unfortunately, none of you have had a long impression of him, some met him very shortly. Artëm(his name's pronounced "ARrtjuOm") was also taught by Boris in Russia. Artëm is the "professer" at the school. He's together with a girl named Ellen(who insists on being on my blog, and recently adopted me as a little brother. Aparently.), who's a singer. She was in the drawingschool, and started at the Animation Workshop, but dropped out due to a pelvis(hofteskål) injuree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gry: Gry is the leader of the Drawing School, my new boss, and the sister of Iben(see above).&lt;br /&gt;Randy &amp;amp; Mette Tange: 2 of the girls i know the best here, also good friends. Mette Tange is also 2nd year at the Animation Workshop, and Randy is 3rd year. Don't think anyone met these 2 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should cover that then. Please tell me if there's something you don't understand!&lt;br /&gt;Untill next time then. Nothing more happening today, and now i'm gonna go and watch TV series on my computer, and eat serial(ske-morgenmad).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-116396591739892989?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116396591739892989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116396591739892989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-116385736380970102</id><published>2006-11-18T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:42:44.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive. Don't wory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P9060029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here. I've just been very lazy, for SO long, and didn't upload anything. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was looking at all of my paintings done so far, with Artëm. We were both very pleased, i'm doing very good with colors. I have sort of entered a period, where i'm getting to perfectionistic (can you say that?), and trying to much to better than i did the last time. This is very normal, i'm well aware of it myself, and can remember periods like this from when i'm drawing a lot. It's no problem, it well change. What it means is, that i try to much to make the picture look really good and welldone. And when that happens, i'll usually bury(begrave) myself in a detail or two in the picture, and neglect( ikke give opmærksomhed til) the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went shopping with Artëm yesterday, we bought 2 sofas in cadmium orange, which is a very screaming orange color. Like the orange on an ambulance, fx. They are to be used inhis new studio (i'll post pictures of it soon), which, in effect, will sort of be MY studio, the 4 months he's not here next semester. It's gonna be a really swell (brandgodt) place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here's 3 pictures of all my.. pictures. Then you can see them in comparison, and get a feeling of the sizes. The one of the naked boy, in the right lower corner, is my favourite model studie. Also my first. Artëm was very happy with the one in the left corner, of the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P9120034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P9120034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's the other side. The big blue one, that's my "masterpiece" so to speak. The one that i've had most trouble with, and i've "done" most things with. It's given me a lot of thought, and monday i'll try to finish it. I've been working so long on it now. The one with all the pink is, i think, the first still life i did, the first painting at all actually. With a lot of help from Artëm, that turned out really good actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P9120036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P9120036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly: it's true, that i've had some gloomy, dark days lately, and this is what the general impression of my room was: messy. As can be seen on the pciture (the rest looked even worse). So i cleaned up! And it looks much better now (you can actually see the floor now). Didn't manage to was the floor though, but i will. Also, i wanted to fix my bike. it's been flat for some time now. So, Artëm came by one night (Artëm artëm artëm artëm i know, i know, i'll get some more friends soon), i told him i wanted to patch(lappe) it, and he started laughing. Turns out, my actual tire is worn down, from all the breaking i've done on my bike, and it's been worn all the way through the rubber. Theres some fabric underneath the rubber, but the tire is absolutely broke. So i have to by a new one. Great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P9060030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P9060030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, here they are, all they works. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P9120033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P9120033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now i haven't been home for a long time now, but i will be home sometime near december, maybe not untill the beginning of december (my father nturns 114 years old the 9th. of december. Yes he doesn't like it, but he's getting old), so i'll definately be home then. Maybe before. And, i'll be home around christmas, although not in good time! The course stops the 22nd of december, so i'll only JUST have time to come home! And that also means, everyone, PLEASE send me your notes of christmas present needs now, so i can start getting even more poor than i am. 'Cus i haven't got time to  buy presents in copenhagen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all for now. I'll try to update on the exciting subjects like my flat tire, and the new studio(oh! "studeo" means the place to paint, by the way, NOT the place to play music!) soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Untill then, take care everyone. Jeppe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-116385736380970102?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116385736380970102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116385736380970102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-still-alive-dont-wory.html' title='I&apos;m still alive. Don&apos;t wory.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-116232076034082570</id><published>2006-10-31T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:52:40.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeppe's OUT of trouble! Hurray!</title><content type='html'>I found my jacket! Hurray! Hurray! It was in the classroom, under alot of paper, and a girl from the school found it, oh man i'm so happy hurray hurray lala la lala la! I'm gonna give her some perncils for finding gift tomorrow (if i remember) but now i'm SO happy! Hurray hurray hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my former teacher, Iben, just gave birth to a son, Lauge, this sunday. Gonna go see him tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray hurray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-116232076034082570?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116232076034082570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116232076034082570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/10/jeppes-out-of-trouble-hurray.html' title='Jeppe&apos;s OUT of trouble! Hurray!'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-116221602745407333</id><published>2006-10-30T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:47:07.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeppe in Trouble again.</title><content type='html'>Hello guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, or actually right now, i'm very depressed. Because i can't find my raincoat! And it's raining. The actual thought of not having a raincoat doesn't bother me, but this one was a gift from my mother for my birthday, which means that i haven't even had it for 1 month, and i haven't even used it very much yet.