Tinet is a cartoonist, illustrator, letterer, graphic designer, editor, translator and pig-keeper.

Other parts of Tinet's internet presence are, for instance:

The main website

Another blog

The Blog of Swine


and some photos on Flickr


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Favourite entries

¤ Mum and Ainur were visiting
¤ Sunny Saturday
¤ Cheap thrills
¤ Labour Day
¤ Definitely no Sergei Elmgren III
¤ Mum was here
¤ Nordens ark
¤ Cool weather today
¤ Piggies in my bed
¤ Black & white
¤ Two collages
¤ Bankhar mä!
¤ Lilac skies
¤ Kickass industrial sites
¤ Mayday
¤ Views from Pankow and a backyard
¤ Kugelblitz & cuddly 'street art'
¤ Shameless exploitation of workers and communists
¤ Berlin, Berlin
¤ Cuteness
¤ More Berlin
¤ Ouch, my feet ...
¤ Frosty collage
¤ Another fine old house hits the dust
¤ Horror and pigeons
¤ The smooth sides of houses
¤ Streets of Lund 2006
¤ Hungry for Hills
¤ Skärhamn
¤ Foggy sun
¤ Furry puppies
¤ Snow and a sleeping little baby
¤ Around the railway tracks in Lund
¤ The moon
¤ Lund in October
¤ The steaming sea
¤ Misc. scenes from Orust
¤ Territorial disputes
¤ Road Trippin'
¤ Sergei's tail
¤ Yellow
¤ The sleepy kingdom of Princess Mitsu
¤ A house, graffiti and a rook
¤ Green
¤ Feather canyons everywhere
¤ Sky and earth
¤ Misc. perspectives on Orust
¤ Mushrooms
¤ Fauna
¤ Flora
¤ A window
¤ Green landscapes
¤ My babies
¤ Dead house
¤ Dead elk
¤ Views on our home
¤ Pictures from a spontaneous cycling tour
¤ A parking lot in Malmö
¤ Twilight sky
¤ A once nice house
¤ Serpieri, the flying pig
¤ Yukata madness
¤ Rundown allotment garden
¤ Bristly!
¤ Furry!
¤ Home
¤ Dead animals
¤ Ängavallens gård
¤ Gothenburg
¤ One of the 2-3 pictures that actually came out perfect
¤ Where animals travel to their death
¤ Winter in Kävlinge
¤ Orient and Occident - blurry concepts!
¤ My baby is such a tease
¤ Eggs are interesting
¤ Here's the wuffie!
¤ The Carpathians
¤ Anti-kitsch
¤ Sunset over Kävlinge
¤ My cuddlymunchkins
¤ Streets of Lund
¤ Food

¤ Elephant digging up old bones + a burglary
¤ MSU in my subconscious
¤ Bad puppy
¤ The mansion
¤ A dream of menstruation in Sin City
¤ My dreams are so nice sometimes (aka Russian Policewoman)
¤ Desperately trying to reach MGU
¤ Blood, devastation, death, war and horror dream #6
¤ Family life
¤ Dreams, bloody dreams
¤ I need a sword
¤ Tony Blair & Lenin haunt me

¤ My thoughts on the presidential elections in France
¤ Just google it! - Nana version
¤ Meat has it all
¤ The amazing world of Swedish copyright laws
¤ Anna Politkovskaya
¤ It's about time we all get out and vote for love!
¤ Bilal's Nikopol vs. Moore's Promethea: Being possessed by gods and forced to have sex in comics
¤ Tinet's kitchen of pain
¤ The hymen is an evil MYTH!!!

¤ Gouache
¤ Pigasso paintings
¤ The Light comes from the Right
¤ Some kind of Valentine
¤ 2006 - a card and a snow Mitsu
¤ Serilda
¤ Standing on eggshells
¤ Mmm ... surströmming
¤ Rudolfo from the rapeseed fields
¤ The freedom to not choose
¤ Red China Comics
¤ Till alla svenskjävlar som inte klarar av att sätta komma i ert eget språk
¤ The Kostroma Elk farm
¤ The boob diaries part 4 - conclusion
¤ The boob diaries part 3
¤ The boob diaries part 2
¤ Breast cancer can be fun
¤ Why can't I wear a skirt and still be one of the guys?
¤ Garlic update #2
¤ Garlic update
¤ EU garlic is no good against vampires.
¤ I want to learn Maltese!
¤ Dirty men in the public library
¤ The marvels of life #4637
¤ My new life as a one-armed bandit
¤ Severiina exposed
¤ Severiina - a tale of an obsession
¤ On drawing techniques
¤ TschöRmen
¤ I might be going insane.
¤ 15 reasons

Some favourite blogs:

Baci dalla provincia
Yellow Peril

Nyt on yö.
Minä kuljen yksin
tyhjiä katuja.
En tiedä, mihin olen menossa,
hyvä kun tiedän mistä
olen tulossa,
ja ruumiissani
soi tuhat kaunista ja
voimakasta sävelmää,
minun koko menneisyyteni,
ja silmissäni loistavat
tuhannen ihmisen silmät,
silmien takana tuntemattomuus,
tätä naista ei tunne kukaan,
se ei ole vielä täysin syntynytkään,
ei kukaan tiedä
mitä se on tulevaisuudessa.

- Mirka Lattunen


El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete.
Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi.
El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ.
Eu am întins spre el braţul ca o ramură.
El schi-a înclinat spre mine trunchiul
ca un umăr.
Eu mi-am înclinat spre el umărul
ca un trunchi noduros.
Auzeam cum se încetineşte sângele meu suind ca seva.
Eu am trecut prin el.
El a trecut prin mine.
Eu am rămas un pom singur.
un om singur

- Nichita Stănescu

Kunst ist nicht ein Spiegel, den man der Wirklichkeit vorhält, sondern ein Hammer, mit dem man sie gestaltet.

