gwiz665's awesome texas adventure (Blog Post)

It's day one, it's really really hot. But I managed to avoid jet lag so far. Probably sleeping soon.

It took forever to get through customs and security, not because there were any problems, just many people. I like it here, everything is big.. even me. 

We shopped at khoks, or something like that.. boy, do I like khoks. Hmmm... maybe it was khols.. 

 XOXO gwiz665

PS. Send more money. 

3 new recordings (Blog Post)

I recorded a bit more stuff last night. These are the results that I'm comfortable enough with other people hearing.

"A place called Home" is a Kim Richey song that I heard on Angel the first time. Great tune. Mp3 version: http://nickithansen.dk/music/a_place_called_home.mp3 

The next one is a Rufus Wainwright tune called Dinner at Eight, which I think is just delightful. I struggled with the chords on it for a long time, and it's been a while since I played it. I've sifted a version of it too, if you want to hear the real one. MP3 version: http://nickithansen.dk/music/dinner_at_eight.mp3

The last one is one of my favorite Elliott Smith tunes called Waltz #1, which is pretty damn difficult to do solo on a guitar, but I think it turned out alright. MP3 version: http://nickithansen.dk/music/waltz1.mp3

Between the Bars (Blog Post)

Am drunk. Recorded stuff. Passing out.

Elliott Smith's "Between the Bars". A little more noise then what I like - curse you, computer cooler! - I'll try to record to my laptop next time, that should be more quiet. MP3 version here: http://nickithansen.dk/music/between_the_bars.mp3 

Muse "Falling Away with You". Something I recorded last time I uploaded, I just never got around to making the embed. MP3 version here http://nickithansen.dk/music/falling_away_with_you2.mp3

I'm working on getting a good version of Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah up here, but I've not been up to the task these last few days. Oh and Berticus, I tried muddling through his Corpus Christi Carol and oh my dear sweet jebus that's a hard difficult one! I'll try to make a version that's not painful to the human ear if possible, and if not I'll probably keep it under my hat.

Song - All Alone (Blog Post)

I know I've been all down and depressing these last entries, but I'm not really depressed or anything. I'm just stuck in a rut. Meh, I feel pretty good, actually, good - not great, but even if someone has everything, something still can bum one out. In the words of Joe Walsh: I can't complain, but sometimes I still do

Anyway, I wrote this song in half an hour in 2007 when I had made it back from a bar back on my Island of Bornholm (Go look it up on Google Maps/Earth.. I'll wait.)

Back? Alright, here's the song. You'll just get it the way I wrote it down verbatim:

... more inside ...

It's all I have! (Blog Post)

I was asked a while ago by a girlfriend (a friend who happened to be a girl), why I always want to "party" and get drunk in a social gathering, and if I don't ever get tired of it.

 This was a good question, because it got me thinking. The answer sort of depressed the hell out of me, because it seem so empty. It's all I have. 

How's that for fucking pathetic?

That's the way people get together, who otherwise would rarely get together. If I have to engage myself in a social gathering, the only available ones that a frequented by females are parties.

 This makes me all bummed, because it makes it almost impossible to find girlfriends, who are not drunken lushes. 

 Anyone else caught in the same wicked maelstrom?

Sifttocalypse now! (Blog Post)

So, the bomb just went off, as our resident bee artfully illustrated here:

 

 

The question is, where do we go from here?

Maybe this is an crisatunity, as the japanese say, so that we could build a better foundation, while everything is up in the air?

 

I'm being glum and bitter, because it hurts, but I know that the admins are working their asses off to get it all to work again. That doesn't change the fact that this should not happen. It shouldn't even be possible, unless a multiple computers were destroyed somehow. 

 

edit: Don't want to be a negative nancy, and stress the poor souls working hard to make the rest of us feel better (too much anyway, so just to add a little more niceness, I know, or assume, that this is a shittier situation for you guys than for a malcontent like me, so know that I forgive you and hope that we all together can get things rolling again.

 

Here is a tip for how to get info back in any case:

1) google it! 

Google you username and view the "cached" version, then you can get much, much info.

Compare the cached with what's there now, and you can scour usernames that have been lost, find out what you voted in a fringe case and basically anything you could have seen if it all worked.

 (I tried the wayback machine too, but there were only records from 2007 (http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.videosift.com)

I was inspired (Blog Post)

I was watching http://www.videosift.com/video/Signs-A-short-film-about-communication and it inspired me to make a little poem. As always I can't hide my influence from Poe, I'm weak that way.

 

 Floating through the midday dreary
My spirit beaten, soul is weary
Going through the constant motions
Caught in a vast gray ocean
An ocean without any floor
An ocean without any shore

Peering through the surface downward
Algae, tang and muck to hoard
Doing this for untold ages,
I'm so very very bored

A glimpse of color in the surface,
something I've never seen
Cutting though the gray and brown,
like a knife infinitely keen

Gone it was, absorbed by darkness
Withered in the ocean's starkness
Gone for ever,
ever more

Again! My eyes are filled with color
Where do all these dreams come from
Like some ancient, unseen drum
My heart beats, thump - thump - thump

Turning all of my sight upward
I see light
burning like a candle bright
like it could my flesh ignite,
Opening my eyes for ever,
bathing in the sight of light

When I woke the light had gone
Shrunken for the coming dawn

Looking down towards the bottom,
colors peering up at me
Orange, blue, red and yellow
White and black and green and more

My eyes had opened up for ever
opened up for ever more.

Atheist answers: Why does anything matter? (Blog Post)

This question was posed by Doc_M in the previous installment and looks like this verbatim: 

"Assume first that atheism is True.

Consider the following:
It is inevitable that relatively soon you will die. You will cease to be and--not existing--will remember nothing that you have done. It is also inevitable that everyone and everything that remembers what you have done or who you are will also die relatively soon. Even if you and a million generations after you lived a trillion years and remembered you, they will inevitably die as well, so ultimately you and all you have done will be forgotten as if it--and you--never happened to begin with. This implies that the only way for anyone to matter at all is to live for eternity... real eternity. Otherwise, even after unimaginable ages, we will all pass away and will have never mattered. So, "I live to enjoy life" and "I live for the betterment of humanity" and "I live to pass my genes" all are moot, since all will be lost and forgotten ultimately unless eternal life is achieved.

That said:
What is the point?
Can you imagine not existing anymore?

Considering the above paragraph, why does anything at all, including morality, matter at all?"

Atheist answers: What if you're wrong? (Blog Post)

Hello. I know that many of your are very smart and reasonable people, so I would love your input on stuff. There are many common questions that atheists get asked and I would like to hear your responses. Hopefully, I can compile some genuinely good answers to these questions and make a little black atheist' handbook, that can help those who are looking for answers to their questions.

 The first in this little blog series is a relatively easy one: "What if atheists are wrong?"

You're are encouraged to post answers that you have from elsewhere - I know there are a couple of videos that depict such answers from Richard Dawkins and from the Atheist Experience, and if the questions are loaded, please feel free to point it out and explain why.

I thank you for your help.

I don't get hugged enough (Blog Post)

You know when you get a good hug, you feel like nothing else matters.

The world stands still for a few seconds, while you drift off.

When you have troubles or feel blue, a hug helps it all for a while.

I hate to burden you with all this stuff.

But I don't get hugged enough.



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