tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293600902011-10-31T09:59:16.440+01:00I am a Norwegian Software Engineer living in Zürich, Switzerland. Newly emigrated, and learning the ways of a new place, and a new culture. Waiting for my Piano, Climbing gear and RPG books to be delivered so I can continue my beloved hobbies.Stein Eldarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03186379552226737429noreply@blogger.comBlogger1481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29360090.post-66557196925616950592009-08-02T22:23:00.003+02:002009-08-03T00:33:28.498+02:00

... I was going to make a post about the Swiss Constitution Day, but instead, I'll focus on a more severe matter: Palestinians being evicted from their homes today, to make way for Jewish settlers.There are several wars around the world. But there is one single one, that not only feels bad, it really makes me sick thinking about it. The Israeli - Palestinian conflict. Two sides where both seems

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Is there something as a "Second Impression"? Well, at least, now I have been here in Zürich in 9 days, and just doing my second weekend. I guess soon, I will no longer count the days here, but just try to enjoy it as much as possible. So far I have had a few experiences:Swiss German is terribly hard to understand. Even if it has a lot of commons with German, Dutch, French and even some Norwegian.

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Finally I'm in Switzerland. Not yet in my own apartment, but at least settled. Not so much to report so far, as I arrived two days ago. But so far have been a good experience. Things just seem to work around here. There goes trams around the city all the time, so there is no point in planning a trip to the bus schedule. And I have gotten myself the most important stuff: The Ausländerausweis (

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I don't believe in God. I have no theory how he came to be, how he could continue to exists, and how he could have done all that is described in the Bible.Having just stumbled upon an Atheist site, and read their forum, I start to wonder about my own beliefs. And frankly I come more or less up with the same answer as "last time": I don't believe. It's not merely a "I don't believe in God". It's

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OK, day to day blogging died when I got here. And it's also very difficult to blog when traveling around without connection to the Internet, or just running from one to other stuff while in constant heat shock... But, just day to day life in Guarapari might not be that interesting, so we took ourselves a trip. And this time we went over to Minas Gerais. Minas Gerais lies just inland from Espirito

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No, I didn't use four days to get from Rio de Janeiro to Guarapari. But I have used some time to "recover" myself. The sun burn I started to get the first two days in Rio only got worse on the second day. And my bad knee got even worse. So now was the time to calm down, and get my feet back on the ground. I decided to go to Guarapari where my brother lives to recover, and get time to decide

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I have discovered the ultimate problem. I seem to have no problem getting around Rio by now. The Metro system works excellent, and there are buses and taxis everywhere and bound for anywhere. But when it comes to getting information that is not about something imminent. Like "How do I get on a bus toward Guarapari on Monday" I have found out there is NO information available on the net in English

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OK. First day in Brazil. First day in Rio de Janeiro. And first day on my own in a totally new country. In this case: I was scared when I entered, but it loosened up after I forced myself out, and didn't get robbed right away. And long story turned short: I walked through most of downtown Rio, almost from the northern end of Centro, and almost to Copacabana, with a detour in Urca.The trip started

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I'm nearing my departure to Brazil, so guess what. The only thing I can't make myself do right now is packing (and sleeping). Two more days in Norway, and I'm going through my music video collection... This time I got the idea to make an alphabetical list, with one band and song for each letter, and explain why I think it's good. Either the song, the melody, the quality of it all. Some of the

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Some times you are walking around, not knowing what to do, or just ignorant of the options, and when the decisions are done or you discover something new, you also discover the boat has gone, or "the flight has just left". Thankfully, that's not what I have experienced now. More like the literal meaning of it... I missed my flight from Amsterdam to Minneapolis...But grace and joy! It wasn't my

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Random nerdy topic of today: Unix time. And the occasion? Standard Unix time passes the magical number of 1234567890 seconds since 01-01-1970 00:00:00 at 14 Feb 2009 00:31:30. And magically enough, it happens to be Valentines day on February 14!Sadly, I neither have a girlfriend, nor a "prospect" girlfriend I can ask out for a romantic night out. But celebration will occur.I came back from Zurich

