Christmas Presents

So you returned after having crawled through yesterday’s entry? I’m impressed, I really am.

The most annoying thing about the death of my hard drive is probably that I have to rip all my CDs again. I don’t have a large collection, about 200 albums or something like that, but it’s still work that has to be done and it takes time. Lots of time. Since I have to manually load a new CD every time a rip is complete, I really can’t do anything else. But thanks heaven for CDex and freedb.org, without them I’d never survived. This is another good reason why I should buy myself a new MP3 player, one with a little more than 256 MB of storage. As MP3 backup. I still want a Create Zen Micro, but if I’m going to have all my music on the player, I might as well go for a larger iPod. Too bad it’s still a bit pricey. It would be like buying myself a Christmas present that’ll have to be my Christmas present to myself for the next five years.

Speaking of Christmas presents, I’ve not bought a single one this year. I’ve given some money to Médecins Sans Frontières instead of giving a present to my parents, they don’t really need anything anyway, and I’m giving money to my two sisters. I suck at finding good presents, Liv Marie will second that, and they probably have something they want to buy. Since one of them is pumping out a unit in a few months time, I guess she and her boyfriend won’t be having any problems spending the money.

Maybe I’m a cheap fuck, I don’t know. Some people will probably think that, why don’t I give away Christmas presents to all of my friends? First of all, I don’t want to contribute that much to the season’s shopping madness. I think our resident I-wanna-save-the-world-representative, Karine, has had some influence on that decision, although I don’t know if she’s done so intentionally. Also, I don’t want people to feel that they need to give me something in return if they get something from me. I don’t really need anything, so you don’t need to get me anything. And that how it works, if you get some, you’re supposed to give something back. But, hey, don’t get me wrong – if you give me something, I’m not going to throw it in your face. What I probably will do is panic, because I have to get you something and Christmas is approaching way too fast.

While I write this, I get an SMS from Teje, who wonders if I’m home so he can drop by with something he wants to give me for Christmas. I write about how I really don’t need Christmas presents, and I get a Christmas present. Oh, the irony of life.

I really don’t need a million dollars.

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Didn’t work.

Anyway, to sum up this mess: I think that getting presents is great, but If I don’t get any, I won’t be disappointed. You’re not a lesser friend to me. Show me that you appreciate my company, that’ll be more than enough. If you just have to give something away, send some money to Médecins Sans Frontières, Amnesty International or another similar organization.

Life and Death

Exercise. It’s fucking great. It helps cure anything. Feeling a little down? Is the whole world against you? Is your head spinning with thoughts? Are you tired and out worn out? Exercise! A quick thirty minutes jog does wonders. Wonders, I tell you!

A couple of days ago I woke up with a terrible headache and troubles seeing on my right eye. A very bad start on a brand new day. Fortunately, it passed pretty quick, but if not, I probably would’ve taken a cab down to the emergency ward to check it out. Maybe I had a lump in my brain that put pressure on the nerves connected to my right eye, thus causing a visual disorder? If so, a damn bad start on a brand new day. I don’t consider myself a hypochondriac, I don’t go to the doctor’s office unless I really have to – for instance, I once went around with a needle in my left foot for a month – but this time I seriously considered going to one.

This near-doctor-experience made me think about life and death for a moment. This entry is probably going downhill from here, so if you’re not in the mood for me rambling, I would’ve left at once. Consider yourself warned. That’s a phrase I’ve used a lot when writing on this site. “Consider yourself warned”. There probably is a good reason for that, I don’t know what exactly, but it probably is.

