You just put down what’s in the front of the brain and see what comes out. Maybe that’s a way to access what is hidden inside of your self. It’s by association you get access to the hidden treasure which is inside of you hidden and obscure. (Because the memories are tied together with some special kind of string). You might not like what you find in there but it is your duty to face it head on or you are doomed as a decent human being. And like I said it could also be a treasure.
One such treasure (of a memory) is when I was a young man and through some metamorphose I’d been transformed from an ugly duckling into a handsome young man who smoked cigarettes and suddenly people liked me and I don’t think I was prepared for that and maybe I handled it gracefully and maybe I didn’t, but ever since that time I’ve always in the back of my mind had an underlying sense of gratefulnesses. It’s been like that for decades, and I suppose it’ll be like that until I face some inevitable disaster, but I can’t worry about that now I am busy trying to seize the day.
Hey did to listen to that Apoptygma Berzerk album where he sings “you open your mouth and blood runs out, ”7” I believe that it’s called? I had that CD in my CD-player that year when I was young and we went to Egypt for vacation. I absolutely hated everything about Egypt except they had Apple Fanta which I quite enjoyed. Maybe we went to see some sphynx, and maybe we went on some boat, don’t quite remember.
They had an internet cafe called R@f R@f and they had apple fanta, and that’s all I can recommend Egypt for.
I don’t quite like travelling. I can travel from the comfort of my own home using imagination, and I feel that it is better in every way. (Then I can have the elf ears).
I’ve been thinking allot about the fact that for anything to work at all there are so many pieces need to fit that it’s nothing short of a miracle; even the body with all them organs need to function. Having seen five seasons of House M.D, I know how little it takes to make one organ fail after another (how come they work in the first place?). Being able to wake up each morning is that days small miracle, but there’s other stuff around us needs to work too, like to build a bus and fuel it and then have it work and at a reasonably reliable schedule is mind blowing. It blows my mind that that stuff could work it’s incredible.
A so I am very amazed by all of these thinks and ja it is humbling indeed!
I can’t wrap my head around all of these things and like I am not super smart, but surely even super smart people have this sense of awe?
I wouldn’t know
I know that I am thankful for all of them organs in my body performing their tasks and to make me such a successful human being, I’ll reward them worth some julöl Christmas beer now.
Tomorrow is Christmas, are you ready for that? Have you bought fidget spinners and DVDs and stuff like that? And made Jason’s temptation and crack (“knäck”) for all of the children to enjoy? A lot of people are having a lean Christmas this year cause of the recession in the economy and maybe all they can put on the table this year are boiled potatoes with the peel still on. Potatoes witch aren’t even peeled and then facing forward in time is the poorest month of the year. Poor cold, dark and long, with only a few potatoes with the peel still on in the stomach, we’re in for a tough time.
But there are literally some brighter times coming cause the days are getting longer and longer, and 2024 can’t be as bad as 2023. Just hang in there, don’t give up.
In the future. So the future with the AI and all that we are in for some rapid development. My best friend, who I talk about quite often, is bummed out that we are likely the last generation to die of age, because were age treated like an illness we would’ve found a cure by now, and maybe we are about to cure aging (a cure may be imminent), but that’s not the point I am about to do in this here post.
The point is that now that we’re doing so much science, why haven’t we done some human DNA corrections by now, like why do we still have only two arms? When you are by the computer, for example, you have a keyboard which operates with two hands, AND a mouse. Also the standard keyboard has got 104 keys, that’s 10,4 keys per finger. It would be nice with some more fingers. If we had four arms like Machamp, and 10 fingers on each hand, then on standard keyboard we’d have 3,4 keys per finger instead, AND one hand could be on the mouse.
And we should have eyes on the ears too, so when driving the car, we could constantly watch the dead angle “döda vinkeln“,
And lastly, it would be nice with extra padded knees (for carpenters) and bigger asses so sitting long time in chair would be more comfortable.
Ok bigger asses are achievable without DNA hacking
Even though I’m no longer a young man, having spent ~40% of my estimated life span thus far, I still count myself wise beyond my years, cause I spend so much time thinking about things.
