The jazz minister sang in Ladonia All Stars together with Marianne Racine, Kajsa Åström, Lilian Lexfors and Jan Zedenius. We could hear the traditional favorites like Blackbird and Take the A-Train.
The new minister of blues Dan Jensen had a very convincing performance on his blues guitar, creating intensity with pieces as ”Red Rooster Blues”.
From ”Teater Inkompetent” Nicolas Rodrigues and Christian Nielsen came with guitars and song.
Tiit Mathiesen, minister of brain, and Staffan Holmin, played saxophones together with Ulf Samuelsson on ukulele. An undisputable hit was ”Local Hero” that went straight into the hearts of the public.
And we shall not forget to mention the real music makers with drums and background sounds and rythms given professionally by Bo Eriksson, guitar, Mattis Olsson and Roine Sangenberg afrodrums.
The state secretary Lars Vilks said a few words about the shortness of life and played ”Eine Kleine Nachtmusik” by Mozart on seashell, though hardly convincing.
 The Blues Ladies and Jan Zedenius. |
 Minister of Brain and Staffan Holmin |
 New Minister of Blues, Dan Jensen |
 Teater Inkompetent, Christian Nielsen and Nicolas Rodrigues. |
 The Blues Ladies with Jazz Minister Margareta Granvik. |
I declare a Formal Claim too between 90 degrees west and 150 degrees west of said Antarctica Continent as an over sea's colony of Ladonia in the Name of Marquis James von Hartman, MLP effective this date.
This claim is to supersede any past current or future claim by any other nation. With right of ingress and egress at all times for any purpose, including all mineral rights. Too warrant and forever defend against every person whomsoever lawfully claiming or to claim the same or any part thereof. Weather occupied in cyberspace or physical territory claimed.
Marquis James von Hartman
Founder of Hartmanburg
Founder of Ladonia Antartica Colony
Minister of Future Science
Disputes—international: Antarctic Treaty defers claims (see Antarctic Treaty Summary above); sections (some overlapping) claimed by Argentina, Australia, Chile, France (Adelie Land), New Zealand (Ross Dependency), Norway (Queen Maud Land), and UK; the US and most other nations do not recognize the territorial claims of other nations and have made no
claims themselves (the US reserves the right to do so); no formal claims have been made in the sector between 90 degrees west and 150 degrees west.
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After overcoming two enormous obstacles, on a heavily overcast day, the Conquest of Picnic Point has been carried out at 3:33 p.m., on Friday, June 16, 2000. Due to heavy rains during the past month conquering the Rock was not possible therefore the Embassy Contingent decided to lay claim to the territory lying beyond the flooded area (ca. one half of the peninsula). No resistance was encountered. Only enemy presence noticed was a single duck floating in the muck. The Conquest was carried out by Countess Madeleine, Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary Ambassador, Gursharn Khatra of Punjab, Chief of Embassy Security, Greta H. Glover, Chief of Reconnaissance and Battle Planning. Inclosed is one of four .jpg-s. The Conquest was followed by a victory feast on the Terrace of UW-Madison. After the Feast the warriors rode back to the Embassy on their trusty two-wheeled steeds, Ferocious Fuchsia, Blue Thunder and Fire-Spewing-Fighting Sir Raleigh.
Humbly,
The Conquering Countess Madeleine, Ambassador and Eternal Minister of Tennis
and Figure Skating and staff
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While working around 30 Danish boys came to look at what I was doing. They asked in their special language: ”Is it him?”, ”Is it him?” After a while the questions changed to ”I think it is him.” This hypothesis then became a conclusion: ”It is him! It is him!” A female danish scool teacher took a photo of the librarian at this point. A young boy wasn’t convinced of the conclusion and asked a direct questin to the librarian: ”Have you made all this?” The librarian understood that his short and happy moment of being HIM was almost over. ”No” he answered, ”I am just a librarian”. The rumour spread quickly: ”It isn’t HIM. It is only HIS friend.”
I must confess that it was rather enchanting but also strange to for a few minutes be the state secretary.
Thus reporting from the library and
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalll
Steingrímur Jónsson
State Librarian
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I just discovered that male babies are being named Ladonia. They are
said to be diplomats.
This is amazing news to be found here:
http://www.kabalarians.com/male/ladonia.htm
I also want the party-program and website address (http://www.geocities.com/conservativepartyofladonia/index.html) sent to all citizens.
http://surf.to/avec
http://www.geocities.com/jane_leo_70/
sidan där det står om vår stat är:
http://www.geocities.com/jane_leo_70/Ladonia.html
A word from our Minister of Health
Once I had a flash-thought.
There is no definite barrier between our physical body and the universe, you cannot say that at a certain line drawn somewhere one ceases and the other begins. There is no way telling an "outer world" as represented in our brains apart from an "outer world" in itself - any interactions with "the outside" must rest on imagination. This is not at all so bad, it brings freedom, and freedom is neccessary for creativity, for life.
But, as a dire consequence, those aspects of us that are well defined need not be more than imagined! Our most cherished "charming" or "all-too-human-and-thus-pardonable" personalities may be altogether unreal.
Dear folks, inasmuch you might be identified with the aforementioned, your well bred and educated nice socially compatible streamlined personality, your name, profession, rank, your degree - like of general honesty - you don't exist - not at all one tiny little bit !!!
I am schocked !! I may have be writing this column all these years for ghosts, for shadows fluttering about involved in very important businesses which however also probably don't exist.
The Deparment of Health has - prompted by this severe state of shock in me - effectuated an investigation whether there exists life on earth at all - or it is only virtual - that is to say, confusingly like life, but not the real thing. Preliminary reports are appalling and seem to disclose that most of the Ministry's own staff doesn't exist either.
Thus realizing that I, the undersigned, might be the only living person on this planet, and understanding that anybodies time here is limited, how should I best make use of myself in the interest of my fellow men, who might or might not exist at all? Something in me, deep inside, whisperes: "A Treatise on Consciousness". Considering the general force of attraction of learned treatises, however, I make it short:
- All experience is immediate, except thought - of the ordinary kind that makes you frown and scratch your neck.
- There is a strange trance-like feeling of "contact" at successful psi-experiments. And further from personal experience, my body wakes up in water, especially if there is surf, which is always dancing - but that feels trance-like too - the same happens to the mind in creative processes, it becomes trancelike, and what is love other than waking up to trance?
- Thus comes the question, where should we seek consciousness, among concepts slowly working like grind-stones - or in the fleeting state of trance?
- When I was little my mother used to dismiss my innocent impulses to conform with customs and commonly accepted behaviour among people outside our house, exclaiming: "Others may walk on their heads if it pleases them, but you must still walk on your feet!". Without thinking more deeply about it, I suppose, in great generality as the mathematicians love to appreciate, she had actually made a most pertinent statement about the status of consciousness and human values precisely in our days.
- And in accordance with this, the Ministry of Health finds itself under the obligation to issue a warning: That what has been considered as glorious human "consciousness" is entirely unreal. That what has been considered worth while dealing with only in our pastime, the dreaming of our "subconscious", is the only bit that is real in us.
- The world is profoundly different from what you think - if you don't exist!
Thus the Ladonian Ministry of Health, still in a state of shock, vishes
All Peoples World-wide a rejuvenating and refreshing autumn!