<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375</id><updated>2024-02-20T01:43:55.514+00:00</updated><category term="svíþjóð"/><category term="jfd"/><category term="video"/><category term="áss"/><category term="læknisfræðin"/><category term="tónlist"/><category term="ebd"/><category term="links"/><category term="pælingar"/><category term="læknir"/><category term="söngtextar"/><category term="jokes"/><category term="menning"/><category term="öresund"/><category term="bloggið"/><category term="heimsmálin"/><category term="interesting"/><category term="tækni"/><category term="fjárhagskrísa"/><category term="asp.net"/><category term="brandarar"/><category term="bíómyndir"/><category term="documentaries"/><category term="forritun"/><category term="lund"/><category term="sbd"/><category term="skane"/><category term="svíþjóð"/><category term="animals"/><category term="corruption"/><category term="doctor"/><category term="greed"/><category term="hilarious"/><category term="hrunið"/><category term="international"/><category term="it"/><category term="japs"/><category term="jól"/><category term="konan"/><category term="lífið"/><category term="movies"/><category term="quotes"/><category term="travelling"/><category term="usa"/><category term="vidoe"/><title type='text'>Hrafnaspark</title><subtitle type='html'>Humble edits of my adventurous life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>306</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-8322730580379800237</id><published>2012-09-27T07:34:00.004+00:00</published><updated>2012-09-27T07:34:48.466+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brandarar"/><title type='text'>Nokkrir færeyskir</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Hvat gert tú, um ein blondina blakar eina hondgranat eftir tær ? - Tekur stiftina úr og blakar hana aftur !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hvussu fært tú eyguni á eini blondinu at skína ? - Lýs við eini lummalykt inn í oyrað !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hví eta blondinir ikki súltaðar agurkir ? - Tær fáa ikki høvdið niður í krukkuna !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hvat hava ein blondina og ein fløska til felags ? - Bæði eru tóm frá hálsinum og uppeftir !&lt;br /&gt;
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Miðvingurin: Skalt tú hava lomb til heystar ? Havnarmaðurin: Hey tú, eta hestar lomb ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Hundurin hjá mær hevur onga nøs ! Hvussu luktar hann so ? Ræðuliga illa !&lt;br /&gt;
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Tvær kýr standa á eini ong. So sigur onnur: Muuuuh ! So sigur hin: Skít, tað var júst tað, eg ætlaði at siga.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hví ýla preriuúlvarnir um náttina ? - Teir síggja ikki kaktusarnar !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hví eru fílar rukkutir ? - Hevur tú nakrantíð roynt at strokið einum ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Hví eru grønlendskir hundar teir skjótastu í verðini ? - Tí tað er so langt millum lyktapelarnir !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hví fáa etioparar ein tíma fyrr frá frá skúla ? - Teir hava ikki døgurðatíma !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hví býr Tarzan í Klaksvík ? - Tí hann er “abernes konge” !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hevur tú hoyrt, at tað er vorðið dýrari at fara til lækna ? - Júmen, tað eru kortini mong, ið fara til lækna at fáa ráð…&lt;br /&gt;
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Hvussu kom tann fyrsti etioparin upp á mánan ? - Hann sat og spældi við eitt elastikk !&lt;br /&gt;
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Sjúklingurin: Eg kenni meg sum eitt súrepli ! Læknin: Tak tað róligt, eg bíti ikki !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hvat arbeiði hevði blondinan á M&amp;amp;M-verksmiðjuni ? - Hon var rættlesari !&lt;br /&gt;
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Sjúklingurin: Eg haldi, at øll ignorera meg, hvat skal eg gera ? Læknin: Næsti !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hvønn útlendskan marknað kann Kim&#39;s chips ikki koma inn á ? - Tann etiopiska. Har er eingin “Sulten for sjov”.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hvussu gert tú eina blondinu óða í høvdinum ? - Gev henni ein posa av M&amp;amp;M og bið hana leggja bommini í alfabetiskan ordan!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hvat er tað óreinasta, tú kanst gera við ein klaksvíking ? - Gev honum tvær teknistiftir og billa honum inn, at tær eru&lt;br /&gt;
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Í hvørjum landsparti eru flest etioparar ? - Tað veldst um ættina !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hvussu undirheldur tú eina blondinu í tímavís ? - Skriva “Vend” á báðar síður á einum pappíri !&lt;br /&gt;
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Hvør er fyrimunurin við at vera senilur ? - Tú møtir nýggjum fólki hvønn dag !&lt;br /&gt;
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Tænari, tað liggja tvær kontaktlinsur í minari suppu. - Hvar ? Hvar ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Hvussu fært tú ein frá Klaksvík í ørvitri? - Gev honum ein rundan tallerk, og bið hann koyra ketchup í eitt hjørn.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tveir menn hittust í himlinum, tá annar sigur:&lt;br /&gt;
- Eg doyði av kulda. Hvussu doyði tú?&lt;br /&gt;
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- Av gleði - hvussu tá?&lt;br /&gt;
- Jú, eg helt, at kona mín hevði ein elskara. Tí fór eg ein dagin tíðliga heim úr arbeiði og ætlaði mær at avdúka hetta. Eg hugdi í klædnaskáp, køksskáp og undir allar sengur. Men har var eingin maður. Eg gjørdist so glaður, at eg doyði av hjartasteðgi...&lt;br /&gt;
- Dummi hundur, tú ert! Hevði tú havt hugt í frystiboksina, høvdu vit báðir verið á lívi í dag...!!&lt;br /&gt;
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This time it&#39;s Malmö - Copenhagen (or actually a little town nearby, called Dragör) and that route is 13,5km. This part of Öresund has shallow waters, max 12m deep where the big ferries roar through &quot;Rännan&quot;, a pass known for very strong currents and hard to predict as they are mostly driven by wind direction and speed. A phenomenon which can appear from out of nowhere and in minutes here in Scandinavia. Many swimmers have had to give up when they realize they are not making any effort despite swimming as hard as they can. In the first part of my route&amp;nbsp;I will pass the 8km long and magnificient &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%98resund_Bridge&quot;&gt;Öresund bridge&lt;/a&gt;, an awesome engineering work and one of the longest cable-stayed bridges of the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Öresund is famous for it&#39;s special conditions of mixed fresh water, coming from the southern Baltic sea (and collected from rivers from the surrounding countries) and salt water from the northern Atlantic. As salt water is heavier it floats near the bottom whereas at the surface the sea water is almost (!) drinkable because of low salt content (the water even is relatively clean by industry standards as strict regulations have enforced surrounding populations to clean every drop of water released to the ocean). This mixture adds another layer of complexity when trying to foresee water currents.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I have passed the bridge there are about 5km left to the&amp;nbsp;harbor&amp;nbsp;of Dragör, a small town in Copenhagen&#39;s outskirts. Again I will pass a channel of heavy boat traffic, this time it&#39;s Drogden and together with Rännan these are known to be one of the most&amp;nbsp;trafficked channel routes in the world. The rules are simple: &lt;i&gt;big ships never stop or slow down&lt;/i&gt;. The cost of stopping a ship of that size and powering its motors again is enormous.&amp;nbsp;Back in 2010 I stopped three times to watch these huge cargo ships hum their way with supplies of Finnish&amp;nbsp;vodka to the world. We will have a VHF radio onboard for direct communications but our main tactic will be to watch the schedules and stop in good time to wait for them to pass.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before my first swim in 2010 I spent a few good days to learn what creatures there were to expect in the water. Fortunately there is nothing there to worry of but there are some interesting animals lurking around like the Scandinavian dolphin (&quot;Tumlaren&quot;), a small 1-2m long fish known to be extremely curious. Our captain told me afterwards that he had seen 2 or 3 of these last time swimming a few meters away from me... as I had never read about these you could have imagined the panic had I just seen them!&lt;br /&gt;
