John L. Wathen, Hurricane Creekkeeper and Alabama environmental activist, flew over the oil slick area on June 21 documenting the BP Oil spill fires and how it's now covering dolphins and whales.

When I wasn't busy chasing down interviews (this is surprisingly hard when press conferences move about randomly and jury members aren't let out for lunch on time) I was checking out the work, walking out of the Zuckerberg (a.k.a the most visited seminar ever!) in Cannes as Mark dodged every question and I have no patience at all in non-airconditioned venues, and bumping into people I've known over the web for years practically everywhere. In a word, I had fun.

I also acted as moral support / random interjector when Adverve did an interview with JoeLaPompe, as I hung out with Angela Natividad quite a lot in Cannes as evident in her wrapup of the week.

Checking the award exhibition with Joelapompe was like having two two-hundred year old people walk around stating "seen it" about almost everything, including one piece of student work, that I couldn't bring myself to photograph, because I was too exhausted to even bother digging for my camera. (The visual was a waterbottle-shape made from a sheet of bubble-wrap. Seen it, can't be bothered digging up where.)

I tweeted a lot of naps to DavidonDemand whom I actually avoided for fear of being all over teh intarwebs - he he. Adverve had a chat with him as well, check it out here.

From Burkas and Birkins:

SATC2 takes everything that I hold dear as a woman and as a human—working hard, contributing to society, not being an entitled cunt like it's my job—and rapes it to death with a stiletto that costs more than my car.

Next time someone asks why I don't like Sex and the city, I'll just show them this review that sums it all up.

Hypnotic. Especiall when it reacts to my tweets of #thoughtmade. Shame I'm not there to stuff my face!

It's no secret that I really dislike Facebook. It's not their constant sudden changes to the API or the UI or their privacy policy that spurred my dislike. Heck, its not even the whole "backed by the CIA" creepyness. It's the uselessness of pals who think facebook is email. Holy cow people, if you can't use email, you're too stupid to be my friend.

But hey, if you want other reasons to dislike facebook, I got them too. Facebook leaks IP addresses. Facebook reckon data portability is criminal, making it very clear that they own your data, not you. Facebook forced people to use "connections", anyone who didn't was unlinked. Facebook threatens to sue a developer for collecting the data they have collected, because they know that data's worth. Here's a handy timeline of Facebooks eroding privacy policy for those at home unable to keep up. Here's a neat graph showing the same timeline.

Hell, even Wired thinks that Facebook’s Gone Rogue - and it’s Time for an Open Alternative.

Sure, this might seem like a strange set of links from someone who just installed the "like" button on adland, I just don't expect the mass exit from Facebook quite yet.

Mainly because people are lazy. Facebook has shut down sites like seppukoo and Suicide 2.0 as they made it too dang easy to leave facebook. Now you'll have to do it the hard way, and this means Facebook still stores you data somewhere, even if you plan on never coming back. Deleting all your images, interests and friend connections before leaving takes time. And what if you want to keep that carefully honed list of favorite movies? There's the aptly named give me my data app that'll grab all that for you, and save it on your own computer. Quick use it before Facebook sends a cease and desist to them as well!

But of course, the reason people don't leave FB is because people don't leave FB (this is why they make it so hard, guys). Remember Sixdegrees? I do, I was on it. It's the pre-facebook FB, and if you had friends on it who wanted you to join, it would pester you with emails, much like Facebook does today. I joined, connected to friends, decided it was a waste of my time after a few goes and set up an access rule in my sendmail so that sixdegrees.com could never email me. I didn't even notice when the site died. (I have a similar access rule for facebook, as people keep asking me to join that too, unaware that I deleted my account more than 5 years ago because I didn't want to be on facebook and poked by the socially awkward dweeb who sat behind in biology class in eight grade, jesus christ people, we loose touch for a reason.)

But think about it, you're on FB, and at least one (and that is by a very conservative estimate) of your friends is a rabid friends collector who believes that FB is a game where the object is to collect as many friends as possible. This connects you to so many people you may or may not know, or care much about. Remember the Creative Director of DraftFCB was arrested on suspicion of attempted murder, because one of his friends happened to be a gal he went to a class in UNI with, and it was her ex-husband that was almost killed. What if someone you're "friends" with on FB is a complete nutcase, and decides one day to crash a plane into the IRS building. God forbid you gave him a "like" on any random status update just hours prior, you'll be hauled in for a quick chat with the cops for sure. Don't forget that everyone else can see your stuff, like that depressed woman had her sick-leave benefits withdrawn because she looked happy on Facebook and countless other stories. Use of social networking sites in investigations isn't new, but I'm sure there are a lot of far-off aquaintances to Faisal Shahzad who wish they never accepted his friend request right now. Oh, don't even get me started on the fact that once you're newsworthy all your facebook photos are fair game for every news outlet, keep that in mind next time you upload your party images as they might be used as your identifying image if you die in some horrible bombing. You don't look that good with a lampshade on your head. Facebook can do anything they want with your pictures, including selling/giving them to the AP.

The age of privacy is over. Oh really? I am not where you think I am, my Flickr account is deliberately tiny. My twitter updates may clue you in to what a warped sense of humor I have and what my music tastes are, but you don't know everything about me, nor who I consider to be my friends. I like it that way.

