Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tolvon
An interesting side-effect for me, since tolvon to my knowledge isn't widely used to combat addiction, is the way the drug affected my use of other drugs. I quit the holy ganja while trying this big-pharma designer drug to get an effective treatment. But the once or twice I used the drug for recreational purposes I winded up having bad trips. (That while not beeing as terrificly horrifying as my first; even fun sometimes these days; always are quite exhausting.)
When it comes to alcohol and tolvon; which I gather you are not supposed to mix at all; something very interesting happens. While it is not always hard for me to stop drinking once I've started - it is certainly always something I have to do. (To be perfectly clear: Once I've started drinking I have to activly stop myselv from drinking more -- if -- I am in a situation where further drinking is practical.)
Some might argue, and justifiably so, that that makes me an alcoholic and no exuce I give will change that. Excuses are one of the things that abusers everywhere are full of. To my brothers and sisters of that particular persuation I say fuck you. To the rest of you I blame my indian blood, the many deep and festering wounds life has given me; and I beg you praise my baccian etiquette, my many eloquent toasts to the virtues, to the Maker of parties, to the republic and to friends absent, dead and lost; and praise also I beg: my ability to 'hold my liquer' and drink with the very best of drinkers - none named, none forgotten.
The interesting thing with tolvon though is at it gave a (to me) rare taste of what it would be like to never have to struggle with that demon. One beer, the taste is nice, two maybe to keep my wife company. But then I have to activly make the choise to have another beer. Which is a complete reversal of the fundamental reality of my long relationship with alcohol. It must be said, though, that mixing hard drinking and tolvon is not - as it says on the pack - not advisable. You get a lot drunker than 'normal', and while I managed 2-3 parties without injury, one drinking-in-the-sauna session at my sister-in-law ended with three stiches in my head.
A... girlfriend... killed herself while on this stuff if memory serves me correct. And goddamn! I wanted to be dead sometimes when drugged on tolvon. I guess I wouldn't recomend it unless used in combination with valium by someone who really needs a bit of rest.
Glasnost
What kind of western person would choose these pictures? I probably could say something about a co-villager who chose these pictures. But of the russian man (or woman or boy/girl) who chose to share a vision of love with the world... I can say almost nothing.

Friday, November 27, 2009
[De Ubrukelige bootleg #1]
The Lions of Zion sessions [De Ubrukelige bootleg #1]
Phnom Penh Taxi-girl
Phnom Penh Taxi-girl [alternative version]
Love me Tender
Lament #2 [instrumental]
Lament #2
Eye of Love
Baby Lover
Bowin' in the wind
Keep me in your heart
Masters of War
Surrender
Folkesang fra Salten
Copyright:
Phnom Penh Taxi-girl, Lament #2, Folkesang fra Salten :: text/music Mats Hanssen
Baby Lover :: text Emithriel & Mats Hanssen; music Emithriel, Bragvin, Hanssen
Surrender :: text Mats Hanssen; music Bragvin
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Fuck the world
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Slutboy
Friday, September 25, 2009
The Holy Ganja
AstroVera.com
Spotify

Rising star?

Monday, September 21, 2009
Peace one day
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Post#100/ Meanwhile Elsewhere...
Artisticly I have the ambition of this blog of becoming one of the readers doors into that fabled Meanwhile Elsewhere... Something private, without becoming social pornography. Something different, without becoming alien. Something well known, but not your own life. Most of all I simply want to get to know this (in littereary time) newborn medium; explore its possiblities and have some fun while doing it.
Post#99/ Comments
I would also, at this time, like to thank Anonymous for his many insightfull comments. This blog would not be the same without you :)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Election 09::Fascist Utopia play "democrazy"
Rødt/Rø: The communists on the far left haven't won representation the last few elections, and even when they had representation last time it was only one guy. The communistparty, now a coalition of secterian communistic beliefs under the name Rødt [Red], was initially a breakout party from the country's largest party; the social democratic Labourparty. They have been in the cold for about a hundred years, and now the scattered remains of a proud movement are only fools to be used for rightwing scaretactics. I read Marx at 11 and was a big fan, but as I grew older both communism, and later anarchy, lost their flavour and now I only yearn to see all these communists use kapitalism for what its worth to aleviate the suffering of those oh so huddled masses.
