Thats Sweden !!!
Swedish Vs. UK Nightclubs

I’ve worked nearly every shift in the world in the myriad jobs I have had the pleasure of toiling at.  Swing?  Early AM?  Graveyard?  Splits?  Late Evening + Early AM?  3 hours?  4 hours?  12?  8?  I feel like I’ve done them all.  I found though, that I really do like the full 12 hour graveyard  Why you ask?  First, less bullshit.  No management, PT, OT, social work or docs.  This of course has it’s disadvantages too, but you soon learn to deal.  Second, the mood is different.  Many of my night shift colleagues and I figure we have 12 hours to get everything done and the pace kind of reflects that.  Third, it starts with a bang, then usually calms by morning.  Though some nights you start with a bang and it never stops.  Did I mention lack of management in the house?

Thing is with nights is that it is completely opposite from the rest of the world and our natural circadian rhythm.  Nature did not mean for us to be up all night when we should be sleeping.  Guess that’s why night shift work is considered a carcinogen.  After 2 weeks of flip-flopping back and forth from nights to days made me realize that I may have what works for me to help me “survive” the night shift.  I’ve seen severl post around the blogosphere talking about this, so I figured to add my voice to the fray.

Wanderer’s Tips to Night Shift Survival, volume 1.

1  Pick a millieu.  Say what?  It’s simple:  decide if you are going to stay on nights or are going to flip back and forth.  I know that I function better when I’m more consistent.  I plan my schedule to cluster my days and work a 3 on, 2 off, 3 on, 6 off rotating schedule.  During those 2 days I stay a night owl and don’t flip back to days until the 6 day stretch.  But I don’t have a long stretch like that, you say.  Bribe your scheduler.  Seriously, having a block of time to be “normal” will make you feel better and more apt to stay fresh when you’re back on nights.

2.  Don’t rely on caffeine.  I know that’s heresy to say to night shifters, but too much caffeine only makes you shaky after awhile.  And you’re still tired.  I usually have some sort of caffeine at 2am or so but I’m not mainlining it all night long.

3.  Stay hydrated.  I know that leads to the need to pee which we never seem to have, but it will make you feel better.  Plus you have to counter the diuretic effect of all that caffeine.

4.  Eat small.  No big meals.  It will only make you slow and tired as you digest.

5.  Get some sun if you can.  I know during the winter it can be tough, but I swear getting some sun in my face makes me feel better.

6.  Exercise.  A little bit of something to raise the heart beat before bed can help you sleep better.  I ride a bike every day I can and on those days where I don’t I miss it.  Plus it helps me drown out the night prior.

7.  Black out curtains and a face mask.  Best money I have spent on things to help me sleep.

8.  Pharmaceuticl help.  I have an issue sleeping on my non-work days so I have turned to the occasional help of Ambien.  I maximize sleep when I can.  Things like Benadryl/Tyelonl PM/Unisom/Melatonin can leave you with a bit of a hangover effect, but they work.  Caveat emptor.

9.  Realize that you’re going to miss out on things and make peace with that.  Sleep is needed and you have to guard it jealously.  A favorite story of mine is a friend who worked nights and their mother kept calling at 1pm, when they were asleep.  She would say, “I thought you would be awake.” So my friend decided to turn it around and call their family at 2am…they should be up right? It only took one time for their mom to get the point.  Your family, friend, telemarketers etc. all need to know that you sleep in the day,just like they sleep in the night.  It’s hard if you have kids though…good luck.  So turn off the phone and crash out.

