Exam and Graduation

I just got home from my last Exam for Beginners in German II. It went so bad, I'm so ashamed! I know that I kow more than I showed on the test. It's just that I haven't found my way around things the last week. I couldn't find my study routine and I've kept falling behind. I've also been more focused on the friends that I have who are leaving and the news/updates on Gaza. Been trying to keep myself active in that area. so it has all taken over my study time. I'm fully exhausted! Late nights, overload of German spinning around in my head, balancing work, extra "curricular" activities... I even got a headache this evening.


I sat almost the full 3 hours and afterwards I wound up at Helens to be fed some great pasta with pesto. Helen, Emily, Marlis and I. Then home, now home. I spotted an awesome cloud on my way home (I'll be posting a picture of it here.)

So, tomorrow is a big day! As one can hear from miles away, all HS Seniors are graduating to and fro. Tomorrow it is Mathildas time to run out in her white dress through the doors to freedom. I'll be there, Louise will be there, others will be there, her family will be there...

I kind of would like to graduate again. The whole process is fun. Very liberating, which it should feel like with all right.

Protect the ship Rachel Corrie!

~I've been a bit slow with the news, I know.


Bless Ireland for sending another ship to Gaza! I hope that it will reach its destination and help the people who are barricaded there. I also hope that the people onboard the ship won't be targets of violence. However, DN (Dagens Nyheter, a Swedish newspaper) informed us readers that the Jerusalem Post has confirmed that an anonymous Marine Officer tells that when they boarded the first ship, they acted as if it was war and that the next time this happens they will be using bigger forces.

Irelands Prime Minister Brian Cowen has threatened Israel that if any of the passengers on board Rachel Corrie gets injured, Israel will be suffering severe consequences. I think that is right said, this has gone way out of line and Israel must be madly blind and stupid to not see what it is they're doing. Not only does the Secretary-General of the UN Ban Ki-Moon (Ban is his family name, so western-wise we would say Ki-Moon Ban) demand this barricade to seize, the whole World is. Can you be more blind when the whole World is revolting?

To show support and responsibility as a citizen of planet Earth, here is another petition to sign for the protection of Rachel Corrie:

http://www.namnlista.se/ship-to-gaza-skydda-rachel-corrie/

So the US proposed Nethanyahu an independent commission of inquiry. Let's hope it gets done, but the newspapers say that the political sources in Israel have told him not to rush into to his decision.

Also BBC and Sky [News] have decided to refuse Gaza aid appeal. Why? (And I sort of understand, they want to be all diplomatic and shit, but this is like a major exception. This is not the time to be diplomatic when devastating events shock the whole world.) This is taken directly from cnn.com "Sky News said airing the appeal would compromise its reputation for fairness".

It only states Sky News but I suppose if two newspapers support each other in action, it's because of the same reason. I say support the majoring voice in this World. We don't want to mistakenly say that it is by any chance okay to barricade people! We are trying to say the opposite and bring back sanity.

Update: The "Gaza: Investigate the raid, end the blockade"-petition has reached 300,000 signatures and it's still being signed! (I wonder if I could get my mother to sign it? She's not so fond of signing petitions because she's afraid that her name might end up in the wrong hands.I can understand that though.)

Putting a smile on a hollow body

~I'm drained. I'm empty.

I can't describe it. I can't even understand it. I don't even know the cause.

I have managed to get through this day by putting a smile on my face. I have managed to keep myself busy with mandatory things that I can't by any chance postpone. Then I finally reached home. I sat myself down and I tried to keep myself busy and distracted by studying for my exam tomorrow...

...but I can't. I just really can't. I can't because I feel empty and hollow - and I don't know why.

I feel like repeating those two things because that's all I can say about my current state.

I hope this will pass, I hope I'll get lucky tomorrow on my exam, I really hope it will fix itself soon. The feeling is dreadful...

Gaza petition update

~things are looking a bit brighter.


According to the petitions website (http://www.avaaz.org/en/gaza_flotilla_3/?cl=590385993&v=6404); within less than 24 hours there were over 200,000 names signed and the number keeps on increasing. The new goal is 300,000.

The petition was sent to the UN and action was taken. Perhaps not a large one, but something we can rejoice about is that the UN has approved an international investigation.