Sosialistisk Venstreparti/SV: Like Rødt the socialist party SV is a splintergroup from the larger Labourparty. They have only 11 representatives, and lost three to the social democrats in this election. In the media the socialist loss to its social democratic big brother-coalitionpartner seems to be explained by the polarization in politics; voters voted for the social democratic party in fear of the Fascistparty FrP or even just a liberal conservative alternative. And even though I personally voted strategically for the social democrats as the real fight in my constituency was between the fascists, the social democrats and the communists; I think the evidence that the Labourparty 'stole' their votes is spurious, and the real reason for the socialist loss lies mainly within two factors:
1. Party leader Kristin Halvorsen accepted the position of finance minister, apparently because the Labourparty shouldn't have all 'the big three' [prime minister, foreign minister and finance minister] even though they are and were the countrys largest party. Its going out on a limb, but I would speculate that she was duped by the more experienced Labourparty to take the one position there really is only so much personal power the minister has since the finance departments budget is made by the parliament, and not the socialists. In a powerless but seemingly powerfull position her bondage seriously damaged the party's image.
2. Former party leader Erik Solheim's involvement in the catastrophe that is the Tamil exterminationcamps in north Sri Lanka; a situation reminiscent of Rwanda, Jugoslavia, Cambodia, the Soviet Union, Germany/Poland, Armenia and that early murderous America. He might be the hero who tried to stop the unstoppable; but we will never truly know and he has shamed his party and the name of his father. He is a nice guy and while you shouldn't send wolves to do a dogs job (imagine the colatteral damage), its quite stupid to send a dog to do a wolfs job.
Arbeiderpartiet/DNA/AP: The social democrats are the winners of the election with the 3 mandates they won from the socialists. The party started out as a labourparty, but has later changed to be the party of the administrative Norway. Powers they once fought have been completely taken over (or mayhaps DNA has been taken over by its enemies; they couldn't even know for sure themselves).
On a darker note the official name of the social democratic labourparty is Det Norske Arbeiderparti (DNA) meaning The Norwegian Labourparty. Its origins as a socialist party with a nationalistic overtone in its very name not even the rightwing nationalistic racist organizations have been able to match: makes it a national socialist party. (But without, ofcourse, most of the madness of eugenetics and not a hint of the pure metaphysical insanity of fighting Gods own people.)
The social democrats are easy to dislike because of the shrewd way they play the game and their ability to exercise power, but while their tackle of coalitionpartner Kristin Halvorsen was dirty; it was only her ikarian hubris and lack of good advisors that allowed for it to happen. I would expect nothing less of the party actualy found myself voting for than to play a hardball game of realpolitik. With that said I think they should give the socialists some say, some sway, in a few of the issues where they in reality agree, but DNA under normal conditions wouldn't go as far as the socialists would.
Senterpartiet/SP: The third coalitionpartner is the farmers party. It is rumored they used to have some nazi-sympathies as well, but these days they represent the districts and farmers & the expected conservative values coming with the territory when you're representing Norwegian rednecks. (Even if their necks seldom get red or even pink...).
The irony may be that the farmers party could have a lot more power if they only had managed to ally with the farmer/fisher culture of the traditional north. But they are not as vehemently against industrial-style trawlers as to please most northern fishers. The northerner giving his vote to the labourparty, the conservatives and even the facistparty share a lot of views otherwise with the farmers party. Many could quite easily be swayed to give the party another whooping 5% or so of the vote without any of that conflicting with their base vote. If I were in the strategical council of the party: I most certainly would advice them to go for the fisheries minister-post in addition to pwning the roads/transport/travel- and farming departments.
Venstre/V: Right in the middle (pun not intended), in reality if not in factuality, together with the Farmers party and the christian democrats you find the Socialliberal party Venstre. I have mentioned them earlier, and was planning to vote for them, but since they weren't an option in the strategical vote... you know buddy, no hard feelings?