10.  Understand that you will get tired of nights at one point and decide to go to the “Light Side.”  Truly you are a sell-out, but the reality is that those who stay on nights are just jealous…

Hope this helps.  I swear by all of this and has kept me “sane” for nearly 3 years.  Granted that “sane” is a relative term…

Mix To Go Magazine Presents

DANCE AFTER DARK | The Mix Show

The theme: “At A Classic Pitch”

Dance After Dark

Mix by DJ FREEDOM

Live at 632 Studios in Brooklyn, New York City

Monday, November 23, 2009

(DOWNLOAD LINK AT BOTTOM OF SONG LIST)

SONG LIST:

(1) Razamatazz (Free*Mix) – Quincy Jones

(2) Portuguese Love (Free*Mix) – Phil Asher’s Miami Samba Vs DJ Freedom’s Tribal

(3) You’re My Latest, My Greatest Inspiration (Quentin Harris Remix) – Teddy Pendergrass

(4) Make Sure Your Sure (Quentin Harris & Timmy Regisford Remix) – Stevie Wonder

(5) Baby I’m Scared of You (Free*Mix) – Womack & Womack

(6) Still In Love With You (Masters At Work Dub) – Melisa Morgan

(7) Forget Me Nots (DJ Freedom’s Back To Basics Mix) – Patrice Rushen

(8) Club Lonely (Original Vocal Mix) – Lil Louis

(9) Everybody Dance – Chic

(10) Encore (Freedom’s Classic Club Vocal Remix) – Cheryl Lynn

(11) In The AM (Quentin’s Remix Vs DJ Freedom’s Remix) – Mary J Blige…dedicated to cousin Ann Douglas!

(12) Horizons (Freedom’s Classic House Remix) – The Sylvers

(13) Nights Over Egypt (Freedom’s Nights Over Ibiza Remix) – The Jones Girls

(14) Super Constellation 2009 (Freedom’s Disco Pitch Remix) – Sousa & Mad

(15) Ecstasy (Freedom’s Classic Pitch Remix) – Barry White

(16) Ready 4 More – International Featuring Miss Lynsey

(17) The Night The Lights Went Out (The Black Science Orchestra Remix) – The Trammps

(18) Don’t Talk Just Dance _Free*Mix Project Featuring Jon B

(19) No One – Maxwell

(20) Bad Times (I Can’t Stand It) -Captain Rapp

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=FIWPVCN4

As i promised, I’ve added more photos of my Birthday, Enjoy.

From left to right: Yuri, Snoopfella, Sszark, Purce, Viralj (Me), Fra and Gibbo

From left to right: Alessia, Alice, Viralj (Me) and Katy

This is another photo of the impressive Cake that we ate… It’s so huge…

In this photo we have an intruder…

Last Friday we celebrated my twentieth birthday. We spent the Friday night in my hometown waiting for midnight. Then we went to “Dresscode”, a disco near Pisa. The funny thing about this birthday is that we were all suited. I’ll not write much about that night because of the alcohol, but I’ll post some photos of us. I’ll post more photos when i get them from my friends.

I start with the cake, a huge 5 kilos croissant with 3 kilos of chocolate. Eating it was a shocking experience for all except for snoopfella who ate it like a sandwich. We thought of taking the diabetes just looking at it.

The baker told us that this cake is meant to be eaten by 30 people. We ate it in 10.

During the evening we visited many pubs and bars. In one of these called “Lo Sfizio” We made some photos, even if our faces were severely tested by the many bottles of Prosecco.

From left to right: Purce, Viralj (Me), Fra

And when finally the Scotch arrived not only our view but also the photos started to fade

From left to right: Gibbo, Viralj (me), Snoopfella.

It was a good night after all, especially the disco part although i don’t remember much of that. As soon as i can I’ll add more photos of this night, so come check the blog. See you soon with more news and stuff.

So what seems like forever ago, I was attending CEGEP (Quebec’s equivalent of college) where I learned what feels like too little for the amount of time and effort spent there. Maybe I just wasn’t motivated enough and didn’t grasp the full potential of what my program had to offer, but the truth is, time’s are changing, especially media-arts-wise and since my enrollment they’ve made many adjustments to the program.

Anyways it’s been a while since I made my last video, but I made a quick edit of the Kap Bambino show I went to last Friday at Foufounes Électriques. Martial Caroline, the singer, puts on a wicked show, and it made for a lot of sweet footage. Bouvier Orion is the DJ and with the way the show was set-up I couldn’t get any spectacular shots of him, but you can catch him at the end of the video as he walks off stage to call it a night. The track used for the video is Zero Life from their album Zero Life Night Vision.