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This time I am ready for them and would very much welcome their company as they are playful and fun to watch. Less so exciting are the jellyfish but even these I have gotten used to and because of the above mentioned fresh water there are hardly any who sting or burn. And even so I wont feel it in the cold water. The worst scenario would be getting them in my mouth as some swimmers have experienced.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are indeed tales of huge, plankton eating sharks and this summer at a huge museum in Gothenburg (Universeum), I saw the corpse of a huge one found ashore on the Öresund beach a few years ago, measuring nearly 10m long. It is the second biggest shark of the world, after the &quot;whale shark&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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While preparing for the trip a sailor told me about a huge white shark that was found dead on the shore, a species that normally drifts between Africa and S-America, eating whatever that stumbles upon it&#39;s path. Higher temperatures and climate changes in recent years have brought animals to Öresund which normally are only found in warmer water such as the Mediterranean. And that&#39;s why we are having two cameras onboard!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, it&#39;s thursday night and I&#39;m sitting in a restaurant stuffing my stomach with calories, &#39;loading the liver&#39;. Sugar loaded Sprite (normally I drink &#39;diet&#39;), beef with Bearnaise and ice cream. There will be a lot of energy spent tomorrow and it will be needed as it is my only protection against &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypothermia&quot;&gt;hypothermia &lt;/a&gt;which I have spent a whole lot of time reading about. The water temperature is currently 17-18&#39;, a little hotter than last week after a cold summer in Sweden as we got a few days of 20+ air temperature. The minimum temperature according to FINA open water swimming rules is 15&#39; but of course there are always maniacs swimming in temperatures far below that - and survive. I expect to feel cold at first but then warming up as I get along with swimming. I have still not decided wether to grease my body with animal fat (lanoline) and vaseline, experienced swimmers say it only makes you feel better in your head. Other means of protection against cold is of course a head cap and ear plugs (cold, salt water against your eardrums is excessively painful!). I expect to drink lots of hot chocolate and even coffe and to follow FINA rules I will be handed this with a large pole - &lt;i&gt;touching the boat means I&#39;m disqualified&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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My team onboard will be checking regularly for signs of severe hypothermia which are mainly dysorientation (the brain is the first to show signs of danger) and &lt;i&gt;stopping of shaking and shivering&lt;/i&gt;. Fine coordination of muscles is lost and thus it&#39;s recommended to check for example if I can oppose my thumb to the other fingers. For this two good friends of mine, Yvonne and Fredrik will be onboard, both intensive care nurses and whom I have worked with in my emergency department and have full trust in.&lt;br /&gt;
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My wife is of course accompanying with cameras and my eldest daughter will be there to sing for the team and . I have found a great fellow from Malmö who will be captain of the boat and I feel also I can trust him for all important decisions out there.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have notified all authorites, swedish and danish and so we will not be totally alone out there in case of an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;
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So all in all, a great team and perfect conditions for a great adventure. In 24 hours I will hopefully be walking on danish land, jumping with joy and singing trololololo again as last time.&lt;br /&gt;
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1 - Wealth Without Work&lt;br /&gt;
2 - Pleasure Without Conscience&lt;br /&gt;
3 - Knowledge Without Character&lt;br /&gt;
4 - Business Without Ethics&lt;br /&gt;
5 - Science Without Humanity&lt;br /&gt;
6 - Religion Without Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Regla 1&lt;/u&gt;: Lífið er ekki réttlátt, reyndu að venjast því.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Regla 2&lt;/u&gt;: Veröldinni er sama um þitt sjálfsálit. Allir ætlast til að þú áorkir einhverju áður en þú ferð að vera ánægð/ur með sjálfa/n þig.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Regla 3&lt;/u&gt;: Þú munt ekki þéna 4 milljónir á ári strax þegar þú útskrifast úr skóla og þú verður ekki framkvæmdastjóri fyrr en þú hefur unnið fyrir því.&lt;br /&gt;
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Regla 4: Ef þér finnst kennarinn þinn strangur og erfiður, bíddu þangað til að þú færð yfirmann.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Regla 5&lt;/u&gt;: Að snúa hamborgurum á skyndibitastað er ekki fyrir neðan þína virðingu. Amma þín og afi áttu til annað orð yfir það að snúa hamborgurum. Þau kölluðu það TÆKIFÆRI.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Regla 6&lt;/u&gt;: Ef þú klúðrar, þá er það ekki foreldrum þínum að kenna svo hættu að væla og lærðu af mistökunum.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Regla 7&lt;/u&gt;: Áður en þú fæddist þá voru foreldrar þínir ekki svona leiðinleg eins og þau eru núna. Þau urðu svona eftir að hafa borgað fyrir uppeldi þitt, þvo fötin þín, þrífa til draslið eftir þig og hlusta á hvað þú ert cool og þau eru hallærisleg. Svo áður en þú og vinir þínir bjarga regnskógunum og leysið heimsmálin, reyndu þá að taka til og koma reglu á herbergið þitt.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Regla 8&lt;/u&gt;: Það getur vel verið að skólinn útskrifi bæði sigurvegara og tapara en lífið gerir það ekki. Í sumum skólum er hægt að taka sama prófið aftur og aftur. Þannig er þetta ekki úti í atvinnulífinu.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Regla 9&lt;/u&gt;: Lífið skiptist ekki í annir og þú munt ekki hafa frí öll sumur. Mjög fáir samstarfsmenn munu hafa áhuga á að hjálpa þér að finna sjálfan þig. Gerðu það í þínum eigin tíma !&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Regla 10&lt;/u&gt;: Sjónvarpið er ekki raunveruleikinn. Í raunveruleikanum þarf fólk í alvörunni að yfirgefa kaffihúsið og fara í vinnuna.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Regla 11&lt;/u&gt;: Vertu NICE við nördana í skólanum, það endar mjög líklega með því að þú þarft að vinna hjá einhverjum þeirra. THAT&#39;S LIFE&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/2424710447104323474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2012/02/lifsreglurnar-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/2424710447104323474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/2424710447104323474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2012/02/lifsreglurnar-11.html' title='Lífsreglurnar 11'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-1560379081390411888</id><published>2012-01-27T11:50:00.004+00:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:50:49.722+00:00</updated><title type='text'>A class of socialism</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before, but had recently failed an entire class. That class had insisted that Obama&#39;s socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer.&lt;br /&gt;
The professor then said, &quot;OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama&#39;s plan&quot;. All grades will be averaged and everyone will receive the same grade so no one will fail and no one will receive an A.... (substituting grades for dollars - something closer to home and more readily understood by all).&lt;br /&gt;
After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little..&lt;br /&gt;
The second test average was a D! No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F. As the tests proceeded, the scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else. To their great surprise, ALL FAILED and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great, but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed. It could not be any simpler than that.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember, there IS a test coming up. The 2012 elections.&lt;br /&gt;
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These are possibly the 5 best sentences you&#39;ll ever read and all applicable to this experiment:&lt;br /&gt;
1. You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;
2. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.&lt;br /&gt;
3. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;
4. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it!&lt;br /&gt;
5. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that is the beginning of the end of any nation.&lt;br /&gt;
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This &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.snopes.com/college/exam/socialism.asp&quot;&gt;maybe an exaggerated telling or even fake&lt;/a&gt; but the story is good and has a good moral in it.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/1560379081390411888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2012/01/class-of-socialism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/1560379081390411888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/1560379081390411888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2012/01/class-of-socialism.html' title='A class of socialism'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-8550685655532404733</id><published>2011-08-20T00:34:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:24:44.698+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes"/><title type='text'>Nokkrir góðir</title><content type='html'>&quot;Titta på tuppen mamma, vad gör han med hönan?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Han stämplar äggen...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Hvernig verður maður milljónamæringur?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Þú tekur milljarð og kaupir fyrir allt á íslenska hlutabréfamarkaðinum!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Four nurses all decided to play a joke on the doctor they worked for, whom they all felt was an arrogant jerk. Later in the day, they all got together on break and discussed what they had done to the doctor. The first nurse said, &quot;I stuffed cotton in his stethoscope so he couldn&#39;t hear.&quot; The second nurse said, &quot;I let the mercury out of his thermometers and painted them all to read 106 degrees.&quot; The third nurse said, &quot;Well, I did worse than that. I poked holes in all of the condoms that he keeps in his desk drawer.&quot; The fourth nurse fainted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Þær fréttir bárust í vikunni frá Kína að fornleifafræðngar þar í landi hefðu grafið 1.000 m niður í jörðina og fundið koparvíra. Kínversk stjórnvöld segja að þetta sýni svo ekki verði um villst að Kínverjar hafi verið búnir að finna upp símann fyrir 1.000 árum.&lt;br /&gt;
Daginn eftir bárust þær fréttir frá Þýskalandi að fornleifafræðingar þar hefðu grafið 1.000 m niður í jörðina og fundið leifar af ljósleiðara. Stjórnvöld þar í landi segja, og Evrópusambandið líka, að þetta sýni án vafa að þjóðir meginlandsins hafi fundið upp stafrænar símstöðvar fyrir 1000 árum.&lt;br /&gt;
