Late post and headbanging.

This posting comes late, and yes I am ashamed. But sometimes I really don't get the nessery time to sit down and reflect on what to write. It's a working progress, I assure you, with all my hart. Blogging about the things that concern are fun and reflective, so I think I'm not gonna end it any time soon. It's a Sunday night, and I got things to write.


Barak Obama winning the South Carolina primary was fantastic news to wake up today. Really sticking it to that fucking corrupt hag Hillary. 55%!!! Excellent turnout from the democratic side compared to the republican primary in SC. He left me with real hope and making me reflect on a JFK speech from 1961: "We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first revolution. Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans—born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage—and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this Nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world." Yes. Hope is here.

This week has been a tumble of recessive compulsive worrying about the the things in the near future. I currently looking for a new apartment, and this is not going so well as I'd hope. Not much to choose from and I can't just get any old apartment either. I really hope this setback will not last long. Maybe next week will bring better fortune. Another concern of mine is the need for a new computer. The old one I'm writing on right now just does not cut the meat anymore. Slow and old. Narf. Work has been a mixed affair this week, with some upsides to work. Getting to see Nacreous clouds (or mother-of-pearl clouds) this other day, was extremely enjoy full, and I probably would not have seen them if I was not working outside. As hard as it was, with the weather we've been having lately, it was a great upside to the week. Money is slipping through my fingers, and I'm considering getting a second job, one or twice a week, just so that I maybe can start saving for the many things I need. But I also would like time in my day. Narf.












On Thursday a got the delightful chance to go to a concert. The band Sworn (with Max from work on vocals) supporting some other band I can't remember the name of...Met Kristin at her place before going to the concert. And Jokke finally at Inside. I highly enjoyed the evening, with great company and generally good bands on stage. Kristin introduced me to Lama, the founder of Dominion, and we slowly got to talking about different things. A new photographer. Great, he said. I like having the opportunity of having a fixed role for my love for the art, and I will really enjoy taking pictures as long as can for Dominion.

Talked to my parents today, with general chit chat in mind, and a plea for money for a new computer. Parents said no. Ah well, worth a try. Fuck. With weird things happening across the street and the near future uncertain, I bang my head against the wall.

-50% Brightness; 100% Contrast

Tonsils (/Dates) can sometimes be a real pain in the ass, considering the fact that this week has been a painful and a great tormentor of my throat. Having my tonsils blow up the size of golf balls, making me snoar (worse!), moody and apathetic at times. But some how I have gotten through this week, by generally looking forward to the weekend. Come Friday, the day we all look forward to as the long lost friend in the time of need. Work was as usual, a constant long drag of the same replicating task the one is assigned to do, the clock slowly turning is hands in the right direction. Making my way towards town today a took a new route. One I have probably made once or twice while living in Bergen. It was nice. And refreshing. For the evening a dicided to go for two wines, my usual Eco Italian, Saladini Pilastri Rosso Piceno 2006 and a delightful Bordeaux, Ch. le Grand Housteau 2006. Food was something going to be a little harder, and thinking what to buy on empty stomach was not going to help. Tapas with olivebread ++, I thought at first. But after looking at the price, I decided to go for take-away pizza instead. I was really looking forward to the evening. Food, wine and the new Terminator series "the cronicals of sarah connor" with Kristin for company. Ghost in the Shell was also great watching again, always! But nodding off on the date is not cool. Even if she understood it was because of the daily grind.

Wakening up on Saturday, I felt really good, but insanly dry in my mouth. A yes, snoring again I thought. She must have loved that, keeping her up. She told me later on, over breakfast, that I almost stopped breading a couple of times. Her holding her breath, worried as sick as if I was dieing there and then...I suddenly realized that going to the doctor was maybe a good idea. After a long a delightful breakfast, I had the sudden urge for making the day worth while. I jumped on the first bus towards "Lagunen" to go shopping for Dual-Layer disks. A decrepit old woman was pissed of at the bus driver for not picking her up at the "right" stopping point, and kept on fucking arguing all the way up to Lagunen. My my iPod was at home. At fucking home. The whole trip ended up with no disks and me forgetting my bloody umbrella while buying food. The mood was not great later that evening, ice cream craving, and the bloody tonsils. Arrg.

