Thursday, December 10, 2009


I've been on a anti-depressant called tolvon for two months. In many ways a terrible experience. It took away that most painfull part of depression, that almost but not quite physical pain. And I didn't cry as easily. But other than that tolvon gave me all the "negative" effects of valium (I'm writing 'negative' in "brackets" since sometimes thats just the effect you where looking for)... but none of the good. Infact I have lived in a state of constant and unproductive angst that makes me worry for the millions of people that get "help" from these little monsters.

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.


Russian page have nice collection of photos under the heading "Love". Uplifting in all its simplicity and naïvitée. The choises made of what to use (and what not to use) reveal a distance, possibly only in my head, between the westerner and the easterner.

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 were mainly recorded the winter of 08-09 on a half-ancient iRiver mp3 player. "Music for when you miss your fucked up friends." De Ubrukelige are Emithriel, Mats Hanssen and Daniel Bragvin.

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
Folkesang fra Salten

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

After Budapest I went back to Bodø, but only spent a few days or weeks here before moving to a small swedish town by the name of Riddarhyttan ('Knightscabin'). Once upon a time they had survived by farming and mining, but now there where almost nothing left of either. Of the 500 people living there 250 were members of The Swedish Amateur Theatre Union (or whatnot).

I was living with this girl I'd met on the streets of Budapest; she was traveling with a small troupe visiting eastern european theatre festivals - living on what they could make performing swedish folksongs on the streets. She was real cool and pretty and perfect and before she dumped me she introduced me to a book that to this day has made the deepest impression on me as a writer: Den Högsta Kasten 'The Highest Cast'.

It is not so much the quality of the work (a book about swedish elite partyboys and partygirls) as the leading motif behind author Carina Rydbergs unmercifull portrayal of her peers: as long as she is as unmerciful to herself as to those she writes about she is ethicaly in the clear.

I cannot be honest about myself, and I wouldn't even want to expose my friends - neither to their own ignorant selves nor the world. But I try to be honest, but to often the darkness I carry would only hurt those that love me and I stay my words. To often the truth of other peoples lives carry the same wicked sting; and I stay my words.

This is the reality we all live in. Lies lie all 'round us, enveloping our lives, histories, futures and the very core of our societies. I fucking hate depression.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


It doesn't feel like we are that many people in my town that are actually born&raised here; those who have parents or even grandparents hailing from the city are a select few.

I had to work really hard to be this pretty. If it doesn't feel like work; it probably won't work.

Dude, I'm just second generation scum. Don't mind me; I'm sure my children will be fully asimilated.

When the nachspiel ended noonish the guys where nice enough to drive me home.

Friday, September 25, 2009

The Holy Ganja

This article in Scientific Americans state that "[s]cientists from Ohio State University report that marijuana, contrary to the conventional wisdom, may help ward off Alzheimer's and keep recall sharp."

Now, how cool is that?

I haven't checked the site yet, but it seems very new age; this article claims they have found a variety of healing frequenzies facilitating change and undoing situations, liberating guilt and fear, "Transformation and Miracles (DNA repair)", connecting and relationships, awakening your intuition and returning to spiritual order.

You can play the tracks from the site, and I imagine your life will be the better for it; if nothing else then atleast because of the psycological proseces and placebo effects involved in choosing and clicking that play button.

Like the arabs say: Inzh Allah! - If God wills it.


When I first got Spotify I was comletely in love with the system; but I have slowly fallen out of love to the point where I have almost stopped using the program. Economicly they are living on the edge, and the smaller record labels and 'normal' musical stars make very little money. Rumors speak of payments less than a dollar a month for their whole catalouges, which makes it impossible for the small-guys to make money on this; thus only making it a good deal for touring bands (making their money on spectators and merchandise).

Now, interestigly, they have hired one of the piratebay judges as a 'product developer' or somesuch: waving the banner of the fossile music industry. If you deal with the devil et cetera...

Spotify's basic package is free if you get an invite (or live in Sweden); and you get to choose from an amazing library of music lacking only a few of the great ones like Bob Dylan or Pink Floyd.

