New address from 27.12.08
Åsa Bergem
Sverdrupsgate 9 A
0559 Oslo
Norway
(That is NO hint at all from me of course
about X-mas gifts or other forms of bribery. ha, ha ;-)
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 06, 2008
List nr 13: Things I loved as a kid
After having worked with children a lot, you start to think about some things
Like the development of personality
The funny thing is that you see their differences and personalities sooo early. Its truly fascinating
And I see that the things I loved to do as a kid, reflects who I am still today.
I was talking to my sweet grandmother here the other day and she told me stories from when I was a kid. She said that these were a few of the things I loved to do:
1.Go up to a big mudpond close to the house and jump all around in it (especially those time they put on my shiny, white, newly washed overall)
2.Sing, sing and sing. After she had put me to bed and gone downstairs I would always get up and hold on to my bed while singing to myself until I collapsed in my bed and fell asleep
3.Invent stories. And it seems I was very
good at it as well. I have a friend of mine who still believes that I had tree blue cats. She claims that she even saw them (this is what makes me believe I was a real badass at telling the stories, haha), but that they were blown away by the wind, she claims, and that's how I lost them.
4.Dares. I could for some reason never say no to a dare. I ate dangerous stuff just because somebody said that I wouldn't do it. And got in trouble with the kindergarten, doing stuff people told me I wouldn't dare to do. Ha ha! Nobody tells me that I cannot do something!!!!
5.Doing stuff that seemed risky. Me and my best friend had a favorite hobby: Climbing roofs and jumping from the next roof to the other.
To get
to the first "Starters roof" at my house, we had tree options.
-Either to climb a pretty easy and safe way (which we never chose, as it was boring)
-Or go through the neighbor's gardens (where there lived a woman who always used to scream at us, if she saw us) which I did now and then, cause it was a little fun,
-Or climb a plank we called "the rotten one" (which looked like it would collapse any day soon and which also was very hard to climb and which we were advised never to climb again after a neighbor saw us doing it), Of course I chose this one I most of the time, haha!
6.Draw. I have been drawing like my life
depended on it ever since I was a tiny little bugger. My mother had to buy new sheets og paper all the time cause I was drawing so quickly.
I used to draw my own comics that often had either a comment on political, romantic or religious issues (yes, we were quite occupied with politics even though we didnt get much of it), I find them quite satirical and funny when I read them now. (Looking at this drawing - what do you think he is saying?)
Then in 7 grade there was this girl that drew very slowly and precise. This influenced me a lot, since I thought it was so pretty, and I had a looong period where I made the most awfully boring drawings. I later found back to my more "rough, and quick" style, which I still prefer.
7:Climb. All kinds of stuff. Trees, buildings, roofs. (See point 5)
The tree on the picture is one of my fav trees in the world. (I think I am secretly in love with him.) He is a grand old oak - they are my favourite, because they are so gnarly, twisted, powerful and nice.
8.Talk and laugh. I seemed to be an extremely outgoing kid. And also almost happy all the time. My teacher called me our class butterfly, twirling from person to person laughing and talking and smiling.
I had an extreme downperiode from 13 to 19, being very introverted and shy. (Mostly because of some really bad experiences) But now I feel I am back to my true nature.
9.Explore. Every little mudpond was a little adventure full of magical worlds. I still think they are and I never get tired of exploring :)
10:Cuddle and hugs. Will never get tired of that. I have never met anybody yet that has "outcuddled me". I can cuddle for days straight. Ha ha!
Like the development of personality
The funny thing is that you see their differences and personalities sooo early. Its truly fascinating
And I see that the things I loved to do as a kid, reflects who I am still today.
