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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Tuesday, April 04, 2006

I'm in Berlin, because ...

(Photo by Jeremy Ginsberg.)

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Wednesday, March 29, 2006
A cute rook

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Thursday, March 23, 2006
Link of the day

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/story/0,,1737370,00.html Timothy Garton Ash has written an excellent article about Belarus and the current struggle about defining the reality of what's actually going on there.

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Sunday, March 19, 2006
Frosty collage

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Pigasso paintings!

I got something absolutely lovely in the mail today:  two "Pigasso" paintings!

Shepherd's Green Sanctuary in Cookeville, Tennessee, USA, provides rescue, lifetime care and other aid and assistance to abandoned, abused, neglected, homeless and otherwise endangered pigs. One of many ways in which you can support the sanctuary is by buying paintings made by the piggies.

I got a big one by Lewis and Clark, "two brothers, saved from slaughter along with 16 other babies and 7 moms". On the back of the painting, next to their photo, it reads further: "These two are special yard pigs here at the sanctuary. Lewis is deaf and has been taught some sign language."

Also, I got a small one made by SooLee. Her story: "This tiny girl was abandoned and moved around from home to home a number of times. Always sweet and shy, she is just beginning to accept a human touch. Her bad start in life has left her wary but her curious nature will bring her around."

The painting is called "Hog and Crow at Red Rock".

Each "Pigasso" sold provides a month's feed for a cast-off pet pig. You can also buy other nice piggy gifts, make a donation, become a cyber-parent, or donate things of particular need.

Read an article about Shepherd's Green Sanctuary in the Nashville City Paper.

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In any case, these pictures will surely brighten up Mihai's slightly boring room while I'm here ...

Posted at 2:27 pm by turukhtan
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Sunday, February 26, 2006
Ibland är mitt liv som en Rocky-stripp

Ett hommage à Martin Kellerman, som ritar Sveriges överlägset bästa furryserier.

Läs Rocky i DN.

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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
If I'm not mistaken, it's St. Valentine's Day today.

This isn't really a Valentine's Day card. Maybe it's something better. Maybe not. Click to see it big.

This happened when I was cleaning my own dirt, but I think it's nicer to direct it to the ones who also have to clean up the dirt of others ...

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Sunday, February 12, 2006
Cycling tour in the crispy sun

Yesterday I went biking with Mihai to the countryside southwest of Lund. Below is a wing of Stora Råby church, with a sundial above the doorway. The church was built in the 13th century, and the clocktower was added in 1770.

Behind the church, there are high and dense bushes. As I walked around towards the backside, gigantic, pale birds of some sort flew off from the bushes. ("Mutant pigeons?", it flashed through my mind ...) I then spotted a couple of fairly large owls staring at me angrily from the bushes.

I was too excited to manage my camera properly before the rest of them flew off to some large trees beyond the churchyard, so unfortunately there is no photographic evidence ...

Mihai got excited about this Fjord horse, because it resembles the Przewalski horses in Mongolia.

Mihai made many more nice pictures during this trip (some of them feature me with three arms), which you can see in his gallery.

Posted at 7:54 pm by turukhtan
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Another fine old house hits the dust

In my recent interest in the cityscapes of Lund, I continued working on my photoproject about smoothsided houses.

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Friday, February 10, 2006
The horror ...

Remember the old wooden house I took pictures of as it was being torn down last summer? Well, this is what's been erected in its place:

Of course, right now it looks horrible. But I guess that once someone has moved in and lived there for a few decades, it will start to look a little bit more personal and friendly ...
(But it doesn't change the fact that it for some strange reason was built in the exact middle of the yard, so that there is only a thin strip of yard on each side of the house, while they *could* have done the same as with all the neighbouring houses, and built this house on the edge of the yard, next to the street, so that it would have had a bigger, continuous yard behind it ... grmbl ...)

The remains of the gate will also be torn down soon.

But not all is sad: these pigeons were quite funny:

First, they were flying in circles above this house, and then they all sat down on the roof.

Judging by the amount of pigeon shit, it must be a regular hanging out place for this gang. It must be nice to live in this house and hear their cooing from the roof ...

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