<?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: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-2129277337061557028</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:29:16.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnar Rock's world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-4255158565531045956</id><published>2009-07-23T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T04:22:59.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer news..</title><content type='html'>Ok..&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a boring job as a cashier in a supermarket... ugly green uniform, and maybe the only store in the world that doesn't have any background music. However, lots of people I used to know that drop in every day. so, nice to catch up a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to Århus, Denmark in the end of August to finish my last year at the KaosPilots. Anybody have any tips as for housing, please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to paint a house.. just hope that the weather will change again so I won't have to hold an umbrella in one hand during the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find myself a mini pc.. know of any good deals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. that is about it, lazy summer days =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-4255158565531045956?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4255158565531045956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=4255158565531045956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4255158565531045956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4255158565531045956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-news.html' title='summer news..'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-983057988325188985</id><published>2009-06-28T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:55:41.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The king of pop</title><content type='html'>So.... as everyone knows.. The Great, has now become the late. Michael Jackson is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, we have all said it, so please let the dude rest in peace!&lt;br /&gt;I've seen and heard of plans for concerts, songs, events, cd's, dress up as MJ parties, probably movies. who knows. and I think it is great that people want to show tribute to what we can probably all agree is a man whom was in a way a musical genius. but why are people trying to make money off a person that just died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it only me that find it a bit strange to make the guy all trendy and popular just because he died?&lt;br /&gt;Will everybody still be as interested in playing his music again in 3weeks when all the drama has died out abit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ, your music was great, all people trying to jump on the trendy train by making a buck on a dead dude... eat a muffin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-983057988325188985?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/983057988325188985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=983057988325188985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/983057988325188985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/983057988325188985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop.html' title='The king of pop'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-6282327369896697743</id><published>2009-06-10T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:56:47.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sea f the Dead</title><content type='html'>So, back in Israel..&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;from nice old little Norway, to crazy Tel Aviv, then a day later, off to the desert (I prefer sandy forest.. can't be a desert if there is shrubbery? even if the shrubs are full of thorns and crap...). anyway, some beige colderd landscape on a mountain!&lt;br /&gt;Sitting becoming spiritual and strange..  using new ways to discover old insight and passion.. was really nice..&lt;br /&gt;the thing I like the best was to sit with Billy the Dung Beatle, both of us enjoying some salted sunflowerseeds, me talking, and old Billy giving me nods of wisdom.. doesn't say much, but a clever fellow..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was great to look down one direction and see the sunrise into the vally, and look down in the other direction and see that it was already night there.. fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left from the mountain, and the Kibutz we stayed at today, I traveld first in the back of a scary old truck, things flying everywhere, and me sitting in the back singing formyself and doing situps.. kind of nice.. didn't get that much of the view though...&lt;br /&gt;then took a looong bus, and voila, the deadsea.&lt;br /&gt;and voila.. I went to get a pint.. 40+degrees, thats hot for a Jessheim boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told short, it was a boring place, very fun to try float around in the water.. DAM how much salt.. felt like somebody was raping my eye when I got just a little drop of the salty water on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, for a spa vacation, doubt you can find a much better place.. QUE chill just to ly and float around there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't get this quote out of my head..."here is a tip; Don't pat a burning dog"&lt;br /&gt;know where its from? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-6282327369896697743?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6282327369896697743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=6282327369896697743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6282327369896697743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6282327369896697743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/sea-f-dead.html' title='the sea f the Dead'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-6596562631919285070</id><published>2009-06-04T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:38:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting in my grandparents basement in Norway.. have to leave for the airport in 2hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been home for a week to take som exams, so I can get student loans. didn't really go too good..&lt;br /&gt;but, thats not really what this post is about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so strange to be in Norway again, Think I experienced a reversed culture shock...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that for almost half a year, you haven't been in a propper home, you can't understand the languages that are around you, you constantly feel like a stranger to everything you do and everywhere you go..&lt;br /&gt;then vosj, you are where you grew up, surrounded by friends and family, people that you know and love, and people that know and love you.. and maybe even understand you some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the insane prices, you understand how the society works, you never find yourself being afraid of some terrorist bombing, you get to eat you grandmothers home made strawberry jam (best in the world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check is a good word.. yes, there is alot of things happening in the world.. even lots of very important, horrible, great, and strange things happening in other countries than Israel...&lt;br /&gt;but.. I only have one home, and no matter how much I move, travel, experience etc around the world in the future.. that is really important to never forget, who are you really? how does what you do and learn on a day to day basis translate to being of use when you go home again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, I would love to stay here longer, but, I am looking forward to get my hands on some good humus tommorow evning! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-6596562631919285070?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6596562631919285070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=6596562631919285070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6596562631919285070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6596562631919285070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/sitting-in-my-grandparents-basement-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-4061311729608618007</id><published>2009-05-24T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:18:32.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder..</title><content type='html'>Sitting at a café today..&lt;br /&gt;see this big big man walking, he bends over to pick up his little child that is running around..&lt;br /&gt;when he bends over you can't help but see that, yes, this man is carrying a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Not too unheard of in this country.&lt;br /&gt;and that is the main point of my wonder..&lt;br /&gt;why do you need a gun?&lt;br /&gt;fine if you feel that some arabs might come and attack you at any time.&lt;br /&gt;but, how will a little revovler help you if you suddenly hear "allah akbar" from the floor underneath you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I wonder, have I found maybe the stupedist reason ever as to why guns are bad?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-4061311729608618007?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4061311729608618007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=4061311729608618007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4061311729608618007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4061311729608618007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder..'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-2674002537498256356</id><published>2009-05-20T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:24:59.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a quicky</title><content type='html'>Sorry, haven't been a good boy with a propper update for a long time now..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly in the upstart of creating a concept for a green store that is to sell products to inform about and help reduce the amounts of energy we spend in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;cool project, but a good bit of work&lt;br /&gt;if you have som green ideas, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I'm still looking for a good summer job, that can also be abit fun, and I'm looking into different options and offers at to how I'm going to combine my last year at the KaosPilots with projects that I want to do, and getting enough money for food etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sun is getting hotter here by the day... nice actually =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-2674002537498256356?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2674002537498256356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=2674002537498256356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2674002537498256356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2674002537498256356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/quicky.html' title='a quicky'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-2726233597939414061</id><published>2009-05-13T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:57:34.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy stuff..., yeah</title><content type='html'>So..... finally got myself out of Tel aviv for a couple of days...&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm back...&lt;br /&gt;Been in Jeruslem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started with a buss, me sitting on it, almost shaking, feeling of something bad is going to happen..&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm still alive, so, guess I was wrong.. think I got ripped of by some guys in the small market stands.. butbut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem (the new city that is) remeinds me of any other city in the world, it has a nice charm to it with almost everything built in bright bricks.. but.. thats not why you go there..&lt;br /&gt;I was at a hostel in the old city.. sweetest view from the roof terrace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange to be walking around in a city, THE city.. how many people haven't been killed because of that little old city, or at least the places within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the west wall, was at the temple mound, and the crazy church where all the different christians priests gladly would hurt each other to be able to claim just another cm of the church for their own church..&lt;br /&gt;nice to feel abit into the religious vibe, see the emotions in the belivers, they start crying their eyes out when they see a stone that Jesus slipped on 2000years ago...&lt;br /&gt;hmm..yeah.. think its all still to fresh in my system to explain more propperly.. so.. I won't.. off to the beach instead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-2726233597939414061?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2726233597939414061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=2726233597939414061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2726233597939414061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2726233597939414061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-stuff-yeah.html' title='holy stuff..., yeah'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-2437149208558374453</id><published>2009-05-05T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:56:42.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>working together...</title><content type='html'>I'm using more and more time and mental powers to try and dig into the secrets and possible anwers of the question:&lt;br /&gt;how do we work together, even if we are not in the same place?&lt;br /&gt;it's a tough coockie.. but really interesting..&lt;br /&gt;what are your viewpoints?&lt;br /&gt;leave a comment or send a mail! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rag-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-2437149208558374453?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2437149208558374453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=2437149208558374453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2437149208558374453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2437149208558374453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-together.html' title='working together...'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-1126642423497279385</id><published>2009-04-29T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:53:01.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indipendence day part 2.</title><content type='html'>Well.. what a bummer..&lt;br /&gt;I was really hoping to fins something that surprized me. as I often do in this city..&lt;br /&gt;but alas.. this day has been really boring..&lt;br /&gt;almost no one in the streets.. and everybody almost was doing bbq... couldn't really find anything special happening apart from an airshow this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't think I had to plan ahead for getting in on celebrating an indipendence day..&lt;br /&gt;ah well..guess I learned that at least today then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-1126642423497279385?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1126642423497279385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=1126642423497279385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1126642423497279385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1126642423497279385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/indipendence-day-part-2.html' title='Indipendence day part 2.'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-8820055340142332348</id><published>2009-04-29T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T05:23:33.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indipendence day part 1.</title><content type='html'>Israel is happy to have a birthday party, and everyone is invited (well, not the Arabs i guess..).&lt;br /&gt;In my search for whats it like to live, work, learn in Tel Aviv, I had been really looking forward to this day, sitting on my 7th floor roof, I kind of get a good feeling of whats happening in the streets around. I was going to write a long text about this day, what it feels like, smells like, looks like..&lt;br /&gt;but I've been told, that nothing happens. apart from the fact that everybody wakes up hungover, goes to the beach or a park, and has a BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off for the rest of the day, to walk the streets, and hopefully find something different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-8820055340142332348?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8820055340142332348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=8820055340142332348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8820055340142332348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8820055340142332348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/indipendence-day-part-1.html' title='Indipendence day part 1.'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-2030681075556534831</id><published>2009-04-26T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:37:37.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundayismondaysincefridayissaturdaybutwhenisthedayoff?</title><content type='html'>So.. guess the title actually told what I had to say...&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get used to this waking up early on a sunday, and then starting to work.. I feel punished by higher powers when everyone at home is chilling out, having a nice day off, and I'm just starting my new and long week..