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Well. Then it's said and done. And what other ways there is to say it. But a little recap, since I haven't posted since anything of this had happened. Last month I suddenly got a difficult choice.Google is shutting down the office in Trondheim, which happen to be my workplace. But in it there was also a not-so-bad part too. We're offered full relocation packages if we choose to stay in google,

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Yesterday was the day of tomorrow. Meaning the one evening all Norwegians are waiting fore to be tomorrow, was yesterday. Well, not yesterday, as the night has not played it's true meaning... But ... Philosophy aside.I have not blogged in 6 months. And strangely enough, I have not missed it. From blogging at least each week to ... well not. Blogging is not what makes my live tick. Nor is any

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Finally, Korsvikaspillet's "Håkon og Kark" is over, and I'm dead tired... It was five fine plays. Lust enough to give me an impartial rib fracture. The sad result of falling down 1.5 meters onto my own sword. But in my favor, at least I had my armor on, and that could have saved my attendance on the last three of the plays... Lucky me had a gambeson, chain mail and a steel helmet. And also a

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This week I will be playing viking in the Korsvika play (sorry, I nave no lines, and only one appearance). The play will be played from Friday to Sunday the coming weekend, and tickets can be bought at posten and www.billettservice.no. And this is really taking all of my time (apart from work) for the time being.Hope to see you there!

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I hate being ill. And sick of being tired. Even I'm not ill enough to have to stay in bed. I have a slight headache, lymphatic pains, and I get tires very quickly. But surprise surprise, no fever. And I wish more and more for a wonder cure. If I just could take a dose of stale diseases, maybe once a year, maybe more often, to get my immune system up and working. Then staying well all the rest of

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The last week, I have been struggling with jet-lag, and a time to time depression, which to me seemed to be triggered by the extreme tiredness and headaches I have had. Too little sleep at the wrong time. And add to that a sense of loss. I lived in an apartment which I didn't feel at home in. It was messy, dirty, and ... wrong.But this weekend, I started by meeting some friends, and then started

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USA is a funny place, California is strange, and Silicon Valley is just weird. But is also just another place. Bay Area around San Francisco has more people than Norway, and is one of the prime reasons why USA still is one of th richest countries in the world. But not that far from any other place on Earth. Well, Silicon Valley seem to be closer to many other places on Earth at the same time. So

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There is 10.000 things I want to do. And a dozen I don't want to do. And also a few things I really want to avoid doing. But then why am I driven closer and closer to do the things I don't want to? Weird.I have had stitch today. Almost all of the day. Not hungry, not full, haven't exercised, have drunk water during the day. So nothing physically bad. But I've felt bad anyway. Work has been

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I have become uncle. Weird feeling. And weird that I wont see my nephew until next year... In a way time flies, and in a way time snails itself along. He was born on 7th April 2008, and is named Johan Vilje Guedes Johnsen, and is at the moment soon to be one week old. Safe and sound boy, ant it was said he had black hair and blue eyes.I have planned to go there, but not until next spring (or

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It's said you can only hate what you really care about. I hope it's wrong. I don't want to care. I really don't want to. Hate it as much as you like. But I do.It's said you will always remember the first time. I hope it's wrong. I really want to forget. Not because I was happy then, but because it reminds me of you.It's said that true love will last forever. I hope it's wrong. I don't want to do

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A second is a short time. A very short time. Many times you hear people talk about in "the blink of an eye", or "before you can say 'goodbye'...". Its all about the short amount of time to think something, or say something. Or maybe read something. See a name or a picture, or a person. Something that lasts a much longer impact on me than the second I see it.A second isn't really a short time.

Stein Eldarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03186379552226737429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29360090.post-30382835904802812212008-03-08T21:57:00.002+01:002008-03-08T22:31:41.686+01:00

... I can barely remember the last time I posted on my blog here. And by gosh, its already gone more than a month... I have even wondered if I've ever to post here again. But, as melancholic as I am, of course I'll post. At least one last time. But as said a lot has happened.I have traveled around California in a Ford Mustang, this one was black. I have gone to New York to meet more colleagues. I

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Well, in the end, things usually comes to terms with itself. And this time it got fixed with the flight in the end. Since Google is paying for the trip in the end, it really doesn't matter who pays them. So one of the Project Managers offered their Credit Card and fixed these trips for me. So I'll be going to New York for 5 nights instead of going home, then back to Mountain View for another

