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21 December 2012

It’s getting closer to the end for us people, or for the world. At least if you’re supposed to believe the ones campaigning the end of the world through the Mayan calendar. Then the date of the end is 21/12-2012.

According to the Maya people themselves this date is ”the end of the world as we know it” and not at all the end of the world, so what does it all mean? Well, there is quite a few explanations, but I will try and sort it out, so we’ll know what to expect in short of two weeks. Hang on!

Searching the date provides over a billion hits – amazing! A very popular topic apparantly. I chose to start on Wikipedia, as usual.
So here we go!

The Maya people used a calendar called ”Long Count” long before ”we” discovered the new world. 

What is "Long Count"?

It identifies the day & date by counting from the creation (i.e. the creation of man), which according to calculations and our Gregorian calendar is 11th August 3114 BC.

So where is the connection between the ”Long Count” calendar and judgment day 21/12-2012?

We’re living in the fourth world, according to Popol Vuh, which is a book based on creation myths. Popol Vuh describes all previous 3 creations, which all failed. The fourth was a success, and people were introduced to the world.

The previous creation (no 3) ended according to Long Count with the date 12.19.19.17.19, which is the end of the 13 b’ak’tun and the beginning of 14 b’ak’tun (=13.0.0.0.0). The end date coincides with 20/12-2012 and 21/12 is the beginning of 14 b’ak’tun. 13 b’ak’tun equals approximately 5125 years. While an earlier creation (no 3) ended on this date, it has been calculated (presumed?) that our creation no 4 also will end here. To start a new creation, which doesn’t necessarily mean that the world will end, more that it enters another phase, or something like that.

The end of a b’ak’tun is a happening worth celebrating

According to the scientists and scholars the Maya people considered it a real big deal to finally reach the end of a b’ak’tun, but not in the sense it has been interpreted in every man’s head, but rather in a good way. It is not a judgment day; the world will not end. There has been periods (cycles) before and there will be periods after. Without a doubt.

According to Wikipedia following scholars have written the following:

1957: Maud Worcester Makemson (Maya scholar & astronomer): ”the completion of a Great Period of 13 b’ak’tuns would have been of the utmost significance to the Maya”.

1966: Michael D. Coe (archeologist, anthropologist, epigraficist & author): ”there is a suggestion… that Armageddon would overtake the degenerate peoples of the world and all creation on the final day of the 13th [b’ak’tun]. Thus… our present universe [would] be annihilated [in December 2012] when the Great Cycle of the Long Count reaches completion.”

During the 90-s many scholars took after MDC’s interpretation. Unfortunately. However, later research has pointed towards the end of 13 b’ak’tun being more of cause for celebration, instead of fearing doom. ”There is nothing which implies they predicted a sudden or big change in 2012.” According to Mark Van Stone (Maya scholar) the interpretation of a ”Great Cycle” coming to an end is nothing more than a modern interpretation. 1990 two other experts: Linda Schele (Maya epigraficist & iconographicist) and David Freidel (archeologist, Maya scholar & author) were of the opinion that the Maya people did not regard this as the end for mankind, nor the end of our world.

Xultun

The oldest Mayan calendar ever to be found has recently been discovered in Xultun, deep in the jungle of Guatemala. A mural calendar. This is apparantly not a countdown to the end of the world 2012, but a prediction or calculation of a world as far ahead as at least 7000 years. According to the archeologist on site David Stuart, the Mayan calendar goes on for so many years that we can’t even comprehend the numbers – millions, billions, zillions, what comes after that? You get the picture? It was merely a question of finding all the pieces of the puzzle.

But what about Nostradamus? You’re thinking at the moment. He too predicted the end of the world in 2012.

Hm yes and no. Nostradamus wrote a lot of prophecies – which however noone has been able to read or interpret them BEFORE things happened. As you all know it is very easy in hindsight, having all the answers, to see all the signs that were there. Should a prophecy really be so hard to interpret that you cannot figure it out before the bad things happen?

A new awareness

Insted of the end of the world people are more and more talking about a change in people’s minds; that people are going to get more aware. That is great. At least I think so. People should be more aware. Without sounding to arrogant here, the world will be a better place if everybody is more aware of their souls, and treat eachother in a way which generates positive energy instead of negative, to realise what is important and not only crave empty, meaningless power. 

So, my dears, you can all calm down, you will have another Christmas this year, and probably many to come.

The world will not end, not this time either.

At least not if it’s up to the Maya people.

Posted by Charnette on December 09, 2012 at 2:13PM | Permalink | 0 Comments


I can't live without you...

First I will have to apologise for being incredibly sporadic all of a sudden, but there is a natural explanation below:

Suddenly I woke up feeling the room was a bit stuffy. The Air-con was off and the phone showed a few minutes past 8 in the morning. Surprising, yes, but not particularly alarming; it’s not the first time it’s happened during this trip, and I’ve experienced it before in Thailand. Previous years power was a big issue on Koh PhaNgan. Sometimes happily in the shower shampooing your hair you could easily find yourself in the situation of a power cut, which also means no water. It’s still an issue today in Haad Rin, but it’s not as bad or as often. So this morning I just muttered a bit, and opened up all 3 windows in the room and crawled back into bed, staring at the ceiling. Trying to sleep again would be pointless (I can’t sleep when it’s too hot or too stuffy, I’m very heat sensitive – yeah, well I know, what am I doing here?), so instead I started reading a book – ”Eat, pray, love” by Elizabeth Gilbert.


What was going on? Aliens?

