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Noen ganger møter man eksepsjonele mennesker på tur. en slik en satt i
liten travel agency bu på den lille øya placencia i belize. jeg skulle
bare inn å bestille en flybillett men ble sittende på kontoret å prate
resten av dagen. hun hadde et behagelig rolig vesen og det skinnte av
øynene hennes. selv har ikke frihet til å reise, men bruker
arbeidsdagen sin på organisere reiser land og strand rundt for andre.
hun ville vite om norge og alle andre steder jeg hadde vært. hennes
drøm i livet var å bygge opp en kirke. hun hadde allerede kjøpt et
lite stykke land. selv hadde hun levd et liv i desperasjon inntil hun
hadde funnet Gud. Hun hadde festet og fartet og hadde ikke roen i
kroppen. Hun prøvde å frelse meg også der jeg satt. Ba for meg gjorde hun og. og
. Fint det. Hadde ikke noe imot det. Så sendte hun meg dette som George Carlin har
skrevet. han er en nylig avdødd amerikansk komiker fra Saturday Night
Live, mest kjent for svart humor og provokative tekster.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Jesus_is_coming.._Look_Busy_(George_Carlin).jpg

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings
but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less
judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less
wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too
little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too
tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing
the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more
copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and
small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses,
but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality,
one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from
cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in
the stockroom.
A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when
you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not
going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe,
because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is
the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a
cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones,
but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it
comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person
will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the
precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the
moments that take our breath away.

If you don't send this to 1 million people....Who cares? Just kidding!

George Carlin

wow - thats awesome

after doing guatemala we came to a totally new country that was called belize and it is like very poor, and the people are kind of black and rastalooking like and the beaches are just - amaazing. the place is weird but still kinda cool. everything goes like really slow and there's so few peeple here and they live in ruins or something but still they are like - you know - nice to you and all, and the newyearsparty was just, wow man, just totally awesome.

americans are like very noticable around here, because they like to talk very loud and they speak alot, without stop but they never speak about interesting things. its like they dont speak about like totally uninteresting things either, its just like they just use alot of words about things that kind of doesnt need to be said. alot of fake smiles and fucking bullshit smalltalk. from montana on holiday with there parents in law, hanging with the rastaguys totally stone. but I mean they are still kind of nice to you and all so its not like i am complaining or anything.

Its Newyearsday Man

Nyttaaarsaften ble feiret med bar til bar runde med Alice og hennes
homies. Hun er en 35 aar gammel dame med 3 voksne barn. To av dem med
samme far. Alle har bodd hos henne og hun har oppdratt de sjoel aa
faatt de paa skole. Alice er det greit aa vaere kompis med for hun
kjenner alle her og har respekt paa gata. Det er egentlig bare en gate
paa denne halvoeya. I tillegg til en gangsti langs stranda. Langs
gangstien treffer du turistene, strandbarer, restauranter salgsboder
og saann. Her ligger ogsaa restaurantene og guesthousene. Paa gata
innafor er det litt mer shabby, men litt mer spennende. Her henger
fiskerne og folk flest. Byen er saapaass liten at etter noen dager
kjenner man igjen folk og man har faatt seg noen kompiser.

Paa natta omformes hovedgata til "pusherstreet". Det er ikke akkurat
Baltimoretilstander men det henger dudere paa hvert hjoerne.
Alice har sagt at hvis noen proever seg paa noe saa er det bare aa si
at Alice vil komme aa banke dem opp. Alice er bittelita og gaar kledd
som en gutt. Lang hvit t-skjorte og dongerishorts. Hun minner meg
om Snoop i the Wire. De fleste jentene ellers her ser man ikke saa mye til. De
blir tidlig gravide og etter at de har foeda noen unger med
forskjellige menn saa har de nok aa holde paa med. Kan ikke henge paa
barene og i gatene da. De virker veldig lite selvstendige aa lar seg
kua av machogutta. Det betyr ogsaa at man skal vaere litt forsiktig
med aa prate med dem uten "tillatelse". Men saann er det jo i
Baatsfjord og.

Saa igaar var det guida bar til bar runde med Alice og hennes homies.
Alle drikker "Stout", bayer versjon av det lokale oelet. Det koster
10-20 kroner for en flaske saa det er ikke sinnsykt billig. De har en
litt spesiell maate og danse paa her, spesielt etter nok Stouts. Det
skal jeg ikke proeve aa beskrive men de fleste har vel sett
Rap-videoer paa MTV. Det gir deg et lite bilde.

Det ble en lang kveld, men i dag er formen paa topp. Moette Alice paa
gata isted. Ey'Man whassup? Hun var igang med dagens foerste stout
allerede. Kan ikke ha vaert mye soevn paa henne. Men som hun sa,
Ey'man its newyearsday man.