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, April 29, 2004
Dirty men in the public library

Today at the library I read an interview with Alexa Wolf, maker of the film "Shocking Truth", where she spoke about the 'pornification' of human life in the consumption society, and pointed out - how refreshing! - that it was not so much a question of only *women* being objectified, but *all humanity* - women, men and children (who are actually supposed to be sexless before puberty). No sane, mentally balanced man really wants to be like the male characters in porn films, just like no woman really wants to be like the female characters. (Or so I hope.)

There might not be any connection to this interview, save for the strengthened mental state that it provided me, but right after reading it I encountered someone who was a quite likely case of excessive and abusive porn consumption.

I was standing by a shelf in the 'art' section of Lund's city library, flipping through a book about interesting fret saw ornaments on 19th century houses. At some point, a man with the for older males typical 'apple-on-sticks' silhouette came and sat down on a chair nearby. I was mostly a bit annoyed, because I had been wanting to sit down there myself and look closer at this book. But then, a moment later, I thought I could discern from the corner of my eye how he was scratching his penis or something, for quite some time. Since I hadn't looked straight at him, I assumed that he was probably a really old guy who was too senile to realise what body part he was handling. I thought it was kind of embarrassing (for *him*), so I went to another shelf in this section and looked at other books.
Well, after a short while, this guy came to the shelf I was looking at, and took out a book and flipped through it. I ignored him, and continued to search for interesting books, until I had come to another shelf behind the one where I had been just now. Well, at that point this man came walking from the other shelf, too, and seemed to be going to sit down on a chair by the window.
Since I hadn't been able to look at all the books in the architecture section because of his penis-scratching, I went back there. And - surprise, surprise! - this guy came back, too. First, I decided to ignore him, and took out a nice book about weapons from Tula and flipped through it. Meanwhile, this guy first took out a book on my left side and looked at it, then he put it back and went to my right side and took out another book. Every time I moved a bit further away from him, he moved to a position closer to me again.

Unfortunately, my train was leaving in five minutes, so I opted for just going away. I could certainly have gone to yet another shelf again to make *really sure* that he was following me, and then confront him about it, which would surely have been interesting. But I was hungry, I had to piss, and if I didn't catch this train, there wouldn't be any other for forty minutes.
He did follow me through the library, but not outside. I turned back to check in the escalator at the station, and he wasn't there.

Well, I would have loved to kick his testicles to pulp. But I guess it was his lucky day today ...

¤ ¤ ¤

- No no, now I know what I should have done: I should have looked straight at him when I thought I could see him "scratching" his dick, and if he really was doing that, and if he wasn't a senile old gramps, I should have looked at him with a disgusted expression and asked with a very loud voice: "What ARE you DOING?!!! Are you scratching you PENIS??!! *HERE* in the LIBRARY???!!" And then, I should have called some librarians and complained to them about this dirty man who was touching himself in a public place while looking at women who could be his children.

Okay, a note to the future:

"The next time I see a man touching his sexual organ in a disgusting way in a public place, I will ask him with a loud voice, that also everyone else in that place can hear, what the hell he is doing, and call on persons of authority to 'take care' of him."


(Dammit, I have to make my mental process of finding the most sensible thing to do [solution = escape violence confrontation] run faster.)

Posted at 6:38 pm by turukhtan

August 25, 2005   12:06 PM PDT
By the way, Alexa Wolf was involved in the "Bellas Vänner" scandal. She was the 'famous feminist' who had allegedly 'participated in the kidnapping' and then 'demanded 116 940 crowns consult fee' from the organisation.

Maybe we'll never know how much truth there is in the allegations, or the whole documentary film ("Könskriget" by Evin Rubar), because people keep talking about whole other thngs when they discuss this issue.
May 1, 2004   09:38 AM PDT
It's very uncommon in Sweden. I've never seen such a scene. My wife just told me maybe about two times she experienced these kind of problems and in one of the occasions, the guy turned to be an Iranian!
April 30, 2004   08:08 AM PDT
You had to kick him in tha ass and punch him in the nose. Then let him die from bleeding!

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