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There has come up a possibility that I can stay here longer, and get on two events related to my work at Google. But there has also come up some problems in moving flights and adding the new ones. Prices...To add a new flight with return San Francisco - New York, USD $299.-, No problem. But then I discover that since I have started on my trip to the USA, I cant cancel or move the flights. Which

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The world is a small place. And Mountain View is just a part of it. But as I have wandered the campus of Google, I meet new people all the time, from all over the world. Its new and exotic for me. But what's even more exotic, is that people can't comprehend ho it is in Norway. Or that they think I am exotic, that comes from such a cold and dark place so exceedingly far north of ... everything.But

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I have just had a few moments to look around both the Google campus and Mountain View itself, and there are three things that have astonished me here. Even some things that I knew a lot from before.But as I sat on a café on Castro Street, looking at the live in this "village", I noticed a Pontiac sports car passing by, then a Corvette, and two Jaguars... People around here has a really lot of

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I´m sitting in a restaurant in Mountain View. Looking out on the evening life here. It´s evening, and the sun has gone down. Too bad I don´t have time to explore this much before I start to work. And I start out tomorrow.Suddenly it starts to buzz in my pocket. Hmm, whose calling me at these hours? I take up the phone, and it says "Alarm 06:30"... Oh. I have forgotten to turn off my home time

Stein Eldarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03186379552226737429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29360090.post-20507472902933306732008-01-01T15:17:00.000+01:002008-01-01T15:37:41.970+01:00

Oh. I seemed to survive another year. And thats good. It haven't been the best year, and far from it, but that also means that this year should definitely be better. There are few resolutions for the new year, but I'd write them here anyway.I will train regularly at least 3 times a week from now on (not including week zero, it's already half gone). Sword fencing, climbing and bouldering.I will

Stein Eldarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03186379552226737429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29360090.post-72906711958866807972007-12-14T22:26:00.000+01:002007-12-14T22:30:16.330+01:00

The seven deadly sins are old sayings of how we end up in sin. I have had my part of each, but others are easy for me to avoid. How come?LUST: I have felt lust, and loads of it. And I don't feel lust is any bad at all, as long as it's under control. Lust is a good feeling, and lust for a woman is just natural. But I don't think I should lust for every beautiful woman I meet. It should be

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There is sometimes a reminder out there, I really didn't need. I really didn't need to know how somebody has died. Even though curiosity makes me check, and read on. I didn't need to know why my parents divorced, or that I was bullied at school. And I have no interest whatsoever to know how my X misses her new boyfriend when he is out of town.I really miss a working eraser on my memory now. And a

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Not long ago, I was pointed to a site I hadn't seen before. PostSecrets is a site where people can anonymously send postcards with their deepest secrets, and have it posted on the Internet. I have found it fascinating, to read such secrets, all from the simple and pleasure, to secrets of treachery and hate.But now I had started to wonder, what would I write to them if I were to send them a

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Life.It comes in blocks. Like a lot at a time, and long tiresome waiting times in between.This time, I had one dream come true. I got a job offering from Google. And accepted it. This I have dreamed about for a long time. It wasn't as scaring or an nerving interrogation. It was series of quite ordinary interviews, although more technical than most others I've been to. My first surprise was the

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Christmas isn't closing in much. But I have already begun to hear the murmur of what do I want for Christmas. I don't want much, because much of what I get usually just fills up my storage and give me more to move next time I'll do that. I have never had much of my own celebration, or decorations at home before, and I see no need to replenish my apartment for Christmas so it can be very Christmas

Stein Eldarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03186379552226737429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29360090.post-85600720372331636832007-11-12T23:17:00.000+01:002007-11-12T23:52:06.795+01:00

Just as I expected... This week got totally full too. And more over. I have been almost over-booked, and am starting to wonder how I'm going to prioritize things in the future.So far, I have done the simple choices. Each time, when a opportunity, or invitation comes forth, I check my calendar, and usually accepts if available. But I'm still just staggering on from appointment to appointment, and

Stein Eldarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03186379552226737429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29360090.post-22439932102247078762007-11-03T16:31:00.000+01:002007-11-03T16:52:01.985+01:00