Spotify is sadly using an extreemly stoopid technique to push folks into the payment program where you pay 1€/24 hours (good for dinnerparties and such) or 10€/30 days for an ad free-musical experience. By playing annoying Spotify infomercials they aparently hope to be annoying enough that I will pay 10€ a month for the full product; not realizing I simply plug my external hard-drive back in and listen to my extensive collection of CDs I used hundreds of hours ripping.

Why is this stupid? Because now only stupid people will buy commercial spots on Spotify; who wants their product connected to annoying? Once they, or their competitors, realize they infact are a radiostation 2.0; where the listeners make the playlists: they will surley make more money on the unpaying customers than the paying ones.

How do you know your product is good enough? When paying customers demand the possibility to listen to the free-version if they feel like it; 'Spotify Radio' has reached its minimum benchmark.

Rising star?

Kristen Opstad is a 31 years old Norwegian artist currently working in Paris with fellow artist Roald Sivertsen, supported by the Ingrid Lindbäck Landgaard-foundation. She was featured in Dagbladet as the monthly winner on their(?) poetry-site "diktkammeret" - 'the poetry chamber'. Aparently she won the prize simply by fooling around with form and words, learning the rudiments of the craft as she went along. Impressive.

Lo! & Behold; pretty as only the rising star can be.

She has also played/experimented with using several different online-identities like Pia Maria, Heidi P, Madame K, Kirsten, ko, esther, Dorthea, Miriam F, Mette G, camilla, magda and Pål.While I never personally would be any other than the person I happen to be - I am sure she would either love or hate my man Thom-Thom Billkowfskij's work.

She shows great promise, but she still lack that umph, that something that'd make you wanna put her stuff over your fireplace. Im sure you see what I mean? Nice like, but it's not gonna change my perspective.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Peace one day

Shomakers Adidas and Puma make peace after 60 years of animousity. The Gebrüder Dassler Schuhfabrik - Brothers Dassler Shoefactory - was started in Herzongenaurach, Bayern in 1924. They had great success making sports-shoes, but during the war the brothers drifted apart and in 1947 they divided the company and big-brother Rudolf created Puma while younger brother Adi created Adidas. What the quarrel was about I havent been able to find out, but for sure it must have been a mix of love/sex, religion, politics and money. What else could tear apart brothers?

The clean slate will be celebrated by a footballmatch. The whole thing was organized by Peace one day, a organization promoting peace/ceasefire 21 of september (today) every year.

A picturesearch yielded quite a lot of pictures of NIKE's. I guess someone is doing their job. But Puma and Adidas will always be the second generation original sneakers no matter what advertising muscles NIKE is showing.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Post#100/ Meanwhile Elsewhere...

In the comics of my childhood the Meanwhile elsewhere...-caption signaled the action was removed somewhere completely different, somewhere either very dramatic or tranquil depending on wheter the main storyline needs a cooldown or some POW!!!

While “Meanwhile” is pretty selfexplanatory it was seldom explained exactly where “Elsewhere” could be found. As years passed this “place” this “Meanwhile Elsewhere” took on almost metaphysical properties. Becoming not simply a somewhat outstreched point in time and space in a imaginary world but a place in it self. Like Heaven, Hell, Nirvana and Middle Earth and the Marvel Universe.

I often get that meanwhile elsewhere...-feeling when I observe the private moments of other peoples lives, be it RL or simply L ;) A blog is a ever changing piece [of words, pictures, sounds and movies] until the day blog is finally left by its author(s), and only then can you make some kind of jugdement of what it is. Was it a record of our past, a fanzine, a piece of art et cetera or simply a glimmer of something to disapear with the url:// even before it could be archived somewhere. .

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

While I read all comments, I only publish the ones that would be atleast remotly interesting to other readers. Im moody and might not always give a “proper” reply to comments, even though I try, if nothing else so to encourage comments from trolls and friends everywhere. A good blog always has a comments-field with a life of its own, and do I hope to get one (maybe for christmas?).

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"

[Long post/many pictures warning. I suggest studying NRKs illustration of the election results before reading the full essay. Somebody please comment when the link is dead.]

