The World

When watching the american presidential debates, I can’t help but feel so sad that the power of Clinton’s campaign and Obama’s campaign aren’t combined. Two democrats with a lot of good on their mind.

For the life of me I cannot comprehend why the americans can even begin to think about voting for the recent republican candidates. To me and A LOT of other Europeans it doesn’t make any sense to give the power to people who have done such an utter shitty job the last 8 years. To me, that’s crazy.

BUT then…I didn’t vote for my own current government, and I feel ashamed when foreigners bring up the subject of our current Danish goverment. I guess there are many many americans who DIDN’T vote for Bush and won’t vote for McCain.

Nice

WOW.

3 hours of being lightly touched by the hands of a very beautiful young lady. Nice. I came close to falling asleep twice, it was THAT nice. It was somewhat awkward to lie in a room with 6 other “models” (their term) with nothing but my boxers on. 3 of the models were girls, who had veeeeery little on. I was afraid I should show my obvious approval when lying on my back, but no disasters in that department. Actually there was nothing sexual about it. It was just REALLLLLY REALLLLLY nice. Afterwards I went out for coffee with 5 of my good friends, and I felt like I hovered 3 inches from the ground. I was that relaxed. I’ll be sure to sign up to that if the possibility should ever occur again.

On the market

Last night I attended a college party and had the busiest night in my life.

Never ever before have I had 3 girls going after me at the same party. I actually sort of made out with all of them (Not at the same time!). I’m 30 years old and they are eight to ten years younger than me. Seriously, am I a bad human being? Or should I just (which has been the case for the past 24 hours) be boosted with confidence and take it all in , as a great, GREAT, GREAT experience?! I mean Zach Braff couldn’t write a better pick-up-party for the hero in a show. And I certainly am the hero in my own life. I even narrate it.

Not only that….a fourth girl told me that she pretty much thought that I was a wonderful person who deserves nothing but the best of what life has to offer.

And then I did something that may or may not have effect on this blog. I told 2 girls about it. This blog I mean, not my conquests of the night! Good heavens, no. I told them that I have started blogging on this tell-it-all kinda thing, and that it was out there for anyone to find. It will be very interesting to see if they manage to find it. One of them is a blogger herself, and she seemed genuinly interested in tracking it down.

Tomorrow I have signed up to have acupuncture students mark crosses on my body with a magic marker. They do this as a part of their final exam to show where they would acutally put the needles, and it’s easy money for me. I just have to lie on a bed and read comics while they deside where to place their imaginary needles on my body. I could think of worse things to do for money.

Passwords

I have about 15 online profiles with login features. This means 15 passwords. Yes, I tend to use the same few ones a lot, even though it’s stupid, and yesterday my own personal website got hacked, and I lost a bit of stuff – not much, though. So today I went through all my different online login procedures and changed all the passwords. I am sure this will be an absolute nightmare for a couple of weeks or so. But I also think I’ll have to do it on a regular basis – change them every now and then. Tonight I’m heading out to see my friends from Lilyphone perform. Check them out.

- That danish dude

How old can a crush be?!

Man.

A girl I had a serious crush on in elementary school just signed on to facebook and added me as a friend. I haven’t seen her in…10 years, easily. Maybe more. She was 2 classes above me, but for what seems like SOME YEARS I had a serious and very secret crush on her. Even when she graduated and went on to highschool, I often thought about her. I am positive that she has NO idea, because I have no recollection of ever telling anyone about it. Not one person. Strange when you think about it because I always shared this kind of stuff with a few trusted friends. We always knew who the others were in to. But not this one. Of course she still looks amazing, and even signed on as “single”. Maybe I should just drum up the courage to ask her out. I am basically a wimp when it comes to this kind of stuff. With any and every girl I ever went out with it has been a nightmare and a near incompleteable task to ask. Why does this have to be so freaking hard to do?!

On behaviour

Wow.

