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, August 16, 2005
Pictures from a spontaneous cycling tour

We were going shopping, but since Mihai had not been outside the apartment for a couple of weeks or so, we felt like taking a few detours. First, we played bicycle tag on a big, empty parking lot, and then we went to the swan pond near Gunnesbo, in the vicinities of which we had found Rudolfo back in May.


The black one was particularly stunning. I'm amazed at how my camera (Olympus C-765) was able to make sharp pictures even with full 10x zoom and no tripod ...

Swan pond

The last time we were here, the swan mum was brooding on eggs, and the swan dad was protecting her ferociously. Yesterday, we were pleasantly surprised to see that they had raised five kids from those eggs.

Apparently irresponsible (?) people were feeding them, because when we went to a place where the rhubarb-like vegetation on the edges of the pond was thoroughly trampled down, the swans immediately started swimming towards us. The children were still swimming in a line, although they were almost full-grown, sizewise ...

When they had gotten near us, they waited around for us to throw them something to eat, and looked a bit confused when they didn't get anything.

Funny vegetation

Thistles & wheat.


Mihai the environmentalist visionary.

Evening falls

The duck children are learning to fly. (I tried to make the picture a bit darker, so that you would actually *see* the moon. That's why it looks so crappy.)

Posted at 10:44 pm by turukhtan
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Sunday, August 14, 2005
A parking lot in Malmö

I like the smooth sides of old houses.

After I had taken that picture, I discovered an abandoned house on the other side of the parking lot.

Posted at 7:38 am by turukhtan
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Friday, August 12, 2005
Hej konsument!

DN På Stan har som fortlöpande inslag "Hej Konsument", en enkät där diverse borgare talar ut om sina senaste impulsköp och favoritlyxartiklar. Och då måste jag ju bara besvara den också.

Hej Konsument: Tinet Elmgren

Senaste impulsköp: Jag minns inte. Det måste ha varit åratal sedan. Okej, kanske "Sovjet i Bild", en fantastiskt rolig bok från 1946 som jag hittade på Tradera någon gång i maj.
Bästa promenad: Med gräddbullen Misu på Orust.
Favoritdryck: Vatten. Mmm ...
Äter lyxmiddag på: Hemma.
Favoritgata: Ehh ... Zvezdnoi bul'var i Moskva? Fast det är kanske ingen riktig gata i den bemärkelsen, även om åtminstone rymdfartsmuseet (i monumentets sockel) torde ha en adress på den gatan.
Bästa förfestmusiken: Förfest? Vad är det? Vad gör man då???
Reser helst till: Platser där jag inte har varit förut.
Bästa mikromaten: Potatis? (Övermikrad, så att den är hård och torr som ett massivt chips, och Mihai tycker att den är cancerframkallande.)
En bra gå bort-present: Jag håller inte på med sånt där. När folk får presenter ska man verkligen mena det.
Favoritlyxartikel: Jag har inget sånt borgerligt skit.
Senaste upptäckt i Stockholm: SPX05.
Favvosajt: Det växlar med årstidernas och intressenas skiftningar. Just nu kanske midnighteye.com, schweinefreunde.de eller kommiekomiks.com ...
Favoritförort: Hjällbo.
Fikar gärna på: Det egna hemmet, eller hos min kära syster, som dock är i Finland just nu.
Favoritgrönsak: Gurkan är oslagbar, men det är inte alla exemplar i Sverige som smakar gott. Tyvärr. I Ryssland och Rumänien (och förmodligen många andra länder där folk odlar dem på ett vettigt sätt) brukar däremot de flesta gurkor smaka helt underbart.
Favoritfärg: Svart.
Favoritdjur: Svårt att välja. Jag identifierar mig mest med de intelligenta och känsliga grisarna, medan hundar är roliga att ludda med, hästar är kul att rida på och katter är galna i mig när jag jobbar som tidningsbud. Det är styggt att tämja vilda djur, så jag beundrar kråkor och korpar på avstånd.
Bil: Nej tack.
Världens bästa just nu levande konstnär: Argh ... en omöjlig fråga. Det finns så många som är bra på sitt eget sätt, och som inte går att jämföra med varandra.
Rockstjärna jag vill träffa: Jag vill inte träffa några rockstjärnor. Även om jag skulle gilla deras musik inebär det inte att jag automatiskt kommer att tycka att de är intressanta som människor.
Favvoskor: Hmm ... Mina getas? Fast de gör oväsen när jag går nerför trappor. Och a) jag bor på femte våningen i ett hus utan hiss, b) jag ogillar oväsen ... Mina kinesiska skor i röd brokad då? Nja, de är väldigt fina och bekväma, men de stinker tjära. (Och väcker mer eller mindre ångestfyllda barndomsminnen hos Mihai, eftersom alla gympaskor i Rumänien före 1989 var tjärstinkande billigimport från Kina.) Okej, jag har inga favvoskor.
Modeförebild: Historiska kung fu-filmer.
Mest överskattade affär: Jag orkar inte svara på den sortens kapitalistfråga. Börsen?
Det dyraste jag köpt: Min dator kanske (sex papp).
Mode jag aldrig vill se igen: Det är väl upp till var och en hur man väljer att klä sig, oavsett hur modet ser ut. Alltför många klär sig utan stil eller personlighet, och det är jäkligt tråkigt.
Favoritprodukt från Systembolaget: Jag har ALDRIG handlat på Systemet!!! Ha!
Bästa fyllekäket: Jag har ALDRIG varit full!!!! Ha!!!!
Dansar helst till: Nirvanas "Smells Like Teen Spirit" och Jimmy Eat Worlds "Pain" får mig att *snudda vid tanken* att mosha loss. Jag dansar aldrig, om inte någon faktiskt lyckas övertala mig. ("Någon" = Mihai)
Senast gnolade: "Bob Dylan's Dream"
Senaste fyndet: Herrbyxor i grå tweed funna i ett soprum vid Delphi. Stank kattpiss, men det gick ju att tvätta bort ... De är tragiskt nog slitna på cykelsadelytan, men annars är de hur coola som helst.
Favoritprodukt på apoteket: Aspirin! Mmm ...
Fulaste färgen på kläder: Allt beror på person och stil. Skitbeige, marinblått och jeanstyg ser enormt motbjudande ut på folk som klär sig i ekonom-borgar-business-politiker-stil, men kan se helt okej ut i andra samanhang. Vita skjortor är skrämmande på svenska slipsnissar, medan den här japanske ynglingen ser hur attraktiv ut som helst (kanske för att han påminner om Mihai, som också ser väldigt attraktiv ut i vita skjortor).

