February 8, 2012

Ønskeliste? Ja; ønskeliste!


(Oppdateres jevnlig. Sist 09.04.16)

    Ønskelister er geniale, så hvis du lurer på hva jeg interesserer meg for og mener jeg mangler, kan du ta en kikk under her:
    • Og hvis du føler på deg at du har 15.000 kr til overs som du har lyst til å bruke, så ønsker jeg meg en gitar.
      En sigøyner-jazz-gitar med D-hull, og lang hals (14 bånd). Gjerne brukt, men i bra stand og av god kvalitet :)

      F.eks en sånn en: http://www.castelluccia.fr/home.php?pg=fg&fic=g&id_mod=164&id_prod=9 (i D-hullutførelse)

    To be continued....



    Julens fantastiske fangst

    Ønskelister altså. Makan til flott oppfinnelse :)
    Julen ble bra den. I tillegg til det som kunne hakes av på ønskelista mi så fikk jeg en bilbane av kjæresten min :D 10 meter lang og awesome! Det er noe jeg har ønsket meg i 17 år, og endelig var det noen som tok meg seriøst. Hva mener du med at det er rart at en 32-åring ønsker seg bilbane? Det er den perfekte gaven til envher gutt. Stor som liten. Så hvis du lurer på hva du skal kjøpe til kjæresten din; kjøp bilbane!



    Dette kunne jeg stryke fra ønskelisten etter julen 2011:

    October 25, 2011

    Pakkesanger og andre sanger :)

    (Oppdatert 12. des)
    Den forige lista fungerte så ekstremt bra at her kommer en for i år også. Jeg hadde ikke tenkt at det skulle slå an så bra som det gjorde, så jeg har litt lite å føre opp nå. Ikke at jeg klager altså, men "jobben" hadde vært lettere om jeg bare kunne ha overført halvparten av den gamle lista over på den nye. Men siden jeg har så snille folk rundt meg, må jeg grave litt i hjernebarken:
    (Oppdateres jevnlig)
    To be continued....

    January 28, 2011

    From here to the moon.

    It's an average distance of 385 000 kilometres. It takes the light 1.284 seconds to travel that distance. It's a distance to great for most people to comprehend.

    But more than anything else, it's a good feeling :)

    January 16, 2011

    Red circle with a number in it!

    Sometimes it seems like my whole life revolves around this simple smudge of red. Seeking acknowledgement from people around the globe, no matter how small and insignificant that acknowledgement may be. A login to the great network seems to have no meaning if I don't see that someone has interacted with my profile, pictures or linked items. I long for it, and must admit to a small disappointment when there's been no development on my small part of this network. So I have to contend myself with browsing through the feed served to me in the form of a long list that I can scroll through, giving me a small glimpse into the lives of my friends. Not quite as satisfying, but interesting enough for me to spend minutes on checking out video clips and pictures of people I know. It has turned me and many with me into mini stalkers.

    But there are some positive aspects of the whole interconnectedness of it. It's easier to keep in touch with old friends and aquaintances. To feel that you still can have some impact on their life and make a difference. And the strange thing is that you actually do make a difference. By creating that red circle with a number in it on their profile they will feel the satisfaction of knowing that someone is thinking of them.

    And you reading this now, makes a difference in my life.

    December 27, 2010

    Setting sail for Stockholm

    ..or in this case rails. I was ready to boldly embark on my voyage where no Svenn has gone before, when a monkey threw a spanner at my head. I ducked, but it managed to hit my works and thus spoil my carefully laid plans. I thought I had double checked everything, but I quess I only single checked the bathroom, for on the counter my bag of toiletries sat quietly. You would think that it would give a shout when it heard me close the door, but no. Then again I don't blame it. It's has to be warmer in the bathroom than in my suitcase.

    By the way, this will not only be my first time to The Snowball, but also to Stockholm! Me, who have been to Herräng seven times, which supposedly is in the same county as Stockholm, have managed not to visit the capital of Sweden. I am not very tall in my hat, as we say in Norway.

    So I'm sitting in my parents living room waiting for the next train. It will only be an hour. An hour of food and eating.