Today we evaluated the first few months on a course with one of our teachers. (University, that is…) He hasn’t been too enthusiastic in our classes, and we’ve kinda given him hell for it. Not in that old fasion elementary school-way -regretfully! No, in a really mature adult-like way, basically just telling him that it sucks to be a student that has to wait for the teacher to keep up. He’s been late most of the times. He’s been really REALLY awful at providing reading material for our course, and he’s given us some pretty poor material. Often he asks himself out loud “now WHY did I include this?…honestly guys, I can’t even remember”… AND he has the lamest excuses EVER, when we bust him. “Well, the subway was kinda late”, “I broke my glasses 3 weeks ago, and haven’t had the time to buy new ones yet, and these old ones are really bad…uhm” (even HE didn’t know where he was going with that one). Worst of all, he gets a little bitchy when faced with the fact that he doesn’t do enough as a teacher at this (the highest educational) level…

What can you do except shake your head and hope that you through some mysterious luck learn enough anyway…

Predicament

What do you do when you realize that one of your best friends is an asshole?

I have seriously given this a lot of thought.

One of my very old (as in, through a long period of time) friends has developed a tendency over the past 5-6 years which, I am sad to notice, is increasing in frequency.

I am also friends with his 3 brothers, and have semi-talked with them about it.

We all agree that he has changed over time, but we can’t seem to talk to him about it.

He turns Hulk’y when anyone mentions this.

There is a clear pattern of him being an asshole anytime money is involved. They just seem to bring out the worst in him.

At this point I am not sure what we’ll do, but we have to do something. Maybe bring in their parents to back us up. They are both very sympathetic people with both feet plantet firmly on the ground.

The real issue here, I guess, is that most of the time he’s this really lovely guy, who in many cases have been my best friend through life. Now, this thing about his total lack of empathy and generally asshole-like behaviour when dealing with money (and actually when dealing with debate-like situations in general also) I just don’t know what to do.

A fresh start

The is kinda exciting. My very first blogpost in english.

I’ve been blogging in danish for about 3 years, and have had many good experinces with that. I actually still do both corporate and personal blogging in danish. I just needed a few new angles on my blogging.

First off, unlike one of my favorite bloggers ever, Heather B. Armstrong, I do not have the guts to blog about my personal family, with them knowing about it. I need this space in english to express myself more freely.

Secondly I also like the challenge in trying to express myself in english rather than my native tongue. I found myself thinking that I am doing well in english. This blog will either prove me right or wrong. In any case, if YOU are fluid in written english, please do not hesitate to correct my spelling, grammar and so on, here.

In fact, I welcome it!

I guess I should try to explain that thing about my family. It’ll be a nice blog-opener.

A year and a half ago I wrote this lengthy piece on my decision to quit my job and go to college, age 28. I was thrilled and buzzing with optimism. When blogging about this, I touched the subject of my mom’s former job. A job that had drained her of will to work (something I had become increasingly worried about with respect to my own job situation), and a job that had given her serious issues about her confidence and her mental health. I wrote about how awful I thought it was that the group of women she worked with didn’t manage to stick together against a tyrannic boss, who basically saturated their days with fear, bitterness, thus creating a working place not fitted for people with feelings.

When I wrote that, my parents had just started reading my blog and my mom was furious and very hurt that I had included her in my online-writings. She had a mental image of my blog as a thing that probably all internet users were reading on a daily basis. Unfortunately not the case. I never managed to explain to her why I thought that it was important to be able to discuss such topics, and that there might be others out there with similar issues, who might get encouraged to read that once my mom “got out”, she improved her quality of life by several thousand percent! To this day, my parents keep reading my blog in danish, and my mom is always checking if there is anything “on” her. In my opinion, she doesn’t “get” what I am doing. She’s very afraid that someone will read my blog and think less of her. This couldn’t be further from the truth, but her mind is made up. Blogging about issues, fights, debates, discussions and feelings is bad. End of story. So instead of upsetting her on a weekly basis, I’ll make this language transition, and give it a go in english.

Any comments on my blogging are more than welcome.

Cheers!

That danish dude