&lt;br /&gt;had a great day in the sun yesterday, but I'm used to 2day weekends, hardy had a day off since I got here.. not sure what I would do if I did have one, but, just lying on the beach, reflecting, sounds nice to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to find out when I can take a little time just for small trips in the villages close to Tel Aviv.. have to see something apart from this city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still think it is strange also how the day starts when it gets dark.. so shabbat/sabbath start on friday, everything closed.. and lasts untill saturday night.. basically, the one day you might have time to do something, everything is closed.. so you can't do it... strangé..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace be with you friend or random person reading this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-2030681075556534831?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2030681075556534831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=2030681075556534831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2030681075556534831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2030681075556534831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/sundayismondaysincefridayissaturdaybutw.html' title='Sundayismondaysincefridayissaturdaybutwhenisthedayoff?'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-21633980326899627</id><published>2009-04-22T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:45:01.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drycleaning</title><content type='html'>ever used time to think about how much easier life is when you have a washing machine?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy right now, I'm getting my stuff nice and clean now, but.. que stress!&lt;br /&gt;Just noticed that I still have some stuff hanging and drying in the sun in Tsila's (thank you =&gt;) garden. I picked up a shirt from drycleaning yesterday, and I have a load of clothes as a laundry service here around the street.. what a mess.. what an easy and comfortable life I would live with such luxury as a place to hang wet clothing to dry, or a shower with icecold water that I could use whenever I want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun to realize how much I take stuff like that for granted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to be in the area and can't find me at the hub or in the many streets just walking around, look for me at "the little prince" my new favorite place in the world for sitting, looking smart, thinking stupid. que fantastico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. check out a brand called sanük.. super sweet sandals, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sanuk.com/&lt;br /&gt;as they say, smile, pass it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)=)=)=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-21633980326899627?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/21633980326899627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=21633980326899627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/21633980326899627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/21633980326899627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/drycleaning.html' title='drycleaning'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-8559231424860417913</id><published>2009-04-20T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:06:17.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more Tel Aviv and stuff..</title><content type='html'>Bats.....&lt;br /&gt;just when you think that you have understood a city, realized that its like a slightly more exotic than normal european city, you take one wrong turn that leads you on a 4hour discovery bonanza, you see that crap, this place is just crazy..&lt;br /&gt;and then, beeing happy knowing that you are in a place that is great but crazy and at times abit crap.. you might find youself walking down one of the main streets, then you see bats flying through the trees, swopping down at innocent passers by...&lt;br /&gt;what city with millions of people wondering aroun had bats in their city centre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a bit of an uncomfertable time for me, been reading about bomb factories found in the westbank underneath moskes.&lt;br /&gt;The norwegian embassy strongly advising people to stay away from the Ghaza area, and from larger groups of people...not too easy when you are in a bigass city&lt;br /&gt;standing waiting for a bus on a nice and silent evning, suddenly 20 police and what not cars with flashing lights and sirens fly past.. like som badass chase in the states that you can see on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the feeling that I could be writing for hours, maybe days already, but not really sure what I would be writing about then, yes, I'm meeting lots of great people, seeing some very inspiering places etc, but, I*m missing something that I can't put my finger on what is yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody have a suggestion for what the perfect life could be? think that might be my holy grail.&lt;br /&gt;devote my life to finding the perfect life, would be nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-8559231424860417913?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8559231424860417913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=8559231424860417913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8559231424860417913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8559231424860417913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-tel-aviv-and-stuff.html' title='more Tel Aviv and stuff..'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-4755161264253363004</id><published>2009-04-14T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:13:29.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>easter irritation</title><content type='html'>a quick look at facebook gave me the impression that the percentage of people posting pictures every week has gone up 5fold during easter..&lt;br /&gt;but why?!?!&lt;br /&gt;in norway, the typical easter holidy is up to a cabin in a mountain, take some long trips on wooden planks fastened to your feet, then sit in and around the cabin, drinking and eating good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;and thats great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why the hell do we take pictures of it so much?&lt;br /&gt;everyody knows that you most probably will do this very thing, isn't a picture something you take to save a special memory? what so special about this cabin thing??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to ask that people celebrating easter in a very different way take and post some pictures instead, show me something that makes me think you are a person that is trying to bring something different to the world. Not that your a person that has to publish your a4 holiday pics, so that others won't think that you're socially unacceptable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freezer pizza and chocco milk easter dinner 2010.. yes please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-4755161264253363004?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4755161264253363004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=4755161264253363004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4755161264253363004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4755161264253363004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-irritation.html' title='easter irritation'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-5550826718324886195</id><published>2009-04-12T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:27:42.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next phase</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;We've been in Israel for a bit over 2 weeks, on the onw hand, it seems like 2 years, on the other, it seems like 2 seconds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for some pictures that can explain everything that is going through my mind, but, for some odd reason, I haven't been able to find the perfect one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that maybe there is something to Karma.. be nice, feel good about yourself, and good things will come to you..&lt;br /&gt;the last couple of days, I didn't plan anything.. yet I had some great days!&lt;br /&gt;was invited to go to a synagog (no clue how to spell that in English), it was a great experience!, I've been attending Jewish dinners (thanks Sara and Sarit!), getting massages in parks (thanks massage lady that I don't remember the name of), simply seeing a different side of the city.&lt;br /&gt;Until now our class has been surrounded by people that are abit more left winged politically, great to get the perspectives of some people that look at things from a different side!&lt;br /&gt;I've met random people that have totally surprised me. Like my taxi driver yesterday, he was suddenly speaking Danish (understandable danish, not the grumpy aggresive local stuff), and telling me about all his random encounters the last couple of days.. crazy how much unimportant, yet interesting crap we had in common. fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, things are good, apart from the ongoing fight with some dam insects (think it might be flees) that are eating me upp.. about 20 new bites last night... auch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team (my class) just left for the westbank this morning, they are going to stay there for a month, while I'm staying alone in Tel Aviv since I'm scared as hell to go to the occupied terretories, have a feeling that if I go there, something really bad is gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;It's a great challenge and possibility for me to be here, work as the contact person between the team and the world! Also I have the mission of discovering what it is like to be part of a team, but in a different physical location, and what it is like to work, live and cope in a jewish society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this will be good I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything you want to know? about what I'm up to, what it's like here etc.. let me know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, it really suckes not using snus anymore.. but, going on a month nicotin fri now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shalom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-5550826718324886195?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5550826718324886195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=5550826718324886195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5550826718324886195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5550826718324886195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/next-phase.html' title='The next phase'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-629624849089115854</id><published>2009-04-05T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:02:08.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel take 2..</title><content type='html'>Still the same take.. but second week I guess......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things that have made me smile the last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on a bus, young girl with designer sunglasses, army uniform, pants halfway down her ass, and her gun pointing in every direction.. and the other passengers not even looking twice at her.. odd that people are so used to see weapons around them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays.. Everything is supposed to be closed here on saturdays.. "on the 7th day he rested" as it says in the bible.. however, Tel Aviv is known as a bubble..always find some small sandwich shops open, 24hour shops, busses start driving again at 17:00 ... don't really get the point of it yet.. but, I'm sure I will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday we spent the entire day (from 3 to 6 or 7 if your gonna be difficult...) at the beach.. fantastic to know that when it's getting all eastery at home, I can ly on the beach and get burned... it is niiice, really helps me chill out abit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. was going to wright something funny .. don't remember what it was... ah well..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll show up some other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna try and put up some pictures soon, found a crazy house with vacume cleaners strapped in the air all around it... strangé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-629624849089115854?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/629624849089115854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=629624849089115854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/629624849089115854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/629624849089115854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/israel-take-2.html' title='Israel take 2..'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-8654741032370428831</id><published>2009-03-29T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:55:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel 1.0</title><content type='html'>So.... I'm in Israel I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up really early on friday morning.. or rather, never fell asleep, was up all night, watching old kungfu movies to keep myself awake..&lt;br /&gt;long boring plane... came into a landing.. everybody started clapping when they realized they had survived.. odd..&lt;br /&gt;Israel.. flat land, lots of shrubs.. look abit like the desert in a spaghetti western..&lt;br /&gt;I'm living on a crap couch in a ghetto.. the people are nice there though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't got a phone card yet...&lt;br /&gt;had lots of good food, and am really really looking forward to having more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are gangs of cats roaming the streets..&lt;br /&gt;dogs that are crazy.. met one yesterday that snapped into one of the guys' arm, and made a lasting impression on the face of another...&lt;br /&gt;and the Dog is still alive.. crazy!&lt;br /&gt;at home we would put this mut to sleep 5min after the first attack.. right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to landing here in a propper way.. so far, I don't feel I've seen anything apart from the ghetto...&lt;br /&gt;the creative industries I'm hunting for are probably hidden in a bit more middle class areas... so, have to find them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now.. to the beach to look at the waves abit.. still abit too cold to go for a swim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-8654741032370428831?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8654741032370428831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=8654741032370428831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8654741032370428831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8654741032370428831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/israel-10.html' title='Israel 1.0'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-2890325777029331670</id><published>2009-03-26T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:46:37.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been up all night.. packing.. cleaning.. getting picked up by a cab in like... 5min..&lt;br /&gt;off to Israel today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try to keep updating as much as possible depending on internet acces when I'm there..&lt;br /&gt;so.. stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-2890325777029331670?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2890325777029331670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=2890325777029331670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2890325777029331670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2890325777029331670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/been-up-all-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-6629134773218363105</id><published>2009-03-23T11:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:59:49.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creativity</title><content type='html'>is it a myth? or is it real...? isn't it just when you see something from a different point of view than others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-6629134773218363105?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6629134773218363105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=6629134773218363105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6629134773218363105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6629134773218363105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/creativity.html' title='creativity'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-809358018322451858</id><published>2009-03-23T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:59:02.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and I'm back</title><content type='html'>allright...&lt;br /&gt;So I've been really bad at updating here for a while....&lt;br /&gt;lets just say that I've been stuck in the vally of dark..