- Karl Marx

The Hermit’s Song

A hiding tuft, a green-barked yew tree
Is my roof,
While nearby a great oak tree keeps me

I can pick my fruit from an apple
Like an Inn,
Or can fill my fist where hazels
Shut me in.

A clear well beside me offers
Best of drink,
And there glows a bed of cresses
Near its brink.

Pigs and Goats, the friendliest neighbours,
Nestle near,
Wild swine come, or broods of badgers,
Grazing deer.

All the gentry of the county
Come to call!
And the foxes come behind them,
Best of all.

To what meals the woods invite me
All about!
There are water, herbs and cresses,
Salmon, trout.

A clutch of eggs, sweet mast and honey
Are my meat,
Heathberries and Whortleberries
For a sweet.

All that one could ask for comfort
Round me grows,
There are hips and haws and strawberries,
Nuts and sloes.

And when summer spreads its mantle
What a sight!
Marjoram and leeks and pignuts,
Juicy, bright.

Dainty redbreasts briskly forage
Every bush
Round and round my hut there flutter
Shallow, thrush.

Bees and beetles, music-makers,
Croon and strum;
Geese pass over, duck in autumn,
Dark streams hum.

Angry wren, officious linnet
And black-cap,
All industrious, and the woodpecker’s
Sturdy tap.

From the sea the gulls and herons
Flutter in,
While in upland heather rises
The grey hen.

In the year’s most brilliant weather
Heifers low
Through green fields, not driven nor beaten,
Tranquil, slow.

In wreathed boughs the wind is whispering,
Skies are blue,
Swans call, river water falling
Is calling too.

- Unknown old Irish poet

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Thursday, January 19, 2006
MSU obviously has had a fundamental impact on my subconscious.

My dream last night started out as some kind of "moving" dream, in the sense that me and Mihai were still officially living in the same apartment, but I had moved most of my stuff here to Kävlinge, and he had moved most of his stuff to the house he's sharing with a couple of colleagues in Lund. As it happened, I had just found a small, cheap apartment in a house in Lund, which was next to the big house where we had our apartment together (and that house was *really* big – it resembled Moscow State University much more than the actual house where we used to live together). I was going to move into that apartment in Lund, and I was just going to say that it was great that it was right next to Mihai's place, until I remembered that he was moving to that house with his colleagues, which was quite far away.

Anyway, it went on like that for a while, until I at one point was returning home to the apartment in the gigantic house late in the evening. There was some kind of commotion there, and people wouldn't let me into the building. Some said there was a fire drill going on, others said it was a *real* fire, while yet others said there was some kind of leak of toxic substances. My first terrified thought was, "Aaah! My comics originals!!!", but then I remembered that I had already brought all my comics to my apartment in Kävlinge. After a moment, another terrified thought hit me: "Aaah! Mihai!!!!"

I fought myself through the crowds that had gathered, and went searching for an entrance where no one would hinder me. Finally, after climbing the very high steps up to the second level of the building (which were kind of like the steps up to the Lund City Library, but about 25 m high), I found an unguarded door and slipped inside. There was smoke in some corridors, and people were screaming, so there really seemed to be something going on … However, since I had entered the building through a door I had never used before, I had difficulties finding my way to the wing where our apartment was (I still remeber clearly that its number was 722). I ran through endless corridors, climbed stairs, drew short cuts through other people's apartments – in one, I found Donald Rumsfeld and his henchmen, in another, I found the BBC team, in a third I found an artist, who with her assistants refused to leave the building, because she was in the middle of creating art, and in a fourth I found mum's friend Kent-Hugo's dogs (only the grown up dogs – the puppies have already been picked up by their new owners) - I climbed in through the window from a terrace, and I opened the door to the closest stairwell for the dogs so they could get out. But no matter what, I couldn't find the stairwell where our apartment was!!!

When my alarm clock woke me up, I was frustrated and still afraid that something might have happened to Mihai. I was angry that I didn't have my mobile phone with me in the dream, so that I could have simply called him to ask where he was. And I insisted on going back to sleep, because maybe I would eventually find him if the dream continued …

The dream did continue, but I should have known better – this was the kind of dream where the whole *point* was that I never found him before I woke up again.

Posted at 11:25 am by turukhtan

January 20, 2006   05:20 PM PST
pelästyksestä mamsu saa vaikka mitä! voi mua parkaa, kyllä on hermot pinnalla...
January 19, 2006   06:41 PM PST
Tiekkö Tidi, että viimeyö oli aikas ovela täälläkin; ekaks, et Misu nukku munkanssa koko yön, tokaks, että olin jättäny kylppärin seinäpatterin päälle ja aamulla, kun menin sinne, oli se sulanu ja taipunu niistä muovikohdistaan ja kärys ja mää sain karmeen päänsäryn ja pahoinvoinnin. En tiedä, johtuko se kärystä vai säikähdyksestä, mut mulloli pitkään aikaa karmee olo. Ja sit kun vääntelin sitä oikeeks, se poksahti siitä sähkökatkaisimen kohdasta! Ja sillon sain jo melkein hepulin.
Heitän sen ulos, kun saan Tintin tänne irrottaan sen seinästä tai siis siitä sähkökohdasta... ja hankin sinne sellasen siirrettävän patterin sen sijaan... varapatterin.

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