&lt;br /&gt;I've checked alot of places, in my room, the drawing school, the animation workshop, everywhere, it doesn't show. I know i had it thursday, but i can't remember where i brought it since! Damn. My last hope is, that it's hanging at me teacher Marias place, next to where i live. If not, well, i suppose i'll have to put up notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so depressed about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, there's a minor reveloution at the animation workshop. It's a long story, but the short verison is, that many teachers here believe, that when you're a student, you don't have a life. Your life is studying, and thats what your days and weekends should be filled with, and the students here are getting tired of being beaten on the head, because they "only" spend 1(whole) day doing their homework (we're probably talking 8-10 hours here), and are complaining, that the school shouldn't dominate their weekends. So, our little community is in a upstirr(der er uorden i det).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for this little post. I'm on my own this week, since Artëm is in Italy, and the students have a guest teacher, so i'm going to make my own schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-116221602745407333?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116221602745407333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116221602745407333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/10/jeppe-in-trouble-again.html' title='Jeppe in Trouble again.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-116172314518713746</id><published>2006-10-24T22:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:52:25.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P8200022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P8200022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! Back again, after a long time. I'll only be showing you stuff today, last week was a holiday for everyone except the Drawing School, so everything was deserted and booring and nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here, on the right, is my new cap("kasket", på dansk). Before it said "Dr. Pepper" but Artëm changed it into "Dr. Rapper". He made it himself. It's yellow. Not much to be said about it. The "Rapper" part... well. In my first year at the drawing school, Artëm made a portrait of me, where he wrote "to very clever boy peper". So first i suppose it was a joke about that, and then i told him i used to make rap when i was younger, så he changed it while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my painting of my cap. In yellow. It's actually after a painting of Van Gogh, called "Van Gogh's chair", and this picture will be "Jeppes yellow cap". It's not done yet, but so far very good. What you should notice is the strong contrast between the cold yellow color, and the blue-black background. The darker side of the cap is a little more into ocher(okker) which is a much warmer color. And the green simply goes very well with the yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P8200018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P8200018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this one is a nude study of a man. I only started for 3 hours, and continueing tomorrow. So far, allright, but i need to fix a lot. I was very unfocused last time i worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P8200017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P8200017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this, i don't know if i showed it allready. It's of a young model called Nicco we had some time ago. It's actually a very good picture, but i need to correct the leg that is furthest away form us (his left leg) since the color and shape is not good at all. But good besides that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P8200016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P8200016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, this is my masterpiece. It's a stilllife/stilleben, almost as tall as me. It's VERY hard, but very rewarding work also, i love working on it. I''ve been dong it a long time now, and it keeps getting harder, but i'm optimistic. Generally, the point was that i should try out different colors of blue at the same picture. Artëm says i'm a colorist, that i see many colors very easy, so i suppose he wanted to test me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P8200015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P8200015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P8200019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P8200019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, another nude study. very fast done, 6 hours i think, but also, could've been worse, although i would've liked 2-3 more hours on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P8200020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P8200020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And in the end, one of my own. I don't have a name for it yet, it's still not done. For colors. The red and green go very well togother, and then the yellow and black(hole of the mouth). Here, yellow works as a white, so they are in contrast, and a movement goes from top left corner, down to bottom left corner. The mouth can be seen as a mouth, or as an eye actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats it for this time guys. On a sidenote, any of the studys here, i used from  6-15 hours so far, and the ones i did on my own, probably 1-4 hours so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll write again tomorrow to tell about whats actually going on. See you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-116172314518713746?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116172314518713746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116172314518713746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-again.html' title='Back again.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-116057915622430579</id><published>2006-10-11T16:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:05:56.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday day.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. So, today is my birthday. It started out very good this morning, some of the guys(eh girls mostly) came knocking on my door around 7.30 (dissapointed to find out i was already up and about), bringing cake, food and presents. I got: 1 pornmovie, which involved a very embarassing story about Israel and an automat machine outside a kiosk braking, 1 bottleopener (which i had borrowed the night before) and a sweater someone forgot at one of the girls place... great presents, and even better morning! And when the paper from the presents fell on the candlelight, we had our own little(big) campfire in my room! Very cosy, and only mildly dangerous. Great morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was teaching the whole day, but the other class. Not Artëms, as usually. The teacher of the other class is going somewhere each wednesday so i take the class there. And i did morning gymnastics with the whole drawingschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's some of the pictures i did. First one is of a boy we were drawing. I think it was 9 hours. But as you see (or not) it's not finished. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P3130222.