Back in the olden days Venstre were the first Norwegian party. Venstre literally means Left, and marginally younger conservative party Høyre means Right. The names are inspired by the pre-revolutionary French parliament and antique Athens democracy. When the social democratic Labourparty came 'round; liberals and conservatives more or less united against the Labourparty, and from then 'til now Venstre, Left, have held their alegiance to the right side of norwegian politics.
The Facistpartys populistic politics is impossible to accept, to compromise with, for the highminded and principled Socialliberal party, and the voters of the right has clearly stated that they would rather have the Fascists in government with the conservatives than the Socialdemocrats and their 'Red-Green Alternative'. With only 3,9% of the votes the remnants of the shattered party should look to the left for the next election for I can guarantee that they will win a lot of votes from the left side if they chose to cooperate.
The causes of the pirateparty is there for the taking, and no existing party is better suited than Venstre: We are, quite many, and many more in years to come. The next election will feature a generation whom has grown up never knowing that ancient time before the internet, that fabled pre-net age.
Many of us sympathises with the liberal causes of both the Socialliberal party and the Facistparty. We want, maybe not hard liqueur in petrol stations, but certainly red wine and beer stronger than 4,5% in convenient stores. Causes like these lie close to the heart of Venstre (which, btw I think might be freedom) and there is no reason not to steal these issues from the evil clutches of Frp.
As to Venstres possible coalitionpartners to the left its safe to say that their respective political philosofies are so haphazardously created there will be plenty to agree on once they try: Senterpartiet, the Farmers party, might not think they have to much in common with traditionally urban Venstre: but Venstre hath always been a party fighting for small businesses like, uhm, for instance, farms and fishingboats. [update: the leader of Senterpartiet invites Venstre and KrF to cooperation. Both parties refuse the invitation. DNA considered Venstre instead of SV.]
Fact: Legalization is coming.
The ethical arguments for legalization are supported by the empirical evidence that keeps amassing as more and more nations experiments with decriminalization. The economical pressures on modern nations and governments are becoming so strong (in the less oilrich countries at least;) that not only are they having problems paying for the policing and imprisonment of their citizens – (in prisons varying from institutions designed to 'rehabilitate' or 're-program' the inmate, to the veritable concentrationcamps of the US and the automatic death sentences we find in greater parts of eastern Eurasia).
The strategical arguments are also changing. In Norway many find the american «War on Drugs» a little amusing, like newspeak, haha; but the War on Drugs is infact a low intensity civil war fought by proxies; by law enforcement agencies designed (presumably) as much for population-control as for actually removing any trace of drugs from our streets. A war fought by mercenary-organizations dubbed «gangsters», «mafia» or even «holy warriors» all reaping the fat of the land; giving the powers that be a good reason to keep policing its citizens in never before heard of scales.
Columbia is a defacto failed state. Mexico is a defacto failed state and anyone who says otherwise can go and have a nice vacation in one of the US-Mexican bordertowns and then you can tell all about it in the comments field. (I foockin' double dare yah mate!) Afghanistan is a defacto failed state. The situation is in many ways comparable to the situation in failed African states. When large amounts of money cums into a country outside the states control, the state becomes destabilized, civil war ensues and the weaker states fail utterly – while most stronger states like Norway or the US of A only suffers the beforementioned low-intensity civil war.
A change is gonna come; the earliest possibility is right before or right after Obamas second term – I can't justify predicting after that, but the current situation is not going to get better and sooner or later the issue will be forced.
Kristelig Folkeparti/KrF: The Christian Peoples Party is a christian democratic party tending to swing right. They aren't truly committed to the right as they are more of a morale party than a party with any real political philosophy. They do however still think they again can rule with Høyre and Senterpartiet like it was yesteryore - but those days have gone. In the fray to ensue KrF must choose sides or become truly neutral protectors of religion. [Update: A change is gonna come?]
It is sad to me that this party is so closely connected not only to christianity, but to a few certain brands of christianity. We are many who believe in God, even more so who are religious in thoughts, conduct and reverence. It is sad that this party has no room for moslems, rastafaris, buddhists, hindus, mystics, shamanistic aboriginal beliefs, philosophers, magicians... : There should be a party for all who in their hearts know there is a higher law: and that party could do a lot more of Gods work than any protestant political coalition in the guise of a political party. (And by the way: the prophet Halie Selassie most certainly did say that Ganja is the proof that God loves us.)
