To my knowledge no fruit exists that I dislike. Those who know me, know that I eat and enjoy eating almost all things. Every day I make shakes with lots of seeds, fruits, vegetables and berries. Maybe if I consumed an African magic berry I would dislike both strawberries and melon but then again, maybe they just have to be treated accordingly. That is why this blog should be about the rotten kind.
There are many types of rotten fruits. Our planet is not a kind place and it has never know peace. On average the human monkey scheme, slander, trap and plan cruel actions. When I was employed by IBM I was taught not to unhook nor penetrate where we should not. It is not in the spirit of blue IBM. Also unhooking behavior is considered juxtapose to devious, and both savage and brutal evil that in turn, like karma, eventually would be measurable on our bottom line. I am totally aligned with this mindset. Several times in my business life my company have experience unhooking. One of these companies is currently under scrutiny for corruption and the management is being legally crushed. Grateful that those who can actually do anything about such things doesn’t turn their blind eye.
To accentuate without name dropping a specific rotten fruit. “Somebody” stole the source code of one of my private hobby projects by accident. It was an algorithm that might eventually have solve the impossible puzzle contest for a million dollar. Though the algorithm was far from complete the idea how to address to problem was so smart I tell ya. The rotten fruits had no clue to what they had acquired…
Today I know, via logic deduction, who it was back in the days that made a data burglary at our office. It was as early as 2006 but Opiin was already a clouded SaaS architecture as such there was no disruption to our production systems and our customers did not experience any downtime. We lost a bunch of documents and had to rewrite things like internal documentation, bookkeeping, contracts and our pipeline was exposed. The only real setback was we did not recover a distribution agreement we had been negotiating with a Norwegian company. It’s not being Sherlock Holmes or anything. The question is really just to identify the motive and then continue deduction observing years of business Denmark. It is much like when your mind return to a memory and eventually come up with a plausible answer to that situation. I ended up having a name for a sit down if I was ever asked to name someone for a dinner arrangement or alike. Of course the dialog would be totally off the books.
Life events like this can be game changing and the impact was considerable for my private life. Our office and business location was the basement of my private home. To my family the feeling of security and privacy in our own home was disrupted. We did not claim any insurance, only peanuts for replacing my laptop and a couple of hard disks cut out of the servers running our test environments. As a business we really lost a lot of intellectual capital. We should have fetched a pile of gold but due to miserable journalism and the mistrust of what and why this actually happened we did not.
It was a lesson learned and we managed to stay alive, yay. We also established a hole new set of physical security and established processes for various critical areas. How fortunate our business architecture, already then, was so mature and much ahead of everybody else.
We do not bother to protect your data. We do not want to describe what and how we collect EVERYTHING we can about you and that we keep all information ANYWHERE in the world where it’s cheapest – we think – what we know about you is so hilarious that we use it for entertainment both at our Friday bar and at our company Christmas party. You can never get your data deleted, and don’t expect that we will let you know what we know about you. Since you cannot do without us because we are the best and the cheapest, you, like us, don’t care (-: #GDPR
Who would not want to grow old if we had the chance and was asked lets ¼ into our lives. How old do you think you are when you die? Life humbles us we age we realize how much time we wasted on inordinate nonsense. We mature through reflection and with the damage, not so much with the years. Being patient and behaving calmly is a superpower that grows with age. Me bees ‘n insects, in my mind, have learned how to react with sensitivity and manners in hard situations. That is mostly everybody’s experience. Take a look in your mirror, when you need a superhero. Act ancient and be grateful. We have survived everything we have put ourselves through. Try to find light in any hard situation. If we pretend to have designed every single one of our challenges ourselves. It makes it easier to enjoy life. Laugh and care. A spartan knows what he will die for and most importantly where in life he is at rest. When we are dead, we don’t know that we’re dead.