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P3130223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P3130223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This one of an elderly man we had for model, but before the one of the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P3060221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P3060221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one, in bad quality, an older study of some stuff. Stilleben, if you want to be technical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i've done some stuff of my own, but most of it is at the library, along with some drawings, as the students here are doing a small exhibition, so i joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid thats all i have to offer for now. I will, of course, show you some of my own stuff, as soon as it's done.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow i'm comming to copenhagen, so see some of you there!&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-116057915622430579?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116057915622430579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/116057915622430579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-day.html' title='Birthday day.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-115988594745119754</id><published>2006-10-03T16:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:32:27.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>West-coast Weekend.</title><content type='html'>This weekend was spent at the west coast (of Jylland) at a place called "Kirsten Kjær Museeum". It's also the place where Artëm (also) lives (besides here on the school). It's just outside of Frøstrup, and just next to the Frøstrup Lejren (which is like a country version of Christiania). It's a really nice place, where many artists are living, some all the time, some from time to time. And Artëm is exhibiting at the museum most of the time, along with many other painters and sculptists.&lt;br /&gt;I went there with Artëm, Israel, a Russian friend of Artëms, and 2 girls from the class, who're british and turkish (thats right, i was the only dane on the trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/kill%20a%20tree%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/kill%20a%20tree%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trip was spendt with really good food (Artëm is a wonderful cook, and the british girl made english breakfest... yummie!), collecting mushrooms in the forest meditating at the beach (as you can see on the photo), visiting the museeum, going to old german bunkers and drinking and laughing in the evenings. We also visited a friend of Artëms at the Frøstup Lejren. The weekend was, all in all, superb. Really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/kill%20a%20tree%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/kill%20a%20tree%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have everybodys favourite Mexican, at the beach. It's his birthday tomorrow the 4th of october (for you, Monty!), and i bet he's very excited at the picture. The beach was so nice, and there were all these old bunkers from the 2nd World War (which were very good for climbing fun!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/kill%20a%20tree%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/kill%20a%20tree%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we finished, and performed, at project Artëm had given everybody, called "Kill A Tree". The mission was to think of as many different possible ways to kill a tree as possible, and then make a grafic image out of it. And the wrap it around the trees.&lt;br /&gt;So that's what we did, basically. And some journalist interviewed Artëm about it. There were some really good ideas in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/kill%20a%20tree%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's a worn eating the tree, in case you can't see. A good example of a graphic design!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today i have a meeting with the party comitee, and later i have spanish. Phew. Lots of plans today, but it's good. I will post again soon, i hope, with more news. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-115988594745119754?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115988594745119754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115988594745119754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/10/west-coast-weekend.html' title='West-coast Weekend.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-115921044140223794</id><published>2006-09-25T20:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:54:01.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killer Shoes from Heaven.</title><content type='html'>Oh joy! Oh happiness! Here, on these pictures, you are viewing my very new shoes. As you can see, they are orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P3030211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P3030214.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P3030214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P3030214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had these shoes before, the same model at least. Some of you may remember them, it's the red ones i've been wearing for a long time now. But, my red ones are completely smahsed and ripped open, so i ordered a new pair. You were able to color design them yourself, which i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P3030213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P3030213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Orange, light-blue, purple, umbra-reddish, neon green, all the colors of heaven. And with very nice details on them, like the flowers on the picture above, and like the "flaboere" tekst on the picture on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for my life besides shoes, it's been a good weekend. I went to a familie get-together form friday to saturday, lots of fun and all that jazz, and i'm back in Viborg, back at studying and painting. Tomorrow's my second spanish lesson, and if i'm lucky, these british people form the familiy thing will give contact me, and then i'll meet them in Århus on of these days. Hope they will, they are very cool people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, thats all for now, i'll be back with more stuff as soon as it happens! Stay tuned (Monty, maybe you should simply start checking every third day, then, instead of every day...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-115921044140223794?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115921044140223794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115921044140223794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/09/killer-shoes-from-heaven.html' title='The Killer Shoes from Heaven.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-115877569091087816</id><published>2006-09-20T19:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:08:11.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednseday testing.</title><content type='html'>Hi guys.&lt;br /&gt;I've had it up to here with this stupid "blogspot" thing, it's giving me a lot of trouble, but anyway, here's another little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P2250094.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P2250094.