Please sign if you already haven't!

http://www.avaaz.org/en/gaza_flotilla_3/?cl=590385993&v=6404

Take action - NOW!

Dear Readers,

what is happening in Gaza is insane and inhumane! What we have acknowledged in the news, especially these past two days, is horrific. We all need to show opposition to the Israelian raid, we need to put our foot down for our government and other governments for them to take action. We all need to take responsibility as humanbeings for everyones humanitary rights, and strive for justice. The least we all can do, is to sign a petition to show our consensus and support for the Palestinians!

I was provided this link via our Amnesty International group at SU. Please sign!
"The petition will be delivered to the UN and world leaders, as soon as it reaches 200,000 names -- and again at every opportunity as it grows and leaders choose their responses. A massive petition at a moment of crisis like this one can demonstrate to those in power that sound bites and press releases aren't enough -- that citizens are paying attention and demanding action." (With hope; Ricken, Alice, Raluca, Paul, Iain, Graziela and the rest of the Avaaz team.)


http://www.avaaz.org/en/gaza_flotilla_3/?cl=590385993&v=6404



I have signed, and hope that you too will sign.
They need our help and support.

Reykjavik Reykjavik, home of Bjork!

The last screening of Cinema Politica for this semester (hopefully they'll be back next semester with equally as good if not better documentaries). And the last screening was Dreamland, a documentary on mainly the natural resources but also a bit on the enviormental issues, living issues and the whole she-bang about Icelands future.

Quite interesting, and at the end there was a Skype-session for questions and answers with the director (or writer of the book which the documentary was based on). Catch for this Skype-session was; that the one who had the best question would win a can of ashes from that volcanoe that "recently" erupted (Eyjafjallajökull).

So much more to say about Dreamland but I'm too tired and my bed is looking very good over there in the corner...


Links to Dreamland:
http://dreamland.is/
http://www.cinemapolitica.org/node/1332
Watch it!

David Guetta

~ inside my head.

These two songs just won't leave my head. And they definitely give me "Happy feet"...

The latter gives me ultra-mega-dancefeet. I can't even walk normally on the streets when I listen to this on my iPod.

Busy night

~where to start?

I had work at 7.30am. Opening the store, slightly solo. It was basically me and the kids, although I count myself in that category too. But guess who was the "boss" for the day? And so it went on until 5pm. I actually left work 5.40pm because I felt like prepping a bit (meaning that I actually worked over time for free) so that the ones who closed wouldn't have too much to do (what a maternal thought), and I crossed my fingers and hoped that the closing would go well. Then as I sat on the tram to town, I noticed that I forgot to clear my mess in the storage - so I'm expecting some ass-whooping when I get to work. Somewhere inbetween I tried to squeeze in some German with my study cards.

Then it was dinner at Helens. I messed up her pasta. I dropped everything in the sink and we had like 6 or 7 pastas in the "pasta"-sallad. All I could taste were the pepper bells, and we know how I feel about them... I brought a strawberry cake as dessert which probably made up for it. and before you knew it I was off to my mentees going away party. Kind of sucks, since I've just gotten to know her and everything and she's a lot of fun. Such a sweetheart!
There I hung out with a majority of Korean people, some from Japan, one complete Swede, usw usw. Some I had met at the Japanese Cakeparty.

And before you knew it again I had to move on to the next party, the Eurovision party at the pub Professorn at Lappis. GERMANY WON! They had a great song, and it must be a tad historical since they haven't won in 28 years. OMG, did you guys see the Flash mob!? I wish I was with in that, it would've been so much fun! Either way, I also thought that Belgium was good, the John Mayer look-a-like with the John Mayer-essence. Haha...

So a long evening and a late nighter... I haven't gotten the eight hours of sleep which researchers say I need... but I really need to study for my upcoming exam. And soon I will be working again...


Life's a rollercoaster, and I wish I could say something new and more original than that.

Today is Mothers Day.

Here's my surprise for my mother when she gets back from work today. Don't forget to congratulate your mothers and to show them love!

I can't find the energy to do it.

German is driving me nuts and exhausted! I can't be bothered to open my books and sit and study. I blame the sun! And I blame my damn social life and my work for getting in the way and consuming my precious time and energy. I should be channeling it all on my studies but no, other things come up. I would love to try and keep me to myself for a full week, in preparation for my exam. I have a feeling that I won't achieve as well as I did on my former exam. Oh God heeelp meee!