Gamification of complicated
Though grateful to be able to stay fit, my feelings on ageism is much aligned with most people my age. We don’t want an old body. There is a lot of dangerous thinking being funded to circumvent aging. Genome editing is just the worse. It is my firm belief, that we should stick with nano robots cleaning us from the inside. It is the safe and the sound way to go about the ethical dangers. Nano robots to maintain against blood cloths is already in use for some super rich guinea pigs and the full scale of this technology will be general available around 2050. Until then, be your best version and try live a healthy and sweet life.
It took me three weeks to finish this 3rd grade children’s book in Spanish about the boy Topper, whose father is a sailor on a long-haul. He is very bored until one day he finds a magic pencil. Everything written with the pencil becomes real so clever him draws a life size rhino on the wall in their 2nd floor apartment. Boredom is over as Otto is a rhinoceros.
This book was a great 1€ bargin buy at the Re-Read used book store. The story was concocted by Ole Lund Kirkegaard, a Danish author of children’s literature, as such the story is familiar to me and a good way to learn reading and understanding better Spanish.
A book I didn’t like
Well it wasn’t written by Gary Gygax nor had drawings by Larry Elmore. I read a hundred pages and if the book is no good, I discarded it. I do recall that actually ever happened. Maybe because it has been ages since I actually sat in the shade of a tree and read a book (:
Have you lived before? One of my recurring dream concepts is events as a gladiator fighting and winning in the arena by swords. I have many tattoos, they all have intimate meaning to me. Maybe it is the pain of undergoing hours of intense stress with the sole purpose to remember something. The tattoo on my right calf of my leg is my most resent tattoo. It was made in Barcelona. The future time of our universe is not written yet, it is only scripted. Sometimes things that take place seems like misfires. I felt deeply about the death of Chris Cornell for reasons I will not disclose. Dark places in my mind are not unfamiliar to me. This time around, I want it to be old age that takes me out. A scientific spaceship as discovery and learning. A mountain as the journey and the challenge. A morning star as every new beginning. I love the cover art of his latest album Higher Truth. To me it is both a reminder to persist and stay vigilant in life and also that life is painful, especially if it is lived right.
My tattoo is turned upside down as I promise never to take my own life unless it is the end.
In 2016 I was volunteering as a special consulting teacher to a student with autism. My student, Anton was amazing. His mind and his memory enables him to draw and hack IT with unnerving precision. He was recluse but became interested. Anton is one of my hero’s. Do you know a feeling while reading lyrics, reading a book or seeing a painting, that you get it, and if you had ever meet that person you could have intervened, become great friend or just been there. It is a great burden to bear the deepest thoughts when exactly that often comes from a shadowy universe. Creativity and learning are painful experiences.
In research literature, the term child prodigy is defined as a person under the age of ten who produces meaningful output in some domain to the level of an adult expert performer. It actually requires brilliants to survive either as a creator, poet, painter, author or inventor. Especially on a planet as rat and ferocious as Earth. I am grateful for our smurf DNA contains the likelihood that brings around morning stars like Jacob Barnett and I am so happy he was born in a time and age where prodigy children was not cast before the wolves or lead another simpler faith. Jacob!!! You are my super hero!!! Please prepare yourself a list of happy memories to recite and manifest in your mind to block and sidestep any line of thought or situation in the future while discovering new cognitive dissonances.
Everyone reading this. You are my hero’s as well and I am grateful that your here. Curious as to how you found my page but never the less grateful. If I could leave you with one thing let it be this. Realize how powerful your thoughts are and you would never think a negative thought again. I believe many of my hero’s are suffering in their mind. Thoughts echoed in variance often resolve from a very lonely place… This blog is written to Jacob Barnett and since I hope you might read this blog I will crow this is important. Stay alive Jacob! Be in it for the long game. When thought gets though and rough, I propose all the triggers..pets, forced smiles, sunshine, hugs and activation of happy chemicals even though it does not feel right. We need you smiling, old and wise to think it. Do it in time, and go see strange stories to learn. You are what you eat Jacob. I trust you feel all this come for a kind place and is a old vikings way of offering a token of friendship. Stay strong ‘n curious for all of us.
