mandag 29. september 2008

nothings sweet about me

If there’s lessons to be learned, I’d rather get my jamming words in first oh
Tell ya something that I’ve found, that the worlds a better place when it’s upside down boy
Sweet about me, nothing sweet about me.




i dont want you "caring" about me
its not like im having some breakdown or anything
my friend says sometimes my issues are pathetic
she's probably right

Rihanna - Disturbia


Hiphopper - Thomas Rusiak feat. Teddybears Sthlm


i always thought he sang "I'm a head popper yes i am", but turns out its not. i came across this on the web: Misheard song lyrics (also called mondegreens) occur when people misunderstand the lyrics in a song. These are NOT intentional rephrasing of lyrics, which is called parody. [Making fun of music: ]

also. lookat this trio featuring Victoria Bergsman of The Concretes. its pretty genious all over.
Peter, Bjorn & John - Young Folks


this is a classic, one of the first vids the norwegian duo royksopp made. its so great and 90's.
Røyksopp - "Eple"

fredag 26. september 2008

into the wild


Into the Wild is a movie based on the true story of Christopher McCandless. After he graduated from university in Atlanta, he disappeared, seemingly without trace. He drove out west in search of adventure, in effect to find himself. On the course of his journey, he lost his car in a flash flood, and ended up walking, canoeing and camping to continue his journey. In his desire to find meaning, he eradicated his identity, burning his driving license and social security card, and reinvented himself as “Alexander Supertramp”. He was convinced that the way to find true meaning and happiness was to go into the wild, so he headed for Alaska, woefully unprepared.

After buying and watching this movie yesterday, i was struck. it mad a huge impression on me. possibly the most inspiring movie i have ever seen. it made me think i should book a ticket to australia and burn all my savings and shave my head. i would hich-hike into the outback and live in harmony with the aboriginals. i would drink beer before noon and meet extraordinary people whom i would never come across later in life. i wouldn't even have a camera as proof of my experiences, because it would be something for me and no one else. i would only have pictures as memories in my head. i would tell stories to strangers by a bonfire and get bad tattoes on my forearm. i would have nothing but the clothes i was wearing and a journal to write down my thoughts. and if i died during a paracute jump, it wouldn't matter, because i died happily.






in other news, in my real life:
- today i went to a cafe and met up with a friend i havent seen since i was 11 years old. we were nastolgic and it was two very nice hours.

- i saw a delluted guy trying to park his beatup van, smashing it twice in a row, even though i tried giving him directions. he just laughed. i laughed back and the whole situation was very comical. he was probably drunk but i found it quite amusing.

onsdag 24. september 2008

sex like men?

This is what I'm contemplating upon this late wednesday night:
- Can a woman have sex like a man?


I raise the question if women are capable of having sex with no ‘feelings’(as many would agree is how men can have sex)? Are women genetically programmed to want sex to ‘mean’ something? Or, to put it another way, is there really any difference between the genders when it comes to the issue of casual sex?

I was inspired to write some random thoughs on this subject after watching an episode of 'Sex in the City', where Carrie wrote an issue on this question. Personally, I am not so sure. Don't get me wrong; I would love to agree to this statementthe and by that have a feminist perspective on sex. Because along with the sexual revolution, there's shouldn't be any reason as to why women, supposedly, feel bad after casual sex.

But in all honesty, I just can't get my head around the idea of having 'emotionless' sex, without any form of meaning or conseqenses. Some would say "its just sex", but in reality, it's never just sex. I think that females who make sex a 'sport', somewhere down the road end up phychically damaged. I think it lies in every womans nature to ask moral questions to themselves. Age and amount of experience should also be considered into this.

I think 'one night stands' are OKAY, as long as its not practiced too often. For some women, chasing highs -in the meaning of having free sex- might be experienced as a power trip. Sure, you can have fun with a guy for one night only... But if this becomes an addiction, the person involved would end up hurt on a psychological level. Much like drugs, sex is a short term pleasure that, when handled incorrectly, can lead to serious long-term problems. Because by having sex like amimals, you downgrade yourself to become a product. And human beings are more than simple products. We have feelings, we have conciousness, we have independent thoughts and we ask questions as to why things are the way they are. Meaning, life's not a game. If you make sex a game, somewhere along the play, you will lose. And after doing so, you realize the only one playing this game, is yourself.