What did I do when I found out that I had won the Radostar trip to design week in Milano (for my portrait of Yuri Gagarin) together with Benjamin Claessen, Lee Walsh, Claire Hartigan and Elvis Tomljenovic? I panicked, of course. Then i grabbed a few buckets of paint and spent 36 hours straight awake painting a wall tattoo - which is the pattern from my one of a kind* deep purple Turkmen rug, blown up huge on my office wall. The only reason I stopped was because it was 5:30 in the morning and I had a flight to Milan to catch.

Hit play on the music, then play on the film. Yes, low-tech, but I'm a little short of time today. ;)

Yes! It's time for me to TORTURE y'all with my answer to: So, how was your vacation in Orlando?. But instead of looking at slides, you get a little video starring miss playful.

I was using Perle's camera (when she'd let me), and discovered one of the last days there that, oh-la-la, it does video too. Not the greatest video, but you do understand how the vacation was. FUN! As in girls just wanna have. Also, that move she pulls when she attack-hugs a boy at 2:30 mark - I did not teach her that. It's genetics.

For those who don't understand Swedish, at the very end she says: Mom, stop taking pictures of me.

There were many brilliant people that tutored us at the SCA back in the day, the two that really made their permanent impression on me were Dave Trott and Paul Arden, so I did my best trying to make a permanent impression on them - even to the point of almost giving Paul Arden a heart attack.

I sobbed the entire weekend when I learned of Paul's death, as if I had lost a family member and felt very strange about such a strong reaction, but that'll tell you how deep he cut into my ad-soul when I was young adpup. I even had him as a reference with phone# on my first CV, which at one Swedish CD looked at and said "Who is Paul Arden?" *palmface*

So days like this one, when practically everything I have said is being questioned, re-finding these tweets shed a little light in my gray day. I'm gonna have 'em bronzed.

Dear Webmaster,
I sent you an email on March 11, 2010, with a subject line of "Partnership Request from [redacted]" Did you receive it? Our advertising agency identified your website as being relevant and on target with our client's advertising goals.

Sometimes I even reply. Like today.

I ignored it because you're calling me "webmaster" and emailing from linkbuilding-dot-something
Cyas!

...and just to really hammer home that they are lost in the dark, they respond.

Hello Cyas,
I am sorry if you don't want to be called webmaster, its actually an SEO term.
Kind regards,

Here's a penny, go out and buy yourself a clue.

LOLKim jong il, pick up where all the other LOL-variants have gone. Remember lolkoran, LOL T.S. Eliot, Schrödinger's lolcat. Heck, LOLcats are in ur bibul, rewritin teh Scripchur, and there's LOLTheist - because blasphemy is teh funneh. For a while there even adtothebone was getting their LOLads on. This had to lead to LOLcode, of course.

You need to see "I has a bucket", and add the funny of the early Lolrobots to get why I laugh whenever I see my daugthers door.

see more Lolcats and funny pictures

....and moi who got so exited about the shot I had to place my dumb shadow right between them.

I've had a thing about Atlanta for quite a while now, surfing every site about the place to figure out how it might be to live there, and as luck has it I know Brandon one of the School of Humans founders, his missus Trudy and their adorable baby girl @carysbarr who treated me to lunch in little five point during my long Atlanta layover. The hood was exactly as I had pictured it, but with better vintage stores (I almost scored an Elvira-dress, the only thing that stopped me was my sensible side knowing that I seldom get to prance around all decked out in rhinestone-covered gala dresses), and now I'm totally sold on the place and want to live there. I even got to peek at Brandon's house which is adorable and has a pink flamingo in the garden, how awesome is that? Now that Perle has learned to eat american food (on our Boston trip she basically survived on fruit alone), even she agrees: "Lets move here, it's summer all the time!"

I wish I had stayed longer actually, the south has a special place in my heart and Georgia works for me.

I fell abruptly in love with Yelle yesterday and had this itch to make a playlist called Femme Fatale, filled with french accents and women, or preferably a combination of both. If you fancy some grr-gals with those sexy R's in your ears, go ahead and play.

Because Sundays are for cleaning, and then watching the turtle enjoy a fresh tank.

Music we were playing (but the mike was incorrectly configured I realize now) turn it on.

This lady on the left just received a digital proposal from me.

Wth? Yes, I'm straight, but Terri Carlson says she will marry for health insurance, which might seem like pretty drastic measures, but as she explains it's her only option. We got that over here in Sweden you know!

To draw a little attention to her, me and a few partners in GPS-crime dashed around the world in my superfast sonic boom airplane. *ahem* We checked in at Treriksröset - the border between Finland, Sweden and Norway declaring that we were on our way to Terri Carlson. A hop and a skip later, we checked into the San Diego Post Office and that's where I proposed.

A skip and a bop after that we all appeared at the Senate urging them to help. They are the ones in power after all.

Finally we ended our trip at Big Ben declaring it's time to help Terri Carlson.

All in all, a nice little tour.

See also Jonk the pirate boys notes on Gowalla Flashmob and Gowalla Flashmob posted by John Ankarström, and Flashmob i Gowalla posted by Nikkelin (if you read Swedish). See also Artoo "I'm a hacker" (Swedish)

Update! Terri likes us! also noted by Jonk the pirate boy

I just read your article. I LOVED it!! You guys are the best. My family was from Sweden. I am 100% Swed but was born and now stuck in hell in the US.
It warms my heart that all of you took time out of your lifes to think about me. I really cant thank you enough. The US send billions to Haiti to provide medical care to them while there own tax paying people suffer and die. Its shameful!
I needed to let you know how much your support means to me.
Blessings to you all! Terri

Aw. That was fun.
Terri has also posted this link on her In the news page.