And apart from that I keep looking at clothes, shoes, accessories that I don't need or can't afford. And since when did I become the type of materialistic person who wants a model of a dress in three different designs?

*chanting to myself: "I'm not becoming materialistic! I'm not becoming materialistic!"*

Here are the dresses btw, if you'd like to know what's calling my wallet. All of these are from H&M...

I settled for one though, it's the one to the left.

Lovers in Japan/Reign of Love

On a cold summernight like this, looking out through your window, seeing all the trees in the dark and somewhere amongst them spot one small lantern that seems to be out on the field... - this song couldn't fit better.

As it is titled, for some strange reason I feel a hope for love. Not that I've felt the contrary, it has just emerged to an excess today. Also, this song has made me feel more confident about the future.

I think this song gives a moment of "wishful music that could play during epic moments in your life". I guess I'm having mine now...

Had I been to this concert in Tokyo, then I would know that I could die happy.

Love the whole Japan-theme.

Wenn ich fliegen könnte, was sollte ich tun?

~proofread and corrected by Helen Hoffmann.


Wenn ich fliegen könnte, würde ich um die Welt fahren. Ich würde über die Seen und durch die Wälder fliegen. So hätte ich den besten Blick über die ganze Welt. Das Leben ist kurz, und wenn man fliegen könnte, müsste man die Zeit gut verbringen, weil man nicht wüsste, , wie lange man noch fliegen kann.

Am liebsten, würde ich nach Ägypten fahren und die Pyramiden sehen. Ägypten ist wirklich ein Land voller Abenteuer! Vielleicht würde ich eine Mumie oder zwei sehen, und in ihrer Nähe bleiben. Ich würde keine Angst haben, weil ich weiß, dass die Mumien mir nicht schaden können, weil ich fliegen kann.
Wenn Ägypten langweilig finden würde, flöge ich nach Südafrika. Dort würde ich eine Safari machen wollen. Ich würde um den Tierpark fliegen, und ich würde keinen Reiseführer brauchen. Ich würde bei den Zebras fliegen, und die Löwen ärgern, weil sie mich nicht fangen können.
Durch die Wälder wollte ich auch fliegen. Im Wald würde ich schnell fliegen. So schnell, dass die Blätter von den Bäumen herunterfallen könnten. Dann könnte ich laut lachen und wie ein Vogel auf einem Ast sitzen und zwitschern. Manchmal würde ich auch meine Mutti oder meine Freunde auf einen Ast mitbringen, sodass sie auch den Ausblick sehen könnten. Ich glaube jedoch, dass sie Angst vor Höhen bekommen würden. Vielleicht brächte ich sie nicht mit…
Wenn ich fliegen könnte, würde ich mit allem, das schnell ist, konkurrieren. Zum Beispiel: könnte ich einen Meteor sehen, würde ich mit ihm beim Fliegen konkurrieren. Dann könnte ich sehen, wer schneller ist! Allerdings ist es ziemlich gefährlich, also würde ich es vielleicht nicht tun. Ich weiß, meine Mutti wäre sonst nicht so glücklich mit mir! Und ich wollte keine Ausgangsperre bekommen, wenn ich fliegen könnte.

Wahrscheinlich müsste ich auf den Boden kommen, um Essen zu essen. Oder für den Schlaf, wenn ich müde bin. Das beste Essen ist das Essen meines Mutters. Sie kocht sehr, sehr gut und weiß, was mein Lieblingsessen ist. Deshalb würde ich nach Hause fliegen müssen. Ich esse viel und das weiß meine Mutti auch, deswegen kocht sie viel Essen. So viel, dass der Tisch keinen Platz für mehr Essen hat. Natürlich teile ich mit mir, aber bleibt Essen über, dann würde meine Mutti ein Lunchpaket für mich machen. Das Paket kann ich mit in die Wälder bringen, und es dort essen.
Wenn ich schlafen wollte, würde ich auf einer Wolke schlafen. Ich finde mein Bett ziemlich gut, aber eine Wolke ist klar besser! Sie ist weicher und flauschiger, also kann ich besser schlafen. In der Nacht würde ich zu einer Wolke fliegen und auf ihr sitzen. Dann kann ich alle Sterne zählen und ihnen verschiedene Name geben. Am Himmel gibt es viele Sterne zu zählen, daher würde ich nach einer Weile sehr müde sein, und auf der Wolke schlafen.