We have to look to our youth because that is always where you will find our future. We have several extraordinary children out there and a some of them do really interesting work. The child inventor Jack Andraka who because of his parents death invented a simple and fast test method to test cancer that revamped research and parts of the healthcare industry. An invention that cost him 1500$ and made him millions. All of that was possible in the first place because of another super hero wonder child Aaron Swartz had and idea about an open library who was sued by the government for placing scientific data into perpetuity. Aaron was nine years old when he participated in creating the RSS protocol we all use today and still very young when he sold Reddit to Condé Nast. Aaron eventually hung himself. Today Aaron the youngest member of our Internet Hall of Fame. Whether it is bad medicine or medicine in general. A society that do so much harm to outliers scares me.
My children fascinates me and I am a so proud. They will exceed me soon enough and beat me in my own game. My oldest have chosen to merchant and he operates with easy not caring that public domain does not equal public access like his farther. In a utopia there is a system that support and catch outliers and history proves that these outliers sometimes are the extraordinary people that amazes us all. Jacob Barnett is such a person and has the potential to change everything. Jacob is nominated as a 2018, 30-under-30 candidate but even though he diffidently lack what my son does best. Jacob is the brightest star on the list and was only 13 when he became a published physicist. Never dwell and decide it’s over, instead use the circumstances and the thing that propels you forward in life. May you be happy and live long enough to create that exciting technology your destined to uncover.
Antarctica would be too rough even for me the great viking I am. A place with whales would be nice or a foreign planet. It could be a fully immersive holodeck. Jumanji would seem fun and work for me these days. Or the tallest building to wait for comment< Michael you wrote you would never visit those countries unless somebody paid you! Just to reply ’cause the Dark Tower is depicted as being over 1,500 meters (5,000 feet) tall to leave the comment corrected. Maybe Wonderland or Tomorrowland or even Neverland as long as I was allowed to remember my family and return to my farm every year to plant smultron.
On my list of things to do before I die are many obvious locations that would be breath taking choices. Living close to the Dolemites with my italian friends from language school would be the BoOM. Jajaja, me this time around not behaving perfectly blind of course. Today is valentines day and nuts sleeping alone not sending candygrams. Ancient Rome would fit the theme as this day in the past may have been much like a sexual Christmas. A place in time would be my choice. If it could be in time, I would want time to loop forever.
Tomorrow is valentines day the 14. February, 2018. I am online my laptop, in an apartment in Barcelona where I share a flat with two girls. Alex from Spain owns the place and rents out rooms. One room to Flór from Uruguay and another to me. During the past years I have lived with many people from all cultures and made many new friends. Some totally awesome others like….please stop that and my head is spinning and I really need to sleep.
1 My personality
When I got my papers as an I/T techie hacking nerd I applied for a couple of cool jobs within my sector and got them both. My one application was accepted with an invite to go on a weekend workshop in Sweden with a couple hundreds of students fresh out of university. We had to endure various tests in a Disney cast setup to measure how we performed as individuals, and as individuals in different groups. If you were one of the few at the end of the weekend trials, you received a personal assessment report and a job offer. My evaluation stated I was Mickey Mouse. I was so proud to read what the instructors had noticed about me while working in groups. I stayed with IBM for five years as such my personality very much has blue mindset both indulging the corporate chin as a team player as well as excellent individual levels of capacity for empathy and abstraction. Bleh (:
2 My style
Was a suit and a tie, putting decaf in the coffee maker for weeks and once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso. Always in a state of under construction ordering diet water at restaurants with a serious face and drive-trough orders “To Go”. Even now I look like a battled viking nomad with savvy track record. It is time to revamp Hans Clodhopper. Anyone out there who can tell me if horny is an emotion that would be interested in helping a fellow and go shopping?
3 My hobbies
I have to say imaginary women. I have no hobbies as my hobby has become my job in my life. I work out to keep fit and consider food a form of self respect. In truth, the answer to the question what did you do today, is often what you are passionate about. How a person response to that exact questions, truthful or not, both reflects the agenda and who they really are. Well, I skate a lot and still try to remember to boulder once in a while.