I was talking to my sweet grandmother here the other day and she told me stories from when I was a kid. She said that these were a few of the things I loved to do:
1.Go up to a big mudpond close to the house and jump all around in it (especially those time they put on my shiny, white, newly washed overall)2.Sing, sing and sing. After she had put me to bed and gone downstairs I would always get up and hold on to my bed while singing to myself until I collapsed in my bed and fell asleep
3.Invent stories. And it seems I was very
good at it as well. I have a friend of mine who still believes that I had tree blue cats. She claims that she even saw them (this is what makes me believe I was a real badass at telling the stories, haha), but that they were blown away by the wind, she claims, and that's how I lost them.4.Dares. I could for some reason never say no to a dare. I ate dangerous stuff just because somebody said that I wouldn't do it. And got in trouble with the kindergarten, doing stuff people told me I wouldn't dare to do. Ha ha! Nobody tells me that I cannot do something!!!!
5.Doing stuff that seemed risky. Me and my best friend had a favorite hobby: Climbing roofs and jumping from the next roof to the other.
To get
to the first "Starters roof" at my house, we had tree options.-Either to climb a pretty easy and safe way (which we never chose, as it was boring)
-Or go through the neighbor's gardens (where there lived a woman who always used to scream at us, if she saw us) which I did now and then, cause it was a little fun,
-Or climb a plank we called "the rotten one" (which looked like it would collapse any day soon and which also was very hard to climb and which we were advised never to climb again after a neighbor saw us doing it), Of course I chose this one I most of the time, haha!
6.Draw. I have been drawing like my life
depended on it ever since I was a tiny little bugger. My mother had to buy new sheets og paper all the time cause I was drawing so quickly.I used to draw my own comics that often had either a comment on political, romantic or religious issues (yes, we were quite occupied with politics even though we didnt get much of it), I find them quite satirical and funny when I read them now. (Looking at this drawing - what do you think he is saying?)
Then in 7 grade there was this girl that drew very slowly and precise. This influenced me a lot, since I thought it was so pretty, and I had a looong period where I made the most awfully boring drawings. I later found back to my more "rough, and quick" style, which I still prefer.
7:Climb. All kinds of stuff. Trees, buildings, roofs. (See point 5)
The tree on the picture is one of my fav trees in the world. (I think I am secretly in love with him.) He is a grand old oak - they are my favourite, because they are so gnarly, twisted, powerful and nice.8.Talk and laugh. I seemed to be an extremely outgoing kid. And also almost happy all the time. My teacher called me our class butterfly, twirling from person to person laughing and talking and smiling.
I had an extreme downperiode from 13 to 19, being very introverted and shy. (Mostly because of some really bad experiences) But now I feel I am back to my true nature.
9.Explore. Every little mudpond was a little adventure full of magical worlds. I still think they are and I never get tired of exploring :)10:Cuddle and hugs. Will never get tired of that. I have never met anybody yet that has "outcuddled me". I can cuddle for days straight. Ha ha!
Friday, November 14, 2008
A tiny, little flower
There was this tiny, little flower
living in a veeery big forest
Sometimes this forest was so dark
and filled with scary things
Drawings by Aasa
living in a veeery big forest
Sometimes this forest was so dark
and filled with scary things
Drawings by Aasa
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Ode to joy
Who can beat this version of Beethovens "Ode to joy"
All credits to the extremely handsome and sweet Erling for this found
Here is an other brilliant video. Made by Pixar before they were bought by Disney.
All credits to the extremely handsome and sweet Erling for this found
Here is an other brilliant video. Made by Pixar before they were bought by Disney.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Redinfing emotions
I found this online, and I think it is a good method. It is also a known technique in classic psychology, only the approach is somewhat different. For me it did a lot, so I want to share it with those who read my blog.
