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Hay.
Since last i speedposted outside of my exam locale, alot has happened in my speedy world.
At the moment, i am sitting at a slightly unconfortable chair in Oslo, waiting for my train home. I’ve been here this weekend for a globalization conferance held by the norwegian branch of the world social forum. It has been awesome.
I wish to share a tale I came upon. It is quite sad. Me and my special ladyfriend were sitting at a coffehouse, waiting for the buss. We were sitting in a sofa outside in the snow (but under a pull-out roof and heat lamps), enjoying a nice hot cup of delicious cocoa.
Inside of the store a man sat, by himself. He was enjoying a delicious pastry and a cup of coffe, obviously quite satisfied as he was singing to himself of his achievement. “Nice for him”, I thought.
So, there we are outside of the store in the sofa. He then comes out, and tells us that it looks like we are having a nice time, and that he never could have that when he was young, because he was too shy. Now he is all alone, all his family is dead, no children or grandchildren. Noone he can have a nice time with but himself. He said that if he could go back 40 years, he would do it all differently. Then he told us that he lives in an institution, and they have failed to make him better.
After this extremely sad note, he walked back inside the coffehouse and sat back down at his table. As we walked away I could hear him sing to himself “I am crazy, I am crazy”
Sometimes I hate what this world does to some people. I do hope this poor man finds happiness, because noone should live their last days regretting their life.
Vegard
Hello world.
So, today I read that Googles Chrome OS will be delayed by several months. As one of the nerds that have been looking forward to this day like children waiting for Christmas day, I got very sad. So after a short google search, I ended up at Hexxeh`s Chrome OS site, which has a bunch of readily compiled Chrome OS images ready for download, with easy-to-follow instructions on how to install it.
Just look at that beautiful logo..
So here I am sitting on a beta-version of Chrome OS. It is by no means bug free, my settings tab does nothing, my keyboard has no Norwegian layout so i have to turn to trickery and deceit to type typical Norwegian letters, and internet seems to only work when it wants to. For orders sake, shall add that my computer is a netbook, of the Acer Aspire One, 532h persuasion.
Despite this, I really look forward to the day when I can use this delicious OS as my main OS. Woo!
Peace out, sauerkraut
Good Evening.
Yesterday, I was heading home. I had attended a memorial gathering for the night of broken glass, the night the 9th of November 1938, where a series of brutal attacks against Jews in Germany and Austria. We remember this, so that we remember never to allow Nazism and right-wing fascism to return, especially important when there are Nazis in both the Swedish and the Hungarian parliaments. That’s not what I’m blogging about, however.
On the buss ride home, I was listening to the radio. They told the story of a 16 year old girl in 1979, who on a Monday took a gun to school, and killed two adults, and injured several people. She showed no remorse, and when asked why she did it, she said “I don’t like Mondays; this livens up the day.”
The Boomtown Rats, an awesome old rock group, made this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2I84-A9duY&feature=related
Funny world isn’t it, when such a tragedy inspires such a great song?
Vegard
Hello, my dearies.
I thought I would share with you the tale of the low attention span man.
In his childhood, he could never stick with an activity, because he got tired of football. So he started with taekwondo. He got tired of that, so he started wrestling. He got tired of that, so he started gaming. He switched games and/or characters constantly.
Then he got into politics. He attended lots of stuff, and eventually got himself some positions in boards. He also started a bachelor in political science. But he lost focus after one year, and moved away, leaving his political terms half-finished, for someone else to take over.
In his new city, he started an integrated master-program of English, music and pedagogics, which would leave him as a respectable teacher-man. He also got himself lots of new political positions here.
Right now, our hero is considering moving to Oslo. He has a grand scheme in which he will take lots of awesome subjects, like a bachelors degree in middle eastern studies with Arabic and an obligatory term in an Arabic speaking country, and come out the other end as an awesome teacher with a funny hat.
Oh, low attention span man. Will you ever finish an education?
So I started this book for English (that I read four years ago and forgot about… but don’t mind that!) and I finished it in the same night. I thought it needed a post.
The book, which I thought was going to be whiny feminism, was about an African American woman who married very young.
All her life, she fantasized and idealized love. It was something that swept her away; it was something that was sacred in nature and, frankly, perfect in every way, shape, and form. And then, she got to the marrying age. Her grandmother (mother figure) in the book married her off to some financially stable bloke and she was treated like a pack mule. Always complaining, she did not notice the good he was providing. The shelter, the food, the water were all ignored because she didn’t love him. But a love like that doesn’t exist. The perfect relationship doesn’t exist.
She ran away from husband number one for husband number two. He was a dreamer who treated her like a princess. But that wasn’t good enough for her. She needed to be respected, to be a part of everything, to be the center of attention. She stayed in her self-inflicted misery for twenty years until husband number two, a rather prosperous man, died. Then she went to husband number three.
It was the story of a woman who dreamed too much as a child and whose unrealistic ideals screwed up the rest of her life. This is the classic situation I bitch about daily. Is we aren’t realists, if we are optimists or even idealists, we will be screwed up. We will never be happy; we will never have the ability to be happy. The world will not become that fairy tale we’ve always hoped for because life actually sucks. Idealists are the worst.