Og í gær bárust svo þær fréttir frá Íslandi að íslenskir fornleifafræðingar hefðu grafið 1.000 m ofan í jörðina og fundið ekkert. Íslensk stjórnvöld fagna þessu mjög og segja hafið yfir allan vafa að það hafi verið íslenskir landnámsmenn sem fundu upp þráðlausa kerfið!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Why fart and waste it when you can burp and taste it&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Litli 6 ára pjakkur: &quot;Mamma, hvað kallast það þegar fólk sefur ofan á hvort öðru?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Móðir: &quot;Hmm litli strákur minn, það er nú flókið. En í stuttu máli þá kallast það að elskast.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Daginn eftir segir stráksi við mömmu sína:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Mamma þú varst ekki að segja satt í gær. Þetta kallast koja!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Seven Dwarfs go to the Vatican, and because they are &quot;the seven dwarfs,&quot; they get ushered in to see the Pope. Dopey leads the pack.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Dopey my son,&quot; says the Pope, &quot;what can I do for you?&quot; Dopey asks, !&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Excuse me, Your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome?&quot; The&amp;nbsp;Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment and&amp;nbsp;answers, &quot;No Dopey, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome.&quot; In the background a&amp;nbsp;few of the dwarfs begin giggling. Dopey turns around and gives them a&amp;nbsp;glare, silencing them.&lt;br /&gt;
Dopey turns back to face the Pope. &quot;Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns&amp;nbsp;in all of Europe?&quot; The Pope, puzzled again, thinks for a moment and then&amp;nbsp;answers, &quot;No Dopey, there are no dwarf nuns in all of Europe.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
This time all the other dwarfs burst into laughter. Once again, Dopey&amp;nbsp;Turns around and silences them all with an angry glare. Dopey turns back to the&amp;nbsp;Pope and says, &quot;Mr. Pope, are there ANY dwarf nuns in the whole world?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The Pope answers, &quot;I&#39;m sorry, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in&amp;nbsp;the world.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling, and laughing, pounding on&amp;nbsp;the floor, tears rolling downtheir cheeks as they begin chanting: &quot;Dopey&amp;nbsp;screwed a penguin! Dopey screwed a penguin!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Feit kona labbar inn í fatabúð og segir “ég vildi gjarnan fá að sjá kjóla sem að passa á mig”. Afgreiðslukonan svarar “það vildi ég líka fá að sjá”.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mamman var í eldhúsinu að elda og hlusta á litla son sinn, 5 ára inni í stofu að leika sér með nýju rafmagnslestina sína.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hún heyrir lestina stöðvast og sonur hennar segir: &quot;Allir að drulla sér út ef þið ætlið út, því þetta er síðasta anskotans stoppistöðin í dag! Og allir drullusokkar sem ætla með, drulla sér inni í lestina, því við erum anskoti seinir í dag.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mömmunni bregður auðvitað og fer og skammar strákinn: &quot;Ég vil ekki hafa svona orðbragð í mínum húsum. Snáfaðu inn í herbergi og vertu þar. Ég skal kalla á þig þegar þú mátt koma fram aftur og þá ætlast ég til þess að þú notir ekki svona orðbragð.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tveimur tímum seinna fær strákurinn að koma fram og byrjar aftur að leika sér með lestina.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brátt er leikurinn kominn aftur á fullt og lestin stöðvast. Mamman heyrir strákinn segja: &quot;Góðir farþegar, munið að taka allt dótið ykkar með þegar þið farið út. Við þökkum fyrir okkur og vonandi komið þið fljótt aftur.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hún heyrir litlu elskuna sína halda áfram: &quot;Þeir sem eru að koma um borð, munið, það er bannað að reykja í lestinni. Við vonum að ykkur líði vel í ferðinni í dag.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Þegar mamma hans var að byrja að brosa, bætir hann við: &quot;Og þið ykkar sem eruð fúl yfir tveggja tíma seinkunni, talið við beljuna inni í eldhúsi...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Pólverji nokkur þurfti að endurnýja ökuskírteinið sitt&amp;nbsp;en áður en það fengist þurfti hann að gangast undir augnskoðun.&amp;nbsp;Augnlæknirinn lét hann lesa á spjald með stöfunum&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&quot;C Z W I X N O S T A C Z&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Getur þú lesið þetta?&quot; spurði augnlæknirinn.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Lesið þetta?&quot; endurtók Pólverjinn. &quot;Ég þekki manninn!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Two cannibals were eating a clown and the other said &quot;hmm it tastes funny!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/8550685655532404733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/nokkrir-goir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/8550685655532404733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/8550685655532404733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/nokkrir-goir.html' title='Nokkrir góðir'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-192306327009471290</id><published>2011-08-13T00:04:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:04:42.986+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="söngtextar"/><title type='text'>Tir na noir</title><content type='html'>Det e svart novembar, havet knuse mot strand&lt;br /&gt;
Ein forliste drøm fra et sommargrønt land.&lt;br /&gt;
Men eg huske ennå vakre Mary McKear,&lt;br /&gt;
Longt vest i Tir n’a Noir&lt;br /&gt;
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Va du drøm? Va du te? Va du hud? Va du blod?&lt;br /&gt;
Eg kan hørra deg le. Eg kan huska eg lo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bakom horisontar,&lt;br /&gt;
Så forvitra og glir&lt;br /&gt;
E du mi,&lt;br /&gt;
Mi Mary McKear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Når min rustne kropp går i bakkane tungt&lt;br /&gt;
Hørr’eg nåken hviska bakom vintrane ungt:&lt;br /&gt;
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Kom tebage, venn, ifra kneipar og svir.Kom igjen te Tir n’a Noir.&lt;br /&gt;
Kom te hud. Kom te sinn ifra alt så e grått.&lt;br /&gt;
Eg ska stryga ditt kinn, gjera blikket ditt blått.&lt;br /&gt;
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For bak horisontar,&lt;br /&gt;
Så forvitra og glir&lt;br /&gt;
E eg di,&lt;br /&gt;
Di Mary McKear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Så når kvelden komme og eg stilt går ombord,&lt;br /&gt;
Og min livbåt blir låra i seks fot med jord,&lt;br /&gt;
Seil’ eg vest i havet te Mary McKear i&lt;br /&gt;
Det grønna Tir n’a Noir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Te drøm og te kinn og ein himmel av trøst&lt;br /&gt;
Kor allting e sinn og eg hørre di røst:&lt;br /&gt;
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Horisontar fins ikkje.&lt;br /&gt;
Alt du tar på forblir&lt;br /&gt;
Eg e di ,&lt;br /&gt;
Di Mary McKear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Þetta gullfallega lag leggur yndi sitt í áhorfendur jafnt sem flytjendur sbr. þetta myndband hér&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Höfundur lags: Otto Lindblad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Viltu með mér vaka er blómin sofa&lt;br /&gt;
vina mín og ganga suður að tjörn.&lt;br /&gt;
Þar í laut við lágan eigum kofa.&lt;br /&gt;
Léku við þar okkur saman börn.&lt;br /&gt;
Þar við gættum fjár um fölvar nætur&lt;br /&gt;
fallegt var þar út við hólinn minn.&lt;br /&gt;
Hvort er sem mér sýnist að þú grætur.&lt;br /&gt;
Seg mér hví er dapur hugur þinn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hví ég græt og burt er æskan bjarta&lt;br /&gt;
bernsku minnar dáin sérhver rós.&lt;br /&gt;
Það er sárt í sínu unga hjarta&lt;br /&gt;
að sjá hve slokkna öll þín skærstu ljós.&lt;br /&gt;
Ó hve fegin vildi ég verða aftur&lt;br /&gt;
vorsins barn og hérna leika mér.&lt;br /&gt;
Nú er lamað þrek mitt, þrotinn kraftur&lt;br /&gt;
þunga sorg á herðum mér ég ber.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hvað þá gráta gamla æsku drauma,&lt;br /&gt;
gamla drauma bara ór og tár.&lt;br /&gt;
Láttu þrekið þrífa stýristauma.&lt;br /&gt;
Það er hægt að kljúfa lífsins ár.&lt;br /&gt;
Kemur ekki vor að liðnum vetri?&lt;br /&gt;
Vakni ei nýjar rósir sumar hvert?&lt;br /&gt;
Voru hinar fyrri fegri betri?&lt;br /&gt;
Feld&#39;ei tár en glöð og hugrökk vert.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Þú átt gott þú þekkir ekki sárin,&lt;br /&gt;
þekkir ei né skilur hjartans mál.&lt;br /&gt;
Þrek er gull en gull eru líka tárin,&lt;br /&gt;
guðleg svölun hverri þreyttri sál.&lt;br /&gt;
Stundum þeim er þrekið brýnt og kraftur&lt;br /&gt;
þögul höfuð féllu tár um kinn.&lt;br /&gt;
En sama rósin sprettur aldrei aftur,&lt;br /&gt;
þótt önnur fegri skreyti veginn þinn.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/8530123109086527936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/rek-og-tar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/8530123109086527936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/8530123109086527936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/rek-og-tar.html' title='Þrek og tár'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-5723914690167953645</id><published>2011-08-12T23:38:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T10:25:11.146+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="söngtextar"/><title type='text'>Turn me on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBDiARacBxqgZQ2J8nRb8hxU_jC08dYHsMLOuledYos7lNusgheGRbDTuhOclX5lzOB220Av2XZPTYok4c5malqkHTfEtLMj2j6Zwpe17h8oIsJEZiNg2foZqi38tuwPlBm6hg9HLEGQ/s1600/IMG_1116.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBDiARacBxqgZQ2J8nRb8hxU_jC08dYHsMLOuledYos7lNusgheGRbDTuhOclX5lzOB220Av2XZPTYok4c5malqkHTfEtLMj2j6Zwpe17h8oIsJEZiNg2foZqi38tuwPlBm6hg9HLEGQ/s320/IMG_1116.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Nina Simone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like a flower waiting to bloom&lt;br /&gt;
like a light bulb in a dark room&lt;br /&gt;