"In order to be brave you must first start by being afraid
for true courage lies in the overcoming of fear
not in its absence"
~ Aasa
Learn to feel your emotions fully and not resist them
Allow your emotions to flow, even the painful ones
1 Accept full responsibility for your emotion
No matter who or what you think caused your emotion
You take full responsibility now
2 Name your emotions
Giving your emotion a name increases clarity, awareness and consciousness
Don't just say you feel sad bad or mad
Expand your emotional knowledge until you can positively identify the feeling of violation, disappointments, anxiety, shame, embarrassments and much more
3 Let go of the story
The story is whatever outside yourself that you think caused your emotion
Literally see the story being cut off from your emotion and fading away
Let go of the story and keep the emotion that you created which now has a name
4 Accept the emotion
This means not judging it . Good or bad
Accept the emotion in a spirit of gratitude and learning
This is necessary to do the next step properly
5 Feel the emotion
With no judging or resistance
Simply feel the emotion
Notice where in your body you experience the emotion
Raise your consciousness as you become a witness - observe your emotion
What you resist will persist
and allowing the emotion in this way is the very opposite of resistance
6 Ask for clarity
In a spirit of learning and willingness to grow
Ask for insight as for the reason to the emotion
Don't go back to the story - the cause of the emotion is you and nothing outside yourself
Ask, what do I need to learn from this emotion?
Also ask, what ineffective belief do I own that has created this emotion?
7 Identify the belief
Create a space for the answer to come (it will come)
At the root of nearly every painful emotion is an ineffective belief
You may believe that you must make everyone happy
You may believe that you cant be loved if you are not perfect
You may believe that you are simply not worth it
8 Replace the belief
Once you have identified the belief, choose to replace it with a more effective belief
Literally say to yourself:
I now choose to reject this (ineffective belief) and adopt this (empowering belief) in its place
"In order to be brave you must first start by being afraid
for true courage lies in the overcoming of fear
not in its absence"
~ Aasa
Learn to feel your emotions fully and not resist them
Allow your emotions to flow, even the painful ones
1 Accept full responsibility for your emotion
No matter who or what you think caused your emotion
You take full responsibility now
2 Name your emotions
Giving your emotion a name increases clarity, awareness and consciousness
Don't just say you feel sad bad or mad
Expand your emotional knowledge until you can positively identify the feeling of violation, disappointments, anxiety, shame, embarrassments and much more
3 Let go of the story
The story is whatever outside yourself that you think caused your emotion
Literally see the story being cut off from your emotion and fading away
Let go of the story and keep the emotion that you created which now has a name
4 Accept the emotion
This means not judging it . Good or bad
Accept the emotion in a spirit of gratitude and learning
This is necessary to do the next step properly
5 Feel the emotion
With no judging or resistance
Simply feel the emotion
Notice where in your body you experience the emotion
Raise your consciousness as you become a witness - observe your emotion
What you resist will persist
and allowing the emotion in this way is the very opposite of resistance
6 Ask for clarity
In a spirit of learning and willingness to grow
Ask for insight as for the reason to the emotion
Don't go back to the story - the cause of the emotion is you and nothing outside yourself
Ask, what do I need to learn from this emotion?
Also ask, what ineffective belief do I own that has created this emotion?
7 Identify the belief
Create a space for the answer to come (it will come)
At the root of nearly every painful emotion is an ineffective belief
You may believe that you must make everyone happy
You may believe that you cant be loved if you are not perfect
You may believe that you are simply not worth it
8 Replace the belief
Once you have identified the belief, choose to replace it with a more effective belief
Literally say to yourself:
I now choose to reject this (ineffective belief) and adopt this (empowering belief) in its place
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
Simplified MBTI test
Test Results
Your personality type is ENFP.
Test Results
Your personality type is ENFP.
| Extraverted (E) 71% | Introverted (I) 29% |
| Intuitive (N) 64% | Sensing (S) 36% |
| Feeling (F) 60% | Thinking (T) 40% |
| Perceiving (P) 82% | Judging (J) 18% |
Links
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Existentialism
An existential philosophy and psychology school of thought is under the belief that human beings are alone in the world. This aloneness leads to feelings of meaninglessness which can be overcome only by creating ones own values and meanings. We have the power to create because we have the freedom to choose. In making our own choices we assume full responsibility for the results and blame no one but ourselves if the result is less than what was desired.
Existential anxiety has to do with the big questions of life, its meaning and which is our place in it; to the Doctors Good and Good, existential anxiety is about despair, alienation, and emptiness, and there are people who suffer from such feelings, it certainly can be a problem for some of them.