First too busy to think, then ... nothing. I have longed for this weekend. Longed for having time for myself, for doing the laundry, for cleaning up and rest. But all I find is emptiness, and loneliness. The laundry is on it's way, but the apartment is no tidier, nor cleaner yet. But theres yet a day tomorrow.Once again, I know why I keep myself so busy. To wedge myself from feeling the emptiness

Stein Eldarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03186379552226737429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29360090.post-44077268657626346252007-10-31T17:48:00.000+01:002007-10-31T18:09:18.389+01:00

I just duplicated that. A night of no sleep, and a hard days work after that. When am I going to learn? Or more directly; who am I kidding? I'm obviously kidding myself, and I seem not to learn in quite a while.Slow thinker, and stupid. The two first words that popped into my head after the first conclusion. But nobody have even hinted as much to me. So that's thought's I make up of myself. And

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The night till Monday... Now third in a row when I have been unable to sleep. But why exactly this night? They have all been very different, both of activities, thoughts and moods. But all share the same ache. I lay in bed for about 3-3:30 hours, and barely slept any of them. And tired? At 4 in the night? Not at all...I'm just frustrated now. Because I know I need my beauty sleep... And no

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Yesterday was definitely a "yes" day. And today is just as much an "Arrgh" day... Suddenly on Friday afternoon, I got the possibility to buy a ticket to the Muse concert that was yesterday. And since I now didn't have any obligations, I jumped to it, and bought it... I don't regret a single bit, because Muse was great.But today, my back hurts so badly, I can't sit, walk, cough, mostly move

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It's too bad to blog in the middle of the night, but I can't sleep now. And I'll be brief.The past week had been hazardous, first lying ill in bed, then merely well, going out in the wild with a bunch of weirdos playing world war II on the German-Soviet front in 1943. It could have been a terrific larp, but a couple of events hampered that, both for the IL (the arrangers), and for me

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All downs set aside. Being ill has two good sides. First, I get the time to think again. I have little else to do, and almost all activity of sorts wear my out. Second, since I dint hace the strength to do much, I can at least read while i lie in my couch waiting for the illness to subside. So I have both had the time to think a lot, and to read a lot.And my target this time was Robin Hobb. His

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"""Being alone. Asking myself 'why?'. Over and over again. But never an answer. I never get that. And when the pains get too big, I run. Run away with all my strength and stamina. I run away from myself. But I don't want to run any more. No more away from it. The pain.Always the question 'why?'. I find no comfort in it, nor the prolonged waiting for an answer. I haven't got that yet. Not as I can

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Sometimes, life feels as difficult as it can ever be. And now is one of them. Unable to think straight, I might just post here that I'm out of my mind, and should not be trusted at the moment. Everything seems so difficult, or so remote from getting okay. Although I know it's not true. I cry, but I have few tears to spill.I also know I have friends and family, that can support me once in a while.

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Whatever... I don't like to complain. But I end up doing it anyway. This time I dont have much to complain about except the slight headache, and the small fever I'm brewing on. My general shape has been bad the last week, and finally I have taken myself a vacation, and just end up ill.Its quite a lot of my own fault, as this cols has been brewing for a week, and I have bravely ignored it. Too bad

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Yay, taking pictures is fun! I stroll around the city, and I just see more and more possibly good shots. Maybe I start to get the hang of something? Anyway. I take more and more pictures, and in my opinion, they get just better and better. The camera I bought this summer have surpassed 2000 pictures mark, and I take maybe 100 more every week.But still it's hard to define photography as a hobby

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Yay! Landsbyen is great, and mindless shuffling of mud and earth is fun! The entire concept of not thinking while working is a great thing for a guy that does nothing but work on a computer all day long. And the best part: I can use my body! Yay again :)And suddenly I'm tired and awake at the same time. Or to be more specific... I'm tired as in needing sleep, not worn out, not a feeling of being

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Why does it boils down to this one substance again... Coffee. I have been extremely tired, and have had really big time problems with getting my daily (or nightly) sleep. And as things protruded on and on, and whatever I did, nothing seemed to work. Until I decided to stop drinking coffee again this Wednesday evening.I had scheduled to climb with a friend, and (as usual) got late for work, drank