My view: If someone is having sex with you only for the sake of sex; he/her doesn't respect you enough to have a relationship with you. And that's not sufficient. We are more intelligent beings than that. This is what seperates us from the other creatues on the earth. If we do so, we are but simple animals. There's gotta be more.

Therefore, no. I do not think women can have sex like men, or should I say animals. Which raises another question; can men really have sex with no feelings? Or is this just a view that's enforced on us by the macho community we're living in? I'm positive that there are men that are hurt by one-nighters; who feels bad or empty of whatever... They just can't express their feelings as much as woman are able to. And at that; who's really the most envolved sex? Are women and men genetically bound to have different view on sex? Eventhough both sexes have conciousness; men are bound by hundreds of thousands of years of DNA breeding... Maybe the act of reproduction just lies in mens nature. I guess the answer is not black and white.

“Conventional feminism teaches that control of your body means the freedom to have sex without consequences — sex like a man. ‘I am an unconventional feminist, in the sense that she asserts control by choosing not to have sex — by telling men, no, absolutely not.” - Harvard student and abstinence-crusader Janie Fredell.

søndag 21. september 2008

such a beautiful mess that's breaking my skin



I've never bought you flowers,
I can't work out what they mean
And I try to remember who I used to be
I got one last chance to get myself together
Time has come for me to change again
I can't carry on like this I will lose my friends
Want you here tonight, want you here
And your mouth, your mouth, your mind
And I hope, that my sanity covers the cost
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?
God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said "yes I think we've met before"
In that instant it started to pour
And time stopped moving
I was trying to remember your name
You tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
It's nothing but time and a face that you'll lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
Live through this and you won't look back
You were what I wanted, I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
Your wildness scares me
So does your freedom
You say you can't stand the restrictions
I find myself trying to change you
If you were meant to be my lover I wouldn't have to
I'm another ex-girlfriend on your list
But I should have thought of that before we kissed

random.lyrics.jamesmorrison.damienrice.stars.nodoubt

onsdag 10. september 2008

I need my MEDS!

Populærkultur 2.
my favorite youtube vids:

Daft Hands - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger


Daft Punk - Harder Bodies Faster Stronger


Fred Loses His Meds


Britney Fan Crying

populærkultur

Satt oppe til kl 4 i natt og drakk kaffi da jeg fant ut at jeg hadde mistolket sjangeranalysen jeg skal levere inn i dag. å sitte 6 timer i strekk å arbeide med noe du allerede er sykt lei av å arbeide med... ikke å anbefale.

now i just wanna have some fun.

check it out:
The Ting Tings - "That's Not my Name"


Katy Perry - "I Kissed a Girl"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NoKPi8xtyjA

Katy Perry - "Ur So Gay"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKHysOO1Mes&feature=related

Gym Class Heroes - "Cupid's Chokehold"


Notice the girl in the end of this movie. That's Katy Perry (link above).
Iznt dat wirrd?

mandag 8. september 2008

"Alle svane er hvite"

Kjære ex.phil foreleser på mandags morgen, jeg ser du har skrevet læreboken du underviser oss i. Jeg har også fått med meg at du er født i enten Island eller Finland. Jeg finner det er en smule besynderlig at "Alle svane er hvite". men det er ganske bra sagt, egentlig. for det finnes tydeligvis noen svarte svaner nedi the Outback. jeg husker ikke helt hva poenget ditt var, men jeg har tenkt litt på det du sa. det har kanskje noe med at alt ikke er som det gir seg ut for.
kjære foreleser, hadde dagen kommet da jeg fikk min tredje tættis skulle det stått "alle svane er hvite" på korsryggen min, slik jeg alltid skal kunne minnes deg og dine fabelaktige og eksistensielle hypoteser.
her, jeg googlet til og med etter black swans. a treat for you:



- Men, kjære foreleser, neste gang du skriver på tavlen, må du huske at det er en svane, flere svaneR. Men, for all del, jeg refser deg ikke. Jeg synes du har en behagelig stemme. Faktisk så behagelig, at om det ikke hadde vært for dine tidige språkforseelser (mest hyppige: "tradisjåån(tradisjon), spår (spør), talte (telle), sansninger(sanse) og uberoende (uavhengige), så hadde jeg nok sovnet en plass mellom svanene og om vi egentlig eksisterer. Jeg frydet meg forresten uhemmet da du hadde skrevet: "I grunn og bunn er dette..." Du er så søt! Spesielt måten du humrer godt over dine egne uttalelser, som den gangen du ikke var heeelt sikker på en tysk sosiologs fødselsår. sort humor..