In the past the world was a relatively predictable place. People grew up in stable families, and they had a fairly clear sense of what their roles in the world and society would be. Now we live in a changing world, and a world in which every generation have less common principles to embrace, long have been gone the flower children, the excess of the 80's, and the already cynical "generation X" from the 90's. Is this sustained and rapid change in society plus the emergent and ever-growing consumerism that try to cope with the lack of certitude that have made difficult for people to know which is their place in the world, and understand how they fit in.
Existential anxiety can be triggered by abrupt life changes, like the death of someone close to us (persons who have made of being a parent the main reason and sense of their life and then suddenly lose a child), the loss of the self image (for example have made a very important part of our identity our job and suddenly lose it, being the best student and drop our grades, or build our sense of self worth around our physical beauty and see it diminish); in all of these cases besides the obvious pain and inherent difficulties implied in all of these losses, there is a sense of loss of our place in the world.
If you feel like existential angst is getting the best of you please by all means seek professional help, self-awareness, responsibility and contemplation are healthy and positive, endogenous or severe depression are not, and not every existentialist is depressive, but many depressive people lean towards a quite high score in existentialist anxiety, so take a good look at yourself, the only person who knows how much of this is because you are a highly intellectual and/or cynical but happy person, and how much of this is because you might be suffering of a condition that cause you suffering and can be treated quite effectively if you give yourself the chance of get help, is ultimately, you.
Bottom line: be yourself, live for yourself, be your own person and remember that the control over your own life is ultimately yours, sure being ultimately alone doesn´t sound as the most cheery thought, but looking at it the other way around, it also means that you are completely free for build for yourself the life that you want to live, and if you feel like somebody's puppet, is only because you are allowing it yourself.
Existential anxiety has to do with the big questions of life, its meaning and which is our place in it; to the Doctors Good and Good, existential anxiety is about despair, alienation, and emptiness, and there are people who suffer from such feelings, it certainly can be a problem for some of them.
In the past the world was a relatively predictable place. People grew up in stable families, and they had a fairly clear sense of what their roles in the world and society would be. Now we live in a changing world, and a world in which every generation have less common principles to embrace, long have been gone the flower children, the excess of the 80's, and the already cynical "generation X" from the 90's. Is this sustained and rapid change in society plus the emergent and ever-growing consumerism that try to cope with the lack of certitude that have made difficult for people to know which is their place in the world, and understand how they fit in.
Existential anxiety can be triggered by abrupt life changes, like the death of someone close to us (persons who have made of being a parent the main reason and sense of their life and then suddenly lose a child), the loss of the self image (for example have made a very important part of our identity our job and suddenly lose it, being the best student and drop our grades, or build our sense of self worth around our physical beauty and see it diminish); in all of these cases besides the obvious pain and inherent difficulties implied in all of these losses, there is a sense of loss of our place in the world.
If you feel like existential angst is getting the best of you please by all means seek professional help, self-awareness, responsibility and contemplation are healthy and positive, endogenous or severe depression are not, and not every existentialist is depressive, but many depressive people lean towards a quite high score in existentialist anxiety, so take a good look at yourself, the only person who knows how much of this is because you are a highly intellectual and/or cynical but happy person, and how much of this is because you might be suffering of a condition that cause you suffering and can be treated quite effectively if you give yourself the chance of get help, is ultimately, you.
Bottom line: be yourself, live for yourself, be your own person and remember that the control over your own life is ultimately yours, sure being ultimately alone doesn´t sound as the most cheery thought, but looking at it the other way around, it also means that you are completely free for build for yourself the life that you want to live, and if you feel like somebody's puppet, is only because you are allowing it yourself.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Gotland
Going to Gotland (the most beautiful place on earth)
tomorrow morning, for the mideval fair
See you in a week or two
;-)
tomorrow morning, for the mideval fair
See you in a week or two
;-)
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Time and gravity
~ From the Book "Naive - Super" by Erlend Loe
"......It is a lot more I didn´t know about time.
