Johan Eriksson

En gång i tiden var man minsann rockstjärna och låg etta på ZTV-toppen :) youtube.com/watch?v=9F8Bl-…

GRATTIS! De vinner det Det gyllene förstoringsglaset: ► SVT Verifierar. ► Lisa Eriksson på Makerzone i Sollentuna. ► Hederspris: Folkbibliotekarien. #källkritikensdag 🇸🇪 #lähdekritiikinpäivä 🇫🇮 #kildekritikkensdag 🇩🇰 #kildekritikkensdag 🇳🇴 kallkritikbyran.se/har-ar-vinnarn…

Sonen hittade en cool retro T-shirt med #sonicyouth på Ettresex på Söder för 8000kr och skickade en bild från provhytten. Jag fattade inte för jag trodde han tagit min från 1993 som jag sparat. Väldigt nöjd när jag sen tog fram min när han kom hem. Men kanske borde man sälja..?

Efter 21,5 år i Sollentuna, varav de senaste 14 år på Runbackaskolan, gjorde jag idag min sista dag på skolan. Från imorgon börjar ett nytt äventyr som rektor på Källtorpskolan, en högstadieskola i Kallhäll/Järfälla.

@itsaftabb @Morbidful In the background there’s a german fake tree

Eben Byers was an American socialite, sportsman, and industrialist. He won the 1906 U.S. Amateur in golf. In 1927, Byers injured his arm falling from a railway sleeping berth. For the persistent pain, a doctor suggested he take Radithor, a solution of radium in water. Byers began taking several doses of Radithor per day, believing it gave him a "toned-up feeling", but stopped in October 1930 (after taking some 1400 doses) when that effect faded. He lost weight and had headaches, and his teeth began to fall out. In 1931, the Federal Trade Commission asked him to testify about his experience, but he was too sick to travel so the commission sent a lawyer to take his statement at his home. The lawyer reported that Byers's "whole upper jaw, excepting two front teeth and most of his lower jaw had been removed" and that "All the remaining bone tissue of his body was disintegrating, and holes were actually forming in his skull." His death on March 31, 1932 was attributed to "radiation poisoning" using the terminology of the time, but it was due to cancers, not acute radiation syndrome.

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I posted a picture of my dog, and everyone started laughing and calling him crooked face and ugly, but for me, he is handsome and perfect! 🥺

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@skelleftea_aik Kung!

✍️ | Efter 6 NHL-säsonger går flyttlasset hem till Sverige & upp till Norrland – med ett kontrakt skrivet till 2027. Varmt välkommen, Andreas Johnson! skellefteaaik.se/article/1luas3…

A British writer penned the best description of Donald Trump I’ve ever read: “Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?” A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief. Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty. Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness. There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege. And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down. So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that: • Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are. • You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man. This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump. And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.” -Nate White

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Dags för skolstart!

In Iran if a 12-year-old girl is raped and impregnated by her father, she must carry the baby to term, or be thrown in prison for life. Wait, sorry, no. That's Mississippi.

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#OTD in 1994. It's the battle of the underdogs in California as Sweden and Romania go the distance in their quarter final. Penalty heartache awaits #USA94 🇺🇸⚽️

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@SeattleKraken $100 to whoever can pronounce Skelleftea. Swedes not eligible😉

ZEB! ZEB! ZEB! 🫡 180th pick = Zeb Forsfjall

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