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a really cool day. As seen on the picture here, i'm with Su from the class, at the Mathias Center downtown sketching. My point is, that i had the class for the last 3 hours yesterday. I started the day by sleeping one more hour in the morning, painting for 2 hours, then teaching. And they were all shi-erm, not very good. I spent around 1 hour going through all their sketches, just to have Artëm sum it up to "no but i mean it's all crap". Oh well. Fun never the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, i called this stupid computerstore where i bought some stuff, and after calling 4 times, being on hold for 20 minutes, they finally told my that i could simply come and pick up a new set of my stuff. Wuhuu finally. And my shoes arrived, and i'm getting it all this weekend, where i'm going to this familiy get together for the familiy of my fathers wife. Gonna be great, i'm sure. So happy day. And the sun even started shining (at least on me)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P2250074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P2250074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a portrait i'm working on at the moment, although my "subject" is in germany, so i'm not really doing much now (about 30% of this was done without him even being here). For those who know him, it's Jesper, and i know, i know, doesn't look to much like him, but it will in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P2250073.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P2250073.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a short drawing(2½ hours) i made a long time ago. The students had had a lesson from Artëm, and it seemed to me nobody really understood it, so i made a little example. And i wanted to draw. Once you start getting a little more sure on what you're doing in the long studies, it gets very relaxing to do, and it's a good way to make time pass. The composition and movement is that of a train actually. The movement starts with the skull, where i pulled out the cheekbone, and moves slowly to the stone behind, and gains speed, going to the little stone in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P2230068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P2230068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here is a photo of my new clothes. I bought them in copenhagen, and it's mainly t-shirts in blue, yelloe, red, ultramarin(blue)-ish blue, and a very bright yellow. I looked in my closet, and everything was black/white, and very booring, so i bought some more colorful clothes. And typically, tomorrow we have uniform day at the school, and everone will be wearing black. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back tomorrow with more stuff, if the computer allows me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-115877569091087816?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115877569091087816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115877569091087816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/09/wednseday-testing.html' title='Wednseday testing.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-115861426850770159</id><published>2006-09-18T22:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:17:48.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday gone like the wind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello everyone! Out of sympathy for poor Israel, my blog is going to be in english from now on. Of some of you have NO clue what i am writing, tell me, and i will change it back (or work doubble as much and have both!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday i arrived in Viborg. I got my revenge on DSB, and my bike got here, although DSB tried to sabotage my ride, by giving me seats in a part of the train that was going to Aalborg and NOT Viborg! Second, i was told that i had to change in a station called Langå (you usually change there when going to Viborg) but when i got there, it turned out, i just neede to stay in my train(i found out after running around at the 4 platforms looking for the right tracks... carrying by bike. I just got inside the train 10 seconds before it left the station..), but alas, DSB, you failed to destroy my life once more, and now I'm safe and secure in Viborg w/ bike! Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/DSC05442.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/DSC05442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i spend the rest of my weekend hangin out with my friends here, Mette and Israel. We made croissants (yummie). With Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/DSC05446.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/DSC05446.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/DSC05446.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOTS of chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides eating that, we were watching movies, and reading important news in the magasines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/DSC05417.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like we'll have....eh...nice weather. Yup. Very good articles, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/DSC05419.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/DSC05419.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/DSC05460.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/DSC05460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, basically we ate croissants and had a good time! Mette was just barely able to squeese the last one down here, without anyone noticing (yeah right...)! Sneaky sneaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today i've been drawing a little, and painting a little. It was nice to get back to the painting, and getting into it, and Artëm said today, that he is happy i know how to draw, because the painting gets so much easier this way, and he's convinced i will be a strong painter in the end. Good for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, about to freak out from stupid blogspot not doing everything wrong, i'll post again tomorrow, on what happened in copenhagen last week. Sleep tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-115861426850770159?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115861426850770159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115861426850770159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-gone-like-wind.html' title='Monday gone like the wind.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-115831907162705809</id><published>2006-09-15T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:17:51.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferie i KBH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P2210050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P2210050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hejsa.&lt;br /&gt;Denne uge har jeg holdt ferie i København. Tegneholdet har en gæstelærer i Karakter Design, hvilket jeg er ligeglad med, så jeg tog til København istedet.&lt;br /&gt;Her har jeg så været siden mandags, og har fået ordnet et par småting, og hængt ud med venner. Fx havde jeg et par stykker på besøg til mexicansk lasagne á la Israel (i cooked the dish, dude, and it was ok).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg sidder hos min bror på nettet nu, der er ikke noget hos min mor.&lt;br /&gt;Imorgen får jeg hævn mod DSB, eftersom jeg IDAG har købt alle de slags billetter jeg kunne komme i nærheden af både til mig og cyklen. Hah! Tag DEN Dsb.&lt;br /&gt;Men nu er der kommet en ny på min hadeliste. Jeg var ude og bytte noget indventar til min computer som er deffekt men det troede fjolset selvf. ikke på, så de ville tage det ind og så skulle JEG ringe til DEM om en UGE! Ahva! Jeg bor sgudda i Viborg. Og jeg skulle SELV betale fortransport hvis det skal sendes til mig. Og jeg har en grim fornemmelse af, at de NÆGTER at det er defekt.... gah, jeg ringer til dem onsdag og hører. Ellers kan det være min bror jeg jeg smutter forbi med et par boldtræ på et tidspunkt (min bror hader ham nemlig også). Så alt i alt en farverig ferie indtil videre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imorgen skal jeg så hjem til Viborg og se min lærer igen, han er hjemme fra Rusland og måske høre hans dom over resultatet af min undervisning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg skriver snart igen! Når min cykel og jeg er tilbage i Viborg sikkert!