I had to convert the original .avi to .mov and lost a bunch of quality in the process. I Didn’t notice ’til pretty much done the edit, but I won’t make another edit until I find a  solution. The next one will be better!

: )

www.myspace.com/kapbambino

because this is my blog i think i’ll say whatever i want to say.

i’m angry and tired and i don’t deal with people very well when i’m in this kind of mood.

people who really know me tend to react normally to this and jst go along with it and go along with things like evrythng’s prfectly normal while i scream and shout and whine in the background.

they don’t ask.

they don’t comment.

they jst let me have my screaming+emo moments while they talk and have normal conversations with a screamo me.

normal as in they talkng and me screaming.

if i can’t scream then i’m gonna have to need a lot of crying.

if i can’t cry then i sing.

and if not then maybe i’ll read. some overly complicated melancholic piece of writing that breaks my heart to pieces.

or perhaps i’ll write. somewhere. like what i’m doing right now.

in whichever way, i  have my outlet and my release.

that’s jst how i deal with thngs.

and those people who really know me lets me deal with it the way i want to, no matter how weird a screamo+talking cnversation sounds like.

they jst let me. be.

and i think i like that. unless in situations where i really feel like listening to someone’s response on that matter – then i’m gonna need someone to really respond. then i’ll ask and i’ll listen and i’ll scream less.

talking is a foreign task sometimes.

i don’t do well talking in these selective moments.

screaming or whining is easy, but talking gets difficult at a time like this.

especially not to people.

no matter if it’s on the phone or face to face.

so i really don’t like it when people assume that they know me and my situation.

and start telling me what i should do, react or feel.

and don’t tell me things that you think i need to hear.

especially if you’re jst too damn unconvincing. in all that crap.

so it’s okay.

you can save your phone credits while i save on my phonebills.

bcause no matter in what form, it is still money.

and i still have to pay.

because i floss on my own dough.

i don’t have the capacity to dig and floss on others.

and even if i was given enough dough to floss on, it’s not that easy for me to bring myslf to do it.

because that’s not my dough, i didn’t earn it with my own hands.

what right do i have to floss it and flaunt it as if it’s mine?

what, do i not have some sense of honour to honour another soul’s sweat and blood?

am i really that kind of a self-centred bloodsucker?

so if i’m not a bloodsucker then why should i allow myslf to be blood-sucked by bloodsuckers?

of course people want money. people work for money. people save money.

evryone [i know] wants to have their fair share of having money in their hands.

well so do i.

so why should i spend my money so that you could save yours?

can you be any more transparent?

because it looks like i can see through you.

i guess your camouflage needs a lot more practice and upgrading.

well

good luck with that.

Haven’t wrote on here for a while. Should begin to do this regularly, I only seem to write things of significance.
Saying that many things have happens but I’m only going to outline one.

I’ve been working at B&Q for 9 months, On a temporary contract I might add. It’s a decent job, good money decent staff.. Most of the time.

Last week I was given my 4 week notice. It was unexpected to say the least, and I was annoyed for the simple fact that I have proven myself time after time.

Two days later. The entire night crew are called for a meeting. Some of us had a feeling that it was worse case scenario and funnily enough it was. Night crew is shutting down and all perminant staff have been offered redundency.

You can imagine that moral is at an all time low. All I can do now it look for a new job. It’s gonna be difficult with most, if not all the Christmas temp jobs are filled. But life goes on…

Debería haber más fotos… falta mucha gente por aquí!

La próxima con los Pains, en el Jazzaldi

I may or may not have been interested in this party anyway, but with the mention of Ararat, the amazing Arabic food prepared by the same charming owner behind east side coffeeshop GEM Hot Mama’s Espresso Bar, I was in.

There will be belly dancing performances by Sabaya Bellydance and music by DJ Kurv.

