Sigh

Not only does 'kvister' sound like a dancing banana, it also sounds like it could be the Danish word for 'producing feces'.


jeg ønsker at kvister - I want to produce feces

Am I doing something wrong?

19

I don't have wings, but I'm trying to fly.

Heroes

 

"In the annals of primate ethics, there are some accounts that have the ring of parable. In a laboratory setting, macaques were fed if they were willing to pull a chain and electrically shock an unrelated macaque whose agony was in plain view through a one-way mirror. Otherwise, they starved. After learning the ropes, the monkeys frequently refused to pull the chain; in one experiment only 13% would do so - 87% preferred to go hungry. One macaque went without food for nearly two weeks rather than hurt its fellow. Macaques who had themselves been shocked in previous experiments were even less willing to pull the chain. The relative social status or gender of the macaques had little bearing on their reluctance to hurt others.

If asked to choose between the human experimenters offering the macaques this Faustian bargain and the macaques themselves - suffering from real hunger rather than causing pain to others - our own moral sympathies do not lie with the scientists. But their experiments permit us to glimpse in non-humans a saintly willingness to make sacrifices in order to save others - even those who are not close kin. By conventional human standards, these macaques - who have never gone to Sunday school, never heard of the Ten Commandments, never squirmed through a single junior high school civics lesson - seem exemplary in their moral grounding and their courageous resistance to evil. Among these macaques, at least in this case, heroism is the norm.

If the circumstances were reversed, and captive humans were offered the same deal by macaque scientists, would we do as well? (Especially when there is an authority figure urging us to administer the electric shocks, we humans are disturbingly willing to cause pain - and for a reward much more paltry than food is for a starving macaque [cf. Stanley Milgram, Obedience to Authority: An Experimental Overview].) In human history there are a precious few whose memory we revere because they knowingly sacrificed themselves for others. For each of them, there are multitudes who did nothing."

Satan

I prefer the original name of this video: Shiba Inu or Satan?
The best thing about this: the woman's absurd soul. The fact that she's bothered to teach the dog to growl at Satan is wonderfully ridiculous.

zzzz

Almost fell asleep already.
Woke up when Arthur Rimbaud fell on the floor.

Falling is great. I've always enjoyed downhills. Wait for me Arthur, soon I'll follow you into the dark.

I love children

Wow

Fun fact: this is not Morrissey.
This is Morrissey's nephew.
Which is rather creepy.
Another creepy thing: I found this on the nephew's personal Facebook page. How neat.

At the moment, I'm doing nothing and moving nowhere.

I'm gonna stop that now.

I realized that spending my last moment regretting things I did makes more sense than spending it regretting things I didn't do.

....

Today I took her body downtown
but her mind stayed home
and her heart was under the ground

funny sides of the modern times

Goodness and beauty

Never mind. I love my parents. They are beautiful souls.
Nobody's perfect. The most important thing is that you try.


I'm a bit dyslexic at English. Maybe I'm that when it comes to Finnish too. Maybe I just don't know. But whatever.


Always walk towards the light. Occasionally make little visits to the dark side, but always, always come back.

Good night, my friend.

Ok

Wow. It's all going dramatically downhill.

I guess I should just move out of here.

These people, this society, this phony woman with her despicable bureaucracy, everything just crushing me to death.

It's horrible, but a voice inside me grins.

He's saying:

Here. Here's your reason to run.

My dad is a jerk.

Of course I love him, he's an exceptionally good person on many levels. But on personal everyday levels he lacks things. So do I, but I'm 19.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We call it...

Burning Water

My current life is so boring that I have to make it romantically decadent in order to to feel like it has a meaning

hey

It's a warm summer's day.

Let's go to the cemetery.