4 My Tamagotchis and other pets
Who says millennial’s can’t handle adult responsibilities? After the tamagotchi toy’s released worldwide, millions bought the digital pets, tiny pixelated pals that needed to be cared for, fed and cleaned up after. How many forgot to love these not so fury loved ones before their batteries eventually ran out? In my adult life I have owned several tamagotchi’s, all of which are gone, and one real life pet. Mojo was my rabbit for 12 years before it got sick and had to be put down. This was a rough day for me. Mojo was my friend and a “tame” wild rabbit, never caged. Mojo was living along side me in my house and was potty trained. Quite early I found a way to break his rabbit instinct to hide stashes of food around the house. It was a great comfort having my friend rabbit running infinity circles around my feet while I was creating applications by writing sourcecode on my workstation.
5 My heroes
Elon Musk took a stand before it was trendy — when in fact it was dangerous. He was one of America’s first young money billionaires from his early entrepreneurial adventures. With one of the largest sum of money in the world i decided to invest it all to change the world. I will not say much other than he is one of our times superheros who stand up for what he believes, he stands for all of us, again and again, despite the odds. In celebration of the man, Meredith Perry is the female counterpart to Elon. Even though she does a lot of business with countries I really dislike, her science and inventions will change the world for the better. Both these two hero’s are next-level activists – man and woman with an unshakable belief that there is a greater good and that it’s worth fighting for. My own vision is to drop in, maybe twenty years from now, and share a little something with everybody. And my invention got dimensions not unlike the thought of an infinity sided dice!
6 My mind
Nibble, Hug, Cuddlefuck, Fuddleplug, Tease, Suck, say> Eye spell> MAP say> Ness, Fuck, IT, Stolen, Tits, Piss, Shit, Ass, Cunt, Pussy, Lick, Gag, Dick and a Stick. Do Once, Do Twice, Do Trice, Do Once Every Waking Hour. Hard, Colors, Kisses, Steamy Wishes, Tips and Toes, Grapes and Berries, Boobs and Buts, Talks, Walks, Respect, Listen, Spoil and Adore, Disciplines, Eyes, Endless, Senseless, Soul, Ride, Convulsion, Own, Moan, Blush. Repeat.
7 My believes
If our planet have extraterrestrial visitors then the human monkey is a reality show in a far away galaxy and in turn, A.I. is here already. In a off chance that this is actually the truth then Jesus our Savior might be nothing more than a misbehaving alien rich kid, handing out weed and pulling the legs of the monkey. Unlearn what we have learned. That’s the spirit. We are souls of ancient energy, living a human experience. Karma does not exist. That or either I was a really cruel person in a past life or maybe the exception that proves karma does in fact exist. We are all the same, interconnected through our unconsciousness facilitated by our mother entity (Earth, Sun) but unreachable to most of us. If Alexander the Great had not burned down the Library of Alexandria, we would still to this day would have the Bible of Virgin Mary. I do believe the bible is a profound truth but I strongly believe our planet would be in a very different place if her books had been uncovered and studied also.
8 My tendencies
Hard working, optimist, questioning norms, doodling, check-lists, dreaming the impossible while hoping for something real. Check out my bucket-list.
9 My ancestry
It seems to me, our world evolves around greed, lust and anger. This rule is of unpredictable quality and is frankly emotionally-unpleasant. That is why traditions and celebrations are so important to me. Even more so if I had a girlfriend. Our body is a sacred gift, shared or projected, will change the partners life through imprinting. The action of intimacy means everything but us as sexually aware entities is taboo in this age. I am grateful for my wonderful and perfect children. I am so proud of them and my children are living prof that I am serious about taking part in securing the healthy part of my heritage.