Jeg tar en pause da tommelsen kramper seg opp fordi jeg skriver alt for mye, løfter hodet og ser på mine medstudenter. Omtrent alle støtter hånden til hodet og skriver så fort som overhodet mulig ned det som står på overheaden. når foreleseren igjen skifter overhead alt for fort, snur samtlige seg til sidemannen for å se om han fikk med seg de siste linjene. - de siste linjene av hva?
er jeg den eneste som ser idiotien i alt dette tankevaset?
Det står en utdannet mann og stiller oss spørsmålet: Hvordan kan vi vite at vi er. Ifølge filosofveteranen Descartes er svaret : "Jeg tenker, altså jeg er," eller "Cogito ergo sum". Dette kommer fra samme fyren som mente det ikke gikk an å skille mellom drømme og våke, og som var overbevist om Guds eksistens fordi det var mulig for han å danne et bilde av det fullkomne, ergo må det også finnes. Alt annet enn tanken er usikkert!

Videre bringer forelseren tanken om vi kanskje bare TROR at vi eksisterer opp. Hva om hjernene våre blir kontrollert av datamaskiner, sånn som i Matrix! Tenk om vi bare tror vi lever...
- Er det meningen at jeg, på en mandags morgen med morratryne, skal seriøst stille meg selv spørsmålet om jeg egentlig eksisterer?
Jah. Tenk om jeg egentlig fremdeles ligger i sengen min og drømmer. Det hadde vært noe.

Studentene skriver flittig ned det de blir servert. Mannen har trossalt en form for autoritetsapell. Men si me; er det jeg som har gått glipp av noe essensielt, eller er verden gått av hengslene as we know it? Eller kan det faktisk hende at dette er interessant? Det mest rasjonelle svaret er nok at det er noe alle med høyere utdanning er pålagte å ta som fag, fordi systemet vil luke unna de som ikke er up for the challenge videre.

Videre, de fleste førsteårsstudentene, sukker inni seg og tenker: uff nei dette jeg skjønner ikke. - jeg tar det når jeg kommmer hjem. jeg må sette meg ned å lese i dag. men jeg vil se Scrubs! jeg må bare se home and away også. sette på en grandis. lage meg litt te. gå på do. vaske klær. henge opp klær. det er dessuten lenge siden jeg har trent. jeg går på trening. gjesp. nå har jeg vært flink å trene, jeg fortjener åkjøpe noe digg på Deli Deluca's. de har jo døgnåpent. det passer meg fint. uff jeg bruker for mye penger. burde få meg en jobb. men nei, det orker jeg ikke...jeg har jo så mye å gjøre! skal jo være sosial ved siden av å være flittig student. og alle vet jo at man må ut på by'n i helgene for å finne en potensiell parter. for alle venninnene mine har jo kjæreste, og jeg føler meg ikke perfekt før jeg har en jeg også. nå ble det så sent gitt at jeg tror jeg tar skolearbeidet i morgen. kanskje jeg får tid til å stikke innom facer'n først. bare litt grann? oi, klokken er kvart over tolv allerede. på tide å legge meg. puster ut; i drømmene er jeg fri.

lørdag 6. september 2008

can you say Daddy DJ?

oh i came across this new video with swedish DJ Basshunter. Norwegian ex glamour model Aylar Lie stars in this video. But wait a minute...


...doesn't this sound strangely familiar?



Same video...and almost the same song?
Now isnt that kinda lame?
But then again, if the entire point about techno is to make people jump up and down to some monotonic beats...i suppouse its ok?

fredag 5. september 2008

get naked (i have a plan)

klokken er 6 og jeg drikker bacardi razz. tenkte jeg skulle dra en Hemingway eller Poe og se om innleveringen i akademisk skriving vil komme litt lettere til meg.