&lt;br /&gt;still looking a bit for the right path to reach the light.. BUT, on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;well, on Saturday I have no clue as to what is happening... but, on Friday, then I'm leaving for Israel, and that... that my friends should be rather nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to it.. MUCHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know of anything suuper important that I should remember to fix before I leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know fo show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rag-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-809358018322451858?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/809358018322451858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=809358018322451858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/809358018322451858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/809358018322451858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-im-back.html' title='and I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-1449878277422020077</id><published>2009-03-04T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:53:56.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rehab...</title><content type='html'>as my "O so many people that read this blog" may or may not know..&lt;br /&gt;Team 1 of the KaosPilots in Rotterdam (that's me and my class mates) are going to travel to Israel/Palestine int he end of march. There we are going to live work and learn for three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was like.. 16, I've had an addiction to a Scandinavian tobacco called Snus.&lt;br /&gt;I've tries a couple of times to quite.. but never really put any effort into it.. and therfore it has never worked at all..&lt;br /&gt;I now realized that I don't have a choice anymore.. I HAVE to quit..&lt;br /&gt;have a feeling that Israeli customs won't know what Snus is, just see it as some black powderd thingy and take me for a terrorist.. or something.. so.. no Snus there..&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the money I will be able to save.... MUCHO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am on purpose forcing myself through a program of cutting down, in other words, not cutting it out.. but trying in a propper way to cut down on the addiction before I cut it out..&lt;br /&gt;let just say I understand now why they say that it's harder to stop ith Snus than heroin..&lt;br /&gt;my body is shaking, and sick and I feel like crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. if anybody has the urge to feel sorry for me..&lt;br /&gt;or has some great tips on stuff to do in Israel or ways of getting funding to help with projects or flights or housing there... please do let me know =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-1449878277422020077?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1449878277422020077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=1449878277422020077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1449878277422020077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1449878277422020077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/rehab.html' title='rehab...'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-7655827511489972971</id><published>2009-03-03T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:04:37.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the PLease help me with this shit list</title><content type='html'>ok, so, I have, as always, alot of different things on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;and yet again, way too many of them are connected to money&lt;br /&gt;in an honest attempt to not have to focus so much on cash.. I simply throwing up some things I need help with, and maybe karma will shine on me in a slightly more comfertable way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have to Pay school fees after summer.&lt;br /&gt;- Have to eat, have a place to sleep and a way to live a life&lt;br /&gt;- Need a summer job from stat of July to end of august&lt;br /&gt;- Need a place to stay in Israel from april to june&lt;br /&gt;- would like a new nice white shirt&lt;br /&gt;- some ben &amp;amp; jerrys ice cream would be greeeeeeeat&lt;br /&gt;- I would love to attend a course to learn how to build furniture, weld and scuba dive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, probably lots of stuff.. but I guess that summerjob was the most important right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think I'm moving into the basement this week by the way as to save rent.. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-7655827511489972971?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7655827511489972971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=7655827511489972971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7655827511489972971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7655827511489972971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-help-me-with-this-shit-list.html' title='the PLease help me with this shit list'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-4583100789890610615</id><published>2009-02-23T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:28:48.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>that made me think that I actually made a new motto/mantra sett of principles/values.. call it whatever the hell you want to really.. at least 4factors that I'm going to try and make sure I do in every aspect of my life, and in every thing I do from now on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live, Laugh, Love, Learn, and maybe not in that order"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might sound corny, but it works great for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what like the strangest mantra somebody has ever had has been, and not one they said to be strange, but just simply was reallly strange..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-4583100789890610615?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4583100789890610615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=4583100789890610615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4583100789890610615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4583100789890610615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-4804707021713740943</id><published>2009-02-23T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:22:49.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 great sentences for problem/conflict solving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fix what isn't broken.&lt;br /&gt;Find what works, and do more of it.&lt;br /&gt;Stop doing what doesn't work, and do something else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-4804707021713740943?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4804707021713740943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=4804707021713740943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4804707021713740943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4804707021713740943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-great-sentences-for-problemconflict.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-1142390961350718255</id><published>2009-02-07T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:01:19.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to learn something new I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should it be some strange language?&lt;br /&gt;a new sport?&lt;br /&gt;a strange craft?&lt;br /&gt;an almost unknown instrument?&lt;br /&gt;some fantastic theory on the way the mind works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me find inspiration to what I should have as my new hobby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-1142390961350718255?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1142390961350718255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=1142390961350718255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1142390961350718255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1142390961350718255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-learn-something-new-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-4445352753568323096</id><published>2009-02-07T15:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:37:57.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>I was just wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would a society be without the words "thank you" or any of the other many different words with the same meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any languages on this O so strange planet of ours that don't contain a word for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we didn't have the word, would we not appreciate things? Not show it? Or simply just not have a word for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that if that word wasn't invented it could have had an effect on the human race that made us all grumpy and cruel? Could it mean that there wouldn't be joy in the world?&lt;br /&gt;No birthday parties?&lt;br /&gt;No chocolate pudding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad some random person started to use that word..&lt;br /&gt;so to whomever you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-4445352753568323096?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4445352753568323096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=4445352753568323096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4445352753568323096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4445352753568323096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-8523094379100838286</id><published>2009-02-04T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:38:47.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets</title><content type='html'>Do you ever make sure to have some secrets just for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;simply to know that you have some small treasures that are yours alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking, has anybody ever tried to write down stuff that makes them happy?&lt;br /&gt;if you get a compliment, see something strange that just makes you smile..&lt;br /&gt;how about writing them on small tiny tiny peices of paper.. curling them up, and just leaving them at random in your pockets.. or maybe collecting them all in a puch around your neck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody done it?&lt;br /&gt;let me know! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-8523094379100838286?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8523094379100838286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=8523094379100838286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8523094379100838286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8523094379100838286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/secrets.html' title='secrets'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-7825100190686392917</id><published>2009-01-26T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:43:47.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the glory of beeing super creative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read books and watch movies that are.. well, somewhat in the fantasy family..&lt;br /&gt;what I really like about them is the way that sometimes you find this entirely different reality.&lt;br /&gt;I've "visited" worlds in water, under ground, in space, in the clouds.. even a world that is shaped as a huge disc carried on the back of 4huge circeling elephants that again are on top of a huge turtle just swimming through space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were to create a world.. what would it be like? who would live there? what would they eat? how would they communicate? would they have religion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-7825100190686392917?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7825100190686392917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=7825100190686392917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7825100190686392917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7825100190686392917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/glory-of-beeing-super-creative.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-7373391687380682646</id><published>2009-01-23T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:53:29.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me and my movies...&lt;br /&gt;rather.. me and my great quotes from movies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is a miracle, just not the time of miracle one hopes to see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. with all religous stuff put aside... crack that nutt! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-7373391687380682646?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7373391687380682646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=7373391687380682646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7373391687380682646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7373391687380682646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-my-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-125492399586641847</id><published>2009-01-18T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:04:33.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUST finished seeing the movie Yes Man.. gotta admit, I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;just a couple of months ago I was thinking about what it would be like if you just said yes to everything... and voops, there the movie is.. great stuff...&lt;br /&gt;to give it a rating.... 5 out of 6 on the feelgood movie scale.. couldn't get all the way up simply bacause they could have gone even more crazy with it.&lt;br /&gt;however.. recommended to all.. so.. go for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-125492399586641847?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/125492399586641847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=125492399586641847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/125492399586641847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/125492399586641847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-finished-seeing-movie-yes-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-5074696409699099199</id><published>2009-01-18T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:33:15.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why would somebody use a shitload of money.. get a house with 35bathrooms (!!!!!!!!) 6kitchens (!!!!!) and who knows what.. when they use half of their time on the road and are unable to enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching MTV cribs.. they are showing 50cent's (stupid name) house.. if you want to live that much in luxary.. isn't it actually against the point?&lt;br /&gt;I meen, I would get fucking tiered just walking around all the time getting from one room to another.. imagine trying to find your kids if they are hiding and you have to hurry to get to the cinema or something.. must be grrrrrrrrreat to play hide and seek in though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world suddenly seems unfair.. one bum has a way to great place like that.. and I'm living in the ghetto.. strange.. and he's the one that is proud to be from the ghetto.. I like to think that I'm middle class. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, guess somebody has to have too much cash...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-5074696409699099199?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5074696409699099199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=5074696409699099199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5074696409699099199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5074696409699099199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-would-somebody-use-shitload-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-2967095124212581962</id><published>2009-01-16T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:30:41.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from the movie the note book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you want some breakfast?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, it's 10 o'clock at night, it's too late for breakfast!"&lt;br /&gt;"what are you talking about, its never to late for pannecakes, now get in the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so it wasn't correct word by word.. but the essential was there...  loved it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish somebody made me some.. naaam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-2967095124212581962?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2967095124212581962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=2967095124212581962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2967095124212581962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2967095124212581962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-movie-note-book-you-want-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-9126112578799229308</id><published>2009-01-11T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:12:22.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>colours</title><content type='html'>first of all... why do tey spell it colour in one place, and color another.. fucking anoying me..&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for indivuality etc.. but some things could and should be the same all over the world..&lt;br /&gt;spelling of the same language, driving on the same side of the road, systems for counting, messuring, electrical plugs etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always liked the colour black..&lt;br /&gt;not in the way that I can sit and watch a black wall for hours and be fascinated and inspired...&lt;br /&gt;but like that it is very simple, goes with everythink... great for wear simply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latley.. I have started to get the same with white..