10 My volunteer work
Every Friday, in 2016, I was teaching information technology to a student with autism. Other than that…I always volunteer to help, even if I have to go out of my way to do so….in my mind, this topic sounds wrong. My thoughts are currently too needy and dirty. If I do not live with my fire twin in a near future, I volunteer and everybody in this somewhat imaginary world, can have me if they want to. I promised my mother she did not have to be scared and that we would meet again. She is in heaven. If my future home is a place full of naked women will I then, when it is my turn, go to hell?
Was with a girl from my street growing up. Her name was Kira. We were way too young to know what love was all about and the kiss was friendly and innocent. We were great friends and among other playful memories like who could pie the furthest and playing with her barbies. In this sense she introduced me to how girls and dolls looked without clothes.
My first love
My first love is both a story from my childhood as well as a story from my adult life. In eight grade I fell head over heals in love with a wonderful girl I meet at our local water park. After a short fight for her attention, we became a couple but it only lasted a few months. For me it was a huge. I was quite heartbroken but moved to Texas, U.S.A. to live with a host family. Traveling made me forget.
Years later I was happy, content and married with children in what I thought was a rock solid marriage that would last forever. It did not. After 11 years, we decided that we were not going to grow old together. I did not see this coming but I did not get sad. My x-wife knew me well and made sure our breakup was a good thing for both of us and in turn I gave her a fresh start. In many ways I was never in love with my x-wife but to this day she was one of the best thing that every happened to me.
My first love, second time around
Beginning a new life after marriage, the first thing I did was to create a Facebook profile. It was obvious, even back then, Facebook is a perfect dating tool and a way for people to hook up or reach out to those that have their interest, admire or hope to engage in one way or the other. I searched for my first love and by chance I discovered on her timeline she just divorced some guy and wrote her a message. We meet and I was in love again. I should not have contacted her. At this point in time, my life was very chaotic, busy and quite stressful. I scared her away. Among many things, I was traveling a lot negotiating trying to finalizing a deal with a Norwegian conglomerate to take ownership of one of my products. Her breakup devastated me. One Friday we were supposed to go camping over the weekend but she wrote me just hours before I was to pick her up. She had meet someone else at a festival just days before and they were already a thing. Me being in love and having stockpiled big time on survival gear and camping equipment, was suddenly super lost, and felt deprecated and ridiculed. I had been looking forward to this weekend away in nature with someone who, at the time, meant the world to me. I still do want to go on that adventure someday. With my gear unused and in storage for years on end I know somehow somebody will make me breathe air again. This person is adventurous but only with me (:
A new science study suggest that forgetfulness and the ability to discard details is not a sign that we are loosing our marbles. Science reveal that you just may have more important things on my mind… literally! It also suggest that forgetfulness may actually be a sign of great intelligence because this kind of subconscious filtering may help cope with change and deal with difficult situations.
My earliest real memory
My earliest real memory is a powerful one full of happiness. I am very young, waking up from a nap, in the garden of my parents house and our family Sct. Bernard is the first thing I see. He is watching me, protecting me, waiting for me to wake up so we can play once more. When he sense my eyes he crawls to me on paws, not touching, just getting closer. I sit up and hug his warm fury face. The feeling was of absolute joy and with a heartbreaking sense of security. I loved that dog and I love animals to this day. My house will eventually be full of life and a hole lot of security for sure.
My earliest fake memory
My earliest fake memory is also powerful but in a very different way. It must be a fake because I am only three months old, tops. This time also a situation waking up but this time I am alone. I cry for help. After a long while a stranger comes up to me, talks some stuff I actually believe I understands and leaves. My mom was an independent jeweler and married to my much absent but hardworking farther. It was a tough thing for her to create and drive her business all while being there for all of us children. I spoke to my mother about this memory as such it might be a fake reality subjected to a pseudo parapsychology with ghosts and other spirits tied to me, in my life. That is an entirely different blog that would best take form as a short story with typically featured entities such as dragons, elves, elementals, fairies, giants, nymphs, griffins, gnomes, goblins and mermaids mixed with other worldly magical beings in a tale staring the cast of the Rick and Morty cartoons.