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"""Am I?I think so. Not much because I think, but more because I feel. And I feel ... restraint.Just a word? Perhaps, and perhaps not. At least I hope not. Restraint is a part of feeling. Or else my hope is lost. I hope not without a cause. Cause I feel a lot. At least now.But what's now? Do I need anything else? Maybe a past. Not that necessary, but at least a future. I like future. The endless

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Now I've been without Internet for a considerable while. And when now something happen, I have come to get thoughts of: Do I really want to post this? Do I really want to tell the world about this? The time without access to it, have given me a different view of what belongs to the Internet, and what don't.Or to be more precise. What I don't want to be public for everybody, I should not write

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Finally I have Internet at home. And after a little accident with my keyboard during the installation, I think I have to get a new one. And this time I'll give myself a wireless quality keyboard, and wireless mouse. Puh... I really don't have time for blogging now, so I'll post back later.

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Oh, and I had to comment, that this is the hundredth post on my blog. In more than a year yes, but nevertheless... 100. Not to let the event go into another buzz and stuff. Now, good night.

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Just a little bit closer, just a little bit. But this time the difference is clearly visible. I have a bookshelf, and have started to pack into it. But I have to fasten it a little more so it wont collapse under the weight. That is: collapse over my computer, and that is quite undesirable.The last week have been busy, and tiresome. Yes, I am tired, and tired as a wombat. (OK, I have no idea what

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It's a little hard to keep up the good writings when all the good idea's and concepts of what I want to write comes when I'm at home with no Internet, and about 16 hours until I'm able to post anything. And I'm not the type to write down and transcribe unto the blog later. I'll rather not post it.But thoughts and things go on anyway. Like yesterday I read a notice in the paper about a rape that

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When having Internet becomes the norm, then the situation of not having access to it becomes a problem. I have put myself (somewhat consciously and somewhat not) into a situation where all or most of my connections and information retrieval is by the Internet. And since I moves now some two weeks ago, I have not have access to it from home. And sometimes, that may lead to problems.Most of those

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I'm sick. In the very literal way. A cold that has made me almost unable to do any work at all... And lucky that, because tomorrow I'll have to deliver the keys to my old apartment. And the result: An almost hellish day, but it ended luckily.It started two days ago on Monday, after work, when my throat started to ache. Not very badly, but enough to screw my sleep that night. Or so I thought. The

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I have just come into my new apartment. So it's messy as hell. I still lack the washing machine, a set of shelves for mye living room. Sorry, no pictures yet. The apartment is a mess yes, and I still have not gotten the Internet running. And I gotta kill the ISP. I don't get my internet connection until 17th of September! So there'll be few posts until then. I now only have Internet then I'm at

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It's strange to live «on the move»... I started packing this weekend, and I'm still not done. Most of the reason for that is that I get distracted all the time, and it's boring like hell. So I've decided that only two things can make me move again... A much better job far, far away from Trondheim, or a girlfriend. Or both. But I see both as very unlikely to happen soon. Perhaps a GF can happen,

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As I make the last preparations for moving I discover once again a strange coincidence... The numbers related to my apartment. They seem to fit into a recurring move where two numbers come again. Just take a look at the addresses I have had along my history in Trondheim:Edgar B. Shieldrups vei 42-14, 7032 Trondheim;Fridtjof Nansens vei 21B, 7020 Trondheim;Øystein Mylas vei 9, 7037 Trondheim;

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I feel stagnated. Like I'm stuck, and can't get any further. A bit weird, and understandable at the same time. I feel stuck because I feel there isn't much development in my life. I do the same at work as 6 months ago, I know few new people, I haven't learned much new the last half year. Or it doesn't feel like I've learned much... But now I want to go on, stretch further, and push my own limits.

