The publishing company didn't like my book, mainly due to its low P.C. index. Getting the feeling of being systematically opposed by the ink-smearing business & their network. Considering using a pseudonym from now on, due to growing suspicion of being on the unofficial yet infamous Norwegian Media Blacklist. Meanwhile, offended islamic fundamentalist & retarded crackpot mr. Rana is still taken seriously, & is invited to public discussions to tell us Norwegians in so many words what secular infidel scum we are - what irony.

On another note, have moved to redneck country. Air is fresh, & fellow students are not utter retards.

I have deleted the texts "Antiklimaks" and "To timer". The reason is that *drum roll* they are part of that book project, which I have sent to a major Norwegian publisher. Within 8 weeks or so I should get an answer. I do hope they will publish the book, but if they don't, I'll find some other schmuck that will print it.
I mean, how hard can this be?

Also, ticket to Japan is purchased. I will visit a good friend and look around the country a bit. That can be fun.

Ok, so the semester is going fine for now. I have been rather inactive on deviantart lately due to a lot of hard work (yet less travelling than I feared would be necessary) - my motivation is not exactly at its highest, and all I want is passing grades.

More to the point:
I have finished the first version of my book project.
I might get this bastard published.
It will be a small book; a novel in short stories.

Of course, this means some material on this profile will be deleted as it will be part of a published document - I might re-publish it later, but hey, no guarantees.

And whatever the variety of condescending crap the college takes in my general direction, I refuse to care. I know higher education sounds too good to be true, I know it is the reason why there are administrative employees to keep it within the limits of reality. The Barcelona Process/Quality Reform is another step in the same retarded direction.

McCollege: I'm readin' it.

Due to certain difficulties as to the cooperation between me and Statens Lånekasse (a state-owned investment bank that gives student loans)it seems I will spend another semester studying, even though 2 of the 3 subjects are unnecessary to build my Bachelor degree in History. It also seems like I can forget studying anywhere else before the degree is finished, due to my grades being too low to take up any interesting one-year-study most places. Oh well, Telemark it is, then.

I had intended to finish my book project this spring. It seems promising, and the short story "To timer" (see the Gallery section) is one small part of it. The book's story is about how hatred and bitterness tends to eat people from within, becoming irrational hangups, and how they (in the end) are as harmful to its carrier as to their objects. It is about how lust for vengeance can turn us into drones and empty shells. I want to get it finished, so I already had some plans for this semester.

It is with excited curiosity I look forward to more news about the Gaza situation. I admit not caring at all about the people involved, yet it's no secret my sympathies eventually end up with the Israeli people, especially with its army, who has to fight through 360 square kilometers of overpopulated junkyard. It sounds like an awful task to me, especially seeing as how Hamas hides among civilians (cowards that they are) and doesn't exactly wear uniforms.

My lectures this semester might be in two different towns due to the decentralization of the college, and it takes almost two hours by bus from one campus to the other. I hope the distance between lectures is as wide in time as in space, preferrably on separate days of the week. Either that or the college should invest in teleports. Yes, teleports. You know, walk through a gate, end up somewhere completely different - teleports! It sure would make transportation easier for us all, wouldn't it? So what are you Science people waiting for? Teleports!!

A thought experiment and nothing more - please note its strictly theoretical intent before you start wailing in offense.

I. Humanity has, paradoxically, become humanity's alibi as well as humanity's universal requirement of itself.

II. "I'm only human", "It's only human" - what is this? Or rather, what is within this? An excuse for failing to reach up to somebody else's standards, no matter how reasonable these might be. The corrupt banker couldn't help himself, neither could the passive-aggressive bureaucrat who had "by accident" put that important document in the wrong pile, and what about the heroin addict, the child molester and other defectives?
They were only human.

III. Since when did humanity imply mediocrity?

IV. Worse yet, the judgement: "These people were simply not human", "this is not humane" or even "inhuman". The term "crime against humanity" reflects the same. It is usually bleated by P.C. liberal types and/or our Imperial Masters of the U.N. when some Would-be Stalin or sort-of Pinochet in a third world country - including the Balkans - does something that offends their political palate.

V. I agree that most of these "crimes against humanity" usually are large-scale cases of common thuggery, committed in paranoia or as a delusional last resort after a political project has failed. But could it not be argued that every great act - whether in art and literature, in leadership, in science, in philosophy or in some other field previously typical to our species - could be described as inhuman? And what of any and every heroic act whose stated goal did not necessarily include saving human lives? Clearly these achievements surpass the "merely human" - thus violating the implied maximum standard of behaviour.

VI. With a few exceptions, mainly in literature, no great art has been created since 1918. The ones they call our greatest minds are so-called "progressives" or "Critical Theorists", serving us neurotic sophistry while blasphemingly calling it Love of Wisdom (philo-sophia). The so-called leaders we proudly vote for are self-serving braggarts and brutes, and with one or two unmentionable exceptions they have been as clueless as the rest of us. Our scientific developments since the 1950's have mainly been modifications and recombinations of earlier theories. We cannot even develop a computer that doesn't crash.
This is, of course, merely human.

VII. The first poet dragged into a courtroom in den Haag will be worth reading.

Thus concludes the thought experiment - now run off offended & screaming, you pathetic Godwin's-Law-invoking latte-drinking hipsters.