Monday night was election-night, and the green-red coalition that has been in power for the last four years was re-elected with a majority of three seats. The Norwegian parliament, unlike the English and US (defacto) two-party systems, consists of several parties. Traditionally Norwegian politics have been divided in left (socialist/red), middle and right (conservative/blue) blocks; but as this years election-results quite clearly shows, we are subtly moving towards a two block system that mimics the US-English system.

In the following I will move more or less from the left to the right of Norwegian politics concluding in the end that we should all be friends. Its all quite insightfull and funny, I promise.

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.

This picture is old. None of the players is at fault. But why does it seem to keep happening? Did you know that the fotographer just kept on walking and that no-one know what happened to the child?

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.

Furthermore her failure to do the one thing she should have been able to do: Making the etichal committee of the Norwegian oil fund the most powerful player in the market of investments that both make money and the world a better place. We could have been a shining example for all other civilized nations. Kristin Halvorsen could have done this, she could at least have fought for this. But she didn't. [Update: SV powerplayer argue they should do everything in their power to keep the post.]

I was impressed and moved to tears by her adress to her party once the results were more or less clear; she has grown as a leader, but to take her party into the coming decades she need to grow as a human beeing as well. We love you Kristin! But do get a fucking grip.

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.

Next four years I want to see visionary politics from you guys - and thanks for saving Lofoten :)))))))

Old Tamil lady. Her family was raped and killed in exterminationcamps. Now she feels all alone in the world as all the love she suffered for through a long life of toil and disapointment is gone. Her family and relatives forgotten by the world, she is the last of her line.

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).

They still represent skilled labour, but they have sadly forgotten the many unskilled labourers stuck in temp-hell. The allianse between heavy industy, skilled workers and the intranslatable «øvriheita» («the aboves» but also with a hint of the «others») is a powerfull one, and the party has been the defacto strongest party in the nation since atleast WWII. Øvriheitas oldest roots are the Danish colonial administration with taxation, the clergy, the police, the army, customs, state and communal administration and in time the party has grown to represent, to the best of their ability, the whole welfare state.

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.)

It seems we live in a fascist utopia, and the social democrats protestantic gut instinct of controlling and regulating whatever is controllable and regulatable makes our beloved soil and sea almost unlivable for those who value freedom. The coldness of the administration is akin to that of nazi germany, only tempered with rules that mimic some sort of humanistic ethic.

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.

Seriously guys; we are all adults here. The socialists mean well; help them make the world a better place and they will be as happy as fuckbunnies, and we will all love you the more for it.

I cry for my african brothers and sisters. Come'on guys! You gotta be able to do something!

To win in four years DNA should continue doing all the things they know must be done and help their coalition partners achieve their goals in true DNA-style. A lot of the people who voted for DNA have strong sympathies towards the socialist and even Red side of things. Thus the DNAmandate must be admitted to have a certain leftie flavour.

Another reason to throw the socialist and even the farmersparty some nice phat bones is that as long as you carry the proud name of our nation you must abide by our custom. Loyalty should be rewarded; more so when the loyal one has paid a high price for her loyalty. He who doth not is a niding and this is what the social democratic system is built on. And anyways; the socialists were once part of the social democratic labourparty; and it is with parties as with families – they never truly part&blood is thicker than water.

Brødrene Løvehjerte - Brothers Lionheart. If you don't know it I suggest you read the book as soon as oportunity presents itself.

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...).

Their position is unchanged mandatewise, but they lost 1,2% of their votes from the 07 and they are still 1300 votes or so smaller than the socialists. It may seem they have done as well as they possibly could in a coalition that I'm sure must have been very uneasy at times – especially being in bed with the dreaded socialists. The whole liberal etich of their partners concerning stemcell-research, abortions, gay marriage et cetera must have been bitter to swallow indeed; a but as long as they get their roads and farm subsidies and whatnot, they let cityfolks do what cityfolks do and swallow like any farmgirl bred for breeding.

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?