In a lab in Bonn there is a 3 meter long metal cylinder. Paul writes that it is shaped like a submarine and lying in a frame of steel surrounded by wires and other equipment for measurements. It is an atomic watch, and at the moment it is the most accurate clock on earth. It is more accurate than the rotation of earth.
An accuracy like that surprises me. It evidently has nothing to do with earth. It is just something somebody has decided. I like that. Strangely enough I feel that I can grasp time in a better way because of this. I want an atomic watch for my birthday.
As a compensation for the the irregularity of earths rotation they add a second now and then. The last time this was done was in June 1994.
Nobody told me about this.
Because of the atomic watches the definition of a second has changed. Before a second used to be defined as 1/86.400 of a day, but now it is 9.192.631.770 rotations of a celsium atom.
I think that is a lot of rotations.
This information puts me out a little. I feel a little sick and have to get the ball. I throw it for a while against the fridge until I am able to read on.
..........
Now I am reading on.
It just gets worse and worse.
Paul says that the gravity influences time - the man has no limits
Completely without warning he says that time is influenced by gravity and by movement.
I look at the cover of the book. It is published by a serious publish house. What he says is very likely accurate.
I get annoyed.
Why has nobody told me about this?
Doesn´t physics teachers understand that this makes a lot of difference?
Maybe they knew it all along? In that case I should get a revenge on them. I should push one of them hard in the back when they are not at all expecting it.
On the sun the time passes two million times slower than on earth.It is because of gravity. Paul says it is stronger up there.
I thought time was time and gravity was gravity.
It is obviously not like that.
With a couple of really good atom watches one can prove it in the empire state building.
This is not something I am making up.
If you put an atomic clock in the bottom of the empire state and one on the top, after a while you would see that the one on the top goes a little faster.
During a lifetime you will save a couple of 1/1000 seconds if you are on the street.
The one on the top of the empire state will be a little older than the rest of us.
I put the book down.
I feel very drained.
This definitely changes a lot
Time doesn´t exist"
"......It is a lot more I didn´t know about time.
In a lab in Bonn there is a 3 meter long metal cylinder. Paul writes that it is shaped like a submarine and lying in a frame of steel surrounded by wires and other equipment for measurements. It is an atomic watch, and at the moment it is the most accurate clock on earth. It is more accurate than the rotation of earth.
An accuracy like that surprises me. It evidently has nothing to do with earth. It is just something somebody has decided. I like that. Strangely enough I feel that I can grasp time in a better way because of this. I want an atomic watch for my birthday.
As a compensation for the the irregularity of earths rotation they add a second now and then. The last time this was done was in June 1994.
Nobody told me about this.
Because of the atomic watches the definition of a second has changed. Before a second used to be defined as 1/86.400 of a day, but now it is 9.192.631.770 rotations of a celsium atom.I think that is a lot of rotations.
This information puts me out a little. I feel a little sick and have to get the ball. I throw it for a while against the fridge until I am able to read on.
..........
Now I am reading on.
It just gets worse and worse.
Paul says that the gravity influences time - the man has no limits
Completely without warning he says that time is influenced by gravity and by movement.
I look at the cover of the book. It is published by a serious publish house. What he says is very likely accurate.
I get annoyed.
Why has nobody told me about this?
Doesn´t physics teachers understand that this makes a lot of difference?
Maybe they knew it all along? In that case I should get a revenge on them. I should push one of them hard in the back when they are not at all expecting it.
On the sun the time passes two million times slower than on earth.It is because of gravity. Paul says it is stronger up there.
I thought time was time and gravity was gravity.
It is obviously not like that.
With a couple of really good atom watches one can prove it in the empire state building.
This is not something I am making up.
If you put an atomic clock in the bottom of the empire state and one on the top, after a while you would see that the one on the top goes a little faster.
During a lifetime you will save a couple of 1/1000 seconds if you are on the street.
The one on the top of the empire state will be a little older than the rest of us.
I put the book down.
I feel very drained.
This definitely changes a lot
Time doesn´t exist"
Friday, July 18, 2008
Book recomendation for hoplessly romantic hearts
Since it is not a wide selection of books in English in the Spanish libraries, I started reading the old classics that they do have.My first one to devour was Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë.