Das ist was ich tun würde, wenn ich fliegen könnte!

- This was the last paper for my German course. Now I just have to prep for the exam, and I'm already worried about it. -

A cancelled picknick

Today all the attendees of the picknick were hoping for good weather, turns out that it has started to rain and thunder. Plan B was to move it indoors and have a brunch instead. Well the brunch is happening, I just decided to stay in. At my place.

I have too many things to finish, I can't attend everything, I have to consider all the school work I've got piling up. Or åerhaps not piling up, but definitely not piling down. So I've been in front of Calsuphur typing my German paper. I had two choices; a) write a bookreport on a book about friendship, written by a German/Austrian/Swiss author, or b) write a paper about what it would be like to fly and what you would do if you could fly. I actually wanted to do a) but I couldn't find a book about friendship. Kafka writes more about fatherless love and strange encounters, Freud has the whole psychoanalys and the only book I've got by him is the interpretations of dreams. I haven't come around to Schiller, don't think I ever want to read Marx, Hesse could work but Steppenwolf has nothing to do with friendship. So I'm left with b). and so far I think it's going good. It sounds like the easier task but it isn't, we have some crappy grammar thing to follow and for the first time I have met might first barricade in German. I don't quite get this grammar rule, but I think I've already started to understand it a bit.

So it's thundering outside, the rain whipping my window and lightning struck somewhere out in the field behind our neighbourhood (I think). Sounded like it anyway.
It's quite cosy though. Writing the paper, Mozarts piano trios playing in the background, a candle lit next to Calsuphur on the windowsill, my glass of juice, the pitter-patter and the thunder... The grey outside. I like it. Feels safe and inspiring.

Panorama view of my window. It was also darker outside than the picture depicts.

Here's a really beaufitul movement from one of my most favourite trios:

I beg your pardon?

Stockholm is really hot these days, at least this past week. Since I had myself some waxing I am finally able to wear nice summer clothes. So I picked a dress that I ordered for a month or two ago. Although the dress itself isn't super short nor long, I decided to wear my shorts under it. Unnoticed yet there.

When I arrive with the metro home and get off at my station, a man walks past me and tosses a comment. He tells me to pull down my dress because he found it too short. Adds on a "Can it get any shorter? Our religion doesn't like that." Then when he's on the escalators he keeps glancing back giving me abominating looks. Right...

Where to start? First off; it's warm like hell! I don't feel like covering up, hiding away from the sun and sweating myself to death. Second; I pick what I want to wear. Just because this vicinity has a majority of his religion, doesn't mean that their rules of religion apply to all of us. It doesn't even apply a vicinity, it applies you who practices it. Don't hassle me with it, I'm just another citizen with a different belief. Orka! Third; he should've been darn happy that I even wore shorts under this dress. Had it been shorter and no shorts under, then he would've caught a glimpse of my knickers. And that has got to be a hell-of-a-lot shorter than my dress really is. fourth; don't go "For the bible tells me so" on me with the whole abomination crap. Don't read in too deep in your religion. What we wear has nothing to do with our various beliefs. I don't think God cares about it, clothing has nothing to do with your morality and ethics. (Okay, I actually know a lot of people/religions who take clothing seriously - but that's basically saying "what counts is what's on the outside".)
Old man(!), You are not my father. You are not my mother. You are not my stylist or anything similar. You are not entitled to address this comment to me, only keep it to yourself.


I will continue to wear my dress with joy and keep my shorts under. Screw you.

My body hears your body

~ a little title from We Are Scientists.


Recently came home from the Rix FM concert thing at Kungsträdgården. Yes, it was one of those events that if you ever have attended it you were like 14 and going through the horrific teen-identity, group-pressure, i-want-to-be-cool-and-oh-so-grown-up stage. What we call in Sweden for "fjortis". My only intention of being seen there (as well as Louise's) was due to Joshua Radin. That magnificent man! We both fell inlove... Such a great artist with great music, yet it wasn't suprising that we heard some people around us say "Joshua Radin? Who's that?". Ignorant people... He's probably one of the best artists out there!

