Save The Planet

[August]

Joke or no joke, I think I might have to confess that my sense of humour can strike some people as a bit outlandish. - Now, I was born and raised as a North Norwegian. It is often said that North Norwegians often do not make use of their brains but talk straight out of their liver. We're a shameless bunch of loud-mouthed sods and brawds, that is. Swearing all the time, and talking a lot about penises and vaginas. I'm talking about seriously rude people here. Fishermen, farmers, factory workers, and village fear-mongers of all ages. Lots of violent brutes, too. Not very civilized. Not very cultured. -

I went fleeing from North Norway as a 19-year-old boy in 1990, and then, as a student of social anthropology and later again as a social anthropologist looking for work, I started to move back and forth between Trondheim and Nigeria (another reason why my sense of humour is a bit foreign). A complete failure in the fine art of securing a job position, I moved to Oslo, where (among other things) I tried to become a professional writer; an author of prose, plays, poetry, and philosophical essays on the general state of things, as seen from the perspective of a right hobo. - Good plan. Bad timing.

And then things started to happen in my life. My personal and social life, that is. Things that should not have happened, but happened, and happened, and happened again. There are so many things I just can't understand. Spirituality. Kundalini. Women. Kabbalah. Medical doctors, nurses, ordinary pub-crawlers talking a whole lot of nonsense, and so on. It's been freaking me out for years now. -

Today, I am a full-time patient of a mental hospital in Bodø. Hm. I guess I really ought to be laughing out loud much more often than what has been the case as of late? - - Most of the time I am feeling tired. - But there really is no reason to worry about me. I'm safe. Norway has got me where "they" want me now: I am fully clientified, I am institutionalized, I am alive and well fed, no problem. Now, let's save the world, shall we not?

[ThankyouMoneypenny]

Bodø, eh? Lovely place; used to go there a lot.

If I were you, I'd stick to trying to understand spirituality and Kabbalah. Women are way too complicated...

"Giggety, Giggety."

[August]

Another example of my *sick* sense of humour coming up:

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"Bodø" can be translated to "an island on which storage houses are built." But on the other hand, if you divide "Bodø" into two short Norwegian words; ie. "bo" and "dø" - hehh! hehh! -- -

The Norwegian word "bo" translates to "take residence", and the word "dø" translates, quite simply, to "die" - -- Consequently, or in a sick sense (a sixth sense, perhaps?), Bodø might be the perfect place for people with serious spirituality issues to go and to simply die, eh? I don't know, but I wonder. Would that be Kabbalah?

[August]

Originally Posted by ThankyouMoneypenny

Women are way too complicated...

"Giggety, Giggety."

- Yeah.

Now, when it comes to women, I do not believe that any understanding of principles concerning Kabbalah will do me any good. I know, as a matter of circumstance, that it's got everything to do with the human spirit. We are animals, of course. Primates. We've got certain instincts, you see. Human beings can *sense* things, exactly like cats, dogs, elephants, sparrows, pigeons, snakes, eels, and herrings do. It's a very vital part of the general make-up of life as it is taking place on this planet, and as it takes place in natural as well as social environments. Spirituality. Instincts. A lot of things pertaining to the soul, that one ought not take all that lightly.

Now, here's the deal: I have, deep inside of me, some expert knowledge that is extremely un-womanly, to say the least. This special knowledge has everything to do with one of the key elements as concerns the most basic facts of womanhood: their ability to give birth to an entire football-team of children, simply as a matter of free will and opportunity.

Investigate: Maths don't matter?

"Zaq1" - well, that was my first login name on this forum. This little piece of population maths goes to prove the fact that the wide-spread practice of giving birth to three children per woman inevitably leads to population explosion: an environmental - and a spiritual - problem of one mighty big scale.

Now, I believe that women in general can *sense* (in a sense: a sixth sense) that I am somehow a tricky little bastard who seriously wants to deprive the World Union of Women of their God-given right to give birth to as many children as they are goddamn pleased to do, as a matter of free will, opportunity, and simple laws of nature. So I'm in trouble, of course. Because they're absolutely right! I am very much in favour of limiting the number of child-births per woman to the amount of TWO. And that is one hell of a problem, of course. A problem of a spiritual nature. As a matter of instinct. Or intuition.

