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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Friday, August 11, 2006
Tinet's kitchen of pain

(The title is borrowed from an old website that used to exist in the 1990's - "Akane's kitchen of Pain" - where some manga and anime fan published his recipes. He had a cooking style quite close to the one of Akane in Ranma 1/2. I don't remember much of it, except that he recommended eating straight from the pan (so you don't have so much to rinse), and called sesame oil "Tenchi Muyo oil", because his mum would pronounce it "sasami oil" ...)

Anyway. Today's dinner and part of tomorrow's breakfast, if there's any of it left until then:

Asparagus baked in paste! (about 35 specimen, almost enough for one person)


¤ 1 tin of white asparagus left behind by your former tenant
¤ Some flour (not pure wheat if you can avoid it - wheat mixed with rye is tastier)
¤ 2 eggs
¤ Some water
¤ Two big pieces of garlic
¤ Some salt, curry and chilipeppers (or whatever you like and have at hand)
¤ A third egg

Take a bowl and put some flour in it. I never care exactly how much flour I take, but I would guess about 5 dl (mwa hah haa you people who never learned the metric system! I never learned *your* system!!).
Break the eggs into the flour. It's less messy if you make a hole in the flour where you can put the eggs.
Mix the eggs and the flour as well as you can. Press the garlic into the dough, and add the other spices, according to taste. Then add water while mixing the dough all the time, until it's nice and supple, but not so wet it sticks everywhere.
Wash the dough off your hands, so that your hands won't stick while baking. Open the tin of asparagus with your Swiss army knife. (A normal can-opener won't do. I'm serious.)
If you, like me, don't have any rolling pin (because all of it except the handles has mysteriously disappeared), just press the dough somewhat flat with your hands. Then cut it in pieces big enough to wrap around the asparagi. Take an asparagus and wrap it in a piece of dough, pressing and pulling the dough until it covers most of the asparagus.
Now is about the time to remember that you should pre-heat the oven to 180 degrees Celcius. Bring out the baking tray and spread a piece of baking tray paper on it. Now arrange the wrapped asparagi on the tray tightly in interesting geometrical formations.
If you are as smart and experienced with dough as I am, you will neither have any asparagi nor any dough left once you're finished. Just try to adjust the thickness of the dough wrap to the number of asparagi left.
Put the wrapped up asparagi in the oven (about mid-level). They should stay there about 15-20 minutes, or until they are 'ready'.
Ten minutes into the baking you might think of how nicely shiny the stuff could be if you'd brush it with egg. So, take another egg, break it into a cup and get your medium-sized paintbrush (for walls and stuff, because you don't have any sissy 'baking brush'). Make sure it's clean. Then, mix the white and the yolk in the cup, and paint the wrapped asparagi with it. Then put them back in the oven for another ten minutes. (Save the rest of the egg for something nasty you'll cook tomorrow.)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten ... Whee! All finished! Let them cool down if you can, because the asparagus inside the dough is a bit hot fresh out of the oven.

Le spirit dans l'escalier (wise afterthoughts):
1. The asparagi are tough to bite apart, so I ended up eating a piece of dough and the whole asparagus first, then the rest of the dough. Possible solutions: either cut the asparagus in pieces before wrapping it up, or give in to over-civilization and use fork and knife while eating it.
2. A mild dip based on some thick milk product-like stuff wouldn't have been bad at all with this. But once I'd started eating, I was too hungry to go make any.

Posted at 5:22 pm by turukhtan

August 16, 2006   04:25 PM PDT
Joo, tehdään! Seuraavalla kerralla ne varmaan onnistuu vielä paremmin ...
August 16, 2006   07:29 AM PDT
Siis... nää maistuu VARMANA hyvälle, tehdäänkö, kun seuraavan kerran oot täällä?
August 11, 2006   10:58 PM PDT
Well, me too ... The main part just isn't there, and I can't remember if it was like that only now, after my latest tenant, or already after the ones before him. Or if it was actually something I did myself in the period between them ... o_O

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