Høyre/H: If I remember correctly (but this was in the olden days when I still was a kid) the Conservative Party, Høyre ('right'), simply used to be The Party until one day someone disagreed and created Venstre ('left'). [update: Thanks to Kjellemann for pointing out that it indeed was the other way around.]
For the last decade at least Høyre has been divide by the same New Labour tendencies that ravaged Arbeiderpartiet 'round the turn of the century (at DNAs lowest approvalrating like ever). I had hoped oldskool Høyre would win though, but this election makes that almost impossible: Høyre is the elections big winner with 7 new mandates, and thus the old ways seems to have been completely left behind.
Fremskrittspartiet/Frp: Throughout this article I've at times been calling The Progressparty "The Facistparty". That might not only be untrue in some senses, but it might even be a profanation of the word 'fascism' due to the simple fact that noone will show up on my door and beat the crap out of me. I apologize to all victims of true fascism and will try to refrain from this infantile tripe as of this point on. Btw: Lets all do that.
Sadly they are also the only party taking a very clear stand on the immigrationproblem. The other parties are toughening up, but they are still not going far enough, and they are still not taking in the consequences of recent events in world history. Since we are fighting a prehistoric monster it seems to me in its place to quote Jurassic Park at this time: «Later there will be running and screaming.»
If you study the patterns of conflict you will see that world is about to explode. This is not just some blogger opinion – even if I'm not linking – there is no final evidence, just like with the environmental thingie, you can never prove whats going to happen in the future. There are simply to many factors.
If we in western Europa need additional workers we should turn our eyes to the east and help our neighbors become strong european welfare democracies.
My sentiments here are not a representation of Fremskrittspartiet muddled nationalistic and xenophobic views, but a representation of my own (thoughts) on the subject. If you now consider that I was raised by hippies, was part of the anti-racist movement for many years (and have the scars to prove it), that I have traveled extensively, that I have some college-education and prefer reading to watching television and usually vote to the left... If a guy like me can have thoughts of this nature: It is certainly not strange that FrP are the second biggest party in the country – and once a more «normal» party steals the hardliner position on immigration FrP most certainly will be a party the size of puny Kristelig Folkeparti.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Post #97/Bill Hicks, American Hero
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Post #96/My cool cousin Ben
My Cool Cousin Ben
[Post #1 Friday november 14th 2008, Mørkved]
Good news today. The blog is aparently dead. (Jippie-kaye bloggosphere). I have been eagerly waiting for this day since blogging became cool around the turn of the century; cuz it seems I'm one of those pretentious fucks who will not (or can not) do whatever it is most people think is cool at any particular time. Some phobia against the normality choking the life out of this planet I guess.
The blog, much like the computergame, is an un(der)developed genre: Im probably not one of those guys who who will write Nobel prize-blogs; but surely I can help spread the message of artistic ambition and human decency without beeing some sort of genius?
I'm part to that generation whom grew up in a time when there was a very real threath of a nuclear ragnarokk, when pollution meant dead trees and not the end is fucking nigh, when everybody hated the germans and not the muslims, and shops where closed on saturdays.
Im also part to the generation that grows up today in ways my elders never can understand. I was no more than 5 years of age the first time I played a consolegame. My father, my mother, my brother and myself where vacationing in Lofoten at my grandmothers house (where my mother grew up); and my cousin Ben who was 6 brougth his pong game. A few years later Ben was part of the Amiga demo-scene (and I was doing the pen&paper roleplaying-thing, the equivalent of modernWOW, I guess.)
As a kid Ben always did the ninja-thing. By virtue of beeing my elder, Ben kicked my ass (ninjastyle) a few times. My hippie parents never could understand why a kid brougth up as a pacifist was so interested in weapons and war. They acctualy felt they had failed as parents although it seems clear to me in retrospect that the cold war, the heavily covered Iran/Irak-war and Bens older brother Peter would have had some influence on an impressionable child mind.