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The St Olav festival has ended. Even a few days ago, but I haven't had the time and strength to write anything about it. Except maybe that there isn't much to write about. I worked most of the week, and only took the Friday off, and some hours here and there to volunteer at the stalls.But then there was this Friday. Which was almost a complete success if it hadn't been for my *@#$%%- knee. Ok;

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"""Memory.Strange how it tricks the mind, and fools the soul. Strange that I can't remember the names of the people I met last weekend, but I can remember the weird expression on the face of a guy, and the sour comments from his father in a TV series that I saw some 20 odd years ago. It had six episodes, and was placed in wartime London. About a guy who lives with his parents and gets a job at

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Jeg er meg selv, fra topp til tå,Jeg er meg selv, slik jeg er nå,Ikke falsk og ikke løgn,Like så hvert eneste døgn,Og om den dagen kommer, jeg slutter,Så er jeg bare en av dem; gutter,Ikke slik jeg selv vil være,I all min prakt og all min ære.Short poem i wrote just now. In Norwegian, but most of you read that anyway. Enjoy, and god night.

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Another vacation. This time a bit longer than planned, but none the less a vacation. And it has brought so many pictures, I can only hope to get through all of them. More than 600 this time in 6 days. That averages to 100 each day... !!!But that's not the big news. The big news is that I have just started to learn some tricks with the camera. Like how to use the flash in darkly lit rooms to make

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Not long after I had the chance this summer, I started with sword fencing. And that's a cool but somewhat dangerous sport. We use steel swords and though blunt they are still a fearsome weapon.Now I have finally gotten in to the training group, even though I still miss the needed security course. But since I still don't have had the change to attend to it, they let me train with them, and goes

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I'm having a good time, and feel good. But there's not much to write about. Over the weekend I will travel to Molde and Høgset for a concert, and my grandfather's 70th birthday. And this weekend, I have been forced to wash clothes, and the 4th round in already on. I had absolutely no clean trousers left, and only woolen socks and a few boxers.It certainly helped with a small vacation. So now the

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Its begun to be a while since I arrived back home from Denmark. And with a lot of new experiences, a few concerts, partying, and more than 700 pictures later, I'm too tired to write much, but too excited not to tell about it.The trip started last Friday, when I took the morning flight to Copenhagen, then the first train from there to Århus. And as to be expected of a small city (in continental

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Which is a quite true statement... As it can mean two different things: Nothing works ever, or that something must work with everything. I'm not directly a pessimist, but some times, I get the "nothing works" feeling, which is quite frustrating. Not only because I'm frustrated because something doesn't work, but also because it is a self-fulfilling prophecy...OK, let me begin. Why don't the

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When something never is too bad. Or something is never good enough. Or can they? Most of the times I have found something to be "too good to be true", I have ended up with a feeling it was unearned good, and ended with an unearned too bad ending. But always until the ending I had wondered if it ever could get "not good enough", or "too bad". But the "thing" have usually not changed that much from

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Damn it. I can't sleep. Have been lying in my bed for 3 hours with a minimum of rest, but no sleep. It's not the dreams, because they are as usual. And it should not be any other things, because today is not that unusual, or so it seems to me at least. But sleep? No way.But it's light outside. There's no dark at night, not even a real twilight. The sun dips just beyond the horizon, and rises up

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Being caught up in something interesting is good, and often wery rewarding. But sometimes it may get out of hand. Like not long ago (last Monday), I got caught up in a book...I started reading Raymond E. Feist's book "Magician" about two weeks ago. I usually read a chapter or two a day, and actually thought the book was bad. The first few chapters was irregularly written, lacked surprises, had

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For I have bought an apartment! On the second floor of the building on the picture. Not very big, but anyway: It's my own! The takeover is scheduled at 15th of August, so I'll still have to wait a while. But now the search is over. It's a 2-room apartment at 45m² (51m²), and I have bought it for the horrible sum of NOK 1.375.000,- ...But now the time is running by. I'm going to Landsbyen tomorrow

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Facebook, what's it good for actually? And it's not the only chalk in the drawer in this category. Only in Norway there are at least three other net societies that compete, or complement on Facebook to the "greater" net society. I must admit I took a peek into and made an account on NettBy today. Not really sure what to make of it.But what I got was a series of functions I already have around,

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Yes, I'm exhausted. So exhausted I have considered sleeping over a whole day. But that would be just stupid, and most likely; don't work. Another option is to take a shorter period off or call in sick... Or ask my doctor to prescribe some time off. But then the other problem arises. I dont want to miss work either.I know it's problematic when my attitude toward work have come to the point when I

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Spiderman 3 was boring, and my right knee has been bad again. Those things seldom comes that close together, or to be more correct, not that correlated. This time is no different. On Thursday I went to the cinema with a load of friends, and finally got to see Spiderman 3. And it was no winner, but not crap either. At least it had compensated a lot of the weirs and sometimes stupid effects with

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Btw. I made a promise once.