And I must say, I am actually glad this book came my way. I read it once, when I was 13, but didn´t remember much of it.
Call me a bleeding hearted sucker (and you are very right) but it was so passionate and romantic. The feminist part, plus the psychological analytic in me has several objections...but I just cried and cried and laughed and cried and wished the book would never end.....and such a romantic fairytale to happen to me too....
*Sighs*
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Friday, July 04, 2008
Et par av mine favoritt dikt
HESTENE STÅR I REGNET
Når mitt sinn er fylt av drømmer,
mere dunkle, mere fjerne
mere ville, mere hete
enn mitt hjerte kan forstå,
vil jeg bare stå i regnet
slik som hester står i regnet
på en bred og saftig slette
mellom tunge fjell, som her.
Stå og kjenne kroppen suge
dette svale, sterke, våte,
som i strie strømmer siler
over ansikt, hår og hender.
Likne skogen der den suger,
som et barn, av himlens bryster.
Likne sletten, full av sødme,
sitrende av fromt begjær.
Slik som hester står i regnet,
lutende, med våte flanker,
og lar duft av muld og væte
drive sterkt og søtt i sinnet,
vil jeg stå og bare være
og la himmel-yret falle,
inntil tanken fri for feber
følger drømmene til klarhet
i en steil og stille ro.
- Astrid Hjertenæs Andersen
Du ska tacka
By Karin Boye
Du ska tacka dina gudar,
Du sökte en blomma...
Du ska tacka dina gudar,
om de tvingar dig att gå
där du inga fotspår
har att lita på.
Du ska tacka dina gudar,
om de gör all skam till din.
Du får söka tillflykt
lite längre in.
Det som hela världen dömer
reder sig ibland rätt väl.
Fågelfri var mången,
vann sin egen själ.
Den som tvingas ut i vildskog
ser med nyfödd syn på allt,
och han smakar tacksam
livets bröd och salt.
Du ska tacka dina gudar,
när de bryter bort ditt skal.
Verklighet och kärna
blir ditt enda val.
- Karin Boye
Du sökte en blomma...
Du sökte en blomma
och fann en frukt.
Du sökte en källa
och fann ett hav
Du sökte en kvinna
och fann en själ
du är besviken
- Edith Södergran
For the english speakers. there is a link to Karin Boyes
poems on the left column in my blog
Thursday, July 03, 2008
"What we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning."
~ Werner Karl Heisenberg
~ Werner Karl Heisenberg
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Goodbye Barcelona
You have been like a friend to me
and it hurts me to leave you
But maybe some day we will be together again
God! That was sentimental
But I am really sad now
and at the same time excited about going back to Norway
- Aasa
THE END
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger’s hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the king’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he’s old, and his skin is cold
The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken’ us
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
You have been like a friend to me
and it hurts me to leave you
But maybe some day we will be together again
God! That was sentimental
But I am really sad now
and at the same time excited about going back to Norway
- Aasa
THE END
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger’s hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the king’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he’s old, and his skin is cold
The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken’ us
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Lines
An abstract photograhic series by Aasa Bergem
just weird, or good? Happy if I get feedback of any kind
Copyright Aasa Bergem
just weird, or good? Happy if I get feedback of any kind
Copyright Aasa Bergem
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
A walk in the night
I am walking home,
This night my destiny are
the tender lights, floating gently out of my house
through the window of my mind,
Far away - somewhere in the soft darkness
I can hear the crunching stones on the ground
talking with my feet...they sound like a happy little brook
A carengine somewhere, humming like a giant, golden insect
...
I listen to the silence that covers the sound,
like an envelope with a letter inside,
containing no words yet, only the antisipation of them
The wind rustles through the leaves, so softly, rissling, and whissling
The smells in the air are surrounding me and nearly make me high. It is a strange, yet sensual smell,...nearly like a mix between popcorn and flowers. I don t know where it is coming from, yet it is everywhere.