I am waiting for you to come home and turn me on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like the desert waiting for rain&lt;br /&gt;
like a school kid waiting for spring&lt;br /&gt;
I am sitting here waiting for you to come back home and turn me on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My poor heart, it&#39;s been so dark&lt;br /&gt;
since you&#39;ve been gone&lt;br /&gt;
after all you&#39;re the one who turned me off&lt;br /&gt;
now you&#39;re the only one that can turn me back on&lt;br /&gt;
uh&lt;br /&gt;
my hi-fi&#39;s waiting for a new tune&lt;br /&gt;
and my glass is waiting for some fresh ice-cubes&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m just sitting here waiting for you to come on&lt;br /&gt;
back home and turn me on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/5723914690167953645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/turn-me-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/5723914690167953645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/5723914690167953645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/turn-me-on.html' title='Turn me on'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBDiARacBxqgZQ2J8nRb8hxU_jC08dYHsMLOuledYos7lNusgheGRbDTuhOclX5lzOB220Av2XZPTYok4c5malqkHTfEtLMj2j6Zwpe17h8oIsJEZiNg2foZqi38tuwPlBm6hg9HLEGQ/s72-c/IMG_1116.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-8226856852176946379</id><published>2011-08-12T23:20:00.004+00:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T10:26:04.247+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="söngtextar"/><title type='text'>Ég hef ekki augun af þér</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIC3cqAxZix_tGGBwdOXGQe8J0zidyxEGGSGdDOWWophhjmjxjhiS5lQ6oRXMdyd431mTBdOZz33gSAkeS7KL-PCESHkjQ-sULhlHm0GB5_6ngczNTCBikM-_Xj-R3JgMz4m90WTk5n7k/s1600/100_2627.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIC3cqAxZix_tGGBwdOXGQe8J0zidyxEGGSGdDOWWophhjmjxjhiS5lQ6oRXMdyd431mTBdOZz33gSAkeS7KL-PCESHkjQ-sULhlHm0GB5_6ngczNTCBikM-_Xj-R3JgMz4m90WTk5n7k/s320/100_2627.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Flytjandi: Sóldögg (hver annar!!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Þú ert of góð handa mér&lt;br /&gt;
ég hef ekki augun af þér&lt;br /&gt;
það væri himneskt að fá&lt;br /&gt;
að snerta þig bara smá&lt;br /&gt;
ástfanginn næstum ég svíf&lt;br /&gt;
og þakka guði mitt líf&lt;br /&gt;
þú ert of góð handa mér&lt;br /&gt;
ég hef ekki augun af þér.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ég stara á þig bara þú&lt;br /&gt;
enginn er fegurri en þú&lt;br /&gt;
ákafann hjartslátt ég finn&lt;br /&gt;
og ég verð orðlaus um sinn&lt;br /&gt;
en ef þér líður sem og mér&lt;br /&gt;
segðu mér þá eins og er&lt;br /&gt;
ég trúi því vart&#39; að þú sért hér&lt;br /&gt;
ég hef ekki augun af þér.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ég elska þig svo&lt;br /&gt;
að ef mér leyfist það&lt;br /&gt;
þá vil ég fá þig&lt;br /&gt;
með mér á næturstað&lt;br /&gt;
ég elska þig svo&lt;br /&gt;
treystu því það er satt&lt;br /&gt;
ó fagra vera þú mættir kynnast mér&lt;br /&gt;
ó fagra vera ég bið þig vertu hér&lt;br /&gt;
ó vertu með mér elskan, vertu með mér.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Þú ert of góð handa mér&lt;br /&gt;
ég hef ekki augun af þér&lt;br /&gt;
það væri himeskt að fá&lt;br /&gt;
að snerta þig bara smá&lt;br /&gt;
ástfanginn næstum ég svíf&lt;br /&gt;
og þakka guði mitt líf&lt;br /&gt;
þú ert oft góð handa mér&lt;br /&gt;
ég hef ekki augun af þér.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ég elska þig svo&lt;br /&gt;
að ef mér leiðist það&lt;br /&gt;
þá vil ég fá þig&lt;br /&gt;
með mér á næturstað&lt;br /&gt;
ég elska þig svo&lt;br /&gt;
treystu því það er satt&lt;br /&gt;
ó fagra vera þú mættir kynnast mér&lt;br /&gt;
ó fagra vera ég bið þig vertu hér&lt;br /&gt;
ég elska þig svo&lt;br /&gt;
treystu því það er satt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ég elska þig svo að mér leiðist það þá vil ég fá þig...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;repeat and Re Pete&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/8226856852176946379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/eg-hef-ekki-augun-af-er.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/8226856852176946379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/8226856852176946379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/eg-hef-ekki-augun-af-er.html' title='Ég hef ekki augun af þér'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIC3cqAxZix_tGGBwdOXGQe8J0zidyxEGGSGdDOWWophhjmjxjhiS5lQ6oRXMdyd431mTBdOZz33gSAkeS7KL-PCESHkjQ-sULhlHm0GB5_6ngczNTCBikM-_Xj-R3JgMz4m90WTk5n7k/s72-c/100_2627.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-3390397416601183699</id><published>2011-08-12T23:00:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T10:25:36.268+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="söngtextar"/><title type='text'>Sjáumst aftur</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;40&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left;&quot; width=&quot;250&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf&quot; /&gt;

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Sjáumst aftur&lt;br /&gt;
Við sjáumst áreiðanlega aftur&lt;br /&gt;
Sjáumst aftur&lt;br /&gt;
Við sjáumst áreiðanlega aftur&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ég var einn og yfirgefinn&lt;br /&gt;
leið hvorki vel né illa&lt;br /&gt;
fannst eins og lífið væri tómt&lt;br /&gt;
þá komst þú eins og engill hingað til mín&lt;br /&gt;
og kenndir mér að öðlast skarpari sýn&lt;br /&gt;
sú kemur tíð er varir okkar mætast&lt;br /&gt;
einmanaleikann sigrað ég get&lt;br /&gt;
Nú veit ég&amp;nbsp;hvað ástin er&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sjáumst aftur&lt;br /&gt;
við sjáumst áreiðanlega aftur&lt;br /&gt;
Sjáumst aftur&lt;br /&gt;
við sjáumst áreiðanlega aftur&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-&quot;&quot;-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Þá komst þú eins og engill ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;

</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/3390397416601183699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/sjaumst-aftur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/3390397416601183699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/3390397416601183699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/sjaumst-aftur.html' title='Sjáumst aftur'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-8218410366507562750</id><published>2011-08-06T12:12:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T12:36:32.728+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="documentaries"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><title type='text'>Yes men fix the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQ5T0j5MyyfyKVkIEO4VNjlyZAQgqnLaTAi8tFmlZRx4_iYF3r9Zy3CK0aed23j3nhwD0PL2jkr8J14wMwQ6HNn36MfQUh64wYCC1XMkefDUtnwzpVsjJhu0-yzXTraS6oSe8KEqenU4/s1600/FixtheWorldatFilmForumOct7-20.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQ5T0j5MyyfyKVkIEO4VNjlyZAQgqnLaTAi8tFmlZRx4_iYF3r9Zy3CK0aed23j3nhwD0PL2jkr8J14wMwQ6HNn36MfQUh64wYCC1XMkefDUtnwzpVsjJhu0-yzXTraS6oSe8KEqenU4/s320/FixtheWorldatFilmForumOct7-20.jpg&quot; width=&quot;247&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Með betri heimildamyndum sem ég hef séð. Tveir ótrúlegir menn með ímyndunarafl og kjark fletta ofan af græðgi og spillingu heimsins með strákslegum prakkarastrikum. Stórskemmtileg og sterk skilaboð á sama tíma, sjaldséð í dag. Myndin er hægt að sækja (löglega) ókeypis hér. 5 stjörnur!&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the best documentaries I&#39;ve seen; two incredible guys with lots of imagination and courage who unreveal the world&#39;s greed and corruption with incredible pranks. Entertaining yet bringing forth a strong message, a rare combination today. 5 stars!&lt;br /&gt;
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The film can be legally downloaded or seen for free from the links below:&lt;br /&gt;
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Torrent (download) version&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://vodo.net/yesmen&quot;&gt;http://vodo.net/yesmen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Youtube version&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OazUh0Ym8rc&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OazUh0Ym8rc&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/8218410366507562750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-men-fix-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/8218410366507562750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/8218410366507562750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-men-fix-world.html' title='Yes men fix the world'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQ5T0j5MyyfyKVkIEO4VNjlyZAQgqnLaTAi8tFmlZRx4_iYF3r9Zy3CK0aed23j3nhwD0PL2jkr8J14wMwQ6HNn36MfQUh64wYCC1XMkefDUtnwzpVsjJhu0-yzXTraS6oSe8KEqenU4/s72-c/FixtheWorldatFilmForumOct7-20.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-5234615088902406957</id><published>2011-08-04T09:44:00.098+00:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T07:40:16.635+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skane"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="svíþjóð"/><title type='text'>Afþreyingar og ferðasögur frá Skáni</title><content type='html'>Fjöldi íslendinga á Skáni er óræð tala en miðað við að bara í Lundi eru um 400 manns mætti áætla að þeir séu vel yfir 1.000 talsins. Þetta eru margar fjölskyldur og einstaklingar sem eflaust hafa flestir áhuga á að skoða landið sitt og næsta umhverfi. Við höfum sjálf verið dugleg að skoða það sem Skánn hefur upp á að bjóða og fundið margar perlur hér og þar og viljum gjarnan deila með okkur og þiggja ábendingar annarra.&amp;nbsp;Þess vegna ætla ég nú að gera tilraun til að &amp;nbsp;safna þessum stöðum saman á eitt sameiginlegt kort sem allir geta skoðað og unnið með.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://maps.google.com/&quot;&gt;Google Maps&lt;/a&gt; er með mjög góða, ókeypis þjónustu þar sem er hægt að safna saman stöðum á kort sem allir geta unnið með. Allir með &#39;Google account&#39;&amp;nbsp;(sama og Gmail reikningur, þeir sem ekki hafa svoleiðis geta opnað slíkan&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.google.com/accounts/NewAccount&quot;&gt;ókeypis hér&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;geta unnið með kortið þ.e.a.s. bætt inn á það stöðum.