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Status Report 8th of May 2007.Civil Status: Still single. Currently considers stopping the active search completely, and just let it come to me when I meet the right girl. I admit I hate the Norwegian style, party/dating that is most usual for meeting new girls. And too many girls have been branded either «stupid», «way too blond» or simply ... «evil», so far in the process.Living Conditions:

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Nothing stays the same. And nothing waits to be seen. The trick is to grab the moment, and just have fun when fun is there. And to see when to be seen is possible. This got far to poetic or philosophical for myself, so I'll stop at that.And what has happened? Not much. A LARP, some climbing, a party or two, and some parading in Storm Trooper uniform. And quite a lot of working. Even if I took a

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I have cleaned, tidied, vacuumed and found fitting clothes. Now im soon to be going to a Star Wars party here in Trondheim, and funnies of all: I'm going to be posing as a Storm Trooper, in full outfit. And pictures are promised. I have a lot of friends that are bound for Samfunnet this evening, and I think one of them are going to be handed a camera at some point.I really don't have time to

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What is it with people. Now the debate over prostitution has come up again, and I start to wonder the level of intelligence in the ordinary population. How come do I react in this way? I have no experience with prostitution myself. I have not even met a prostitute in a way I have understoo it has been a prostitute, and I have never bought or sold sex. (Yes; there exists male prostitutes, although

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What if I suddenly just don't want to any more?No; it's not that bad. But the thought has occurred, although more in a «what if I do» manner than in a «maybe I do». Being dumped is bad. Really bad stuff, and very few things can be compared. But humiliation is one of them, although I have never thought much about honor and image and such, but suddenly someone strikes a chord, finding the sore

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Then it happens again, and life sucks... Again. I have no idea how I do it, or what it is, but I feel humiliated, laughed at, and made a fool. Girls are surely evil, and they do all they can to master the pain they deliver, in the most wicked ways thinkable. I am not going to elaborate, but I think you get the picture.I'm angry, sad, and unforgiving. But mostly just angry. Very angry. And it's

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Tillbars från broderländet. I'm back from Sweden, and in a good shape. Nothing really frightening happened, and the only problem I experienced was the bad weather just when we tried to pass the mountains on Thursday. The road was closed because after a chain collision and series of small «off-roads» they were unable to clear the road because of the wind and snow. But the road was reopened during

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What a chaos. We were supposed to drive over to Sweden today, but happened to run into a small storm up in the mountains. We could barely see the car in front of us, and too often not even the side of the road. And on the stretch between Storlien and Åre, there had been an accident (chain collision), and they had problems keeping the road open due to snow drift.So we had to give up trying to

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I'm only occasionally bored these days. And by occasionally I mean not very often, maybe once a weak, and not for very long. But now I'm either over-bored or too agitated to sit down. It may be difficult to actually know the difference sometimes.I have tried to wane it down by reading, but I couldn't really concentrate on the book. Neil Gaiman is good, but he's not «God» in writing. I have tried

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Gah! I almost lost my pictures! Or so I thought. But they where saved in the end by what was mostly either a mistake, or some weird thing my computer did with the camera. Anyway, I now have new pictures out from the Mallorca trip, and a long tale to tell.And the tale is of both too good, and too bad times. In comparison to earlier trips abroad, this is by far the shortest, and by far, the most

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I'm back, and I'm dead tired. Have just read my email and the news, and heading for the bed. The trip was very fun, and there's much to tell, but I haven't the time to upload anything now, or tell the tales. It'll come later, I promise.*sleepy*

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White tomato beans, green pepper, sausages, dried oregano, and cayenne paprika. All roasted and mixed in a pan, and eaten as-is. Delicious, but it's quite a while since I have made such a simple yet tasteful dinner. If you remove the green pepper and the spices, this is a dinner I made a lot when I was out of money. Sausages costs mere NOK 30,- per kilo, and tomato beans costs less than 10,- per