Apart from that I managed to squeeze in some "fikas" with friends. Very nice indeed, but prio one of my day was my waxing appointment. First time, more painful than I expected, very warm wax and spasm/tickel attacks on my behalf. (I bet that Mathilda could support that fact. Thank you for coming with!) Oh God was that wax warm like fire, but I managed to hold out. It was quite painful in the beginning but after a while I got a bit used to it, even though I had some small spasms due to the wax's warmth. Apparently I had many bruises that she had to avoid too, which sucks - all of them come from work. I don't know how I bruise up so much, I don't even feel if I bruise up but oh well. At least I can finally go out with nice and hairless legs! Absorb the sun and wear those skin revealing garments that I've been waiting for.

I also managed to miss a great building party close by campus. Shit! I even got a phonecall from friends over there and I was here playing Mahjong... Mahjong! OMG, what is wrong with me!?!? Then apparently they saw the sunrise on the roof and what not. It was more like 600 people there although the facebook event said 400, and the cops came in the end. Why do I always manage to miss out on the fun stuff?
It's going to be strange returning to Uni in the fall and noticing how many people I usually see there be gone. I'm not liking it, remember I'm a child who hates goodbyes and changes.

I have a new cup of tea: documentaries...

Tonight my mother and I watched a documentary. It was titled "The Taking of Patty Hearst", based on the foundation of SLA and obviously her kidnapping, along with her little Stockholm syndrome.

Short run through: SLA (Symbionese Liberation Army) was a result of a prison visitational program and political film. Their main belief was "...we define its (symbiosis) meaning as a body of dissimilar bodies and organisms living in deep and loving harmony and partnership in the best interest of all within the body." As usual, most radical urban parties end up going too far, the SLA became a form of terrorist group within the States. Their activeness lasted for about two years, during these years they managed to commit acts of violence, two murders, bank robbings and the very famous kidnapping of Patricia Campbell Hearst.

The whole documentary focused on Hearsts kidnapping. How her family tried to help her and get her back home, how she converted into one of the guerillas, and so on. Although she was mainly a victim here, a victim of brainwash and merely a bate for national attention (if you didn't know, the Hearst family is like - as said in the documentary - uncrowned royalties) I for some reason can't find sympathy for her. Okay so the SLA's fundamental belief was good; the whole Robin Hood idea, the thought of equality and freedom for everyone - race irrelevant. They were doing these things for the poor and oppressed organisms. Okay so I feel bad that Hearst got kodnapped; no one should have to experience that, she was brainwashed, she was the key to the $400 million dollar food program (a program donateing $70 worth of food to every needy person in California), she was the one who put SLA's words and wants in to action. The SLA wants to stand for freedom yet they deprive her of hers and of the two people they murdered (parents!). Talk about hypocracy...
Yes, this radicalness was probably what it took for the government and the right-wing to actually bend over and try and enhance the poverty-issue. But somewhere along the way, what started out as a semi-good only wanting harmony and equality seemed to have turned into something terribly unnecessary. Towards the end of the documentary, SLA didn't seem too be fighting for harmony, it all seemed so menacing, all they wanted to do was annoy the shit out of the government and all the Californian polices. they managed with the food program but there were only two or three distributions that went well until chaos broke out. Equality will never truly be gained in our world, maybe in script but I doubt that it will be there fully in mind and teaching. Unequality can be found anywhere, we do it without thinking - that's at least what I've observed, to be honest.

Either way, I feel that I'm losing my thread here, my main point and what suprisingly annoyed me was the sympathy for Hearst. I find it strange that a hostage, who became such a vivid member of the SLA, had her chances of escaping but never took them. After all she is an actress, I don't know when she wanted to persue that dream but I always think that an actress is someone who can be an actress all the time. What if she wasn't brainwashed but acted brainwashed? She is a Hearst, which comes with responsibility and probably a need of good appearance to the public. Why couldn't someone who regrets what she did, act brainwashed? It seems like such a typical upper-class cover up, to blame it on something else. Besides, they did such awful things, e.g. during a bank robbery when they murdered a mother of 4 and kicked a pregnant lady in the belly causing and leading her to miscarriage - it's awful. It's embarrssing to have participated in something like that. The shame I would have if it was me! I suppose she feels ashamed about it, but somehow with all the fame she has gained with this somehow she portrays to me, to be living without guilt. What would I know though, I'm just a very harsh and judgemental person towards those I think have done morally wong things. In this case she was "brainwashed". I have a hard time believing it though. What sucks right now is that I can't explain more thuroughly why.
I'm probably not making sense now, I just have a hard time trusting what is to be the truth when I get a bad vibe from it. the whole sympathy and lets reduce her sentence and come to these talkshows, you are our sweetheart - people, she robbed a bank and seemed to sincerely support SLA's actions... what?? Plus I'd like to know why she deserved a presidential pardon from Bill Clinton. they just said she recieved one but not why, unless i'm very ignorant and don't understand the very obvious reason. (Please enlight me if you know the reason!)