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;small&gt;Smellið hér:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msa=0&amp;amp;msid=211934124899017917116.0004a9aa3f16ab4d7a8da&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=56.050567,14.210815&amp;amp;spn=1.472553,3.515625&amp;amp;z=8&amp;amp;source=embed&quot; style=&quot;color: blue; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Athyglisvert á Skáni&lt;/a&gt; til að sjá stærra kort og bæta við stöðum!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Notið gjarnan viðeigandi tákn fyrir hvern stað, Google er með nokkur slík tilbúin t.d. sund, veitingahús, skíði o.s.frv. þannig að það sé auðveldara að lesa kortið.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Skrifið gjarnan örstutta lýsingu á staðnum og ekki er verra að láta fylgja smá upplýsingar um það hversu barnvænn staðurinn er þar sem flest okkar eru með stórar barnahersingar sem láta misvel að stjórn.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ferðasögur (bloggfærslur) sem þið hafið skrifað fara líka á kortið en notið þá gjarnan rauðu teiknibóluna &lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://maps.gstatic.com/mapfiles/ms2/micons/red-pushpin.png&quot; style=&quot;width: 16px;&quot; /&gt; til að aðgreina frá stuttu lýsingunum, sjá t.d. sögu okkar frá Mölle. Þannig er auðveldara að finna ferðasögurnar.&lt;/li&gt;
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Ykkur er að sjálfsögðu heimilt að setja á kortið staði utan Skáns en áherslan til að byrja með amk. verður á Suður-Svíþjóð.&lt;br /&gt;
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Svo er bara að sjá hvernig þetta gengur og að sjálfsögðu verður verkefnið endurbætt og fínpússað eftir þörfum. Endilega sendið öllum sem þið þekkið link á þetta verkefni til að sem flestir taki þátt. Ég svara öllum athugasemdum í kommentareitnum hér að neðan.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/5234615088902406957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/skounarvert-skani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/5234615088902406957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/5234615088902406957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/08/skounarvert-skani.html' title='Afþreyingar og ferðasögur frá Skáni'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-279521546015999420</id><published>2011-08-03T14:59:00.004+00:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:07:50.488+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilja Mósesdóttir og skattaparadísið Ísland</title><content type='html'>Ég átti ekki til orð yfir ummælum &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/liljamos&quot;&gt;Lilju Mósesdóttur&lt;/a&gt; sem sagði orðrétt á Facebook um daginn:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;&lt;i&gt;Vandamálið er ekki &quot;glórulaus&quot; skattlagning heldur lág laun í landinu. Skattpíningin svokallaða er minni hér á landi en í Noregi, þangað sem margir Íslendingar flýja í von um betra líf. Hættum að kalla vandamálið röngu nafni!!&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
og var þá að vísa í þessa grein af Mbl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mbl.is/frettir/innlent/2011/08/03/ein_umsokn_eftir_3_auglysingar/&quot;&gt;http://www.mbl.is/frettir/innlent/2011/08/03/ein_umsokn_eftir_3_auglysingar/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Það sauð á mér að hagfræðingur og stjórnmálakona gæti látið nokkuð svona fara út úr sínum munni og mér tókst ekki að hætta að hugsa um þetta þar til ég settist niður og svaraði henni:&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Lilja, hræsni þín er hreint ótrúleg og upp í huga minn kemur setning Marie Antoinette sem sagði fólkinu að éta kökur á meðan það dó úr hungri fyrir framan hallardyrnar. Þú ert ekki mikið skárri sem segir fólk vera fífl að &quot;flýja&quot; til Noregs af því það haldi að allt sé betra þar, svona bara segir maður ekki! Það er nákvæmlega þessi hræsni þinna líka sem nú sitja í ríkisstjórn sem gerir að verkum að ég hef ekki minnsta áhuga á að flytja til baka til Íslands svo og aðrir hér í Svíþjóð. Jafnvel námsmenn sem sífellt fleiri ákveða að fresta heimför vegna þess að þeir hafa það betra á námsstyrkjum hér en venjlegri vinnu á Íslandi.&lt;br /&gt;
Það er ágætt að þú getir sofnað á kvöldin vitandi að OECD segir fólkið í landinu lifa í skattaparadís og hafa það svo frábærlega fínt að það bara geri sér ekki grein fyrir því. Góður stjórnmálamaður myndi rýna í tölurnar og reyna að komast að því hvers vegna lýðurinn er ekki sammála. Líttu á launaumslögin og hversdagslíf Íslendinga og berðu það saman við nágrannaríkin. Ég borga ca. 30% í skatt að meðaltali og jafnvel enn minna ef við tökum með jaðarskattsáhrif. Hæsta skattþrep, 55% er um 2x hærra en á Íslandi og nýlega fjallaði ríkisstjórn Svíþjóðar um að fella niður hátekjuskatt vegna þess að hann er ekki nema um 0,5% af heildarskatttekjum. Svona lagað eiga hagfræðingar að vita! Ég fæ 30% endurgreitt af *öllum* vaxtagjöldum hvort sem lánin eru fyrir húsnæði, húsbíl eða bara eldstæði í stofunni. Leikskólagjöldin eru um 20.000/mán og barnabæturnar greiða þær alveg upp. Bætur eru ekki tekjutengdar þ.a. jafnvel þó ég sé í fullri vinnu fáum við þetta allt óskert. Vegna þess að hér á Norðurlöndunum er það talin dyggð að borga skatta og hún er verðlaunuð með því að gefa til baka, ekki refsa með einhverjum vinnuletjandi bótaþökum. Ég gæti endalaust talið upp kosti skatta- og bótakerfisins hérna en þessi dæmi að ofan segja það sem segja þarf.&lt;br /&gt;
Og kerfið er ennþá betra í Noregi - landið sem þú segir vera skatthærra en Ísland. Ég legg til að þú skoðir betur staðreyndir málsins áður en þú kemur með fleipur eins og þessar.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Svar Lilju var að lokum:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Davíð Björn - þú getur auðvita haldið því fram sem þig langar til en tölur og staðreyndir tala einfaldlega sínu máli. Kynntu þér endilega þetta:&lt;br /&gt;
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enda verður einhver að svara þessum manni sem talar með rassgatinu og ber saman Ísland við Norðurlöndin eins og þau væru alveg eins... Já það er rétt að bensínverðið er lægst á Íslandi EN... á Norðurlöndunum er líka miklu miklu öflugra samgöngukerfi, það er lykilatriðið! Hér er hægt að hjóla út um allt - innanbæjar og milli bæja þess vegna, strætókerfið er nánast gallalaust og svo eru lestarnar fyrir borgarflakkið. Hér líða stundum nokkrir dagar þar sem bíllinn er ekki snertur. Já og veistu hvað, þú færð meira að segja skattafrádrátt ef þú notar almenningssamgöngur til að komast í vinnuna. Rakaðu þig með því Steingrímur!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Námskeiðið er saga út af fyrir sig en einn af hápunktunum var þessi frábæri guðfræðingur og psykoterapisti frá Smálöndunum,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rommedahl.nu/&quot;&gt;Egon Rommedahl&lt;/a&gt; sem talaði í þrjá klukkutíma um heimspeki og siðfræði. Hann var ekki með eina einustu glæru og lifði sig algjörlega inn í efnið með skemmtilegum vangaveltum m.a. um sjálfsmyndina, móral, þjóðfélagið, samfélagið... efni sem er auðvelt að svæfa salinn með ef frásagnarstíllinn er ekki góður.&amp;nbsp;Undir lokin voru allar hendur á lofti í líflegum umræðum um klassísk efni eins og &quot;hvað er hamingja&quot; og ef markmið Egons var að skilja eftir fleiri spurningar en svör í lok fyrirlestrarins þá tókst það algjörlega. Núna ætla ég að fletta í gegnum heimasíðuna hans og sjá hvort ekki sé hægt að finna meira efni eftir hann.&lt;br /&gt;
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Egon tipsaði okkur auk þess um aðrar góðar lesningar og af virðingu við frábæran fyrirlesara ætla ég að skoða það líka. Þetta voru m.a. &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torbj%C3%B6rn_T%C3%A4nnsj%C3%B6&quot;&gt;Torbjörn Tännsjö&lt;/a&gt;, heimspekingur frá Stokkhólmi og&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Singer&quot;&gt;Peter Singer&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- líka heimspekingur - sem ku hafa skrifað&amp;nbsp;mjög athyglisverða bók um fátækt heimsins og ábyrgð vesturheims - &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Life_You_Can_Save&quot;&gt;The life you can save&lt;/a&gt;&quot; sem hefur m.a. legið á náttborði (Microsoft) Gates hjónanna.&lt;br /&gt;
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Það voru margar góðar ábendingar en áhugaverðast af öllu var ábending um sérstakan sænskan leikhúshóp sem hefur slegið í gegn á nokkrum árum -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gladahudikteatern.se/&quot;&gt;Glada Hudik teatern&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Best er að láta &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gladahudikteatern.se/show/object.asp?oid=316&quot;&gt;stutt vieoklipp&lt;/a&gt; segja alla söguna...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/5063806860591779693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/05/frabr-fyrirlesari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/5063806860591779693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/5063806860591779693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/05/frabr-fyrirlesari.html' title='Frábær fyrirlesari'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-951065168652509956</id><published>2011-04-05T13:37:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:37:52.030+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Íslenskan er heftandi</title><content type='html'>Að læra ný orð í tungumáli er með því mest lærdómsríka sem ég hef kynnst. Það er bara orðið heldur aukinn skilningur á heiminum, fólkinu sem býr í honum og hvernig það hugsar og upplifir heiminn.&lt;br /&gt;