&lt;br /&gt;Hyg jer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-115831907162705809?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115831907162705809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115831907162705809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/09/ferie-i-kbh.html' title='Ferie i KBH.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-115770843659847638</id><published>2006-09-08T11:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:40:36.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fredag efter skole</title><content type='html'>Hejsa. Jeg er stadig i live, omend kun lige præcis. I denne her uge har jeg undervist klassen alene, fordi Artëm er i Rusland, og det har været helt  ekstremt hårdt... rigtig fedt må jeg sige, jeg er meget tilfreds med forløbet, men for pokker, hver dag efter skole har jeg været fuldstændig bombet, jeg har slet ikke haft energi til hverken at male eller tage billeder. Men i aften sker der noget, så jeg kan forhåbentlig oploade lidt søndag. Mandag tager jeg til KBH (skal du med der, Monty?) om morgenen, og kommer til Viborg søndag eller lørdag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-115770843659847638?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115770843659847638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115770843659847638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/09/fredag-efter-skole.html' title='Fredag efter skole'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-115694201601996888</id><published>2006-08-30T14:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:50:05.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Male undervisning.</title><content type='html'>www.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P6230066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P6230066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her er så det første studie jeg lavede, af 3 appelsiner, 1 banan og 1 pære. Artëm har været temmelig meget ind over det, med det hvide og lidt på pæren og sådan, men sådan sre det altså ud indtil videre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Budet starter på 50,-!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P6230064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P6230064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P6230064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Og her til højre er det så mig der sidder og maler. Jeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idag har jeg jeg slet ikke været i skole, sov længe, og var så til et møde (som varede 2 timer) om hvad der skal ske med vore fælleskøkken her. Det er nemlig mega ulækkert, fordi der ikke er nogen der gider rydde op efter sig selv. Men vi fandt da frem til noget, nu skal vi bare se om ledelsen synes det er en god ide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-115694201601996888?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115694201601996888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115694201601996888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/08/male-undervisning.html' title='Male undervisning.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-115666873420478396</id><published>2006-08-27T10:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:52:14.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRR!</title><content type='html'>Min tur i toget igår ver TEMMELIG irriterende! Vi startet bagfra med, at da jeg endelig kom til Århus, om natten, sagde togmanden i højtaleren:&lt;strong&gt; "Næste station er Århus. Der kommer til at bliver ca. 15 minutters forsinkelse, pga. sporarbejde.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tog til Viborg kører fra spor 2 kl 23.18(da vra klokken 23.15, og det er sidste afgang).........................toget vil Viborg &lt;em&gt;er &lt;/em&gt;desværre kørt. Passagerer til Viborg og Struer skal henvende sig til togets personale når vi ankommer til Århus.&lt;/strong&gt;" FEDT! HURRA! I silene regn... grr! Så jeg kom med en taxa med 7 andre, og vi cruisede rundt i 1½ time i jyske byer og endte i Viborg.&lt;br /&gt;Og min tur startede med, at jeg fandt ud af, at min 70,- cykelbillet ikke var nok, nej, jeg skulle også have pladsbillet, og nej nu var der jo ikke plads til cyklen (smilede den selvtilfredse DSB mand til mig, 3 minutter før mit tog kørte. Så jeg måtte løbe op og låse cyklen fast til et rækværk ved vejen, og jeg er HELDIG hvis cyklen stadig står der så Rasmus (en af mine venner) kan hente den mandag eller tirsdag... AARRGHH!!! Det forsagede nogle temmelig aggressive skitser, som desværre kun kan poste 1 af nu (som ikke er så aggressiv) der involvere DSB mænd der bliver slet i hovedet.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway her kommer den. Andre kommer senere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="311" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P6220051.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeg er ked af den dårlige scanning, men de andre bliver bedre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Til dem der nørder billedforståelse kan jeg da lige nævne, at den yderste sorte kant er rammen om billedet. Kompositionen er en tissemand, og der er en zig-zag bævelse i billedet, som startet i hans hoved, ned til skridtet, og videre ned til fødderne. Det er lavet med blæk. Det er fordi ham på billedet er en stor dum tissemand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tak for denne gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-115666873420478396?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115666873420478396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115666873420478396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/08/grrrr.html' title='GRRRR!'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-115666782518227272</id><published>2006-08-27T10:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:42:57.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes søhr.</title><content type='html'>Hejsa!&lt;br /&gt;Her kommer min korte præstentation af mit fantastiske rum (hvor jeg bor)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men først en lille indledning:&lt;br /&gt;Der er sikkert en masse, der er usikre på, HVAD jeg dog laver på tegneskolen IGEN! Det er simpelt. Jeg er ansat som Artëms[aRr-tjiom] assistent, hvilket inkluderer lidt småting hist og pist, og så får jeg lov at undervise eleverne af og til. Derudover giver Artëm mig maleundervisning, hvilket vi startede på i mandags, hvor jeg begyndte et stude af 3 appelsiner, 1 banan og 1 pære.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P6040011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P6040011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artëms undervisning er helt på toppen pt (hvilket det virker som om han også er), og han har en masse "skøre" ideer, som er mere eller mindre succesfulde. De inkluderer morgengymnastik og meditation i undervisningen. Den første dag jeg kom, blev alle eleverne gennet ned i gården om morgenen, hvor de stillede sig op på to rækker, og hoppede, med armene i vejret og sagde "hough!" i takt. Meget militaristisk. Dagenene startedes og sluttedes også med 5 minutters meditation. Nu er han gået over til dans hver morgen.&lt;br /&gt;Eleverne er ikke heeelt begejstrede for hans metoder, hvor smarte de ellers er. Jeg synes det er genialt. Når man kommer om morgenen kl. 8, er det sjældent, man er frisk og klar, og det prøver han at lave om på. Det gælder om ikke at låse sig fast foran staffeliet i en døsig trance, hvilket sker helt automatisk når man står der mere end 1 time, og eleverne råber også af og til, sådan, allesammen, meget højt, midt i timen. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P6120032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P6120032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maleundervisningen er temmelig hård. En appelsin er ikke kun orange, den er skam violet, blå, grøn, brun og alle mulige andre farver, og det er temmelig svært at se de farver (for mig), men det går da. Jeg poster et billede af mit billede senere, når der er kommet lidt mere på billedet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, her er et par billeder at mit lille rum.&lt;br /&gt;Når man kommer ind, kommer man først ind i en lille bitte entré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P6150038.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P6150038.0.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dernest er der så rummet: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P6150036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P6150036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvor jeg sidder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/P6220050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/P6220050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-115666782518227272?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115666782518227272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115666782518227272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes-shr.html' title='Yes søhr.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-115606231569688526</id><published>2006-08-20T10:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:25:15.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tilbage på sporet.</title><content type='html'>Hejsa.&lt;br /&gt;HVIS det skulle ske der rent faktisk er nogen der tjekker det her sted, så vil jeg lige gøre opmærksom på, at jeg er tilbage i sving. Altså, jeg er i Viborg, og vil snarest muligt komme med flere posts, der også indeholder billeder, bl.a. af mit nyr 1-mands rum (hurra), skolen, og mig der underviser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-115606231569688526?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115606231569688526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/115606231569688526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/08/tilbage-p-sporet.html' title='Tilbage på sporet.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114915153926090882</id><published>2006-06-01T10:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:45:39.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lidt af Hvert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/KongeAllan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/KongeAllan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hejsa igen.&lt;br /&gt;Her kommer der lidt af hvert, hvad leg har gang i  pt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til højre kan i se, at vi har klædt vores model ud lidt. En af eleverne var træt af de samme ordinære langtidsstudier, så vi prøvede noget nyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/IsraelOgThomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/IsraelOgThomas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Og her ser i Israel og Thomas. Begge gik jeg på tegneskolen med for et år siden, og Thomas var her på besøg sidste uge. Selvsamme uge hvor jeg faldt og slog min hofte så jeg har humpet rundt som en gammel mand et stykke tid nu, men er næsten klar igen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeBlyantIMunden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/JeppeBlyantIMunden.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Og ovenover sidder jeg og ser lidt på ugens opgave. Alle de andre elever har gæstelærer denne uge, i karakter design, men det gad jeg ikke, så Artem gav mig og 2 andre nogle opgaver vi har siddet og rodet med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeBl%3F%3Fk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/JeppeBl%3F%3Fk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her er så første del af opgaven, hvilket går ud på at lave et selvprotræt i blæk, hvilket slet ikke er nemt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeOrange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/JeppeOrange.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Og her er så anden del af opgaven. Der laver man portrættet igen, i 2 farver, her en kold blå, og en varm orange (skulle jeg mene, farverne er svære at se på billedet her...). Det er en del af vores arbejde med farvekontrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeUdenfor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/JeppeUdenfor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Næste del af opgaven, som jeg skal arbejde videre på idag, går ud på at bruge samme process som før, bare med landskab og natur, og så prøve sig frem med flere farver end bare 2...&lt;br /&gt;Så her sidder jeg nede ved søen og....arbejder. Jeg er lidt træt, og forklaringen kommer på næste billede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeVedStation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/JeppeVedStation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her sidder jeg ved min arbejdsstation. Jeg er nemlig gået igang med animationsfilmen til min lærer, og det er ikke særlig nemt, når man ikke er skide god til det. Jeg har faktisk aldrig prøvet før... og jeg er lidt tidspresset, og så har jeg selvf. ca. 5 andre store opgaver jeg skal have klaret denne uge også.... jeg har sagt ja til lidt for meget, men jeg skal nu nok klare den! Jeg synes efterhånden jeg har rimelig godt styr på fremgangsmåden i min lille film (på 2:55 sek), så nu mangler jeg bare og finde ud af, hvad der skal ske...(til general info, er det ikke så godt... man plejer at starte med at udarbejde en historie, og lave et storyboard, som er er række små, hurtige tegninger, der viser hele handlingen i historien, så man kan gå direkte igang med at animere, og så konsultere sit storyboard, for at se hvad man skal lave... det jeg gør, er som at skrive en historie, uden noget ide om, hvad den skal handle om, at man bare finder på det hen ad vejen...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det var et lille uddrag af mit liv pt. Jeg har også haft besøg af en anden gammel ven herfra, Mads, som jeg også gik på tegneskole med. Der var jeg også smadret i hoften, og havde megatravlt så jeg tror ikke, jeg var meget mere underholdene at være sammen med. Jeg kunne godt snart bruge ferie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til sidst en lille nyhed fra skolen. Som i nok ved, er jeg her uden at betale mit ophold. Jeg arbjeder lidt for skolen, og de to ting går op. Men det er pisseulovligt. Og skolen har brugt denne mulighed mange år, men for nylig var der en fra ledelsen der, ved en fejl, sendte et regnskab til CVU som styrer det, hvorpå der stod "blind passengers" og vores navne (vi er ca. 4 som mig her).. det blev CVU ikke glade for at læse, og har sendt skolen en streng streng advarsel. Det betyder, at fra nu af kan skolen ikke længere tage elever som mig ind, men kun folk der betaler, og det er virkelig ærligt... de gamle elever giver altid god stemning på holdet, og betyder meget for udviklingen af de andre elver. nok 30% eller sådan noget... men lad os se, om skolen ikke kan finde en lovlig omvej istedet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det var alt for denne gang. Jeg skal nok forsøge at poste mere efter weekenden, hvor jeg, forhåbentligt, har mere tid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilsen Jeppe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114915153926090882?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114915153926090882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114915153926090882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/06/lidt-af-hvert.html' title='Lidt af Hvert'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114824671714590415</id><published>2006-05-21T23:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:25:17.