It seems many other people made the same choice (/did the same choice depending on your preferential metaphysical point of view) because Venstre were the great surprise of the election loosing 8 out of 10 mandates falling below the 5% bonuspoint the creators of fascist utopia installed in our system to keep communists, anarchists, racists, internationalists, islamists, pirates or any other extremist undemocratic marginal loco group opposed to the status quo out of any kind of position of power. [update: The old cadre carefully make their play the day before the partys national convention. They are scared now - but will the younger ones smell their fear?]

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 non-cooperative attitude towards the current social democratic-regime seems more of a gut reflex than any sensibly applied logic/strategical thinking/ethics/political philosophy. The current Venstre is as usefull to the right as Rødt is to the left; but they are most certainly the missing piece in a most glorious and honorable thousandyear red-green coalition/reich.

He looks a bit like a young Jens, don't he?

I had thought the Socialliberal party's guarantee not to go into government with the Facistparty would have earned them votes, but I completely underestimated the Rights fear of the Left. Venstres party leader has, and I might add, finally, resigned after their disastrous election and I think its time they realigned their allegiances from the Right and to the Left whence they once came and proud name they even today carry. [update: membership is way up in the days after the crushing defeat.]

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.

There will be a lot of votes to a party protecting our right to share information and media, a party that once we loose the battle (as we inevitably must) and the dust settles will continue fighting for copyrights to last as few years as possible. A party with the reputation of protecting the nomads of the internet both from abusive lawsuits and from loosing their right to privacy and freedom of information: is a party that will represent a steady increasingly mass of voters.

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.]

Hearsay has it Venstre and Senterpartiet are spoken of as two senile parties, and in a way that is very true. One party represents urbanity, the other the rural - but both parties fail to represent the soul of their party, their brand, if you'll excuse this onetime use of dirtywords. But as they think of themselves as representing two oposites; any antrophologist worth quoting at this point would tell you they are really the same thing, and that their interest coinside. But they do however represent two different sets of morals, and thus they are forever lost to eachother like lovers torn apart by cruel fate.

The bitch represents Venstre, the hunk Senterpartiet in this piece by an anonymous artist.

Senterpartiets and Venstres meetingpoints in day-to-day politics are so many the parties become indistinguishable and both parties share a burning devotion to the environment just like like SV, the socialist party. That alone should be enough for all parties to cooperate, so I'll leave the details to the dearly bethrothed.

While big brother DNA might be a little bit more concerned about big-business and the bureaucracy they are, to the best of my knowledge, all for small businesses or atleast not in anyway against the little man. And as for all the hard facts of big government there is nothing Venstre can do to change that within or without position and everybody knows that Jens' the man: It will be as he decides it; but he will listen attentivly to your concerns and do his best to give you peace of heart just as that father of the nation he wants to be would have done.

The biggest problem with joining ranks with Venstre for DNA is that they probably would actually loose voters and seats by letting Venstre into the warmth. Venstre leeching voters from them might even be a nightmare for some DNA-analyst. But DNA might allow it realizing that 86/83 isn't nearly as much fun as a sweet 100/69 making a sexual joke out of the oposition in 2013.

They will (try to) play the two minors Venstre and SV up against eachother in the classic style of Julius Cæsar's 'Divide&Conquer'. As any economist, political scientist, sociologist or urologist could tell you; only relative size matters. If Venstre as a show of faith elect some hot radical highly intelligent babe with a degree in economics, law, political science from the youth organization as a figurehead leader: Jens alphamale thing wont be treathened and DNA can welcome ya'll aboard.

As all married men I, ofcourse, instinctivly think that he is experiencing the most terrifying joyous and divine ritual he will ever experience except that one with the babies. But perhaps it is not a cruel but very funny joke from his friends, but a legitimate cry for help? Is it a shotgun wedding? Did he finally fuck the wrong girl? What oh what must he be feeling if this is the situation and he dearly loves the one who promised to wait for him?

The liberal thinking of Venstres thinkthanks haven't perhaps always been too thorough; but the party's youth organisation have the moral courage to say yes to controversial but necessary evils like publicly controlled brothels and legalization of both soft and hard drugs. – Cuz neighter will ever disappear and any moron who finished highschool should know that by now.

