Sunday, March 09, 2008

!Give me the courage to not fill the empty holes!

What the hell is the point of a blog anyway?
It is just public masturbation
Why must we people be driven to such stupid measures
all the time to be seen, so we can feel a selfworth....which is something that should be basically covered considering how many souls there are on this planet, but it never sems to be.
We just fill ourselves up with
shallow, shortlived extacy and dont know how to go deeper.
Work, poularity, prestige, "love", money, sex, drugs, and general stupidity

Give me the courage to not fill the empty holes

Thursday, March 06, 2008

"To others, Happiness only comes as by chance; when least sought, perhaps she is there. Seek, and ye shall not find; ask, and ye shall not receive; knock, and it shall not be opened unto you."

If somebody finds out who I am quoting here,
please don't tell anybody, he he

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Collection of....

.... the silliest Muppet music
I found some clips from the muppet show
For those of you with a great love for surrealism this will be a hit
Hope you will enjoy!
- Aasa

Mahna Mahna
This one is an old time classic. I have to warn you though, if you listen to
this you will go around singing it the rest of the day (possably the week)

Huga Wuga
Some great old time surrealsm

Beaker singing "Feelings" in his own unique way

I want a monster to be my friend
Banned song, never got sent....
And yes - I do want a monster to be my friend ;-)

And then just a last one that wasnt a song, but still, norwegians
are known to make fun of the swedes, so I couldnt help it
Swedish Chef makes donuts

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Natten / The night

The Night

Night is not meant
just for resting your mind so happily still;
it is there
for your will
and the thoughts of your wandering fire

This night
is not just a glittering star,
It's the sum of life and of all we are

Do not sleep!
Night is meant for those
who can wake and see
At night life is born, and all things come to be,
but sleep is just grim Death’s shadow

Morning air like froth on a wave unfolds.
And the day has gentle and warmfull bliss
Evening peacefull is

But night, and night only eternity holds



Natten er til
ikke bare for glemselens ro.
Den er til
for din tro
og din tankes flakkende ild-

Natten her
er ikke bare et stjernevær.
Den er summen av livet og alt som er!

Ikke sov!
Natten er til for den som
våker og ser.
Det er om natten at livet skaper
og allting skjer,
men søvnen er dødens

Morgenens luft er som bølgeskum.
Dagen har varme å gledes ved.
Kvelden har fred.
Men bare natten har verdensrom!

~ Andre Bjerke

Monday, March 03, 2008


'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Sunday, March 02, 2008

On request

My address:
Aasa Bergem
C/Carabassa 3, 1:2
08002 Barcelona

For those of you who doesnt know what that means,
it is pumpkin street in spanish (Carabassa)

Pinhole photo from Pumpkin street, Barcelona
© Aasa Bergem 08