&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, know alot of people say that black, and especially white aren't colours at all...&lt;br /&gt;but you can go fuck yourself =p (sorry for the language mom..))&lt;br /&gt;white is so clean... and with black.. it's just so... simple.. nice..&lt;br /&gt;I decided I want to create a room formyself when I get a house... make everything white.. roof, walls, floor, couches.. EVERYTHING.. just sit in the steril room, look out and get inspired from what is happening around me.. naaam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the summer (actually winter, christmas in australia.. they call it summer.. back to the point of having things simular worldwide....), I got a tan.. and saw lots of different colours everywhere... and decided.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;I actually like the...&lt;br /&gt;sea blue..&lt;br /&gt;sun yellow&lt;br /&gt;bottle green..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastic..&lt;br /&gt;so.. think I have to trey to pull a little but more colour in my life..&lt;br /&gt;but only in the small details.. think that will make me smile even more.. watch out!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-9126112578799229308?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-3767905856599337099</id><published>2009-01-06T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:57:01.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>living in the moment..</title><content type='html'>Do you really ever stop to smell the roses?&lt;br /&gt;let your fingers brush against the long grass growing on the side of the road?&lt;br /&gt;smile to yourself at the crunching sound snow makes under your boot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you sometimes take the time and effort to eat something you don't like, just so that when you get something you really like, you can enjoy that even more?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever burp, and smell it?&lt;br /&gt;or fart, and wave the smell in the direction fo somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever been to the beach, got lots of sand stuck between your toes, used lots of time to remove every last bit of itt, to then only jump around in the sand, making sure they get everybit as covered again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you do things that are stupid, just because it is fun to do stupid things?&lt;br /&gt;do you do things that are nice, just to be kind to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;or just because they are nice?&lt;br /&gt;or just because you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please share if you have others simular or totally different activities that could be in this type of a list.. after all, sharing is caring, or so they say =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-3767905856599337099?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3767905856599337099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=3767905856599337099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3767905856599337099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3767905856599337099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-in-moment.html' title='living in the moment..'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-1789366812106087883</id><published>2008-12-20T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:48:49.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they have a bird here that instead of singing like normal birds... says baaaaah, like a sheap....&lt;br /&gt;heard of sheapdogs.. but sheapbirds??&lt;br /&gt;really rather disturbing, always looking up to the treas waiting to see some big woolly thing stuck 5meters in the air..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-1789366812106087883?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1789366812106087883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=1789366812106087883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1789366812106087883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1789366812106087883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-have-bird-here-that-instead-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-2185629342044829451</id><published>2008-12-17T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:42:50.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how is it possible that my belly button is sunburned?!?!?!??!?&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know that the sun might have something to do with it..&lt;br /&gt;but that's not normal, is it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm in Australia, love it here already... haven't been to any of the "typical places".. like surfers paradise etc... but kind of have the feeling that I would loooove it there.. so maybe I have to move here after I'm finished at the kaospilots... hmm.. only crazy thing.. is that since I'm 10hours ahead of home here... my days are turned totally upside down.. sleep 3-4 times a day, cant sleep for more than 4hours max at a time, wake up 4 every morning.. it all maked me feel rather useless!&lt;br /&gt;on the othre hand, maybe I just really need to go super low on energy and chilling out, first propper vacation I have had in YEARS... when I'm done, maybe I'll be super energetic and motivated to do... everything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-2185629342044829451?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2185629342044829451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=2185629342044829451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2185629342044829451'/><link rel='self' 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one each way? what is the reasoning behind this type choice? what does it symbolize?&lt;br /&gt;any one have any clue... let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I was thinking of ants...&lt;br /&gt;have you every seen one die? apart from when you, or somebody else has killed it?&lt;br /&gt;do ants have their own ant funerals? or do they just eat their dead?&lt;br /&gt;and trying to link it to some budist thing I read today.... if an ant would just leave the rest of his.. familie? gang? anthill?? where would he go? even in the movie ants, they little dude ended up back home right? .. so, do they just walk away and live happily ever after? do they die when they are too far away from home? do they seize to exit? are they missed by the rest? is it noticed at all that they ahve vanished? do they walk into the forest, and come out on the other side as chickens? do they become buddas, and get out of the ant cycle, just walking far and wide to be of inspiration for others to learn from until they pass away of old age, or somebody steps on them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.. any ideas.. shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heading off to Australia early in the morning.. celebrating christmas with my family their.. it will be warm.. it will be nice.. just suddenly start regretting I didn't take any situps or hours in the solarium the last year.. ah well, if I'm lucky, I can scare some people off with the big white tub of a belly, more room on the sand for moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;løve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-4636404936533994922?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4636404936533994922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=4636404936533994922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4636404936533994922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4636404936533994922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/hugs-and-ants.html' title='hugs and ants?'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-9133615700315810231</id><published>2008-12-10T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:46:52.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Norway again after a stressfull but nice little trip to Rotterdam over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;just here for two exams before I head off to Australia for the christmas holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a strange experience today.. I went to the teological university where I am taking a degree.. dont ask.. hehehe, I have reasons that are paying off.. anyway, I had to take this exam.. didn't really know what subject it was, haedn't opend the book... got in there, met a girl from my hometown, she started laughing when I told her that I was really studying in Rotterdam, and that this was something on the side, that I hadn't found time for...&lt;br /&gt;I sat down, started to stress abit, didn't think I would be able to wright my name, not to mention an entire text.. I got my registration nr (always use numbers instead of names)... and it was 666... what are the chances og ME, getting that nr for an exam at THAT school!??!&lt;br /&gt;I instantly felt like a little devil, kind of uncomfertable..  I got the test. and I actually got the only one topic I could have ever possibly had any chance to wright anything at all about.. so, 2pages and an hour later.. I was on my way out, biggest smile on my lips every...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange day in other words... OH, important to mention that I'm not religius at all myself (haha, not sure how to spell it even), neither towards up or down if you get my drift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhu... want to wrap this out with a small praize to friends.&lt;br /&gt;It is so fantastic to ba able to crash on couches etc when I am traveling. good friends, good people.. love em... have I slept in your bed lately? no? hmmm, does that make you a bad person? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace, love and lots of chocolate pudding I wish to you all,&lt;br /&gt;on this extremly col day, that I almost froze off my........ little toe.. dam pervs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-9133615700315810231?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9133615700315810231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=9133615700315810231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/9133615700315810231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/9133615700315810231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-norway-again-after-stressfull-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-3628303187706355323</id><published>2008-12-06T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:12:38.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Kindness is love with her work boots on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet and great little quote... crap movie I got it from.. but still..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-3628303187706355323?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3628303187706355323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=3628303187706355323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3628303187706355323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3628303187706355323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/kindness-is-love-with-her-work-boots-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-7015293697955444580</id><published>2008-12-02T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:16:42.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>building upon the agelong question, whom came first, then hen or the egg...&lt;br /&gt;do people buy animals that look like them? do they try to look like their pets or do they make their pets look like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saw a huge fat dude, with a teeeeny tiiiiny little dog.. but they had the exact same beard, strange and disturbing! .. but charming in a way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-7015293697955444580?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7015293697955444580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=7015293697955444580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7015293697955444580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7015293697955444580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/building-upon-agelong-question-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-3332009517246250362</id><published>2008-12-02T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:36:09.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/STUNHfNtaVI/AAAAAAAAACc/0_2nJFPN36E/s1600-h/pastry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/STUNHfNtaVI/AAAAAAAAACc/0_2nJFPN36E/s200/pastry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275136960823650642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I was dreaming about last night.. oodles and doodles of pastries... naaaam, I was just about to eat one, apple filling it looked like, I felt my mouth watering, I almost got crumbs from the dam thing up my nose like dust.. just at the moment I was finally going to sink my teeth into that sweet, fruity and juicy greatnes... my dam phone started to rng.. gooood morning, reality check.. etc etc.. dam it! some woman I have no clue who is.. probably one of those blond, blue eyed ones... why do they always call in the morning instead of night... akk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all my dreams from now on, and all yours, be sugar coated and filled with with fruity surpises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-3332009517246250362?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3332009517246250362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=3332009517246250362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3332009517246250362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3332009517246250362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-was-what-i-was-dreaming-about-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/STUNHfNtaVI/AAAAAAAAACc/0_2nJFPN36E/s72-c/pastry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-3942566275741656783</id><published>2008-12-01T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:19:23.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nails!!??</title><content type='html'>toenails... and finger nails btw...&lt;br /&gt;why do we have them!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sloppy for some weeks, allowed my toenails to go abit wild.. why is it possible that you allow something on your body do what they are there to do, (in this case, just grow..) and it ends up hurting you..&lt;br /&gt;how is it that woman can have long toenails?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;my foot has been bleeding like an idiot because of one shitty nail...&lt;br /&gt;why is it there?!?!?!?!?!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;is it just leftovers from our days as monkeys?&lt;br /&gt;sorry to everyone that doesn't believe in the evolution theory if this is offensive.. but why would a god give us claws, and all this fur everywhere? "you are my choosen people, you have a heart to feel, a brain to think, hair to look good and claws to open oranges"&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody just give me a good answer please =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-3942566275741656783?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3942566275741656783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=3942566275741656783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3942566275741656783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3942566275741656783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/nails.html' title='nails!!??'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-8891237489630882825</id><published>2008-12-01T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:33:47.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it possible to breath so deaply that you break a rib?&lt;br /&gt;or sneeze, cough, vommit, whatever so hard that you break your collar bone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-8891237489630882825?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8891237489630882825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=8891237489630882825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8891237489630882825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8891237489630882825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-possible-to-breath-so-deaply-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-1443133371086952922</id><published>2008-11-28T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:35:22.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay... be patient with this one.. think I might have a point.. or a question.. not really sure yet.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of different types of people in the world...&lt;br /&gt;Many people have lots of different sides of themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know with myself that I have this very silent side, that just likes to sit, observe, think..&lt;br /&gt;and I have a side that is more the super social, cant stop talking to people, super impulsive etc..&lt;br /&gt;theres is the business man side, the sensetive side, the artistic side, the sporty side (don't see him that much) and etc etc.. endless list almost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that we choose what side of our personality we show day to day, hour to hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about women... why is it that I can walk down the street and see to girls that are so incredibly different; one maybe a snowboard chick, baggy pants, huge jacket, messy hair.... the other, looking like a petit french... don't have words for it even.. and then I might even see a typical blonde bimbo and think.. wow, there is something there that is just fantastic and unike...