Anyway. Where were we? Oh, yeah, life and death. The only certain thing about life is just that – death. We’re all going to die at some point, and since I’m atheist (interesting article, I just started reading it) and all, I really don’t believe that there is anything waiting for us after this life. Therefore I’m trying to make the most of it, but it’s not always that easy. And I’m only 26 years old. Not a good age to die. If you go back a couple of million years, you were probably lucky if you got as far as 26, most of your friends were probably eaten by dinosaurs or trampled to death by mammoths by then, but in these modern times, getting to 26 is a no-brainer. If you can avoid yourself getting killed in a shoot out, car accident, from sexually transmitted diseases or a drug overdose and refrain from killing yourself – this could be a problem if you’re living in Japan, it seems – you’re pretty much home free. But if you made it to 26, congratulate yourself. Not everyone does. Or “do”. Or maybe it’s “does”. It doesn’t really matter, the main point is that you’re here right now.

So there I was, sitting in my bed, pretty confident that my head was about to explode, and I was thinking about what I’ve done so far in life and how I was feeling about it just then. I’ve not accomplished much. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got very good friends, a decent personal economy, a challenging job, I’m in pretty good health – with the obvious exception of my head at the time – but there are still a lot of things I’d like to do, and a lot of moments I’d like to share with other people. I guess The List is a pretty good place to start. I want to take a photograph I can proudly hang on the wall (#9). That’s a tad hard when you can’t see. Or when you’re dead. I would probably surprise everyone (#19) by dying in my bed, but it’s really not the kind of surprise I had in mind.

A common denominator for most of the stuff in The List is time. For instance, learning to play the guitar (#6) takes time. Seeing a full solar eclipse (#96) also takes time, they don’t exactly grow on trees. Some of the things in the The List are also dependent on others. For instance, I have to learn to play the guitar before I can release an album (#8), at least if I plan to release a good one. After the album is released, I can play live and stagedive (#18). Excellent plan. And of course, I want what all people do, I want to fall in love (#84), say “I love you” (#5) and sing Depeche Mode’s ‘Enjoy The Silence’ and really mean it (#98). If you know the words to that song, you know what I mean, if you don’t, look them up and sing them (at least the chorus, singing the rest of the song could be a bad thing) to the one you love. Or do like me, save them for the day you find someone to love. It’s a shame I wasn’t able to do any of those things with the ex-girlfriend, but, hey, shit happens. Once again, it’s all a question about time, and time is not something you have much of when there is a big lump in your brain.

It’s not a secret that I’ve been working a lot the last ten or so months. “Well, that’s not a problem”, you say, “you’re only 26, you’ve got a life time in front of you”. It’s not that easy, and if that’s still you attitude, I think you’ve missed the whole point of my ramblings. At any moment, you might just die. Think about it for a second. Maybe you want to do some changes in your life.

So, the question probably is “if I were to drop dead there in my bed at the age of 26, would I’ve died a happy man?”

To be honest, the answer is probably “no”. Something has to be done. I’m just no sure exactly what, but I guess it involves some changes. Figuring out exactly what kind of changes will probably take some – you guessed it – time. I’ll keep you posted.

And will I ever shut up? Nah. I doubt it. Unless I really do have a lump in my head.

Klas #6

The man has turned on the magic.

Rising Seas

No, I did not get laid yesterday. I actually got this question today from someone who’d seen the recent events in the Mobog. I guess it’s a natural question to ask, at least if you look at the last picture that was uploaded. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the one who took the pictures, I just put them online for your entertainment. I wasn’t even in the same city. That’s the wonder of modern technology for you! Did the guy who took the pictures get lucky? I really don’t know, but I’d say it’s a fair chance he did.

Personally, I ended up drinking beer with Espen, his girlfriend Marit and a friend of Marit’s whose name I can’t remember. I’m just terrible with names. The plan was to have one beer and then go home, but suddenly we’d had five or six or maybe even seven. Great evening, and, once again, we miraculously managed to keep the discussions off work-related topics. Mostly.

Some people try to change the world. Karine, who I live with, is one of these people. She’s a member of Changemaker, and today they tried to turn the public’s attention towards climate refugees and why this is problem that will just grow in the future. A hard challenge during the Christmas shopping season. I joined them and took a few pictures, unfortunately I’ve not had the chance to look at any of them yet, but I think I was able to get a couple of good ones.

Klas #5

To be continued?