Now, back in 2003, I wrote a very long, and extremely self-therapeutic, novel about some of my problems in relation to women. I quickly discovered that the publishing houses of this country consist of a bunch of seriously sensitive people, so I am definitely not going to do that again! - -- I know that I am free to making use of this forum - at least to some extent - as an outlet for adressing quite a few of my most complex frustrations. To the very least, I am quite confident of the fact that my musings are not going to fall victim to editorial acts of cencorship. And that's nice. Especially as I'm now writing about things that the therapists here are not in any way ready to touch upon. It's the sensitivity instinct again. The taboo situation. The unphatomable thing. The unreal. The unfixable.

Good grief. I need a cigarette. And a cup of coffee.

[prashamk]

Originally Posted by August

Another example of my *sick* sense of humour coming up
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"Bodø" can be translated to "an island on which storage houses are built." But on the other hand, if you divide "Bodø" into two short Norwegian words; ie. "bo" and "dø" - hehh! hehh! -- -

The Norwegian word "bo" translates to "take residence", and the word "dø" translates, quite simply, to "die" - -- Consequently, or in a sick sense (a sixth sense, perhaps?), Bodø might be the perfect place for people with serious spirituality issues to go and to simply die, eh? I don't know, but I wonder. Would that be Kabbalah?

God save me, Please!

[August]

Originally Posted by prashamk

God save me, Please!

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned." - William Congreve

http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/179300.html

[August]

Originally Posted by linktree

August

I am from Sweden and my English is not so good, so I do not get all jokes.

Linktree, please: do not feel too disturbed by what seems to be happening to your thread. This thing tends to happen from time to time. It is amazing how (sometimes) a discussion board thread may start out as a query into one sustainability issue or another, and then, after a while, turns into one very, very different discussion altogether. From the top of my mind, I can come up with another example of such a "thread metamorphosis" taking place as of current: Radical Depopulation Of The Earth - The Solution To Mankind's Problems?

[linktree]

August

I am not disturbed about this evolution, I like to read about your reflections of the world around us. In fact I think you are very well speeched and it's rather fun to read your comments.

I like to ask you, do you think of a career in writing on the internet, if you do.

I have a website that needs original content, so if you want to you can write for me. Write a article about preserving the rain forest and mail it to me "m2p3 at mail.com". About 500 words.

I can not pay you, but I can put a link to your website, if you do not have a website , I can make a simple for you, there you can place all your thoughts.

MBR
Petri

[August]

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Hm.

Thank you. - Like every other person who ever lived on this planet, I am also very fond of compliments.

Now, I think I'm in need of a cigarette again. That, and a cup of coffee.

[August]

Originally Posted by linktree

August

I am not disturbed about this evolution, I like to read about your reflections of the world around us. In fact I think you are very well speeched and it's rather fun to read your comments.

Thanks again!

Originally Posted by linktree

I like to ask you, do you think of a career in writing on the internet, if you do.

I have a website that needs original content, so if you want to you can write for me. Write a article about preserving the rain forest and mail it to me "m2p3 at mail.com". About 500 words.

Well, I used to believe that I stood a good chance of making it as a an author of fiction and faction, prose, plays, poetry, philosophical essays, and so on. Due to personal problems of a spiritual, mental, psychological, social, and metaphysical nature (?), and due to a pattern of persistent negativity on the part of Norwegian publishing houses, I finally, during the summer of 2006, gave up on that idea. I mean: the actual production of prose and plays is not only time consuming, but it is, from a spiritual or creative point of view, a very challenging process, too. So I figured, as I understood that the publishing houses of my country had somehow come to conclude that my various pieces of prose was completely useless to them, and also that the so-called "intellectual" milieus of this country had decided to forever treat me like a non-person or even a dead person ... well, anyway ... I simply had to give it up ...

Today, I am nothing except a complete nerve wreck who is, for some odd reason, still publishing things on the internet. - I'm not quite certain about what exactly I am doing, or why. I am dreaming of a future of peace and understanding, and I guess I am doing so for the simple reason that I may even be allowed to dream of career opportunities of my own, if only peace and a social climate of general reasonability were to be coming our way, like, I mean, as the end result of some formidable measures of humane sentiments being injected into world politics, or rather as if by means of magic: the swinging of a rod or something?

Anyway. I've got a Wordpress Blog of my own, but I've not published any essays on it for quite a while now. As for now -- the full-time psychiatric patient that I am -- I guess I'm doing quite alright with the publishing of longer and shorter comments here on The Environment Site.

And as for writing about rainforest protection, well, the truth is, I do not have any expert knowledge in that respect. I'm a social anthropologist by education, and if I've got any expert knowledge to be bragging about, it sure has something to do with population dynamics. The population explosion. Urbanization. The social, cultural, traditional, spiritual, religious, socio-biological, and socio-political aspects of difficult, difficult things. Human nature. You know?

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