&lt;br /&gt;how is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schizophrenia, could it be that I am suffering from it?&lt;br /&gt;that my mind could go in so many different directions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are most people any different? ..must be really boring if you can only stay in the one mindsett all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had something I actually wanted to get out with this post.. but really have no clue now what it is.... strange...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-1443133371086952922?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1443133371086952922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=1443133371086952922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1443133371086952922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1443133371086952922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-7247572194954080943</id><published>2008-11-26T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:41:10.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>Got extremly irritated yesterday for 3 reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching black and white television.... My grandfather had been playing with the TV and done something strange.. isn't it crazy how you can be so used to something in colour, that you just don't get the same mind nummening satisfaction by seeing it in a different way.. now he's been playing with it more by the way, so we have colour, but only have two super crappy channels E! and Zone reality.. boring as hell, I want my american comedies dam it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just picked up a ringing telephone call here at my grandparents place... from a machine (!!)... "hello, this is a questionare thingy.. are you over 18, push 1, are you under, push 2..." how fucking lazy and rude isn't that!??! calling old people with good hearts that always try to help others... if you want something, send a letter! bums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the doctors, trying to check up why my ankle is still making me limp even though the swelling vanished weeks ago.. the dude didn't even look at my foot, just said, oh, thats blablabla.. hehe, no idea what it's called in english.. when I was there I had the smart idea, dude, can't we check my balls for cancer, abit concerned, know alot of people whom have had to chop one of theirs off... the ass managed first to tell me I was too young, bullshit, no people that are younger than me whom have been ballylightend for years.. so I asked wouldn't that be kind of stupid if I waited to check it untill 2years time when I have enough small sores to force me to the doctor again probably, as I heard this roumor that cancer can spread..... "not a problem, that would be very strange if it happend".&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say here is.. why the fuck is it that doctors don't give a shit about actually finding out what is wrong with their patients, and then getting them well!? they just wanna get you in and toss you out ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know a male doctor that is just about finished his education? I want to talk to him... grab hold of him, get drunk with him, and make him my doctor untill I die, and make sure that he knows that if he ever treats me or any other patients like some annoying people that are only comming to the doctors office to fuck up their day.. I'll smash up his car and run away with his sister... no body should want me with their sister.. hehe =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-7247572194954080943?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7247572194954080943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=7247572194954080943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7247572194954080943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7247572194954080943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-7905977210863385813</id><published>2008-11-22T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:46:51.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fantastic bit of song lyrics by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you want to change your mind, I'll be waiting first in line, you can hang you're toothbrush next to mine. It's up to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiled my ass off when I heard that song again on tv now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-7905977210863385813?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7905977210863385813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=7905977210863385813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7905977210863385813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7905977210863385813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/fantastic-bit-of-song-lyrics-by-way-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-573723550808156258</id><published>2008-11-22T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:48:41.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my head right now..</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking.. isn't it strange how we as people so often have the urge to express ourselves in one way or another... e.g. some people (I'm often one of those), just can't stop talking, yet there is so much that we choose to keep to ourselves. You can kind of see that somebody is struggling with something.. yet, they just don't want to talk about it... can't really find an answer to why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided that I actually am a fan of very much about the USA.. love the way they integrate sports in schools... college football, fantastic..  keeps alumni connected to the institution, can't find that in Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you had a massage chair and the possibility to get a new standup commedian to entertain you for breakfast every morning... would life be even better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-573723550808156258?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/573723550808156258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=573723550808156258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/573723550808156258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/573723550808156258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-my-head-right-now.html' title='in my head right now..'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-6773715118665411331</id><published>2008-11-17T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:56:05.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oslo aka. whoretown</title><content type='html'>The English word &lt;i&gt;whore&lt;/i&gt; derives from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_English" title="Old English"&gt;Old English&lt;/a&gt; word &lt;i&gt;hōra&lt;/i&gt; (from the Indo-European root &lt;i&gt;kā&lt;/i&gt; meaning "desire"). Use of the word &lt;i&gt;whore&lt;/i&gt; is widely considered &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pejorative" title="Pejorative"&gt;pejorative&lt;/a&gt;, especially in its modern slang form of &lt;i&gt;ho'&lt;/i&gt;. In &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germany" title="Germany"&gt;Germany&lt;/a&gt; most prostitutes' organizations deliberately use the word &lt;i&gt;Hure&lt;/i&gt; (whore) since they feel that &lt;i&gt;prostitute&lt;/i&gt; is a bureaucratic term. Those seeking to remove the social stigma associated with prostitution often promote terminology such as &lt;i&gt;commercial &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_worker" title="Sex worker"&gt;sex worker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (CSW) or &lt;i&gt;sex trade worker&lt;/i&gt;. A &lt;i&gt;hooker&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;streetwalker&lt;/i&gt; solicits customers in public places; a &lt;i&gt;call girl&lt;/i&gt; makes appointments by phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't that usefull info...&lt;br /&gt;just saw on the news that there are 25oo hookers in Oslo... isn't there like only half a million people living here? if all these women actually work enough to afford food in oslo.. and food here is of the rather mucho dinero type.. it must meen that there are alot of horny ass dudes in Norway.. not really something new, but that desperate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meen, no offence, but there are rather many easy girls in this city already.. and they don't even charge.. I am confused...&lt;br /&gt;why do we talk so badly about whores when they at least are smart enough to get paid for it..&lt;br /&gt;wonder how big the number would be if all the easy girls got paid also........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-6773715118665411331?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6773715118665411331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=6773715118665411331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6773715118665411331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6773715118665411331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/oslo-aka-whoretown.html' title='Oslo aka. whoretown'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-6594284866564891011</id><published>2008-11-14T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:20:24.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norwegian greats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/SR2HvKSsfOI/AAAAAAAAABM/ChVSIpZ2Q6U/s1600-h/grandiosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/SR2HvKSsfOI/AAAAAAAAABM/ChVSIpZ2Q6U/s320/grandiosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268516383379717346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you really understand what it is that you constantly feel that you are missing..&lt;br /&gt;A couple of week ago, I was in Rotterdam and the only thing that went threw my mind was that I missed the connection to nature that I feel is so much more pushed in your face in Norway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I have realized that it is so much more.. apart from my friends and family, odd scandinavian humour, cute girls, extreme makeover home edition that almost always makes me cry just a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most important of all.. food!&lt;br /&gt;junk food even..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Pizza Grandiosa...&lt;br /&gt;                                               probably the most sold&lt;br /&gt;                                               food in the country..  I                                             think that if&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/SR2IOeA8gaI/AAAAAAAAABU/zgwnRt3_Gz4/s1600-h/sjokko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/SR2IOeA8gaI/AAAAAAAAABU/zgwnRt3_Gz4/s320/sjokko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268516921249923490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; somebody found out how many of these the norwegian public managed to eat every singel day of the year.. nah, don't think anybody really wants to know, that amount must be crazy... this crap crap                                                                                                          pizza, only cheese, paprika and small bits of ham.. tastes so boring, but is still, just fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there is my baby to the left here... chocalte pudding... maaaaan, it is so simple... but so goooood, ate a 1L of it it 5min yesterday.. naaaaaaaaaam, could eat it by the ton.. give me more. namnamnam!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-6594284866564891011?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6594284866564891011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=6594284866564891011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6594284866564891011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6594284866564891011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/norwegian-greats.html' title='Norwegian greats'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/SR2HvKSsfOI/AAAAAAAAABM/ChVSIpZ2Q6U/s72-c/grandiosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-6991113805012853703</id><published>2008-11-12T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:03:34.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hobo</title><content type='html'>I was super happy with myself last week, beeing dressed up, looking good, ang getting great service and sense of respect from people I walked past.&lt;br /&gt;but after that assult, haha, faaantastic!&lt;br /&gt;I noticed myself limping around Oslo, with a crappy beard, messy&amp;amp;greasy hair, a black eye and a plastic bag from one of the cheapest supermarkets in town.. people staring at me, trying to get me out of their shops as fast as possible.. strange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really strange to show up to a meeting with my client on tuesday with a black eye and a limp.. apperantly they didn't belive me until today that I had been knocked down, they thought I was this trouble maker that had been in a fight.. aint it grand when people are abit judgemental? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my assignment is getting clearer, and I'm very possetive about it all, looks like I will be finished abit earlier than I originally belived, so, if I'm realllllly lucky, I might be able to go on a small cheap trip to wales for a long weekend, sweeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching tv right now, this girl my age with over a million kroner in debt, the only thing she ownes is a crappy car and alot of designer clothes.. crazy woman! how is it possible to use 28thousand kroner on clothes a month? ... not that I couldnæt do it EASY, but.. daaaam!&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel abit sad for her.. and make me ask myself, why am I broke, only have some hundred thousands in debt because of school.. but I cant afford to by anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sugar daddy, sugar daddy, where art thou my sugar daddy (or sugar momma!=p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-6991113805012853703?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6991113805012853703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=6991113805012853703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6991113805012853703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6991113805012853703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/hobo.html' title='the hobo'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-8122765443143057098</id><published>2008-11-10T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:42:02.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the welcome...</title><content type='html'>well, I'm in Norway again, starting on my process tomorrow morning, looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've used my long weekend just to relax abit, meet some friends, get a roundkick in the face that knocked me out by some polish drughead bastard, so know I have a black eye, a sore face and an ankle the size of a small planet.. crap..&lt;br /&gt;was at the movies yesterday, saw the new Bond flick... good stuff, 5 out of 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any tips how to get free food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-8122765443143057098?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8122765443143057098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=8122765443143057098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8122765443143057098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8122765443143057098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome.html' title='the welcome...'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-4942494097750478511</id><published>2008-11-06T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:38:58.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the plane</title><content type='html'>thanks to the great dutch railways beeing on time as always...........&lt;br /&gt;I managed to miss my checkin time at the airport yesterday, so I had to by a new ticket...&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't have any money on my account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, by coincidence, I had dressed up abit yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;and I noticed that people treated me differently very much because of it..&lt;br /&gt;I got great service, old busniess people at the airport gave me appreciative nods.. very strange..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I wrote down some things that came to me when I was sitting on the plane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress propper, get propper service&lt;br /&gt;Be nice, and people are nice to you&lt;br /&gt;Disaster can turn into pure luck if you accept that the way and time you wanted something to happen might have to change&lt;br /&gt;If you want to do something sustainable, dont create something brand new, Improve something that is already existing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, all that didn't really fit together at all, but, simple yet wise enough words for anybody to bring with them I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what is happening..