8-10:30p TONIGHT at Red Fez.

As for those Longhorn Days?

It’s UT’s last home game, a primetimer against Kansas that starts at 7pm.

Tailgating spots are as usual: Austin SSC at 18th & MLK ($7 for food and beer) or Austin Young Chamber of Commerce & Big Society tailgate at 17th & Congress ($15 donation to Big Brothers Big Sisters gets free food and drinks, free entertainment by Todd Phelps).

Sometimes I get so lonely.

Sometimes I get so bored.

Sometimes I think I  might just take the knife from the kitchen draw.

Sometimes I just wish someone were here.

Anyone.

Vaya descubrimiento Black Joe Lewis y los Honeybears!

Dos de ellos, Derek y Jason, majísimos

Esta noche más!

The NiGHTS community has been holding a Don’t Forget NiGHTS campaign for Sonic and SEGA All-Stars Racing. They believe that NiGHTS may not be a playable character in the upcoming game being developed by Sumo, thus they have started this campaign to try to convince them he should be in.

After sending out tons of emails to Sumo they have now decided to send a second wave to Sega. Many of the various communities are shrugging this off saying “Well NiGHTS was in the last 2 Superstar games, so why wouldn’t he be in this one?” but they claim he is not a playable character and won’t even make it as DLC unless you help with their campaign.

If you don’t think they are serious then you should also know that the 2 founders of the site (Trippy and Digi) are planning to burn all their NiGHTS merchandise if he makes it in. That’s right… burn it! Every Sega fan knows how rare and expensive NiGHTS merchandise can be so you know their serious! If you wish to help out then all the details can be found here.

i’m here bcause i need to read somethng bfore i go to sleep.

owh yeah, my friend’s wedding invitation arrived [even before i got home]. it was a dark coloured card with white ribbons. and matte gold writings on white paper inside.

these couple of days was quite a passing whirlwind. haha. a rather enjoyable whirlwind, i guess.

we celebrated my lil brothers’ birthday.

we bought takeaways and a pretty fruity cake, but then by the time we finished eating the meal we were too full for the cake.

i was like : let’s blow the candles and sing first.

after  the whole candle blowing and singing i jst said : we’ll jst eat this tomorrow, okay? and covered it with the box and put it inside the fridge.

O_o

anyway.

my project trip tomorrow is postponed to next week.

*is perplexed*

*was worried. now worries a little more*

you know, when i worry about somethng, it’s usually with reason.

and usually my reasons were never wrong.

i may be a constant worrywart and worry all the time.

but i have my reasons and in a lot of instances, they are reason enough and they are true.

they are significant.

i don’t crap with my words.

i think i can respect what people believe in.

even though i may not know as much.

and if it’s a big deal then it is a BIG deal.

and the other day.

well.

a few days ago when i came back, i spoke about my plans.

you see, that’s the thing.

they’re my plans.

i wanna do what i wanna do – at my own pace.

and then suddenly it’s your plans.

and your dreams.

your BIG dreams.

i don’t dare to dream BIG.

if it doesn’t come true my heart can’t take it.

you have to undrstand that

i can’t follow your dreams

i can’t just go along with it like i always do

i’m tired

of being old enough to decide but still

unable to decide

because of evrythng

because of your dreams and your expectations

because i can’t.

Some for the dancers out there

Cuanto caliente soy!!!

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Atomic Jello Shots, bitches!

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Hell yummy yeah!

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it’s 2a.m in the morning.

i’m at home. writing this entry frm our living room pc.

this time it doesn’t quite feel permanent.

because i’ll have to go away again soon.

o how life sometimes takes away life from the living.

i have so much more to fulfill it’s almost frightening.

and so much more to lose.

i just needed to be.

needed to know that i can be.

all that i need to be.

