People think that I drink too much

I don´t need no money, mommy
I don´t have a lover, brother
I keep away from the Juppies pappi

Whow, it moves me without a touch
People say that I think too much
But I´m as happy as I can be

I´m a dreamer and I dream of what will be
A better destiny

I don´t look back I look beyond
I´m just a struggling vagabond
But I get by well on my own

People think that I drink too much
But I´m as happy as I can be

So I´m a dreamer and I dream of what will be
A better world for you and me

Not like the others

"Jag kommer aldrig att bli slav under andra människors föreställningar om mig. Jag är inte skyldig dem någonting."

They don't know that I'm not like the others.

having trouble telling
how i feel
but i can dance, dance, dance
couldn't possibly tell you
how i mean
but i can dance, dance, dance

(Lykke Li)

She sings the music that is inside of me.

"Narcissim och hatkärleken som kan uppstå i förhållandet med ens egen självbild."

Remember Me

You can love someone and not want to spend time with them. Personally, I don't get that. And I reckon I'm done.

I don't see the point in waiting. What if I die while waiting. Aneurysm burst or something.

Everything you do in life is insignificant, but it's important you do it.

If one has no affection for a person or a system, one should feel free to give the fullest expression to his disaffection so long as he does not contemplate, promote, or incite violence. (Gandhi)

Not going to play by the rules anymore. What is wrong with me.

Corrupt, alcoholized, overfed, sometimes charming, ego-maniacs

School, work, Magda, pubquiz (awesome!). Sleep, Malmö, driving lesson, call from Tenerife. That call made my day! Zarah, julklappar, and now waiting for Miriam to come here. Friday - get drunk. Saturday - dinner in Copenhagen. Sunday - dinner with Maria.

"The mechanism was not the big bang of war, but the whimper of demoralized elites who after lashing out violently become corrupt, alcoholized, overfed, sometimes charming, ego-maniacs."

"If the public knew what goes on behind closed door, like supporting an attack on Iraq in return for having somebody inscribed on the US list of terrorist organization, the opposition would increase."

Darwin's Nightmare

What do people live for? I certainly don’t have any idea what the point is; go to school, get educated, get a job and earn money so an apartment/house can be paid, "I'm a citizen of the world, I pay rent" etc. This endless churning. Time to spit it out? Something new. History - everything moves on, but why does it? I want to know the ending. Or maybe I don't. It's the ride that is to be enjoyed some say. We live in exciting times. Economic crises - the worst since the 1930's - a historical benchmark. The world might change, like in the 30's. Or it might not. All we know is that we move on. To what, who knows. For what purpose, no one cares.

Wikileaks

Are you a spectator of society or are you a participator? Will you just stand by while atrocities are committed, or will you do something about it?

A melancholy accident

Thoreau has some reasonably good points; although most parts of the book are dull as shit.

"Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion" - Well indeed it is, although it is often forgotten.

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation" - And too bad that no one will attempt what Thoureau or that guy from Into the Wild did. Just forsake society in order to really live.

"This spending of the best part of one's life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it" - Makes no sense, yet we hunt for money.

Only at page 28, I am sure I will come up with more. "An education" was a reasonably good movie. Better than Prince of Persia, Robin Hood and Young Victoria. What else did I watch, hmm, Wuthering Heights with Ralph Fiennes and the entire Underworld series (again). And I am sure I am forgetting something.

The Rest is Silence

She would give anything to be a normal person. Someone who didn’t feel every second like an hour, someone who actually understood what people said, what they meant, what they wanted. She didn’t get other people, like normal people got each other. For some time now, she had been aware of the abnormality of her mind. When other, normal, people lived their days like nothing was amiss, she felt every second like the stab of a knife, her mind rushing away like a high velocity train. Everything had to happen at once; only it didn’t. It took so long time that she was tired of it already before it had come to pass. Was it possible that she lived in some pocket of time where time passed differently? Could that be an explanation for her complete inability to interact with other human beings who lived according to how most normal people perceived time? Maybe she was just desperate for an explanation.

Jag är redan bränd, så lite försent för det.

DN: Betyder det något alls?

En läsare frågade om hans tankar kring möjligheterna att återvända till sitt hemland Australien. Assange sade att han saknar sitt hemland, men att han inte tror sig kunna återvända dit på grund av samarbeten mellan Australien och USA:

"Det lyfter frågan vad det betyder att vara medborgare, betyder det något alls?"

The Host

Trots fördomar var det en helt ok bok. Read it in one sitting so that should speak for something. It's an interesting concept; that the other voice in your head might be an alien. An alien, called soul could occupy your body, control your body while you had to watch from the inside. See, your own mind would be trapped inside its mind. If you were a fighter that is, someone who wouldn't give up your body and let your mind fade. Someone ready to fight for what we take for granted.