&lt;br /&gt;I just arrived in Norway again yesterday, going to be here for a month about as a part of my process semester client exam.. I'm going to be working in a department of NRK (Norwegian broadcasting corperation). I'm really looking forward to it, however, I feel that to be as prepared as possible I should gather some more theory first, so today and untill tuesday my main mission is to read a book called systems thinking.. not the most exciting book in the world..but, not everything you do should be as fun I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. off to find a nice place to sit for abit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-4942494097750478511?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4942494097750478511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=4942494097750478511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4942494097750478511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4942494097750478511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/plane.html' title='the plane'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-3836760028108450527</id><published>2008-10-28T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:44:36.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/SQckuaoyP5I/AAAAAAAAABE/Vd1NsLMuqiA/s1600-h/036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/SQckuaoyP5I/AAAAAAAAABE/Vd1NsLMuqiA/s320/036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262215069448683410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, Lillestrøm SK, the best football team in the world (in heart anyway) won a fantastic 4-2 in a tough game against the arragont pricks from the mustasj city of trondheim, non other than Rosenbork BK.&lt;br /&gt;this victory meens that LSK will be seen in the top division in Norway for the 35. year in a row. Glory!! longest in the history of norwegian football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is of me standing in the crowd, looking like a tard during a home game during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'm not the only one that noticed how much of a god Magnus Myklebust seemed like when he was on his left wing sunday, fan-frickin-tastic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-3836760028108450527?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3836760028108450527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=3836760028108450527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3836760028108450527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3836760028108450527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweeet-on-sunday-lillestrm-sk-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/SQckuaoyP5I/AAAAAAAAABE/Vd1NsLMuqiA/s72-c/036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-5467849215850742559</id><published>2008-10-26T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:16:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kind pf promised myself to stop writing these long messu blogs, and rather focus on uppdating more often and with more meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I just finished reading a book written by a man called Adam Kahane; Solving tough problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great book, recommended for everyone that has ever been or thinks that they will ever be in any type of conflict!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest things that I got out of it;&lt;br /&gt;don't talk to people, talk with people.&lt;br /&gt;don't try to prepare some smart ass reply until you actually are sure of what the person talking to you wanted to say, and maybe why he or she said it.&lt;br /&gt;is the truth the truth, just because it is the truth for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, the book just reminded me about some of the simplest things in life, and showed me (in a great way) that by doing things the simple way, is often the most effective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you read it? what did you think??&lt;br /&gt;let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-5467849215850742559?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5467849215850742559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=5467849215850742559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5467849215850742559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5467849215850742559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/10/kind-pf-promised-myself-to-stop-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-7827379973549453107</id><published>2008-10-26T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T03:22:13.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todays the day.. My football team has yet again the possibility to win a game, and make sure that we don't end up in a lower division next season.. I'm nervous... abit sick in my stomach.. could have something to do with the booze last night.. or the lack of food so far today.. or that I ate sooo much yesterday.... was at "fårikålfest" (mutton in cabbage party) at the norwegian sailors church...&lt;br /&gt;it was gooood.. and I managed to take my love of waffles to a new level by eating one between every helping of the greasy food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;well.. I'm still looking for smart ass ways to get some more cash... never had so little money as I do now..&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking way too far ahead.. wat I should do for my internship and for my final project at the KaosPilots.. not having to do it before a year.. but I want to do something great.. not really great for the world.. but something great for my world...&lt;br /&gt;this week, I have the purpose in life to be happy and loving, and hopefully, be beeing so, I can help make other people happy and loved... kind of hippy, but, well, shit happens =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, know about a really nice jumper I want, if somebody has an urge to spend money on somebody else...&lt;br /&gt;trying to redefine my style abit I think... kind of hard to do that actually, at least when I don't have money to buy what I feel I need.. not used to that, when I worked in shops, I would just go and buy a new outfit or 4, and be really happy with my self.. another bad eksampel that change is good i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing alot with dreams.. what do I want my life to be like in 5-10 years.. it all seems so far and distant, kind of irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things in life than money that I miss right now....&lt;br /&gt;my friends from home&lt;br /&gt;my home (parents rented out our house when they moved to australia.. doh!)&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;knowing what will happen in life.. 1 week from now, not to mention 1 month, 1 year..&lt;br /&gt;having a special someone&lt;br /&gt;getting a lucky chance/ free something from someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, at the sametime, I have all these lacks.. I feel really happy about life in some way...&lt;br /&gt;maybe I just don't really know inside me what I am missing in other ways than materialistic things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I'm trying to find out more concretly, what is my artistic side.. anyone have a clue what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some some info about stuff I do know about that is comming up in the future...&lt;br /&gt;going to Norway soon, doing a process for a devision of NRK (norwegian tv channel).&lt;br /&gt;going to wales to visit a good friend of mine that is studying there&lt;br /&gt;comming back to Rotterdam to do an exam&lt;br /&gt;back to Oslo for 2 exams&lt;br /&gt;off to australia to celebrate x-mas with the familia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way.. I am wondering why so many olg guys have glasses that are .. well, harry potter like, ugly and round.. (sorry spinder, they do actually look good on you..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody have a couch in oslo for november?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-7827379973549453107?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7827379973549453107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=7827379973549453107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7827379973549453107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7827379973549453107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-9032704527420783133</id><published>2008-09-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:57:35.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the who?</title><content type='html'>Rumour has it that I should update my blog sometimes... well, guess that is a good idea actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats been happening since my last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-finished up the first year at school.&lt;br /&gt;-traveled to Norway for a mini week so I could visit my parents that came home for a vacation (they are living in Australia now).&lt;br /&gt;-worked all of July in Rotterdam for a social housing company as a creative consultant.&lt;br /&gt;-was in Norway all of august, had the most boring birthday ever, managed to meet up with some of the best people on the planet, worked a couple of days and spent the grand amount of 15min in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;-got back to Rotterdam, started the second year at the kaospilots.&lt;br /&gt;-arranged a welcoming party for team 2, Nerd theme, turned out fun, at least for me, was still abit drunk 2days after!&lt;br /&gt;-Have started to learn about processes, and am now trying to find a company that I can have my process exam for in november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats about it, hehe, actually think I'm going to start updating alot here, but not only like what is happening in my life, think I want to be a critic abit, give my rating on everything from food, bars, beers, whatever. anyone have good tis to what type of rating systems I should use? help me create a brand new one!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, is there anything you want rated? or ust to get a strange opinion on, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goota go and watch football now, the best team in the world (Lillestrøm SK) actually won a game yesterday, it was fantastic!, so now I have to go and see if the rest of the teams in the league fuck up in a great way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tvitvi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-9032704527420783133?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9032704527420783133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=9032704527420783133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/9032704527420783133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/9032704527420783133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/09/who.html' title='the who?'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-4518762403499691948</id><published>2008-05-30T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:53:17.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding uppers within stress</title><content type='html'>well..&lt;br /&gt;still having our project.... stressing me out abit....&lt;br /&gt;but at least it is soon over, looking forward to it, think we've done cool work, and I have learned a lot.. but, I'm looking forward to get time to some other stuff aswell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. for some odd reason, sitting working today. typing away on my laptop..&lt;br /&gt;I looked out of the window, saw a woman riding a very green bike, and she had brown leather shoes.. and she wasn't really pretty.. but something still made me stop up and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise.. I'm looking forward to;&lt;br /&gt;eating dinner&lt;br /&gt;having the application workshop for team 2&lt;br /&gt;working in July&lt;br /&gt;going home in August.. I haven't been there since January.. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in general.. I'm looking forward to take things to the next level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question of the hour&lt;br /&gt;is it better to eat an entire bag of candy all in one go, or take one piece everyday for a month?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-4518762403499691948?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4518762403499691948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=4518762403499691948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4518762403499691948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4518762403499691948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/finding-uppers-within-stress.html' title='finding uppers within stress'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-5491276522762004743</id><published>2008-05-20T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:43:32.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick = unpractical</title><content type='html'>it is, and never has been fun to bee sick..&lt;br /&gt;but dam its annoying when you are in the middle of a may project to be sitting at home with a headache and ageneral feeling of crap.. instead of beeing able to help to reach our deadline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaah, frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to let in abit on what we are working on this Month.. we are trying to create the buulding stones for having a physical and virtual platform to work as an incubator on ideas for water management..&lt;br /&gt;so, allaowing people to create, share and develop their own and others ideas.. and also developing them and testing to see if they actually work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words.. connecting anybody that cares about things such as rising see levels, poor qualities of drinking water.. whatever you can imagine that has to do with water.. and letting them help each other to save the planet and the population of it from going under because of water issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really really interesting. maybe not the project in the world that one can see the most visable results from right now... but if in the long run.. some million people's lives have been saved because we managed to create a way to gather life saving ideas together.. I think it is pretty well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.. it is a long walk to the shop.. at least 5min.. too far.. blæææ.. somebody come and make me well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way.. the 17th of may (Norways "birthday") party in Rotterdam was great. I'm already looking forward to next years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-5491276522762004743?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5491276522762004743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=5491276522762004743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5491276522762004743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5491276522762004743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick-unpractical.html' title='sick = unpractical'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-9069787698033943220</id><published>2008-05-12T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T05:38:54.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>question of the hour...</title><content type='html'>hmm, I have been thinking today...&lt;br /&gt;would it be great.. og horrible to be a musical singer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be fantastic to just stand on stage with lots of tallented people, sing rgeat songs that move the many hundreds of people that are looking at the show that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... doesn't it get a bit boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the most famous shows have been on for like.. 10years? 15? 30?&lt;br /&gt;get a job.. great.. but say you will sing that same dam song about that dam phantom every night for 3years .... gotta get sick of it.. or?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy es muy qurioso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-9069787698033943220?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9069787698033943220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=9069787698033943220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/9069787698033943220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/9069787698033943220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/question-of-hour.html' title='question of the hour...'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-5281995278278169887</id><published>2008-05-08T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:03:48.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May project</title><content type='html'>What a great feeling, traveling for hours to go to a meeting with a "bigshot" that works in what could be translated to the ministry of water... me walking in the door with flip flops and some teared up cargo shorts, the other guys looked like they hadn't shaved for a couple of weeks...&lt;br /&gt;to be able to sit down, and get a kick ass project that many proffesionals would go to long lengths to get... I just LOVE being a KaosPilot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going to give more info about the project yet, but I'll say it's about finding new ways to manage water, and collect innovative ideas on the subject.. super cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other fun things.. KaosWorks, (the company we are setting up so that we as KaosPilot students can work with the tools we learn, to get money to pay for our education..), is now to be known as KaosKompany.. looking forward to get things going on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is just too warm and great outside now... never like Rotterdam as much as I do when the sun is shining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-5281995278278169887?