5/01/2009
They bombed the local market two hours ago. 80 people hurt, 20 killed.
Everything arrived here at Shifa. Hades!
We’re up to our knees in death, blood and amputations. Loads of children. Pregnant women.
I’ve never experienced anything this horrible! We hear the tanks now.
Tell this story, forward this SMS, shout it out loud. Everything!
DO SOMETHING! DO MORE!
We’re all just history now. All of us.
Mads G, 3.1.09, 13.50, Gaza, Palestine
This SMS went all over Norway some few nights ago. To whom Dr. Mads Gilbert (Wikipedia Entry) who incidentally hails to my own city of birth, originally sent this outcry I don’t know, but it tells a sad story which should compel us all into action.
Edit: I still stand for everything posted below but decided to hide it beneath the cut, since I believe the SMS speaks volumes and I really don’t want to politicize this blog too heavily.
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15/12/2008
I have a feeling things are about to change. Oh yes…
11/12/2008
A while ago I was doing a talk on the Flash platform for NRK, and to give the audience a bit of perspective I took a trip down memory lane and dug up some real goodies. Oh yes.
Since this is too good to not to be repeated, allow me to present; the Macromedia ShockZone site from 1997:
Oops. Seems you don’t have Flash Player installed. Click
here to fix it.
Click to start, or witness the fullbrowser glory.
4/08/2008
Finally I’m allowed to talk about this.
A couple of months back my life took a turn for the strange. My girlfriend and I had for some months been trying to work through some problems in our relationship, and long story short we spent that weekend apart giving both of us some time to think, and that following monday we decided to go our separate ways. This was a friendly break-up mind you. We do love each other. We just can’t live together. (Although, ironically, we still do.) She’s a wonderful girl and I’m a bit worried about how I’ll get along without her.
We were scheduled to go to a wedding the next Saturday, and we joked about the alanity of it all. The joke got even more hilarious on friday when my now ex-girlfriend surprised me with a three-litre carton of wine and a pregnancy-test with a blue dot on it. Holy twist of fate Batman!
So long story short; We’ve been thinking a lot about what to do about this, and we’ve decided (unanimously) to keep it. Lord knows there’s enough kids out there with divorced parents (statistics say 50% of all marriages in Norway end in divorce), so you might even argue that it’d be an advantage to us that we already know we’ll have to work together on this despite of not being romantically involved anymore.
Of course there’s a lot stuff to be considered when making this decision. First and foremost of course is what I mentioned above. Apart from the consideration above, which of course was crucial, I also have some genetics to take into account. Depending on which site you’re visiting you may already know that I suffer from Bipolar Disorder which is a hereditary disease. Melodramatic as it may sound it is a factor to consider when deciding to have children. It wasn’t too hard for me to decide that it’s not going to make a difference. First of all there’s a good chance it’ll be a non-issue. BP tends to skip a generation. Secondly I’d take great offense at any suggestion that it’d be better not to be born than to suffer from this disease. The only reason my condition has caused me real (and real they were) problems is that it was discovered so late and being aware of the signals I dare say my own experience and knowledge (and that of my ex-girlfriend, what with her having lived with me) should prevent that to be the case.
So am I ready for this? Of course I’m not, but I’m looking forward to it and although I’m scared shitless I’m pretty sure this’ll be the most interesting, devastating, exhilarating, amazing, trying, rewarding thing I’ve ever done.