Posted at 12:40 pm by turukhtan
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Sharkskin Man and Peachhip Girl

Since my theme of the moment seems to be Japanese cinema, I might just as well mention another excellent film I watched the other day. It's directed by Katsuhito Ishii this time, based on a comic book by Minetaro Mochizuki.

People who don't like (or understand) it say it's "just another Tarantino rip-off", but while there might be a certain influence, it's surely a good and unique film as it is. (Be that as it may, apparently Tarantino really liked this film, and suggested that Ishii direct the animated episode in Kill Bill.)

The story in Sharkskin Man and Peachhip Girl is about two people on the run – the nerdy hotel receptionist Toshiko Momojiri (her last name literally means 'peachhip') wants to escape her perverted manager, who wants to force her to marry him, and mobster Samehada (= 'sharkskin') has stolen syndicate money.

Their paths cross when Toshiko (Sie Kohinata) is driving away from the hotel, and spots an almost naked man* – Samehada (Tadanobu Asano) – running along the road. This distracts her to the extent that she has an accident, ramming the car of the mobsters pursuing him.

Samehada's former gang is made up of a bunch of eccentric personalities. For instance, boss Tanuki (played by Ittoku Kishibe, as usual) collects enamel posters, and is very sensitive about people making fun of his hobby, while Mitsuru (Shingo Tsurumi) has superior smelling skills, but doesn't like going in the water, because it will ruin his special suit (which he claims is bulletproof). Samehada's best friend Sawada (Susumu Terajima, whom I swear I've seen in almost every Japanese film I've watched during the past year or two**), who is also forced to help in the chase, seems almost too plain to really fit in among the other yakuza …

The film is bizarre and wacky, but also beautiful and sad. I was still crying days after I had watched it ... In these damn Japanese stories, people really do die – and not just the 'bad guys'. As a matter of fact, there aren’t really any entirely bad guys.

* Yes, Tadanobu Asano is pretty hairy for someone mostly Japanese!!
** This is not only true of Terajima. In modern Japanese cinema, the same actors seem to keep acting in the same kind of films over and over again. In an interview, Tadanobu Asano was asked whether his frequent appearances in several dozens of films and commercials isn't a bit overkill, to which he replied: "In Japan unfortunately our movie audience is not big enough for my performances to become overkill. Not enough people go to see Japanese movies for that to happen."

Posted at 6:08 am by turukhtan
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Saturday, August 06, 2005
More Teah - The City of Lost Souls

Due to a misfocused trailer and some misunderstanding reviews for Ichi the Killer (making its violence seem dead serious and ubiquitous), I had long been hesitating to watch any of Takashi Miike's films.

Having finally dared to watch Ichi the Killer a few days ago, I was even a bit angry that I had let myself be influenced so much. Yes, it *is* pretty violent. But while there is some sexual violence that isn't the least funny or entertaining in any way, a lot of the film is really hilarious. Kakihara (played by Tadanobu Asano) is one of the funniest and most sympathetic characters I've seen in any film for quite some time. I felt genuinely sorry for him when Ichi didn't want to kill him in the end ...

Yup, watching Takeshi Kitano's Violent Cop was infinitely more disturbing than Ichi the Killer, because the former film really was dead serious, while the latter was funny, albeit in a sick way.

So, anyway, I also watched Miike's The City of Lost Souls. Since a lot of Miike fans seem to hate it, I figured it would be a good film to watch early on in my exploration of this director's works, so I wouldn't have any too big expectations about how it *should* be.