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5281995278278169887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=5281995278278169887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5281995278278169887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5281995278278169887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-project.html' title='May project'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-5682707526349874103</id><published>2008-04-28T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T04:27:47.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT TIME!</title><content type='html'>well... I have been busy the last couple of weeks, not even given myself time to update the good old blog.. aaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I been doing?&lt;br /&gt;well.. last week me and 3 of my co-pilots worked for TNO (Dutch company).. so basically.. I was there in a city called Delft, working all day, and as soon as I got home.. I fell aslepp... that is except for thursday.. sat up working untill 6am, got 2hours of sleep, and then up again, preparing and having our presentation.. but.. it was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of fun, and lots of learnings.. all in all, a very good week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend, I was just in bed with one hell of a headache.. took a little trip to the norwegian sailors church on sunday, eating wafles and watching my great football team loose... again... good thing to take a little bit of distance from everything KP a couple of hours a week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still looking for some super great solutions for financing... have got some possibilities, but.. the easier solutions the better is my mindsett when it comes to money!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-5682707526349874103?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5682707526349874103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=5682707526349874103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5682707526349874103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5682707526349874103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-time.html' title='ABOUT TIME!'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-4558928692761379462</id><published>2008-04-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:57:09.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hunt for the perfect laugh</title><content type='html'>Yes.. game on...&lt;br /&gt;I am now looking for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember back to your childhood, when you and your friends startes laughing sometimes.. and just couldn't stop.. you got cramps in your belly, had problems breathing.. started to cry.. pure joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering, is it possible to find that kind of a moment, or does it have to happen naturally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any clues? tips? jokes? funny faces? what could make someone laugh that much?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;..............Tell me!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-4558928692761379462?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4558928692761379462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=4558928692761379462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4558928692761379462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/4558928692761379462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/04/hunt-for-perfect-laugh.html' title='the hunt for the perfect laugh'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-5066165131799948317</id><published>2008-04-07T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:38:49.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; just hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; bed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; 5min &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;taking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; pen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;beside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; head.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; still, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;excercises&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; hell do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; spell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;!?), you try to count sheap, ducks, cows, girls.. every living and dead thing on two or four legs.. and still.. you just can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. I find myself smiling about it abit, noticing an inspiration that keeps me thinking about projects so much that sleep chooses to leave the body is actually fucking cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning goal for the end of the week.. how do you contain thinking to when you are awake.. and then dreaming to when you are sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then again.. I love the fact that I have started to dream more during daytime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this is a tough cookie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you contain both dreams and thinking when you are awake, but also when you are asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say sleep is for the lazy.. I say, sleep is almost hard work, going to a 9 to 5 deskjob.. that is lazy.. but doing something challenging to the mind..............&lt;br /&gt;mohaha!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAM I love being a KP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-5066165131799948317?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5066165131799948317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=5066165131799948317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5066165131799948317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/5066165131799948317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-8243961566591558864</id><published>2008-04-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:05:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it that when you use vast sums of money to buy something really nice and cool... it doesn't work... doh!!! you will have to go back and forth to the shop untill you get a product that does work... the reason you buy it is so that it is great from day one.. abit bummed out now because of that very reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really just makes me thing of the fact that I still haven't found my cable for my camera... technologi hates me... and I love it... odd mix..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-8243961566591558864?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8243961566591558864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=8243961566591558864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8243961566591558864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8243961566591558864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-is-it-that-when-you-use-vast-sums.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-1511660053559403171</id><published>2008-04-03T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:44:45.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>different football</title><content type='html'>ok.. today I actually played football, for the first time in years.. aaand, I pulled a muscle.. DAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucked.. otherwise.. things are going great.. the new and o so good idea for paying for school is becomming reality.. what can a creative guy that is attending a school that produces lots of consultants.. become a creative consultant!!!&lt;br /&gt;so.. Me and 2 of the guys started working abit for a company today.. going to be doing some stuff for them.. VERY happy about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorow.. I'm getting my new glasses.. life smiles upon the people that try to smile at all times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that me!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-1511660053559403171?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1511660053559403171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=1511660053559403171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1511660053559403171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1511660053559403171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/04/different-football.html' title='different football'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-7079821038112566967</id><published>2008-03-30T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:46:59.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>Today... or rather yesterday.. the Norwegian leauge started again.. (but yesterday only a couple of shitty teams played)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my teams shirt.. my yellow and black scarf.. sat down ready to watch the game online... sat down 5hours before it started even.. used the day to watch old clips on youtube, songs and such.. been reading and writing on different forums, in general just getting into the atmosphere of being a real supporter again.&lt;br /&gt;my team sucked today.. 1-1against a crappy team from waaaaaaay up north.. BUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I't all makes me think.. how much time, money, energy and feelings people put into it.&lt;br /&gt;it's only a game.. a game that you are not playing.. you are just watching it&lt;br /&gt;or are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that very many people get a feeling of purpose, belonging.. they are suddenly part of something much bigger than themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my team won the cup last year.. I was crying like a baby!&lt;br /&gt;why? have I ever played for that team? Have I ever done anything to help the team to victory accept use money on tickets, supporter articles and helped sing them along when I'm at the matches?&lt;br /&gt;nope....BUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a little kid my grandfather took me to those games, with the different players on the pitch, the different people standing next to me in the stands, sitting beside me when I've watched the game on tv.. I've shared something.. something huge!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that it's something as "simple" as love..  BUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would call it.. life..&lt;br /&gt;I have gone every singel human emotion by beeing a football fan.. love, hate, happiness, sadness.. The feeling of betrayel and the one of sucess.. you never know how you will be feeling after those 90minuets are up. the only thing you know, is that you will no matter what, find yourself dressed in your yellow shirt and your yellow and black scarf ready to go through that rollercoster of emotions again.&lt;br /&gt;as in life.. you never know what is going to happen, but no matter what does.. you always have tommorow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now I think thats enough fucked up filosofi and sounding like a prick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nobody reads this blog anyway, so.. mohahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time, be good... but not too good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-7079821038112566967?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7079821038112566967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=7079821038112566967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7079821038112566967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/7079821038112566967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/03/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-8990406866358741390</id><published>2008-03-27T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T03:45:38.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not easter..</title><content type='html'>well.. that was that holiday... and a good couple of days that I just haven't been bother to update the blog..but I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... I have used some cash.. and now.... I have... yes you guessed correct.. a poker table!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really play poker... but... It is great as a desk and as a dining table... so.. maybe I'll learn to play some poker evntually as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mymost fun projects these days is making paper airplanes.... when you throw them from some higt... it is actually really cool to look at them just float on the wind... shitty when they land on the veranda next door.. or on the roof.. but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new things that have accured to me..&lt;br /&gt;western style shirts is one of the coolest things invented after fire.&lt;br /&gt;pannekakes are great in the morning if you can be bother making them.&lt;br /&gt;shopping is fun, but shopping for glasses is a terrifying experience.&lt;br /&gt;gray skies are depressing.&lt;br /&gt;speaking to ols friends you haven't talkes to in a long time is a really great thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight I'm going to some club thing, fashion event something.. could be cool, me and some friends are talking about starting up a small exclusive clothes company.. so.. good to get inspierd abit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. now I am going to fold more paperplanes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way... do you know anybody that is interested in change?&lt;br /&gt;in them selves, or society.. in general?&lt;br /&gt;We are now looking for team 2 at the kaospilots here in Rotterdam... make them check out the website &lt;a href="http://www.kaospilots.nl/"&gt;www.kaospilots.nl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace on earth&lt;br /&gt;-Ragnar-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-8990406866358741390?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8990406866358741390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=8990406866358741390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8990406866358741390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/8990406866358741390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-easter.html' title='not easter..'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-6152129340592931429</id><published>2008-03-21T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:00:02.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>easter...</title><content type='html'>well.. I think it's easter about now....&lt;br /&gt;I've never really celebrated easter that much... but.. sitting alone in a big city just fighting with google and youtube, trying to do some research.. that really blows....&lt;br /&gt;howeever.. everything has possetive aspects.. e.g. I can eat all of the pannecakes myself. mohaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. tommorow, Iæm going to the store.. buying shitloads of candy... it will be... sweet(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things that came to mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it possible to give yourself an effective back massage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the small intro's before movies.. I think they make me really happy, but.. aren't they really a waste of time often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my heating oven supposed to not give any heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anything better than to speak to an old and very dear friend when you haven't talked to gether in many months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is easter a good reason for a good party at the irish pub?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if tap water naturally tasted some funky fruit flavour, would people then think highly of them selves when they bought water that didnæt taste like anything.. or water if you prefer..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody in the world have green eyes with silver spots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the monster in the washingmachine eats socks... who eats washing machine monsters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*diving within odd mental layers*&lt;br /&gt;-Rag-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-6152129340592931429?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6152129340592931429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=6152129340592931429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6152129340592931429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6152129340592931429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='easter...'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-6486723652084001790</id><published>2008-03-19T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:24:44.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallooooooooooo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it possible to spend almost an entire day looking for a cable so I can connect my camera to my computer... and then.. I found a cable.... but.. it's not the cable for my cam.. where is my cam cable?!?!??!?!?!?!?! I want my cam cable!!!! aaaaaaaarggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, looking forward to be at school working abit in the morning. grrrrrrrrreat as frosty the tiger would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, no odd ideas in my head... that is actually an odditiy in it self...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-6486723652084001790?