I probably shouldn't say more since I haven't read anymore deeper into this happening or read her biography about it so that I can get her side too (although I guess I'm not even enlightened about this from any side), and there are things I think and feel like saying which I probably shouldn't because lets face it, I'm no expert on this case. Plus I don't know what it's like to be kidnapped or to be put in her situation. So I think it's best to bite my tongue...

For the Bible Tells Me So

Tonight I was at Cinema Politica at SU, to view the screening of "For the Bible Tells Me So" directed by Daniel Karslake. As you can see it has won awards, which it definitely was worth!

This documentary plotted the clash between religion and homosexuality. The movie interviews three or four families, who are very religious christians. I believe that all of them are families where the fathers and mothers are reverons and very active in their church's organisation. One of the families father even ran for president, where the majority of his supporters shared the same religion. What all of these families have in common from both start to end, is how they at first condem homosexuality. They live by the Bible and read into it "too deeply", making them miss the whole picture and the real message of God. Homosexuality is an abomination they say. then something happens, the same thing within each family - happens. One of their children who have been taught that homosexuality is a sin and that they will go to hell, realizes that they themselves are homosexuals. How does a child reveal that to their family? A deeply religious family, a family with status amongst their church, who (if you will) are kind of like "leaders of the pack"?

In the end all families came to accept their children, one too late. Yet the path to acceptance and overcoming their belief of what was a sin was obviously hard. One mother, who couldn't accept her daughters sexual preference, ended up without reconciliation due to her daughters suicide. This was obviously what got her to see things differently and also help others realize that homosexuality is not a sin. It's not a disease, it's not a mental condition, there's no cure (and no need for it), it won't send anyone to hell. Same story basically follows for the rest of the families just a better ending, their children are still alive and are out there enlightening others that the Bible is about love and compassion. Everyone is a child of God, and who you like is nothing you decide, it's also nothing you can control.

Obviously we are aware of this. I think Europe is more open and used to homosexuality. Yet the US seem to be the contrary, which shocks me since I've always figured them to be more "open-arms" people...

However, I'm a Catholic (not the best one) and I am ashamed over those who share my belief and find homosexuality to be an abomination. I'm ashamed of any reiligion or person who has this perspective. Where is your common sense and knowledge? Why this unneccessary fear of something that is not unfamiliar?

After the screening, there usually is a debate or discussion held at the auditorium, this time they had the director on Skype so that we could ask questions and etc. It wasn't successful, since Skype let us down (actually the bad connection) and nobody really knew what to ask. Many things are obvious and everyone probably has the same view as the director on the interaction between religion and homosexuality. On the other hand, the host wasn't that great himself - he didn't seem quite prepared for the night at all...

Meet Calsuphur

Say hello to my baby. He's a HP DV6-2134EO. He run's well and is healthy as a horse. He's also going to be my partner, until replaced ...but that won't be until quite a while.

Eclipse hej-hå!

Only like a month or two away! We saw the sequol the day after the premiere and now I think we should see it ON the premiere. Yes my ladies, it is time for some Icky Stewart and Rövbert Pat-my-son. Get ready to heave at each mushy scene with the kliché love lines. It's going to be great!

Can't wait...

Oh gosh, this is what makes me wish I could just be allergic to all mushy love stuff...

Old rusty fingers

I recently found myself playing the piano for about 2 or 3 hours. Gosh, I love piano when I'm not forced to play it, when the lust comes naturally. I also found scores to two songs that I want to learn. It would be awesome to sing along to them too.

I'm learning Samson by Regina Spektor first, since I've wanted to learn it for ages. Proud to say that I finally know it by heart now.

An old love of mine

The Strokes - You Only Live Once (Official Music Video). Watch more top selected videos about: The_Strokes