Peter was a freak. He molded tin-soliders and miniature painted them. He breakdanced and was politicaly concervative. He was interested in computers and jointed the army. And now hes running some sort of computerbusines, married to a sweet nurse and has three children. Peter, as older brothers do, tried out his kung fu on Ben who tested his kung fu on me, who tested my kung fu on my youger brother; who was saved by Jesus and is a lawyer with a sligthly flippio wife studying psycology and two way cool kids.
Ben studied music in highschool, seventeen years age he stole a married woman, twice his age, with three children from a man who loved her well. He moved to Oxford, studied digital animation and media science for a few years, got a child, got divorced, gave up animation, lived on the street for a time, migth or migth not have lost his mind, and in the end he moved back home to the islands where he has been living on a small government pension for the last few years.
He fixes peoples computers. Usually for free. He lives in the house of his grandparents, above the goldsmith-shop of his father. He listens attentivly to Krishnamurti. He games. Sometimes he goes out to the local pub across the street in the center of the pictouresque Lofoten town. I see local women stare at him with hungry eyes. Which is a bit strange, cuz he is no classic or modern beauty. A short man in the beginning of his thirties, balding hair which is neigther long nor short, usually unshaved but never with a beard. He uses a lot of womens clothing without becoming some sort of ladyboy; oft stating that I like to play with the feminine and masculine. He feels that the embracing of one or the other on the path to darkness is.
Every second or third weekend his daugther comes to visit. She is at beautifull inteligent and free child on the treshold of becoming a (very young) woman. Then, atleast, they have family dinners at his mothers. I'be been to a few of them over the years and they are nice. Nice food, quite a few glasses of wine, jokes, stories, discusions, a lot of laugther and emotion. It is his home city and he still has some very good childhood friends. The loyal kind. He hangs out with the students from the local art and film school.
My cousin is a fanboy of coffieflavored-coffie and he usually drinks enough of the stuff to start talkig incoherently; then he goes home and ponders upon whatever fancy migth take him. He has, for a man not overly manly, an unusual knack for finding masculine arenas. In a town of 2-3 thousand he has found a morningclub in a small coffieshop open from 6-7 til 9 in the morning where men drink black coffie and roll sigarettes while they gossip about manly things like they where a womens circle. Sunday afternoons he does the same with his father and the local elite.
I've always said that my cousin is cool, but I never realized how cool he acctually is until quite recently. He had picked up a stray for a few days; a former artschoolgirl who had kicked a serious drughabit by going to live with her alcoholic failed artist insane mother with four cats in a singe room appartment. Now she was no longer into serious drugs; but was completly alcoholic and deep into doctordrugs that could take the edge off of anything. And she was alowed by herself and Ben to indulge in ganja. To me ganja is the scientific and logic proof that god loves us. To the stray; ganja's just another way to take the edge of things, an undisputable proof that god loves strays.
The girl had some strange pride in her drug-ways and kept dissin' me as an amateur who did'nt know shit about shit since, in her world, the only way to reach rock bottom is heroin. I am not perfect and the ganja-prophet in me reacted with pride. We smoked til she could not longer move. I could not feel my body and all signs of the false ganja death they've dubbed the bad trip was there. I laughed and smoked the rest of our ganja while she could not, however she might try, partake; and then, to prove that she knew nothing of ganja I rolled her a sigarette while she kept trying to put the tobacco in the paper.
We where smoking our handrolled sigarettes and drinking fruitjuice when Ben walked into the room in nothing but a silk nigthrobe. He had the light from the hallway in his back, his hands in the large robe-pockets and he said goodnigth to us and wished us a nice evening. While I blessed him and prayed that he would have good dreams it struck me that he looked and played like some character from a Tarantino movie, or something, and in hindsight some version of words from the movie True Romance ring through my mind: You're so cool, you're so cool, you're my cool cousin Ben.
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Monday, September 07, 2009
A run-in with the law
I am under no illusions as to how easy it is to perceive me as, if not a gangster, a small time hood. My way of presenting my self with clotes, hairstyle and jewelery is a factor. I am not that big, but my 100kg's make me big enough to be a badass. Maybe there is something in my eyes. Who knows.
