In november 1992, the venerable New York Times discovered grunge and published a slanglexikon. How talked really the alien cool Seattlemusikerna? Well, the less cool people called the ”lamestains” or ”cob nobblers”, worn was was the ”fuzz” and in Seattle, hung not with each other, it was ”swingin’ on the flippity-flop”.
Great ungdomsuttryck, not true, dear readers?
the only Problem was that the words were not before the reporter called Megan Jasper, who worked at the reception of the record label Sub Pop. She found on and became, of course, a local hero when the magazine came out. Currently, she is president of Sub pop and, ” she says in the pod ”The Allusionist”, is still fond of sneaky pranks.
personally, I think lurandet a little too often becomes the status – and maktmarkerande, a kind of intellectual mulning of those who do not take. But sometimes…
Today’s News discovery… me and attracted with a summer job. I sat on the outdoor terrace at the lunchmatsalen and tried not to show how nervous and proud I was. A bunch of young stand-ins talked and tanned so high that an older worker finally came.
we can now actually show a little respect, ” he said and made a gesture towards the blomsteromgivna, round water pond which glittered among the lunchborden.
” Here rests many of Today’s News biggest.
He told me that the one that has been employed for at least 25 years, and received the approval of the board, had the right to be seasoned right here in the DN’s own garden of remembrance. Both Jolo and Bang were strewn here, we were told, and Proponents (but not Lagercrantz).
Here lies Mr. B. finally he found a deadline, which was not going to miss
We fell silent and I saw for my inner eye how I myself would one day come to rest here, just behind the artwork ”the Freedom of our redemption”. Perhaps with a small plaque screwed into the sextiotalsbetongen: ”Here lies Mr B. finally he found a deadline, which was not going to miss” could it be, or: ”Death, you say? Big of a deal. I leave at lunch.”
seconds before we understood that he was joking. Any HR-service post-mortem does not provide DN. However, an ageing, and increasingly annoying, humorist who gladly mention for agency staff to if they deliver really good in at least a quarter of a century, they can get place in the venerable grove which is called ”the Other side” – but which everyone calls ”Runner-up”.
”see you there!” he exclaim, he who looks and sounds just like I – but that must be someone else. For a time, at an outdoor café for twenty-four years ago, I promised myself to never, ever, ever be this old.
Read more causeries of Mr. B. a Few a little fun. For example, ” We both know who’s going to download hundbollen.”