All my senses are open to this night
and as i look at a glimmering light in the sky
nearly resembling a crack, like it has opened up for me
I realize that this walk which maybe lasted 15 minutes
felt like 2 seconds and an eternity
at the same time
- Aasa
This night my destiny are
the tender lights, floating gently out of my house
through the window of my mind,
Far away - somewhere in the soft darkness
I can hear the crunching stones on the ground
talking with my feet...they sound like a happy little brook
A carengine somewhere, humming like a giant, golden insect
...
I listen to the silence that covers the sound,
like an envelope with a letter inside,
containing no words yet, only the antisipation of them
The wind rustles through the leaves, so softly, rissling, and whissling
The smells in the air are surrounding me and nearly make me high. It is a strange, yet sensual smell,...nearly like a mix between popcorn and flowers. I don t know where it is coming from, yet it is everywhere.
All my senses are open to this night
and as i look at a glimmering light in the sky
nearly resembling a crack, like it has opened up for me
I realize that this walk which maybe lasted 15 minutes
felt like 2 seconds and an eternity
at the same time
- Aasa
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Edgar Allan Poe.
Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Animals
Have no jobs
have no money
have no clothes
have no atomic weapons
they dont lie
they dont plot
they dont pollute
they dont smoke
they just are
with no frames
And we are supposed to be the smart ones?
I wish I was a hummingbird
What is life when we take away all these things?
The things that we are so used to - that we think makes our lives.
Our relationships, jobs, houses, clothes, work - what is life when it is just us?
Standing there, like an animal, naked, alone - with existence as the only thing to hold in our hands.
~ Us, nature, and just being.
SEA FEVER
I must go down to the seas again, to
the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer
her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and
the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray
dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call
of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be
denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white
clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,
and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the
vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where
the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing
fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the
long trick's over
~ John Masefield
Have no jobshave no money
have no clothes
have no atomic weapons
they dont lie
they dont plot
they dont pollute
they dont smoke
they just are
with no frames
And we are supposed to be the smart ones?
I wish I was a hummingbird
What is life when we take away all these things?
The things that we are so used to - that we think makes our lives.
Our relationships, jobs, houses, clothes, work - what is life when it is just us?
Standing there, like an animal, naked, alone - with existence as the only thing to hold in our hands.
~ Us, nature, and just being.
SEA FEVER
I must go down to the seas again, to
the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer
her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and
the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray
dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call
of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be
denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white
clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,
and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the
vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where
the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing
fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the
long trick's over
~ John Masefield
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The art of demotivation
I have mixed feelings about this, but yet
found a lot of them to be very funny
I have mixed feelings about this, but yet
found a lot of them to be very funny
- If you're attractive enough on the outside, people will forgive you for being irritating to the core.
- There are no stupid questions, but there are a LOT of inquisitive idiots
- Let's agree to respect each others views, no matter how wrong yours may be
- When birds fly in the right formation, they need only exert half the effort. Even in nature, teamwork results in collective laziness
- Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.
- Always remember that you are unique. Just like everybody else.
- It's difficult to comprehend how insane some people can be. Especially when you're insane.
- None of us is as dumb as all of us.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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GRACIAS A LA VIDA
~ Violetta Parra
Some of the people through history who made the most beautiful tributes to life with their art, also ended their lives by own hand. I guess sometimes you need to be in the deepest pain to be able to experience the true magnificent beauty of life
Here is a text by Violetta Parra which I find very beautiful
Gracias a la vida
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto
Me dió dos luceros, que cuando los abro
Perfecto distingo, lo negro del blanco
Y en el alto cielo, su fondo estrellado
Y en las multitudes, el hombre que yo amo
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado el oído, que en todo su ancho
Graba noche y día, grillos y canarios
Martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos
Y la voz tan tierna, de mi bien amado
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado el sonido, y el abecedario
Con el las palabras, que pienso y declaro
Madre, amigo, hermano y luz alumbrando
La ruta del alma del que estoy amando
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado la marcha, de mis pies cansados
Con ellos anduve, ciudades y charcos
Playas y desiertos, montañas y llanos
Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto
Me dió el corazón, que agita su marco
Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano
Cuando miro el bueno tan lejos del malo
Cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros
Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto
Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto
Así yo distingo dicha de quebranto
Los dos materiales que forman mi canto
Y el canto de ustedes, que es el mismo canto
Y el canto de todos, que es mi propio canto
Y el canto de ustedes, que es mi propio canto
(Violeta Parra)
English translation
Listen to it (Vocals Mercedes Sosa)
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Gracias a la vida is the best-known composition of the Chilean poet, artist, and musician Violeta Parra. Violeta (as she is affectionately known throughout Latin America) traveled all over Chile and collected folk songs. She was friends with Pablo Neruda and shared his vision of art as being from and for the people. Violeta Parra played a very important role in the resurgence of the traditional music in Chile, which pushed the old sounds, almost forgotten in her time, to a new dimension that was both poetic and rhythmic.