It might even be argued that I am a hood, or even gangster. I have been twice to jail. I enjoy the holy ganja both for recreational and medical purposes, and thus break the law – ever so slightly on a regular basis even if I am sober most of my days.
Goodbye dinner.
Beeing a friendly sort of guy; having very little fear due to my condition; having few prejustises due to my experiences; living by the code of honour some call Omerta – the oath of silence: I have gained one or two friends who at one time or another have been involved in some sort of criminal activity. And while I tend to respect the law, in many ways more than most, I never stop anyone from doing anything criminal unless it is dangerous or degrading.
Reading Camus' The Plague in the searing sun. The first bus to Oslo was full so we had to wait 2-3 hours for the next one.
Consorting with criminals and doing crime makes a hood, a gangster, maybe even a career criminal. Aparantly it doesnt matter that the only crime I ever commit these days is bying 5 grams of hashjish for the weekend, and that my involvement with criminal elements is a critical part of the process of obtaining the illegal substance.
In Norway Cocio cost more than 20 kroners, in Sweden less than 10. Which is like the magic economic border, cuz I always buy it in Sweden and never in Norway. Tastes good in the sun.
Some of these things a customs official can see. Others can be guessed at if you are good. Taking the bus from Malmö to Oslo I was half expecting to get stopped by customs since I usually am (stopped), and the only precaution I took was taking my Christiania-cap off. No point begging for it, you know. At the stop in Göterborg we noticed two junkies on our bus, and with that we felt somewhat assured we wouldnt get stopped. But ofcourse we were.
I made two mistakes (except not lying which easily could have been a third mistake, that most likly would have earned me an assfisting/rectal drugsearch). While one of them was checking the guy in front of us I was watching the procedure, he noticed and thus the first rule was broken. Always ignore them unless they are speaking directly to you. Talking to me I saw him looking at my jewelery before asking where Id been, and thus the second rule was broken. Never wear anything that sticks out – escpecially caps, gold or silver chains, hoodies et cetera. When he first started asking us where we'd been I knew it was game over. Malmö and Lodz are both suspicious towns in their minds. No great tourist attractions and a lot of drugs and crime. He took our IDs, and even though he told us he'd be back we just started packing.
On the norwegian customs-station on Svinesund. Maps of Norway and Sweden shaped like butterflies.
It amazes me that these guys can find my record every time, but cannot find the reports on the 10 other failed searches they've had on me. What seems to be a small army of them search us and our bags for 2 hours. Checking everything but our asses and her pussy, opening the sealings on teabags (effectivly spoling the tea) et cetera. The junkies arent checked. Neighter are the many people of asian and african decent who doesnt have to show as much as a passport. Good Job fellas!
As an ex-inmate I know that the only thing I will earn from protesting is an assfuck. So I smile, say nice and funny things. Like an old whore beeing raped one more time. The inconvenience of beeing 3½ hours late and loosing a evening with my mate Sh0 in Oslo, we don't meet so often, is one thing. The indignity and inherent stupidity of it, another.
I guess its just life in what I have dubbed 'Facist Utopia', but really, if this is their strategy on figthing drugs it is no wonder they fail.
We were sitting in different cells, but I could hear her singing. Beautiful accustics.
Why would I smuggle amfetamines from Poland or weed from Denmark on a bus, with my wife!? I realize some people are that stupid, but people that stupid are gonna get caugth anyway – and they never smuggle much. There are hundreds of illegal bordercrossings between Sweden and Norway, and anyone bigtime would use any one of these. And even if they did cross over Svinesund (like we did), the largest bordercrossing between the two countries, they most certainly would drive a car or a motorcycle. If you take the bus, not only is it uncomfortable, but you will get stopped 3/5 times. While your odds are amazing in a car as long as you dont match their profile (or already have been tagged).
Worst of all though is the fact that everytime they put me in that cell I go into inmate-mode which is really fucking unpleasant. I hide my pride somewhere they cannot touch it; but the prize of hiding your soul is always that nagging feeling of unreality that follows you in days and weeks to come. And I hate the way this undiginified shit makes my wife hurt. Fuck you guys, she is a civillian and she should be able to marry me without getting harassed on the border every time we cross it.