It's a fast-paced and (literally) explosive love story about the Brazilian gangster Mario and the Chinese hairdresser Kei (who is a really tough gal), who get into trouble with insane yakuza and Chinese mob bosses obsessed with ping-pong and bondage. It's the kind of love story I like.

Most of the film is set in Shinjuku, which in this film is depicted in a kind of reversed-Amélie way: while the fantasy Montmartre of Amélie is as ethnically homogenous as possible, the fantasy Shinjuku of The City of Lost Souls is as ethnically diverse as possible.

The last line of the film - "Must be Latin blood. Hot tempered." - could be seen as an interesting view from 'the other side'. Usually, it's the Japanese that are perceived as strange and inexplicable, but here, it seems that the feeling is mutual - Japanese might not always understand, for instance, those mysterious Latinos.

Yeah, and Mario is played by Teah, whom I wrote about earlier in connection with 1-Ichi. He is equally good-looking in this film, although it seems his private parts are kind of small (you can't see anything of them dangling around from behind). *sigh*

Kei is played by Michelle Reis, also very good-looking. She has previously played Jet Li's love interest in Fong Sai-Yuk, and I must say that the role as Kei becomes her a lot more. She kicks major ass.

Posted at 3:10 pm by turukhtan
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Monday, August 01, 2005
Megamårtron is at it again ...

A moment ago, I suddenly heard a noise from inside my computer. It could have resembled a small explosion. It could also have resembled what I always imagine a gun with a silencer to sound like when it goes "PAK!" in the comic books (the sound is from the hammer). In any case, I prepared for the worst.

I shut down my computer and opened the side. At first, I could see nothing wrong, except this little piece of plastic (about 1 cm wide) on the floor:

I looked around some more, until I realised one of the straps holding the cooler in place was hanging loose.

Hmm ... I wonder if I have a guarantee on that one. I had to exchange the original cooler for this one, because it made a terrible noise, and I kept the paperwork for it ... except it's all in my basement in Kävlinge.

I guess it could also help if I, hrm, removed the dust from the computer's inside a bit more often ... this is an old and very dusty apartment.

Posted at 5:59 pm by turukhtan
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Sunday, July 31, 2005
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I watched 1-Ichi (the prequel to Ichi the Killer) yesterday, and I must conclude that the model/actor Teah is one of Japan's hottest proofs that racial mixture is a good thing.

Since no one else seems to have done it yet, I made a few screencaps with him and put them on the net.

Posted at 7:46 am by turukhtan
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Saturday, July 30, 2005

I'm pretty much straightedge in practise, so all drugs have a heavy impact on me. Yesterday I couldn't sleep, because I had tea with Ainur. (It could also have something to do with the fact that I was so excited about my new plans to stay in this apartment even after Mihai leaves, because it would be just about SEK500 more expensive than my apartment in Kävlinge, anyway, and when you add the stress of commuting by unreliable trains etc., it's so much worth it ... I can easily compensate for the 500 crowns by not buying any ready-made food, including bread, or clothes. I found a pair of tweed pants in the trash last week, so my new fall wardrobe is all set. :oD)

Anyway, I tried without any too big success to convince Ainur to have one of the characters in the comic she's working on have vitiligo. The character is supposed to be partly based on Mitsu, so I just couldn't see why she should miss this opportunity. Not just because she could make the character look even more like Mitsu, give people with vitiligo a positive role model and reduce the stigmatizing of the condition. But the main reason is that vitiligo looks really cool! Especially on black people.

(Borrowed from avrf.org)

(Borrowed from psoriasiscafe.org)

(Borrowed from atlas-dermato.org) Sometimes vitiligo makes the hair white, too.

More information about vitiligo can be found at zebracorn.com. In India, according to this article, vitiligo (n.b. - in *women*) is so stigmatized that people with even the slightest trace of it aren't considered suitable for marriage.

Mum has vitiligo, and it looks really kickass. She has a pigment-less spot on her foot that looks like a mouse, and I've been trying to convince her to tattoo the contours of a mouse or rat on it to emphasize it.

(Muskelimimmi is borrowed from Yellow Peril)

Mitsu looks like she has some kind of vitiligo. Most dogs seem to have spotted black and white skin, and it's funny how the spots in the fur are different from the spots on the skin.
Sergei's skin looks like it has some kind of seasonal vitiligo - in the winter, the parts that are least exposed to the sun become pink, but they magically turn black again in the summer after some sunbathing.

Sergei waiting for a belly rub.

But it seems like "real" vitiligo really does appear among dogs, too. Here's an akita with vitiligo on his Nasenschwamm: http://www.japaninkippura.net/sony.html

Posted at 6:13 am by turukhtan
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Friday, July 29, 2005
Twilight sky

I haven't figured out how to use the 'panorama' function of my camera yet, so I made this just by pasting together two individual photographs.

(Click it to look closer.)

Posted at 7:06 am by turukhtan
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