Vapor trails

Body aching. Woke up today with my body screaming. Felt sick. These past couple of days have been grooling. Waking up, getting to work and having the body screaming of relentless tiredness. The funny thing is that this goes away during the day. Fuck that. Marius is good person to have around these days. A true friend.




Got through the last batch of cables today. The last 60. We had the rutine going great today, with some slight wiping from yours truly when it was needed. The job needed momentum going all the time. "J" was worried about the job was going to fast, and that maybe we should slow down a bit. I just told him that the faster we worked the fucking faster we got inside again. He shut up. After lunch me and Marius where put to work pressing the spacer ring on the cables. Tool's Lateraus was insane. So in tune with my current state of mind. Great album. Period.

After work the "gang" went for burgers at Inside. Had gotten a call from a friend just before work ended asking me over sushi. Felt really bad for standing her up, again(!). Well, me being a vegetarian and all, fried potatoes with dip was all I got. Surrounded by meat again, I always feel no remorse for letting go of meat. Wondered in town for a while, shopping for Ghost in the Shell. I've tried for torrents now. One looks promising. Buying is only a backup. I love Manga. Got home, ate som soup, watched some more Sopranos. Starting to really like it. Thank Marius. Going to visit a friend tomorrow. Wine I will bring.

Moo.

Moderet concerns of happiness.

There could be times that I really need to let go. Let go of the past and look to the future. And see the world in new light. Forgive me for being so coy, but there are days in my life that seem void, void of the simplest of control, thought and longing for something more. This year will maybe be a breaking point in my life. When things that have been left undone, and purely forgotten, have maybe been give an a new lease of life. This is what this blog is going to be, my bare witness for something more in life.

Today started of by dragging myself out of bed, and into the bathroom (for some cold refreshment to old mug). The kitchen is my humble friend in the early hours of the morning, with coffee for drinking and the odd cereal for eating. Turned on the radio to listen what news of the night had brought to the man sitting by a microphone in Oslo. Mitt Romney had won the Michigan primary. Fucking great, another religious fucker to get the thumbs up. Mormon asshat! Don't know what to expect from this election, I just hope there is light at the end of the tunnel. Not looking forward to the world being raped for another 8 years.

The walk to work was music-less today, sometimes the sound of the city wakening up is peaceful and overwhelmingly powerful. Today was like may other days at work. Random chit-chat with guys at work, in between the mass production of hydro phonic cables. Today was somewhat different, we where slowly running out of work. W00t?...you might yell. Understaft at the other end of production. After lunch me, J and Y where put to work packing a container full our glorious cables. 120 non-the less. The smell of fresh air with the salty smell of the sea, made me really contempt with the job in hand. Working in the rain was not a big deal, either, it only made it feel like home, and the time I was working in on the barren lands of BHFS. The constant stop and think work policy from "J" was a constant bother. The guy is a moron. As the job got evermore straining and tiresome, getting are gloves soaked from all the rain, warm coffee was a welcome friend. After work the long hall to buy waccume (?) bags in town, was mildly boring and cold. When I got home a long hot shower was orgasmic, well almost. Fell face first onto my bed. Slept for 2 hours.

There is been something taunting my mood lately. Always under the weather. Depressed, maybe...no. Life is looking good. But, I'm not contempt. My heart beats to another rhythm, and someone to dance with.

Love for a new year and the endless possibilities...

Things to do, pictures to take and projects to make. Have my say in the world to day. To make things they way they should be, and not just what could have been. Could there be new light for this blog of mine? How knows...but I really thinking of making it a working progress for this year. I better, damb it!! 2008 here it comes, my morning light, becan of hope, and things to come.

narf.