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Í dag kafaði ég ofan í orðið &quot;idealism&quot; (á ensku) og lærði heilmargt nýtt. Þetta orð er ekki til í íslensku og er gott dæmi um það hvernig tungumálið getur verið heftandi. Aldrei nokkurn tíma aftur mun ég gagnrýna tungumálakennslu í grunnskóla en kannski mætti í leiðinni reyna að sýna börnum fram á þetta litla mikilvæga atriði sem ég er að uppgötva núna, 35 ára gamall?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/951065168652509956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/04/islenskan-er-heftandi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/951065168652509956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/951065168652509956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2011/04/islenskan-er-heftandi.html' title='Íslenskan er heftandi'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-7776545897934311040</id><published>2010-12-01T22:43:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:03:05.649+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="söngtextar"/><title type='text'>Geta pabbar ekki grátið</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Eitt lítið tár læðist niður kinnina þína&lt;br /&gt;
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Allir að dást að því hvað þú sért stór og &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;sterkur&lt;br /&gt;
kinkað kolli og klappað hraustlega á bak&lt;br /&gt;
ef þú svo dettur og meiðir þig máttu ekki gráta&lt;br /&gt;
það er sko merki um dugleysi og aumingja&lt;br /&gt;
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Mölle er lítill smábær í norðvesturhluta Skåne og liggur þarna eins og títiprjónshaus á &lt;b&gt;Kullaberg&lt;/b&gt;, einstaklega fallegri hálfeyju sem einkennist af klettabelti upp úr sjónum og fallegt&amp;nbsp;útsýni yfir Eyrarsund til Norður-Sjálands. Framan af var þetta sænskur fiskibær en samhliða sumarfrísréttindum verkalýðsins og tilkomu lestarsamganga fór sænska miðstéttin að bregða sér á fót til vinsælla dvalarstaða þar sem Mölle stóð upp úr vegna baðmöguleika og náttúrufegurðar. Í Mölle þróaðist um 1880 eitt fyrsta sameiginlega strandbað Svíþjóðar þar sem bæði kynin gátu svamlað saman. Eins og við var að búast þróaðist eitt alræmdasta syndahreiður landsins upp úr þeirri menningu og elsta fólk glottir enn yfir gömlum minningum úr &quot;&lt;i&gt;syndens näste&lt;/i&gt;&quot;. Hótel spruttu upp eins og gorkúlur og póstkort bárust til allra horna Evrópu og hin evrópska miðstéttarinnar sem nú stórefnaðist með tilkomu iðnbyltingarinnar (sérstaklega í Svíþjóð sem aðeins 100 árum fyrr var með fátækari löndum Evrópu) tók ekki síður eftir þessum nýfrjálsa sænska baðstrandakúltúr. Þjóðverjar og Danir voru jafnvel fleiri en Svíarnir sjálfir. Hægt var að taka beina lest frá Berlín til smábæjarins Mölle og þýski flotinn sást reglulega við strendur bæjarins. Fyrstu kvikmyndir Svíþjóðar voru teknar upp í bænum, svarthvítar og þöglar. Með Fyrri heimsstyrjöldinni og tilkomu nasismans dró úr þessum farandstúrisma en Svíar sátu eftir og gera enn þó með öðrum formerkjum en þá.&lt;br /&gt;
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Við vorum dolfallin strax og við keyrðum inn í bæinn. Ströndin til vinstri, ljósrauðir og trjágrónir klettaveggir til hægri og allt þar á milli ævintýrakennd hús með einstaklega fallegum og velhirtum görðum. Þetta var eins og að keyra inn í lítinn bæ í Legolandi og furðuðum okkur á því hvernig við gátum hafa misst af þessu í næstum 3 ár! Við byrjuðum á því að rúnta í gegnum bæinn og sáum að hann iðaði allur af litlu Lego-fólki með ís í hendi. Við höfnina blasti við óðalsetur bæjarins, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.grand-molle.se/&quot;&gt;Grand Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;sem minnir óneitanlega á Neuschwanstein kastalann í Bæjaralandi Þýskalands. Við ákváðum að drepa hungur vort á trésvölum hótelsins. Eyrún Birna fann sjálf upp á eigin skemmtun þar sem hinu ímynduðu vinir úr Astrid-Lindgren ættarbálknum voru allir samankomnir til að halda henni félagsskap, meira að segja hesturinn hennar Línu!&lt;br /&gt;
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Síðan gengum við í gegnum þorpið og myndavélin var rauðglóandi þar sem við skutum til allra átta falleg hús- og húsaskot, garða, blómarunna og útsýnisstaði. Sjaldan höfum við upplifað jafnmörg &quot;Kodak-moment&quot; á einum stað. Það er augljóst hvað lífeyrisstéttin í Mölle hefur fundið sér að gera í frítíma sínum, garðarnir og jafnvel framgarðar húsanna voru hreint ótrúlegir. Við veltum því fyrir okkur hvort það væri ekki bara eldra fólkið sem byggi í þessum bæ enda ólíklegt að unga fólkið myndi endast til lengdar í þessum með eindæmum rólega og kyrrláta bæ. Við sáum engin merki um atvinnusköpun annað en ferðamannaþjónustu og smábátaútgerð.&lt;br /&gt;
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Þegar við loks komum niður að höfninni gengum við framhjá &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hotelkullaberg.se/&quot;&gt;Hotel Kullaberg&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;sem var glæsilegt að utan, hvítt og tignarlegt tveggja hæða tréhús eins og þau gerast flottust í Svíþjóð. Ekki var það síðra innandyra þar sem mér leið eins og ég væri kominn í gamla sænska kvikmynd frá 1950. Algjörlega ólýsanlegt andrúmsloft og ég ætla ekki einu sinni að reyna að blogga um það en ég geri kannski tilraun þegar við erum búin að borða og gista þar, nokkrum árum og launaseðlum síðar! Við röltum áfram niður að smábátahöfninni og fengum okkur drykki á lítilli búllu sem ég og Eyrún Birna höldum að hafi verið gamalt sjóræningjabæli. Það var gott að svala þorstanum í næstum 30 stiga hita. Þarna sátum við og virtum fyrir okkur skútur og smábátana sem, alveg eins og fyrir 100 árum síðan, voru mest megnis frá Danmörku og Þýskalandi. Aftan við smábátahöfnina blöstu svo við hlíðar bæjarins þar sem áðurnefnt Grand Hotel stendur hærra öðrum húsum og vakir yfir bænum eins og fálki á klettasyllu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Við héldum að við værum búin að sjá það mesta og héldum til baka að bílnum þegar við sáum að fólk streymdi eins og mauralína fram og til baka frá lítilli vík, rétt norðan við bæinn. Við komumst fljótlega að því að við vorum bara búin að sjá helminginn og þegar við vorum komin framhjá litlu skógarhliði blasti við okkur baðparadís þar sem börn og fullorðnir nutu þess að kæla sig í hitanum. Þetta er án efa fallegasta baðvík sem ég hef séð hér í Svíþjóð!&amp;nbsp;Ströndin sjálf er gerð af steinum og um 10m bryggja gengur út í sjóinn sem er 2-5m djúpur og rysjóttur í öldugangnum.&amp;nbsp;Lítil og hugguleg barnasundlaug gerir þetta að hinum fjölskylduvænasta stað. Mig var farið að þyrsta allverulega eftir góðri sundstund eftir nokkurra daga hvíld eftir Helsingborgsundið nokkrum dögum áður og var því alsæll að komast í sjóinn. Með sundgleraugun þétt yfir augunum synti ég út í og kafaði niður og komst að því að þarna voru nýjar verur sem ég hef ekki áður heilsað á sjávarbotninum. Eyrúnu Birnu fannst þetta &quot;of mikið vatn&quot; og fór því með móður sinni í öruggu barnalaugina þar sem hún naut sín vel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eftir góðan dag keyrðum við til baka, agndofin yfir uppgötvun dagsins, og stoppuðum stutt í Höganäs þar sem við snæddum kvöldverð við höfnina og Ásta með sitt ótrúlega matarþor prufaði &quot;helstekt spätta&quot; og kom okkur öllum á óvart þar sem útlitið á þessari sjómannasteik var nú ekki beisið en innihaldið betra.&lt;br /&gt;
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Þá var bara eftir að setjast í bílinn og keyra heim. Eyrún Birna sönglaði sínar seinustu vakandi mínútur við ævintýri Emils í geislaspilaranum og rotaðist svo með sælusvip á munninum. Fljótlega mun ég svo segja frá degi tvö á Skáni, ferð okkar til suðurstrandarinnar...&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/4478647613013323853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2010/07/tveir-dagar-skani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/4478647613013323853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/4478647613013323853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2010/07/tveir-dagar-skani.html' title='Tveir dagar á Skáni'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_iCihozyRl4GseTRZhWFvg3UALwHneL7adc2OB4sJsJ47vD_o2RjZQphrjsKo4wIm4oOKU5nYtdKj5lyoxSWAWLRF7XmJ91MOMFH-3Ur2EEHNVLVbG1qQzyvL2u7tDk2ZnlKmypg5gQ/s72-c/molle_kullen_1a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-2420685906469769998</id><published>2010-07-18T14:45:00.006+00:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:45:46.991+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="öresund"/><title type='text'>Hero for a day</title><content type='html'>It all started at 6:45. Asta woke me up and told me to check the weather. The evening before we got two completely different forecasts where one was sunny and the other predicted a thunderstorm.&amp;nbsp;My tired feet would barely move out of bed since the night had been hot and my stomach excited, preventing a good nights sleep. Then I heard the sounds of a thunderstorm and it became obvious that we were having problems. Lightnings lit up the sky so the planned swim-off at 9:00 was now a thing of the past. As the storm cleared up I called captain Allan in Helsingborg who was skeptical because of dark clouds and poor visibility. &quot;It&#39;s your life mate&quot; he said. Later he told me the local sailors where calling me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Well, luck turned to my favor as the forecast predicted the storm would be gone sooner than later and the weather would stay warm, though cloudy. So I woke up Maiwand, my potential lifesaver, and we drove off to Helsingborg unsure of the&amp;nbsp;swimming&amp;nbsp;conditions. As we arrived at 11 o&#39; clock the sky was more clear but it was windy and I noticed tough waves were on the sea. We met Allan for the first time and he was not much unlike the crocodile dundee I had imagined. I immediately felt great trust in his tad worried though comforting voice when he asked me if I was sure. He warned me of the huge ferries constantly crossing the sound, big waves and that the weather conditions could change pretty fast. Later I realized he was putting all his effort into ensuring I understood what was to expect - like a real, considerate captain of his crew. Still my daughter Eyrun Birna thought he was a pirate. Good one though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;We decided it would be best to sail out as seeing is believing. Surprisingly the waves were not as harsh as they seemed from the