The question is how do we deal with it. In my humblest of opinions it is our duty as a society and nation to take care also of those of our sons and daughters that choose, or by the force of the complete randomness of it all; fall into paths of suffering and degradation.

You do realize she could have been your mother, sister, daugther?

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).

Many states (like for instance Iceland and California) actually need the extra income to pay for the booming population of seniors, our ever increasing ability to treat the previously untreatable and our environmental excesses.

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.

If Venstre now, with 2 mandates in parliament, as the first 'serious' party in Norway, take a stand against prohibition and for the legalization of all drugs; the party will only be promoting the inevitable legislation their very own youthorganisation wants to see. And Venstre would win the hearts of stoners everywhere. (If you are in the top echelons of Venstre, ask one of your political advisors, or perhaps one of your less reputable childhood friends: How many stoners there be?)

Picture for illustrative purpose only, none of the participants in this staged photo had enjoyed illegal substances at the time. I am the freak to the right. That night we danced like youth was leaving us and we were becoming men without really wanting it yet.

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?]

They lost one mandate this year, and seem to have had a very badly handled campaign. FrP, the fascistparty, have been courting the bornagains for a few years now, and it might seem that the loss of the charismatic movement slowly is starting to take its toll on the more traditionally oriented core of KrF.

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.]

They have a certain image of being the protectors of business and bourgeoisie values; but they also were the party who actually implemented the first full scale version of todays welfare system. Being conservative in Norway for most people means to be also the protectors of a social democratic system.

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.

Høyre is a very interesting party as it might well be softening influence on coalitionpartner Fremskrittspartiet if there is a bourgeouis majority after the next election. Like Arbeiderpartiet they know how to handle power, and they are our only shield against disaster in a Rightwing 2013 landslide.

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.

FrP is a Ayn Rand inspired populist party, and there are many of us that are afraid they will turn this country into the united states before we'll have time to blink. They are a party of discontents and used car dealers that prey on fear and pain; a party who offer easy and usually counterproductive solutions to some of the most vital problems in our society.

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

Is it not hard to run and scream at the same time? Ask one of the blonde prettygirls ravaged by ex child soliders in the dark allys of Norwegian capitol city Oslo.

Opening up to Europa and especially eastern Europa is taking its toll on this country. I know because I have lived in eastern Europa for more than a year, I read Norwegian news and I have a lot of friends from eastern Europa that lives or have lived in Norway.

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.

(FrP btw belive Al Gore is taking his mouth full just like that time with "creating the internett", and then later the thing with the timemachine, with this whole powerpoint mediaspin he was doing for a while.)

This is the symbol of the Comedian in 1986 masterpiece Watchmen. If I offended anyone by thinking this is all kind of funny I apologize for hurting their feelings, and promise to keep striving for change and compromise. New readers should be advised that I have a condition and really cant help it.

No-one really wants to say it out loud cuz noone wants to be the guy yelling The End is Nigh! But I will repeat that: The world is about to explode. In conflict, disaster, death in unprecedented levels, and Europa needs to protect her own now.

I had thought (much like, Im sure, the young happy boy Adolf Hitler who never envisioned himself in a bunker smelling of stale sweat and the diesel stench from the generators screaming "Kill them all!!! Damn them all to hell!!! Howl. Howl. Howl." with spit and madness exploding like a fountain from lips shaking with Parkinsons disease and heavy alcohol and amphetamine abuse)... I had thought I would never utter such a horror: but no matter our good intentions we can not afford refugees of war, opression and poverty when they prove to be a burden on our society in a span of generations rather than years or decades.

Asylants should all be artists, writers, academics, politicians and journalists – all those who in a non-violent fashion have opposed the oppression in their home countries. There should be no doubt to their identity because if their «crime» is not documented it could not have been the crime of an artist, writer, politician or journalist according to an UDI spokesperson. Get it?

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.