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Picture taking is painstaking. And I am not used to actually having a camera, so I mostly forget I have one, and then ... don't take photos. But I'd like to take photos. Good photos, and hopefully... lots of photos. But then I want to take photos of what's not around me every day, but what is to remember. Like a trip, people, and landscapes, the moon (if possible) and anything I see that I may

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OK, I have been through a weird period the last few days. I have been fully able to wake up in the morning, so the latest I have been on job is 8:15. And I have worked at least 10 hours each day (so my total overtime hours have now reached 21 hours), and I have drunk a whole lot of coffee. In fact I have drunk about 8+ cups a day, and now, as I am waiting for some laundry to be finished in the

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I'm shot, as we say in Norway. I'm so tired I barely can manage to keep awake, and speak with people, and I'm so exhausted that if I just raise myself to go and take a glass of water, it feels like the last drops of energy being used. And that's not good, after two days of almost complete rest. Or maybe it's because I have rested so much?I have slept 23 hours so far this weekend. 12 hours from

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Today, I worked late, Twice in two days. I woke up late, twice in two days, and I walked back home, for the first time to my new apartment. The ice has started to melt away from the road, and the weather is marvelous. So when I walked off from work at 20:40, I passed the bus stop (where it was 20 minutes until next bus), and took off bound for home. I just stopped to buy some yogurt for

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I hve had a small experiment the last few weeks. I have tried to stop drinking coffee at work. But last week I had to give up. I was mostly just sleepwalking around, and I could barely do much without feeling the tiredness coming over me. So I had problems keeping awake at work, then I had to work longer to compensate, and then I got late back home.Bad combination, as it resulted in me having

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And once again, all the weird old feelings come rushing back. I was having a good time with myself, got some more clothes through the washing queue, made dinner, and got cleaned up a little. I was even enjoying myself, and then as I get most things done, I sit down to enjoy the moment, and a radio program with rock music, and then the downward spiral begins.I'm not sure I can call it «depression»

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Why am I talking to my self, loud and clear? There's no one here but me, and I usually listen to the radio to beat the silence of being alone. But sometimes, I start having discussions with my self, usually about quite simple earthly problems, like what to eat for dinner, or what CD to listen to, or when to wash the dishes.What I have noticed, usually after each time, is that I'm in quite a good

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OK: New lesion I need to learn regarding to trips. Either bring the charging cord, or recharge the camera before the trip starts. And yes, I have had a trip, this time to Oppdal, where I got to take the hilarious amount of 1 picture [the one attached] before my camera died of low battery. In addition there was a full lunar eclipse on Saturday night, but with all the partying and stuff, that was

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Most of the bands that I have heard of that had taken up the more «difficult» questions of life; the various feelings you don't necessary like, have made a song about being numb. Not sad, not glad, not angry, not scared, just numb. And I feel a little like that these days. I sit, and I simply «don't feel». I'm numb, empty, tired of feeling and wanting. Maybe a little «given up» in there, but

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OK, the headache and the mild sickness haven't stopped, but I'm not that constant tired and dizzy anymore. Yesterday I visited my father on Moholt, and there I for the first time took a look at the pictures from the previous night. And one late night picture surprised me quite a lot.Taken at 3:50 on the same street where I fell, maybe just minutes before. It's grimly dark and empty. Ironically I

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Thank you all nice people! If it hadn't been for you, I would probably lie in the street, face down in the freezing cold until I either woke up by my self, or had frozen to death.I was on town partying yesterday, and did something I haven't done for years. Partying and not caring about or controlling my own intake of alcohol. So I was dunk, and quite so too. And on my way home, I could barely

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I was just listening to music, when I suddenly started to cry. And I thought about what made my feel this emotional about simple songs. But to be honest, I don't know if it's just the lyrics, or the music as a whole, but some songs touch me more than others. I will make a small list of the most important, and try to figure out what it is. Some of these songs may sound «strange» to fit into the

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A moment of poetic confidence...Had I ever had so muchof confidence in socials suchthat hardly could I ever finda person in this world of minethat thought a short and simple «wow»,and then would like to know and howthat I could be a friend of you,and I would say «I really do».And you would be a friend of me,and such that I would always seethat had I never had this thingthat made me feel a social

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