coast and the water temperature was pretty good. After a few minutes of struggling with my by now almost terrified mind I decided to dip in and swim to coast to see if this would be the day or not. I thought about my kids in the boat and how much inspiration a journey like this would be for them, especially my son. I felt ready and definitely not like throwing away months of preparation. And so I started my clock and jumped in again. As I lost sight of the sandy bottom I felt some shivering down my spine and got reminded of the 34m depth coming. I wondered how many creatures would be lusting for my tasteful toes from below... I tried to sooth my self with Allan&#39;s words, he had said earlier that he hadn&#39;t seen any jellyfish yet. This was not the time to think, just swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;So I swam for about 35 minutes when they gave me a signal to stop because of a cargo ship passing trough. Allan said I had reached 1/3 of the destination point and I was very happy with my timing as my plan was to reach Denmark in 90-120 minutes. I had some juice and fruity chocolate and continued swimming. I didn&#39;t encounter a single living creature but I did feel some sea weed tickling my body. It was a little disgusting but I was relieved every time I found out it wasn&#39;t a tentacle of my worst enemy - the jellyfish. Actually I was surprised how quickly I became used to looking into the dark water. The sparse sunlight cast some beams down so there was a fading green gradient more than complete darkness. I guess my visibility was somewhere between 2 and 3 meters. Having earplugs and a cap tight over my head I could only hear the buzz of the deep water and so I felt very alone even though the boat was following me like my own shadow. Every now and then I would see some small, strange objects floating around but they always turned out to be &quot;leaves of the ocean&quot; and I decided I was alone in the water. Later it turned out I was wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Another train of cargo ships and another pause to wait them by. The pause was a little too long though as I started shivering from cold so I started swimming as soon as possible. That&#39;s when I felt my strokes were becoming less efficient and my arms heavier. My shoulders were starting to ache and I felt a headache slowly escalating. The waves were getting bigger but on the positive side the danish coastline was now visible and Kronborg castle rose out in the horizon. I estimated I had passed 3/4 of the route and the time was somewhere at 1:15. I had decided early on to swim at constant speed and save the last glycogen molecules in my day-before-pasta-stuffed-liver for the last kilometer. As I would very soon find out that was a smart plan. The boat-crew told me I was swimming too much to the right (north) but as much as I tried to stay leftwards we found out I had drifted at least 0,5km to north. At the same time I felt the water getting cooler and realized I was being engulfed by some new current. I swam for another 30 minutes but every time I looked the coastline simply wouldn&#39;t come closer. Everyone on the boat was now cheering me with applause and gestures and I thought &quot;ok, they know something&#39;s wrong!&quot;. I got a faint of hope as I started seeing some white spots passing by just below me and I thought it must be a glimpse of the white shells on the ocean floor meaning I was getting closer to shallow waters. I stopped and Allan told me the honest truth - it was 10m deep and I was not making any progress. Asta even added it was as if I was swimming backwards! At that moment I didn&#39;t know about this very strong current near Kronborg which allegedly has caused some previous swimmers to give up at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;It was 1000m to land and I could clearly see the beach and feel the scent of Tuborg in the air. I remember many thoughts going through my head at that point, like all the people who had said or hinted to me that I would never be able to make it. Especially the journalist in Helsingborg who had started interviewing me with his iPhone and photographing and then slowly backing away obviously thinking &quot;he&#39;ll never make it!&quot;. For me this was a perfect opportunity to turn irritation into physical energy! I thought about how happy I would be walking the beach with victory in my heart. And how happy Asta would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;And so I synchronized every single cell in my body for the last strokes and started swimming again. Alternately crawling and breast-swimming, speeding like an African animal fleeing from a pond of crocodiles, I did indeed make some progress and I could see the houses on the beach coming closer again. I felt more relaxed and balanced than I had thought I would be in this situation. Cold and tired I remembered reading how the mind can play tricks when getting too cold and when I thought I was seeing waves of sand passing below me I wasn&#39;t sure if I was hallucinating or actually seeing the first real sign of land. The clock read 2:10 and I gave in all I had left. I had passed Kronborg on my left and I now saw two french-looking tourists on the sand wondering if the water was good enough to dip their toes. The water started getting warmer and I actually saw black patches of grass passing by and I knew this was it. Soon it was too shallow for the boat and within minutes... I was standing on the beach, my body stiff and cold but with wide nostrils and a big smile. No fireworks or champagne bottles but inside my heart the biggest ever feeling of victory I&#39;ve felt. The clock showed 2:22 and I knew that meant I had hit some hard currents. But I made it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I got back to the boat and we were back to Helsingborg in 5 minutes. Five minutes of ecstacy, back with my family, friends and pirate Allan. And that&#39;s when Allan told me of the &quot;scandinavian dolphins&quot; they had encountered just a few meters away from me. They&#39;re called&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Tumlare&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and hell I wasn&#39;t prepared for any creature bigger than my own head and I can imagine I would have totally panicked on seeing them!!! But as it turned out I passed them unknowingly with just a few meters distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;This is the wildest adventure of my life and I have the feeling it won&#39;t be the last one. I have thought about the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theswimforsingapore.com/faq.html&quot;&gt;English channel&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;but now that I have &quot;seen to believe&quot; I truly understand why only 40% of those who try it actually get all the way. But I&#39;ve learned from my Öresund swimming that setting goals and pursuiting them is one of the most fun and rewarding things to do in life. The preparation time has surprised me with lots of new wisdom about my mental and physical barriers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Thank you so much everyone who helped me make this possible, my wife and kids, emergency-physician and college Maiwand and captain and crocodile dundee Allan who was the best of the best. Thank you also my&amp;nbsp;good friend Geir Þórhallsson who helped me training, Andreas Nordestad (chairman of Helsingborg båtförening) who found me a boat and finally Claes Thorell in Helsingborg who gave me helpful tips, being an experienced swimmer himself. Until next time folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;embed type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; src=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf&quot; width=&quot;600&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; flashvars=&quot;host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FDavid.Thorisson%2Falbumid%2F5495260477412458865%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US&quot; pluginspage=&quot;http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/2420685906469769998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2010/07/hero-for-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/2420685906469769998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/2420685906469769998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2010/07/hero-for-day.html' title='Hero for a day'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-6585669330208227044</id><published>2010-07-16T21:34:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T07:49:51.826+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Denmark here I come!</title><content type='html'>After a year of preparation and months of training, tomorrow is D-day, day when I invade Denmark by sea. The strike will incidentally happen at their most precious fortress, &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kronborg&quot;&gt;Kronborg slot&lt;/a&gt;, where the Danes dominated the narrowest point of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%98resund&quot;&gt;Öresund&lt;/a&gt;, the sound between Denmark and Sweden. I will start off from either northern or southern Helsingborg.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGR631GmB5SKvdCRuTOC5RVxzw-rQ8EubPx4iLk7_lNcaNLTi7xYVxTtmLElhBdP8O7dVq-dqFmjvgmL_QO789ainw3bFljH4s9WWQQLj9UwESZ43vzuqdg-9O2FbasG2LPAbY83YEKs/s1600/simroute.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;513&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGR631GmB5SKvdCRuTOC5RVxzw-rQ8EubPx4iLk7_lNcaNLTi7xYVxTtmLElhBdP8O7dVq-dqFmjvgmL_QO789ainw3bFljH4s9WWQQLj9UwESZ43vzuqdg-9O2FbasG2LPAbY83YEKs/s640/simroute.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The route is ca 4,5km long but depending on sea currents, which can be very strong in that narrow sound, I will swim in a circular path&amp;nbsp;totaling&amp;nbsp;maybe 6-7km. The forecast is excellent; ca 25&#39; and northbound wind at 3-4m/s which paradoxically will make the sea current northbound also. Maximum depth is 30m and I expect sea&amp;nbsp;temperature&amp;nbsp;of about 15&#39; out in the middle but ca 20&#39; near the coast.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are some obstacles I will encounter. The sea temperature normally is enemy #1 in open water swimming as it sneaks upon you behind your back. The swimmer can easily miss the first symptoms like shivering because of rigorous body exercise. Then confusion will set in and from there on it&#39;s just a downward spiral. That&#39;s why a navigator is&amp;nbsp;necessary&amp;nbsp;to check the state of the swimmer every now and then. At minimal temperature of 15&#39; I don&#39;t expect this to be a problem and will even skip the&amp;nbsp;ceremony&amp;nbsp;of smearing my body with&amp;nbsp;Vaseline. Fortunately for my accompanying navigator!&lt;br /&gt;