She was sensible, but at the same time intense, and was always against the establishment, viewing it as a limit to creativity. Her life was full of rich experiences that continually shaped her music, making it part of the historical process of Chile, Latin America, and the world. Violeta Parra died February 5, 1967. She killed herself in "La Carpa de la Reina"
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
What is justice?
What makes a crime a crime?
“If you kill one person you are a murderer.
If you kill ten people you are a monster.
If you kill ten thousand you are a national hero.”
~ Vassilis Epaminondou (Greek Social Reformer)
Crime For Crime
the big day has come
the bell is sounding
i run my hands through my hair one last time
outside the prison walls
the town is gathering
people are trading crime for crime
everyone needs to see the prisoner
they need to make it even easier
they see me as a symbol, and not a human being
that way they can kill me
say it's not murder, it's a metaphor
we are killing off our own failure
and starting clean
standing in the gallows
everyone turned my way
i hear a voice ask me
if I've got any last words to say
and i'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes
somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries
i think guilt and innocence
they are a matter of degree
what might be justice to you
might not be justice to me
i went to far, i'm sorry
i guess now i'm going home
so let any amongst you cast the first stone
now we've got all these complicated machines
so no one person ever has to have blood on their hands
we've got complex organizations
and if everyone just does their job
no one person has to understand
you might be the wrong colour
you might be too poor
justice isn't something just anyone can afford
you might not pull the trigger
you might be out in the car
and you might get a lethal injection
'cause we take a metaphor that far
the big day has come
the bell is sounding
i run my hands through my hair one last time
outside the prison walls
the town has gathered
people are trading crime for crime
people are trading crime for crime
people are still trading crime for crime
~Ani DiFranco
Fight against death penelty!
What makes a crime a crime?
“If you kill one person you are a murderer.
If you kill ten people you are a monster.
If you kill ten thousand you are a national hero.”
~ Vassilis Epaminondou (Greek Social Reformer)
Crime For Crime
the big day has come
the bell is sounding
i run my hands through my hair one last time
outside the prison walls
the town is gathering
people are trading crime for crime
everyone needs to see the prisoner
they need to make it even easier
they see me as a symbol, and not a human being
that way they can kill me
say it's not murder, it's a metaphor
we are killing off our own failure
and starting clean
standing in the gallows
everyone turned my way
i hear a voice ask me
if I've got any last words to say
and i'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes
somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries
i think guilt and innocence
they are a matter of degree
what might be justice to you
might not be justice to me
i went to far, i'm sorry
i guess now i'm going home
so let any amongst you cast the first stone
now we've got all these complicated machines
so no one person ever has to have blood on their hands
we've got complex organizations
and if everyone just does their job
no one person has to understand
you might be the wrong colour
you might be too poor
justice isn't something just anyone can afford
you might not pull the trigger
you might be out in the car
and you might get a lethal injection
'cause we take a metaphor that far
the big day has come
the bell is sounding
i run my hands through my hair one last time
outside the prison walls
the town has gathered
people are trading crime for crime
people are trading crime for crime
people are still trading crime for crime
~Ani DiFranco
Fight against death penelty!
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