Igual que el viaje a Madrid de hace dos semanas: para estar menos de 24h e ir a un concierto, esta vez el de Plushgun

Viendo el paisaje desde el tren, ya en la ciudad tratando de orientarme sin mapas, mirando tiendas, paseando sin perderme, quedando con amigos de aquí que están allí aunque sea temporalmente (Ibon! Xabi! ), cantando como la que más en Plushgun y bailando en una fiesta soul, muy muy divertido!

Sólo hay evidencia gráfica del concierto:

I have to thank Dan (and the rest of the band) for everything; he’s one of the nicest, most genuine people there are

Tjenixen alla små söta människor! Det är söndag, jag borde plugga, men gör jag det? Nej. Såklart inte. Istället gör jag allt jag inte borde göra, som att slappa, kolla film och äta pepparkakor. Inte bra, inte bra alls faktiskt! Borde kanske ta ett ryck och sätta igång så jag inte behöver göra allt imorrn. Vi får se…

Imorgon är det måndag igen (captain obvious) och då ska vi ha geografi igen efter fyra veckor. Tror inte jag kommer klara av att sitta i tre timmar och inte göra ett piss förutom att lyssna sönder mina öron på en monoton lärare som inte säger någonting intressant! Bajs på det. Och bajs på att jag endast tjatar om skolan.

Satt och kollade igenom en gammal låda med massa teckningar, kladdpapper och annat från skolan som vi har ritat på lektionerna och insåg hur mycket jag saknar allt. Allt man hade under hela högstadiet, alla vänner som man kände så väl att man förstod exakt allt dom sa. Man kunde spendera en hel lektion med att bara rita, skratta och skämta utan att man inte förstod någonting när man skulle skriva sina uppgifter. Alla helger man slapp plugga och kunde spendera med kompisar, kolla på film, åka till malmö, vara uppe hela natten utan att vara helt förstörd dagen efter.

Jag vill inte bli vuxen! Jag vill inte att allt man hade ska försvinna. Jag står inte ut med att träffa alla mindre än en gång i månaden, jag vill inte förlora allt och alla. Jag hatar detta! Jag vill stanna på degebergaskolan, men samtidigt vill jag uppleva något helt nytt utan att allt försvinner. Det värsta jag vet med att åka till USA är att jag är rädd att inte ha någon kvar när jag kommer tillbaka. Att igen bryr sig, att inte komma in i den nya klassen och att förlora den gamla.

the annual mother daughter tricky tray,
laughs tears, but more over, just a great time

mi mamma

being silly

Whats up social candy? The frivolous world speaks Spanish with you. I have no subdued thoughts on this matter. Well here is someone I am trying to hold on to against my better judgement. How far does the mind wander? Does it always have finger to point. Is it just being judgmental or plain showing you the way. However ignorant. Qui. How ever ignorant and egotistical that shitfuckin bastard consciousness can be. 

I’d probably curl up again like I did on my birthday. Listen to Led Zeppelin 1 really loud. And hope for the Berlin wall to come down again. Or perhaps just dream. The sandy fluctuations of dream periphery. The magnitude of the sad snail creeping on a come up. A gunshot in Palestine. How much love could I possibly have for solo la una persona. Never have I been so ripe with sadness. I am 28 years old, and have only just wrote the best sex letter of life. Only having conjured up the balls to purchase KY jelly at a department store.

Innate seclusion. Memory can’t speak. Neither can the right feeling. Sometimes I supposed it is better to plain know. But how would you. I am having daydream nightmare. Whatever you call those. I am wishing so bad to go back to that take out restaurant in Portland where I once at chicken lo mein. Is the coffee hot in Eleanor’s kitchen. Do Wednesday mornings still have the same smell before going to yoga classes with a full day ahead. What is the luxury of not worrying about worrying to worry about everything. What is the last lesson you learnt by heart and remembered by heart because you never forced yourself to learn it. 

I want to start cooking again for someone to taste it and appreciate it even though you know it was the most diluted lamb curry that spilled over the sides of their plates. And have them kiss you on the lips and taste the sweet lemonade on their tongue. Well, cool Wednesday nights pass you by. Never wanting to be the same day anymore, nor the same month or same life.