Then there&#39;s the aforementioned currents which can easily throw me off route and for good. That&#39;s where I trust on months of endurance training since the only thing to do is to swim harder.&lt;br /&gt;
The third obstacle is actually my biggest fear; my mind! At 30m depth it&#39;s easy to imagine all kinds of creatures lurking in the deep, watching you from below. Although a little more relaxed&amp;nbsp;after studying the marinology of Öresund - knowing about the disgusting jellyfish just 3-4m below the surface is enough to make me not want to put my feet more down than so that I can see them! And I just got this tip today about these brainless &quot;midges of the sea&quot; - &amp;nbsp;wear&amp;nbsp;swim glasses&amp;nbsp;because if you get them in your eyes it&#39;s all over! They burn lightly, especially if the get in your face. But you probably won&#39;t feel it until you&#39;re out of the water. But you&#39;ll definitely see them when they suddenly appear all around you with their meter long tentacles!&lt;br /&gt;
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To my comfort I will have a boat and an Australian crocodile&amp;nbsp;dundee&amp;nbsp;on board&amp;nbsp;to navigate me and be my escape route in case of serious problems. A college of mine from the emergency department will also be&amp;nbsp;on board&amp;nbsp;- he hoped that he&#39;d be able to put aside his sea-sickness in case of emergencies! And then my dear family will be&amp;nbsp;on board&amp;nbsp;throwing&amp;nbsp;at me chocolate and drinks and probably cheering me although I won&#39;t hear them because of head cap and earplugs. Here&#39;s a photo of same boat type:&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a relatively short route compared to the other &quot;big ones&quot;. The English channel is 34km and is said to be the Mount Everest of open water swimming. But for me it&#39;s the first one, the longest ever and the darkest - unless Öresund ocean floor is lit up. It will be a physical as well as a mental challenge and honestly I don&#39;t know which way it will go. I might have to break because of strong currents or it might turn out to be much easier than I think. It&#39;s like entering a deep forest, not knowing at all what to expect. I do expect though hot chocolate and even a Tuborg if I manage to the danish side. And heck I&#39;ll be proud as a little kid having just made it&#39;s&amp;nbsp;first bicycle ride!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/6585669330208227044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-year-of-preparation-and-months-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/6585669330208227044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/6585669330208227044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-year-of-preparation-and-months-of.html' title='Denmark here I come!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEGR631GmB5SKvdCRuTOC5RVxzw-rQ8EubPx4iLk7_lNcaNLTi7xYVxTtmLElhBdP8O7dVq-dqFmjvgmL_QO789ainw3bFljH4s9WWQQLj9UwESZ43vzuqdg-9O2FbasG2LPAbY83YEKs/s72-c/simroute.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-7659704383822782654</id><published>2010-05-11T12:20:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:03:24.198+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Why US is in crisis...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Israeli doctor says &#39;Medicine in my country is so advanced that we can take a kidney out of one man, put it in another, and have him looking for work in six weeks.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A German doctor says &#39;That is nothing; we can take a lung out of one person, put it in another, and have him looking for work in four weeks.The Russian doctor says &#39;In my country, medicine is so advanced that we can take half a heart out of one person, put it in another, and have them both looking for work in two weeks.&#39;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;An American Texas doctor, not to be outdone, says &#39;You guys are way behind, we recently took a man with no brains out of Texas, put him in the White House for eight years, and now half the country is looking for work.&#39;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Everybody loves the Bush jokes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush finds his name -&lt;i&gt;George sucks&lt;/i&gt;- pissed all over the White house&amp;nbsp;steps and has the CIA investigate.&amp;nbsp;Upon uncovering the guilty party they give Bush the good news, George&amp;nbsp;its Dick Cheney&#39;s DNA but the bad news is...it&#39;s Laura&#39;s handwriting.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/7659704383822782654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-us-is-in-crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/7659704383822782654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/7659704383822782654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-us-is-in-crisis.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-5844847662940936438</id><published>2010-05-04T12:13:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T12:14:13.805+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interesting"/><title type='text'>Eeeeh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty&amp;nbsp; uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig&amp;nbsp; to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn&#39;t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rgh it pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/feeds/5844847662940936438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2010/05/eeeeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/5844847662940936438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6891653768901620375/posts/default/5844847662940936438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hrafnaspark.blogspot.com/2010/05/eeeeh.html' title='Eeeeh?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025209991541600819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891653768901620375.post-5624892285733919245</id><published>2010-04-17T12:29:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:32:26.140+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="menning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tónlist"/><title type='text'>The other woman - Nina Simone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8e/Nina_Simone14.JPG/800px-Nina_Simone14.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;215&quot; src=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8e/Nina_Simone14.JPG/800px-Nina_Simone14.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ekki er hún fríð blessuð konan en fallega syngur hún. Fædd 1933 í Norður-Karolínu og lést í París 2003. Nina Simone skilur eftir sig ótal lög sem, sökum raddar sinnar, sumir hata - en aðrir elska. En það er einmitt röddin sem gerir hana svo sérstaka. Hrjúf eins og sandpappír, töfrandi eins og perla á hafsbotni. Þegar þú hefur kynnst henni er ekki hægt annað en að elska hana enda vekur hún tilfinningar söngtextans til lífs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nina Simone lifði með &quot;bipolar&quot; sjúkdóm allt sitt líf, &amp;nbsp;þunglynd og manísk til skiptis. Að lifa þannig án nútíma þunglyndislyfja hlýtur að hafa verið helvíti á jörðu. Engu að síður tókst henni &amp;nbsp;að skilja eftir sig um 40 upptökur og milljónir aðdáenda út um allan heim.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nina Simone er sviðsnafnið hennar sem hún notaði til þess að móðir hennar kæmist ekki að því að hún væri að syngja &quot;tónlist djöfulsins&quot; á klúbbunum.&amp;nbsp;Nina er úr spænsku og þýðir &quot;lítil stelpa&quot; en kærasti hennar notaði þetta sem gælunafn.&lt;br /&gt;
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Því miður er ekki til mikið af góðum myndböndum með henni á Youtube, þau eru flest af Ronnie Scott&#39;s jazzklúbbnum í London þar sem hún söng oft á efri árum, ekki beint hennar besta mynd þar sem hún situr sveitt, nokkuð bústin og augljóslega lífslamin... en röddin er hennar aðalsmerki. Hugur minn hverfur langt langt í burtu til annarra tíma og veralda í hvert einasta skipti sem ég hlusta á hana. Ég gladdist því að sjá að árið 2012 er væntanleg kvikmynd um ævi Ninu. Blessuð sé minning hennar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Að lokum einn gullmoli, &quot;&lt;b&gt;the other woman&lt;/b&gt;&quot;. Sökktu þér í lagið og leyfðu huganum að fljóta langt langt í burt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The other woman finds time to manicure her nails&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The other woman is perfect where her rival fails&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And she&#39;s never seen with pin curls in her hair&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The other woman enchantes her clothes with French perfume&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are never toys that&#39;s scattered everywhere&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And when her baby comes to call&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He&#39;ll find her waiting like a lonesome queen&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cos when she&#39;s by his side&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It&#39;s such a change from old routine&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The other woman will never have his love to keep&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And as the years go by the other woman&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Will spend her life alone&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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