Friday, December 4, 2015

Scott Weiland

Scott Weiland, you poor battered soul! We will miss the lyrical brutality of your beautiful voice! You made even dreadful memories sound nostalgic! We'll let your records cry for us and hope that your voice will turn horror to tears of joy, one final time... You will be missed!

Saturday, August 15, 2015


We treasure the sexy,
it's even sneaking into mainstream corporate language today
(to my annoyance)

We cherish kindness,
for good reasons

We respect the hard working,
and we should, but to what aims are we working?

We cherish beauty,
even though it will fade
The only beauty that transcends our lifespan is mountains, forests, sunshine, God and His presence

We amaze at fame,
and question too little what brought it about

We once respected loyalty,
do we still?

We crave self-fulfilment,
and leave a trail of broken hearts


What is sexy without intelligence?
What is kindness without the stability of commitment?
What is hard work without both intelligence and commitment?
What is beauty without long-term admiration for a soul, it’s just a fleeting moment.
What is fame without substance, character and fidelity?
What is respect without commitment to principle or person?
What is self-fulfilment with regrets and a life span shorter than your own?


Intelligence is underrated
Long term planning and commitment is undervalued

Friday, July 31, 2015

An Event

We have visitors from the North. Mom's sister is here with a friend and they'll be travelling down South to see an old aunt of theirs in a couple of days. The aunt originally came from the North. Last night they were on the phone with her. Northern humour is darker. After years of being made fun of by more densely populated parts of the country, a certain hostile humor has developed. The old aunt had exclaimed that she was looking forward to meeting "sensible North Norwegians again! It will truly be an event!" It was well received by much laughter around the house.

I was up late last night and the house was in full motion by the time I joined the ranks of the awoken this morning. To my pleasant surprise, my sister was on a visit. Her and Mom was stood talking in the kitchen. I had left a newly acquired glass-shelf for a book-case in the library, on the kitchen bench. It had a sticker on it and I rubbed it in dish-washing soap last night to get ridd of it. Now I got to work on it. After scraping and washing I held the shelf under warm running water. I looked around... Then I said to Sis: "Could you get me a..." (I didn't get any further) "Sure!" she said, and got a kitchen towel out of a drawer for me. How nice! I haven't had someone finish my sentence in a long time. It's probably one of the things on this planet I enjoy the most! How nice to have "a sensible brain around again! No trivias, and a deeper sense of understanding! It was truly an event!"

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

There With Me

Melancholy sadness,
lingers over the distance;
in time,
and in lines on the map.

Were we found,
on the same mission?
yours or mine?
and the lines drew your face across my mind.

Whenever it's day,
or in it's counterpart at night;
you and me,
one on the mountain and one by the sea.

Eternity - Love Lost Is Found!

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