Some would even say that I think too much.
For example I’ve been thinking about fancy clothing for men that there aren’t many options like you have suit on and maybe some tie or fly and there really aren’t many different ways to dress like you can’t have sari or skirt, I don’t think, and maybe if you are Scottish enough you can have kilt but I think that’s all you can do but if you go back in time, just a couple of hundred years; men wore pantaloons and capes with fancy silver buckles and swords around the waist and big hats like magicians hats and monocles like the monopoly guy and or some cool goggles like in a victorian steam punk novel or anyhow I saw a documentary about capes, that it was when the automobile came to replace the horse that rendered the various capes and cloaks obsolete, and ever since then it’s been going downhill. I guess that you could wear all those things (except the sword) and only thing is that you’d be suspected for some freak and I’d rather let them wait until they’ve talked to me before noticing that because I’m also very charming.
My prediction for 2024 is that it’s gonna change because at this point there’s only one way for fancy men clothing trends to go, and that’s up, because surely we’re at rock bottom now.
Anyhow if I could change my appearance then I’d go for elf ears.
I’ve been listening to a lot of country music lately, love that stuff, the lyrics, banjo, fiddle and most of all the steel guitar, and ofttimes the lyrics are very true to the human nature or something.
Well anyhow, so I’m listening to that stuff and at the same my head feels a bit empty, but it’s like that from time to time, you put stuff upside down and it’s very very dark outside so could be I’ve got a bear tendency where the brain hibernates a bit during winter and works in failsafe mode with limited capabilities.
My best friends spirit animal is the bear; he is strong like an ox, and frequently hibernates during winter (he’s also an omnivore, just like a bear). We found this out during one of those very deep discussions that we often have, because we’re both philosophers at heart; interested in the mysteries of life and we were discussing if we were in Harry Potter, which Patronus animals we would have. (We would both of us be sorted into the Hufflepuff house because we have that humble mindset that is a telltale sign of people who are very very beautiful on in inside), but anyhow so his Patronus would obviously be a bear.
And mine would be a Donkey.
It’s not a bad animal to have, IIRC Jesus rode into some town (was it Betlehem?) on one.
Dear diary today I didn’t do much worth noting down today; I painted some ceiling, guarded a dog for two hours, and drove to get some paint (for the ceiling, not the dog). And went with the family to mum’s to get some Christmas food. Man, I love food. And Christmas, and my family. And mum too.
Anyhow like I said nothing to write about really, but were I limited to writing down only interesting things then I wouldn’t have nothing in this here blog.
When I was a young man my mum gave me the “Bat Out Of Hell II: Back Into Hell” CD for Christmas one year, and it blew me away; the cover is awesome: Some dude flying on a motorcycle rescuing some sort of woman stuck on a tall building from what I assume is the Bat Out Of Hell himself, looming ominously in the background; just wow!
There was one track on there which really resonated with me, it’s “Life Is A Lemon And I Want My Money Back”. Lyrics-wise I felt this track was very on point in most regards, especially this about school:
What about your school
It's defective
It's a pack of useless lies
There are other powerful messages in that song about love being defective and hope too (and the future, you can shove the future up your ass), which also struck a chord in me because I was in a dark place back then, but still to this day I consider this song a masterpiece. An awesome song, maybe one of the best ones ever made.
Life ain’t so bad for me now though (peppar peppar), for I’ve learned to make lemonade.
Oh man there was the nobel fest this weekend, what a drag. Dress up like some human shaped Christmas present with a ribbon round your neck, sit still and eat with very small utensils, and lots of them. The food doesn’t look that good either; like they put a small postal stamp on the plate, with some kolasås on, which you have to eat with those also small utensils.
When I win the nobel prize (in literature), I don’t think I’m gonna go to that party; I’d rather celebrate with my family. In fact, I might do like Bob Dylan and not show up to the ceremony either.
No use to think more about this, cause I haven’t even written my first book yet, but I have a very good feeling about it. It’ll most likely be a masterpiece.