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Travl avl eller galning med maling.</title><content type='html'>Wow. Det er lykkedes mig at at blive temmelig travl. Lige så stille nærmer slutningen på opholdet sig (d. 16. juni), og jeg har en del projekter... jeg skal som skrevet lave en lille animation til min lærer, jeg har gang i et maleri med Jesper fra mit hold, og mit eget maleri, og vores maleundervisning, som tager en god del af min tid. Så har jeg også lidt stress med skolens hjemmeside, som jeg skal have opdateret en del mere... Og så er der selvf. alt det sædvanlige... så der er lidt tryk på pt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men altså, malingen går strygende fremad, det er vildt fedt, og jeg forestiller mig, at det bliver mit foretrukne medie inden længe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg skal nok poste nogle billeder af det jeg maler engang næste uge. Men nu nok for nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114824671714590415?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114824671714590415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114824671714590415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/05/travl-avl-eller-galning-med-maling.html' title='Travl avl eller galning med maling.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114764309421518327</id><published>2006-05-14T23:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:44:54.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tegningen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/Opslag%20til%20billede.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/Opslag%20til%20billede.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her er en ide til et maleri jeg er igang med sammen med en her... men selvf. mangler jeg lige et par års træninge for at kunne male det her. Suk.... tilbage til tegnebordet! Den lille ko på 3 billeder er jeg dog igang med at male, sådan, rigtigt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vores billede er forresten 140x100, så vidt jeg ved, pænt stort faktisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billedet her er tegnet fuldstændig uden reference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114764309421518327?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114764309421518327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114764309421518327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/05/tegningen.html' title='Tegningen.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114735737966985047</id><published>2006-05-11T16:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:33:02.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Artem Underviser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/ArtemUnderviser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/ArtemUnderviser.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her er så Artem, (igen?) når han underviser. Taget idag, faktisk. Jeg vil ikke gå nærmere ind på, hvad det er han forklarer, i kan alligevel ikke forstå det, men det var yderst spændene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det ser ud til at blive en rigtig stenet weekend. Vi har, åbenbart, fri imorgen, Store Bededag, lidt surt, og alle fra tegneskolen tager hjem, og mange andre herfra. Jeg skal have malet en del. Jeg skal også forberede mig på en film jeg skal lave til Artems band, The Artems. En kort animationsfilm, faktisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellers ikke meget at sige. Undervisningen med Artem går strygende fremad, og vi skal til at gå lidt i dybden med farver, hvilket nok bliver en dyr affære...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specielt til Søren:&lt;br /&gt;Han snakker om at designe det hvide. Han snakker i øjeblikket meget om, at vi ikke tegner det sorte, men det hvide. Derfor er det meget vigtigt, at man har for øje, hvordan den hvide form kommer til at se ud, istedet for den sorte. Det er vigtigt at gøre både den hvide, og den sorte, meget grafiske, så de er lette at aflæse. Det gælder specielt i longstudys, hvor det hvide ofte bliver lidt skørt og rillet, pga. alle skraveringerne. &lt;br /&gt;Øvelsen vi lavede den dag, gik ud på at male 4 former, med kontraster, som han viser på billedet, og så designe en hvid form indeni. Når man gør det, gælder det om, at den hvide form ikke skal have for mange "pigge" og arme, men være så simpel og stærk som muligt.&lt;br /&gt;Hvis man tænker på at designe det hvide, kommer man faktisk til at designe både det hvide og sorte automatisk, idet det hvide defineres af det sorte, som er det man kan operere med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En anden ting Artem også snakker meget om, er 50%. Der må ikke være 50% i tegningen, der skal altid være overvægt til den ene side. Der er intet i naturen der er symetrisk, og hvis man laver noget 50%, bliver der kedeligt, og man kan faktisk ligeså godt lade være med at lave det. Tegning, såvel som livet, handler om at tage en beslutning. Og når man så har taget den forkerte beslutning første, anden, trejde og fjerde gang, så tager man den rigtige den femte. Det er beslutninger der gør tegninger stærke, bl.a. fordi beskueren skal kunne se, at man har villet noget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forstår du? Eller mail, eller msn, så skal jeg forklare mere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114735737966985047?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114735737966985047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114735737966985047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/05/artem-underviser.html' title='Artem Underviser.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114667424580951018</id><published>2006-05-03T18:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:37:25.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Miav?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/Miav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/Miav.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Det er så synderen, som spiste mine 2 striksokker, min strikhue og min hjemmestrikkede hættetrøjesewater. Er den så stadig sød måske?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114667424580951018?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114667424580951018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114667424580951018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/05/miav.html' title='Miav?'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114655924482244920</id><published>2006-05-02T10:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T10:41:10.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeppe kigger på sine tegninger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppKiggerP%3F%3FTegninger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/400/JeppKiggerP%3F%3FTegninger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idag kom Artem tilbage, min første lærer på stedet her, for et år siden. Så idag har vi kigget alle vores studier igennem, og ryttet en god del op...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sidder jeg og kigger på nogle af mine tegninger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil se at få taget et par billeder af ham idag, som jeg kan lægge ud, så i kan se hvordan han ser ud nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg vil også poste nogle flere af mine tegninger senere, håber jeg på.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114655924482244920?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114655924482244920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114655924482244920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/05/jeppe-kigger-p-sine-tegninger.html' title='Jeppe kigger på sine tegninger.