Archive for January, 2009

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change

January 15, 2009

I’ve been reading a lot lately, came across this one book called; “Freakonomics”. Mighty interesting I must say. It’s all about “cause and effect” and correlations. A breath of fresh air some might say. The most interesting part of the book was about parenting. It got me wondering about the same thing that the author was questioning. How much does parenting affect a persons life?

freakonomics

The author, or the authors to be correct, had massive piles of data to back up their theories, I can merely judge my own life. I can also to some extent judge the lives of people very close to me since I tend to know their parents quite well too. I absolutely agree with the book when it comes to genetics. At least 50 % of peoples behaviour can, in my opinion, directly be linked to their genes. It’s the rest, the things that determine who you really are that is interesting. If I had to jump to conclusions my thesis would be this;

I think that parents…shit I’m going to need coffee for this one…
I think that parents can form your entire youth to some extent, they probably have very little impact on your personal IQ, but they can have a rather large impact on decisions you make as a youth. But after you reach maturity, your decisions, behaviour and personality will be entirely yours. Once in a while you will do something out of respect for your parents, but I’d like to claim that even that is not linked to parenting as much as it is to love.

Although I stated that parenting will be reflected in a persons youth, you can never be sure on how it will be reflected.For example; A popular belief is that if a child comes in contact with cigarettes as a child, the same child will probably be a smoker. My best childhood friend had parents that both were smokers. He never touched a cigarette. My parents weren’t smokers. I started smoking when I was twelve.

I think that parents are kinda like alcohol. Imagine this scenario; Although intoxicated, she wouldn’t steal a candy bar until given the opportunity. Sober she wouldn’t steal the same candy bar although given the opportunity. To sum it up;

- She has a tendency to steal candy bars, but is too afraid to do it sober.
- When drunk, she will not steal a candy bar until she accidentally comes across an empty shop with candy bars.

Another scenario;
She finds the piano intriguing. She is too afraid to ask the local hotel owner, (that she knows owns a piano), if she could practice playing the piano at his place. Her parents notice that she talks a lot about that there is a local hotel owner that has got a piano. They encourage her to go ask the local hotel owner if she could play his piano.

- She is interested in playing piano, but is too afraid to do it without encouragement.
- Encouraged she wouldn’t play the piano unless there was a piano close by.

What I’m saying is that through your entire youth you are merely intoxicated by your parents beliefs and ideas, not necessarily in a negative way. Your behaviour will very much also be affected by opportunity given. In the end I would also like to add that there are millions of other things that may have a large impact on your personality during the first 20 years of your life. I, for instance, would probably not write this blog at all had I been a son to a multimillionaire in say, the United States.

Anyways, I just wanted to share some thoughts with you, I kept on writing as the thoughts struck me so the opinions that I just expressed, are much likely to differ from the opinions that I’ll have in five years.

…hello horsy, off to wonderland, away!

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useless info

January 11, 2009

Hi, good morning, good evening and a splendid supper to you, sir!

I’m not about to write anything groundbreaking quite yet. I’ve done a little soul-searching these last couple of days. I’ve experimented in the kitchen, in a couple of hours I’ll even make myself waffles.

Anyways, this blog wasn’t meant for worthless jibberish, the reason for this post is music. Yes you heard me. Music.

Been a long time since I last stumbled upon the following artist, but boy did I fall head over heals for this woman! I’m of course talking about no one other than the legendary Nina Simone. If you haven’t heard any of her songs I advise you to atleast try to get your hands on the song “My baby just cares for me” Here’s the youtube clip of it;

nina-simone

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Stranger things have happened

January 6, 2009

Really? Are you sure stranger things have happened? I’m not going to tell you the strange part, but I can tell you that I’m confused.

PS. If you haven’t seen it, please watch Good Will Hunting starring Matt Damon, and if you haven’t heard it, please listen to Otis Redding – Sitting on the dock of the bay

good-will-hunting

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an old poem

January 6, 2009

All this time,
All these memories,
they sum up to become,
a heartbreaking treachery.

You grow up believing,
you grow up demanding,
unknown is the deceiving,
part of understanding.

sad

You get your hopes up,
you are naively convinced,
your dreams will be struck,
down by the evince.

No matter how you fight,
courageous acts won’t stop time,
only memories will be by your side,
on the day that you resign

It feels so unfair,
it feels like the biggest crime,
no matter my despair,
a smile is the best I could leave behind.

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I’ll always miss you

January 6, 2009

I miss being young…I mean really young.
That age when it was okay to spill a glass of milk on the dinner table. The age when I didn’t have the slightest clue of when a girl was into me, even though everything was way more obvious then. The age when highscores in various videogames were more important than girls.

Being responsible relly sucks. I feel cheated. Everything is so serious. People close to me are dying. Everything is no longer possible.

It would be easier to just leave everything behind. I think you’re supposed to do that. Just say Sayonara, Arrivaderci or Au revoir. It’s time to find a new home, and become the person you really are. It’s so hard to disappoint everyone close to you, and you’re very likely to do just that by becoming the one you are.

Right now I’m a mixture of what people expect me to be. Yeah, sure, I don’t disappoint many people but I should really buy myself some balls / cojonas and become the one I really want to be, because this is going to kill me in the end.

I can’t think of a single species that keep in touch with the ones they knew in their youth when I think of wildlife and nature. They just wake up one day and realize that home isn’t home anymore, it’s elsewhere.

I probably sound really miserable, but I’m not quite that puppet with a smiling face operated by the ones with expectations on me. I’m merely talking to myself and scaring myself by shouting out words that I’ve been too afraid to speak…all this because of that bloody Mr.Sandman that fail to show up at my apartment. If you see him, please attach some strings to him and give them to me. Let’s see how he likes me as his puppeteer.

There it is ladies and gentlemen, I managed to get the word puppeteer into my blog. It should be safe to drill through the earth now, because I think hell already froze over.

Good night! Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs fight, leave that to the people in Gaza.

leaving

leaving

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my dear island

January 2, 2009

Sometimes it feels like the world is an ocean of egoism and narcissism. Sometimes I nearly drown and become a part of the ocean. But I refuse to cave in.
With my pride as my boat and my hope as my sail,
I fight the waves that want me to fail.

The reason to why I keep going is a dream of an island. The beaches were shaped out of your beauty and your wisdom is an endless jungle. The day my boat hits your harbor I will cherish you forever, and never set sail again.
Dear Ms. Island, I miss you more than ever, Mr. Sandman didn’t show tonight, but I hope you will show up in my horizon soon.

Until then, Ship Ahoy!

Wish I was there with you!

Wish I was there with you!