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6486723652084001790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=6486723652084001790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6486723652084001790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/6486723652084001790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/03/hallooooooooooo-how-is-it-possible-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-343611947291419054</id><published>2008-03-16T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T06:46:01.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... some things just came to mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - last weekend, I think somebody got killed down the street, 5big police vans, not cars.. vans... tape keeping people away, ugly old police woman looking angry at everybody that passed... in other words.. I think I live in the ghetto... and in a way, I like it... fun when you move to another country, your parents are on the other side of the world.. and you really find out, shit.. this is the real world.. puts things in perspective. glad I'm the nice prince charming good boy I am ans stay on the right side of the law.. and the right side of most people i meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I finally learned the trick about dutch pannekakes... glad I took with me "boller &amp;amp; burritos", the cooking book I got when I was 13...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- knuffel is a funny and nice word.. odd how the dutch language has some charming treasures of some words hidden within it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - small things like nailclippers etc have an annoying habbit of hiding when you need then, and just lying around when you don't need them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - annoying to go out to the shops on a sunday when you have no idea when the shops are actually open, and when they close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - wondering if I actually would like all the juices I'm drinking these days if I could translate so I knew what kind of fruits and berries are in there.. maybe it's a good thing to trust in blindness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japp, thats about it..&lt;br /&gt;smooch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-343611947291419054?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/343611947291419054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=343611947291419054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/343611947291419054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/343611947291419054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-3403350826767890436</id><published>2008-03-14T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:41:12.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day of creation</title><content type='html'>well.. at least starting to create something..&lt;br /&gt;today I've been in amsterdam to have a meeting with Martin (one of the founders of KPNL), Pieter (crazy man that loves KPNL, and we love him), Dennis (a russian dutchy doing his intership at kpnl) and Elfried (great friend of the kaospilots, also been our lecturer during marketing)&lt;br /&gt;....reason for the meeting.. try to take some steps further on marketing for the school.&lt;br /&gt;we played around with some different ideas, made some important steps that we hope we will be able to show the results of.... soon!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, I hate sitting on trains without music or something to read, frozen pizza's rock, but... get sick of them after eating them atleast 3times a week since christmas, fridaynight tv sucks, deciding upon a haircut is alot harder than deciding to devote myself to the kaospilots for 3years (hehe, that was actually really easy for me, but know some people might be unsure of they are looking into it for the first time), and eh.. I'm looking forward to monday.. I'm going to celebrate St.patricks day.. have no clue what is happning, but planning to put on a green tshirt, go to an irish pub, get hammerd, and hope some other people had the same idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish thou a weekend filled with peace, happiness and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-3403350826767890436?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3403350826767890436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=3403350826767890436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3403350826767890436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3403350826767890436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-of-creation.html' title='the day of creation'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-3613411647817377843</id><published>2008-03-12T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:30:51.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day of cleaning...</title><content type='html'>well...&lt;br /&gt;blææææ.. I just hate cleaning, hehe, it is so boring!&lt;br /&gt;started off cleaning a bathroom at school today...&lt;br /&gt;has anybody ever done it before??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;looked like somebody hade puked on one of the walls... but alas.. it was worse.. it was candle waz.. I used like 3hours cleaning that tiny bathroom.. baaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting bymyself in the cockpitt (our charming little bar/chill out in the schools basement)&lt;br /&gt;...just finished moving away some of the mess here... something we should have done about... well.. 2..3 months ago??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team 1... wanna party here soon? I LOVE this basement.. it's so fucking cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other news? neh.. going home soon... clean there also.. will probably be sitting up working all night..&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lack of inspiration... when it comes to what I'm going to choose for dinner tonight that is... almost fed up with pizza... almost...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word of the year...............&lt;br /&gt;love.. you do the deep thinking about what it meens and can meen for just you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-3613411647817377843?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3613411647817377843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=3613411647817377843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3613411647817377843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3613411647817377843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-of-cleaning.html' title='the day of cleaning...'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-389778337023219516</id><published>2008-03-11T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T06:20:23.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que pasa?</title><content type='html'>so.. what is happening in the life of the rag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. my beutiful team has divided into 2.. well.. 3..&lt;br /&gt;9people are in thailand visiting a world sumit on social innovation.&lt;br /&gt;7people are in a firetruck, driving around europe and finding out, what is really social innovation?&lt;br /&gt;and little old me.. I decided to stay in Rotterdam and take some further steps on some of the projects I already have going on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the main goals of being a Kaospilot in my opinion is finding you passion, and working on it. so... I'm actually rather happy indeed that I chose to stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..what am I doing then.. good question..&lt;br /&gt;today I'm at least sitting at school, catching up with old mails and old ideas that I haven't been able to get from my head and down on paper yet.&lt;br /&gt;tommorow I'm going to start off by cleaning the school.. and after that... time will show=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-389778337023219516?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/389778337023219516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=389778337023219516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/389778337023219516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/389778337023219516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-pasa.html' title='que pasa?'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-61863280972391557</id><published>2008-02-26T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:31:22.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>projects..</title><content type='html'>maybe an idea to share what I'm up to at school these days... so... ok, here it goes.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-planning a 10day roadtrip (maybe traveling in an old fire engine) in europe to find out "what is social innovation?". make a movie out of it.. and I'm in charge of the movie behind the movie.. nice!&lt;br /&gt;-webpage... well, I'm the student that is helping plan, change and uppdate the webpage &lt;a href="http://www.kaospilots.nl/"&gt;www.kaospilots.nl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm heading of a team of student trying to find a new location for our school. weirder is better. know about a good place in Rotterdam? let me know!&lt;br /&gt;-TNO. a dutch company, had a good meeting with them today.. I'll uppdate on what we will be doing.. later!&lt;br /&gt;-KaosWorks. me and 3others in the team are starting a company so we can sell our kp skills. very cool!&lt;br /&gt;-looks like I might be in charge of starting off the kaospilot international student board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. know I have forgot something.. but.. point is.. lots of fun projects!!! and yes I know.. really short and shitty job of telling what they are.. but.. atleast.. know you might have a clue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-61863280972391557?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/61863280972391557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=61863280972391557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/61863280972391557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/61863280972391557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/02/projects.html' title='projects..'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-192825956368697220</id><published>2008-02-17T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:36:10.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little quicky..</title><content type='html'>well.. about time to uppdate here again, had muchi stuff to do the last week, moving into a new apartment, had alot to do at school, we are in our buisness design module.. alot of work, but muy muy interesting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biggest problems in my life these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- remembering to buy a shiwer curtain&lt;br /&gt;- having a stove that doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;- having a bike with a flat&lt;br /&gt;- finally buying shelves at ikea, getting home, opening them, and finding out that they are the wrong ones.. jupp.. gotta go back..&lt;br /&gt;- cash.. or lack of... solid proof that there is no god, if there was, I would have got a student loan from some where..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool stuff happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- starting up a company with some of my team mates, that will enable us to get some cash.. sweet! gotta love win-win-win mindsets in companies.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a purple carpet with white paintstains.. love it!&lt;br /&gt;- the sun is shining... atleast abit... shame that it still is fucking cold outside.. but it looks nice..&lt;br /&gt;- finally gonna get my haircut... just don't know how.. where... or when.. but.. atleast going to remove 1cm.. if not 30... hmm.. time will show..&lt;br /&gt;- I'll get internet in my flat in a couple of weeks.. then I can actually update with all the stuff racing in my mind from my balcony... que perfecto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gotta run and play some basket ball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love for everyone and everything.... or not.. everything is dependendt on something or someone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-192825956368697220?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/192825956368697220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=192825956368697220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/192825956368697220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/192825956368697220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-quicky.html' title='a little quicky..'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-3807277012296409366</id><published>2008-02-03T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T07:34:42.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT was that?!?!</title><content type='html'>Carneval.. need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;Me and two of the guys from the team hopped on the train on friday afternoon in direction of Tilburg, a small town in the south, about an hour from Rotterdam... &lt;br /&gt;loooong story short.. we gressed up as some odd sekt people with some friends there. we got totally plasterd.... so much tht the danish guy had to go home on the saturday allready......&lt;br /&gt;Ans then on the saturday we drank some more... twice.. I manged to hit myself in the mouth with a metal plate... so got a "cool" little scar there now..&lt;br /&gt;fuck it, I'm too tierd to tell anything.. i'll just say that I'm going back next year!&lt;br /&gt;but way before that.. like right now...me go nappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-3807277012296409366?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3807277012296409366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=3807277012296409366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3807277012296409366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/3807277012296409366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-was-that.html' title='WHAT was that?!?!'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-1291363251211918901</id><published>2008-01-31T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:46:23.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day of the lazy</title><content type='html'>I was awaken at 8:45 today by a sound that must have been produced in hell.. my retro alarm clock was wailing at me.. what did I do.. I turned it off, fell asleep, didn't wake up untill 12 and missed school.. great.. really happy.. *now would be the perfect time to have tourettes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. I have basically been online looking for furniture etc at the ikea homepage as I am moving in less than 2weeks.. nice to be finished with that crap now and not having to fix everything the day I get the keys to the new flat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, just a lazy day of washing clothes, eating bad noodles, getting even more broke and listning to Mr. Cash's greatest hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really looking forward to tomorow, got one meeting with some of the people in my team, going to work on finding a project on social innovation somewhere in Europe in a couple of weeks.. got a meeting with two of the guys about a presentation we are doing on monday for a big social housing company here in The Netherlands.. and... going to a little town down south over the weekend to celebrate carneval.. it is supposed to be the most stupid party in the world.. should be great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to watch a movie before I try to get som sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-1291363251211918901?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1291363251211918901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129277337061557028&amp;postID=1291363251211918901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1291363251211918901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/1291363251211918901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-of-lazy.html' title='the day of the lazy'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129277337061557028.post-2542675538122271181</id><published>2008-01-25T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T03:58:08.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about time eh..</title><content type='html'>well, finally made a blog... took like 1min.. I I waited for like... MANY years..&lt;br /&gt;and so.. life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Ragnar Syltevik, I'm 23, from Norway but half Scottish when it's practical..&lt;br /&gt;I have been attending the kaospilots in the netherlands now since september 2007&lt;br /&gt;check the homepage &lt;a href="http://www.kaospilots.nl/"&gt;http://www.kaospilots.nl/&lt;/a&gt; and stay posted on whats happening in my life =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129277337061557028-2542675538122271181?l=ragnarrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2542675538122271181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129277337061557028/posts/default/2542675538122271181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragnarrock.blogspot.com/2008/01/about-time-eh.html' title='about time eh..'/><author><name>Ragnar Syltevik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04882570131405007924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zdTc2yXnTk/R9zsImDxsQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u38gmyVl1y0/S220/mista_thing.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