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114600001885759426</id><published>2006-04-25T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:20:19.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iben og Maria, mine 2 lærere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/IbenOgMariaKombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/400/IbenOgMariaKombo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iben helt til venstre, og Maria til højre. Altså dem der sidder og underviser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denne uge er den sidste med Iben og Maria, derefter kommer den faste lærer, Artem(billedet er temmelig gammelt, men det bedste jeg kunne skaffe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/Artem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/Artem.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er både godt og dårlig, eftersom Artem er en virkelig dygtig lærer i tegning, men det er surt, for Iben og Maria er vildt fede lærere også, og jeg kommer da bestemt til at savne deres undervisning. Men jeg er spændt på at se, hvordan Artem vil håndtere vores hold, som han kun skal have i 1½ måned ca. Det skal nok blive interessant. Jeg glæder mig ihvertfald.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114600001885759426?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114600001885759426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114600001885759426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/04/iben-og-maria-mine-2-lrere.html' title='Iben og Maria, mine 2 lærere'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114599887310043603</id><published>2006-04-25T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:01:13.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeppe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/B%3F%3FH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/B%3F%3FH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her er så et billede af mig. Ikke så fantastisk, men her er jeg.&lt;br /&gt;Min gode ven heroppe Israel (fra Mexico), har haft besøg af sin ven fra Mexico de to sidste uger, men han tog hjem igår. Det har ellers været meget hyggeligt med ham på besøg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... hvad har jeg lavet. Ja, godt spørgsmål faktisk. Tiden flyver afsted for øjeblikket, og jeg har faktisk lige været hjemme i weekenden, så der er ikke meget at fortælle. Men poster lige noget mere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114599887310043603?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114599887310043603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114599887310043603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/04/jeppe.html' title='Jeppe'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114514936233636349</id><published>2006-04-16T02:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T03:02:42.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Undervisningen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/PauseIUndervisningen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/PauseIUndervisningen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her er der pause i undervisningen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fra venstre, oppe: Henrik, Maria (min lærer), Jesper, Anders, Michael.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114514936233636349?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114514936233636349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114514936233636349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/04/undervisningen.html' title='Undervisningen.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114468334913190449</id><published>2006-04-10T17:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:36:21.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fritid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/TegnerIsrael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/TegnerIsrael.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg afslutter et portræt af Israel, som jeg har arbejdet på (for) længe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114468334913190449?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114468334913190449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114468334913190449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/04/fritid.html' title='Fritid'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114468261561940237</id><published>2006-04-10T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:36:05.573+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tegning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/Skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/Skull.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tegning jeg arbejder på for tiden, uden for skolen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114468261561940237?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114468261561940237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114468261561940237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/04/tegning.html' title='Tegning'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114445451727393630</id><published>2006-04-08T01:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T02:01:57.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mig selv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/JeppeFace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til dem der har glemt hvordan jeg ser ud:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114445451727393630?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114445451727393630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114445451727393630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/04/mig-selv.html' title='Mig selv.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114445362869355873</id><published>2006-04-08T01:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:47:08.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arbejd arbejd!</title><content type='html'>Her sidder jeg så og arbejder flittigt ved bordet, mens min ene lærer (Maria) synes det er fedt at tage billeder af mig:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/ArbejderVedBord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/ArbejderVedBord.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114445362869355873?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114445362869355873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114445362869355873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/04/arbejd-arbejd.html' title='Arbejd arbejd!'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25632109.post-114445279652966412</id><published>2006-04-08T01:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:33:16.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/BorisOgOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/320/BorisOgOS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hejsa.&lt;br /&gt;This will not be an english blog (yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er altså min blog. Jeg vil prøve at se, om jeg kan få opdateret den regelmæssigt, 1-2 gange om ugen nok. Måske mere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her er et billede af min lærer i rusland:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25632109-114445279652966412?l=flaboere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114445279652966412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25632109/posts/default/114445279652966412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaboere.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-start.html' title='Blog start.'/><author><name>FlabOere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042912377089339511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/504/2681/1600/JeppeFace.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