Like the great philosopher Rodney King said: Why can't we all just be friends?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Post #97/Bill Hicks, American Hero

The first person to introduce me to the greatnes that is Bill Hicks was my good friend George (who hasnt talked to me for four years - don't hesistate to give me a call if you wanna hang out with a couple of beers and a bong sometime). Mr Hicks was a prophet and politician posing as a stand-up comedian; a master of his craft and a visionary pointing not only to our possible future as a race but to what comedy can, and should, be.

This clip is from the end of his last tour. He knew he was dying (from cancer and thus probably not a evil military/industrial/entertainment-complex assasination); but mr Hicks kept on touring towards the end; and almost all of it is out on youtube for you to see at your leisure. I guess the future really is now.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Post #96/My cool cousin Ben

As I am aproaching the fabled 100th post I remember my first attemt at writing in a blogform in such a naked persona as Mats Hanssen. Hidded somewhere in the dark mazes of under the Montaigne-inspired name "Reflections" lies the following post:

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.


Im sure this simple dish has some name in english, but the best translation of the norwegian name for it (ostis) most certainly is 'cheezies'.

It is the most basic of snacks. For the basic edition start with spreading liberal amounts of butter.

Spice the butter with a neutral chili like cayenne or piri-piri. As much as you can have without actually beeing able to taste its precense when you eat your delishious cheezie. Remember that all peppers vary in strengt, both individualy and after the manner of their storage.

A double layer of cheeze usualy does it.

And then some grill-spicemix. This stuff usually has a lot of salt in it; it doesnt say on the 'Knorr meat and grill spice' how much there is but it tastes like about 30% salt: which means I use 3 times the amount of spicemix than the highest possible amount of salt I could have on the cheezie without destroying it.

Perfect food for any unplanned occation like an afterparty or a movieevening with old friends.

Suggested bewerages: milk or beer.


The comicbook-series "Preacher" by Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon ran from 1995 to 2000. The series were published by DC underhouse Vertigo, and is creator owned. I had heard rumors of this beeing 'the shit', but reading the last 3 books of the collected series in 2004 I was completly blown away by the boldness and scope of the epic.

The cover of issue #56 features the enire cast of the series.

I recently read the whole 66 montly issues + the extras; and while I still think its ranks among the very finest of comics, Preacher is not perfect. With that said; I will not be surprised to find this in the future cannons of literature.

A masterpiece: recomended to anyone and everyone. Ask your local library or piratebay for help if you dont have the money to spare for 9 books. If you want to know more wikipedias article doesnt reveal too much.

For a while the preacher serves as sheriff in a small texan town. Sad to say this part of the series is not much more than an entertaining filler.


After starting this blog in Lodz, Poland on an extended visit to a good friend. I have slowly posted my way home via Malmö, Sweden and Copenhagen, Denmark. Now, more than a month after the fact, I have finaly officialy arrived in my own livingroom in Bodø, Norway.

It was a nice vacation. I wonder when and where I will leave next?

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.

4th Wedding anniversary

With the beginning of august came our fourth wedding anniversary. I guess I havent been the best at arranging something fantastic for these occations, but we always do a little something for the day.

It was one of the last days in Malmö and we went to a indian resturant/pub in the neighbourhood.

Evening sun and a cold beer.

And the standard swedish entreé; some sort of coleslaw.

And the Golden Chicken Special pizza. Curry and chicken always goes well together, but the garlic yougurtsause sucked.

Our weddingday.

Back in Malmö

We returned from Copenhagen to my father in Malmö night till sunday and stayed for more than a week more. A strange sort of vacation mayhaps, but methinkst good.

I like this picture 'cause it sort of accentuates how we are alike and unlike as father and son. Notice the eyecolour.

Im sort of childish and sometimes I really cant help myself.

Thinking. My wife can be silent for hours. Sometimes her words are so thoughtful the world seem to fade and I see this other reality, this beautiful reality, and I think she walks that reality, and the love these glimpses allows me feel makes me want to save the universe.

"To the Empire!" Eye-contact have always been important to my father. In my youth the only hairstyle he would not allow was hair hanging over the eyes; which ofcourse was my hairstyle of choise.