When the power didn’t seem to want to return I started feeling a tad anxious. What was going on? A quick glance at my phone got my skin crawling. No service. I beg your pardon? That was odd; that usually only happens in Ban Tachong in Buriram when your provider is True Move. I now use Dtac.

Promises were broken...

All day continued without power, although we were ”promised” by both our land lady and some random shop keeper that the power would return the same afternoon. It didn’t.

2 hours power rations...

The next morning we got 2 hours of power, and I managed to, just in time, look on the net and discover that something big had happened, but it was neither an alien invasion nor a nuclear bomb war, which were our first choices, but rather simply, some bungly fing people from the electricity company who during a scheduled maintenance screwed up. So now all 3 islands were without power; Koh Samui, Koh PhaNgan and Koh Tao. Great. What is even worse is that the water is somehow connected to the electricity (I have no idea what it’s like back home actually, but I seem to remember that the water’s working even during power cuts), so there were no possibility for shower or poo-poo (=shitting). We would have the honour of having electricity during 2hour periods every 12 hours. How generous. What should we do with all that power? And above all – where did it come from, since all the cables were broken, and there was none?

Imodium = heart burn medicine?

The following morning I woke up even earlier than early, and had a terrible stomach ache. What was going on? Well, I had to go. To the bathroom, that is. NOW! This could happen if you stuff yourself with Imodium thinking it is heart burn medicine (and that could happen when you send your boyfriend to the pharmacy!). After hastily discussing with myself, whether or not I dared to challenge my stable relationship by poo-pooing shamelessly in the bathroom, where there were no water, I decided there wasn’t much of a debate – necessity knows no law!

The electricity returned and I made sure to shower, clear the dishes, do some laundry, and filling some bottles with water awaiting the next dry period. Internet was totally dead – I suppose the router freaked out, because it’s still dead, even though the power is working.

So this was our routine for 4 days, but this morning the electricity finally returned at 0423. I was so happy. I jumped happily out of bed, even though it was early, and turned on the fans. Just unnecessary to turn on the AC now I thought, since we’ve gotten used to this heat.

How could it become so bad?

I seriously had no idea how bad it really was in regards to me and electricity, what a deep and profound relationship we actually have. I got a taste of it while in Nepal 2008-2009, where during the dry season people only have power 4 hours at a time, then it’s totally dead for the following 4 hours and after that the power comes back for another 4 hours, etc. Every 3 days the time changes, so then you suddenly have 8 hours of electricity – WOW! – and then back to normal again. They have an electricity schedule, which actually works, and people understand it, but in a country which has one of the richest water resources in the world, which you could’ve used to a whole heap of waterdriven power, it all feels so sad. Especially since the ”important” parts of Kathmandu constantly has power – those parts where the king’s house is located and the expensive shopping street Kings Way. This is prioritised, not the people. But the fact is it such a corrupted country, it’s hard to invest here, because all the winnings go straight into somebody’s pockets. You can never reach any progress like that.

Nepal wasn't at all this bad...

My point here was however that this problem is constant in Nepal/Kathmandu, so I accepted it, somehow it didn’t even feel particularly hard. At least I knew when I could expect my 4 hours, and could make some plans. Suddenly in a country where I expect to have a constant flow of power it’s brutally yanked away from me, and that’s when I get annoyed. It’s about the same thing as back home having an incredibly fast broadband, but somehow it’s not delivering what I’m paying for, or expecting. That makes me annoyed too. Or when the bus leaves later than the time schedule. In Thailand I don’t give a frack if the bus leaves at 2115 or 2145. It’s Thailand, I expect some mess. So when this electricity problem showed up, straight out of the blue, and I didn’t have any alternatives checking what was actually going on, or how long one could imagine this going on, I got frustrated like never before.

My laptop missed me...

And furthermore, my fingers were itching to touch my computer. So incredibly hard to not having the cute thing in my lap, tapping the keys indefinitely. Sit down and write by hand? Well, yeah, if I want to torture myself. I hardly ever write by hand anymore, which is actually sad, but it so much more fun writing on the computer! Anyhow I got to start and get through a big part of the book. Incredibly good and captivating (I love the movie too, since I feel that everything in it somehow reflects me and my journey). And besides, she’s such a great writer, using a lot of irony – and I like that. A lot is different from the movie – not totally unexpected, no, after all it’s an american movie. I also got to study quite a lot, which was also good, since I’ve missed the greater part of course 2 unfortunately, due to sick sicknesses, and ailing ailments and visa runs.

Who will have to pay?

What’s really bothered me in this electricity story is that they at all discussed who will have to pay for this unfortunate happening. Apparantly Thailand wanted Japan to pay for the show, and I felt something crawling inside of me. What difference does it make who pays – just fix the fracking shit! This area is one of the biggest tourist traps in all of Thailand, and they are arguing about payment. Don’t Thailand understand how much they lose just by delaying this?

Now it seems, however, that everything is working and running smoothly, but not many people have got a clue.

People died...

3 people died to help us ”poor souls” on the other side of the narrow, and that feels incredibly tragic, and pointless, so my thoughts today wander to their families. While I’m sitting here, happy to have been reunited with my love, they have lost one of their own... So when your worldly needs are put against a tragedy like this, it somehow doesn’t feel as important to play with your aluminium friend anymore.

Posted by Charnette on December 08, 2012 at 1:42PM | Permalink | 0 Comments


Why? The sex tourism in Thailand, pt 3.

Today it is about why; why do white men buy asian (or for that matter, any other lowbudget countries’) women? And why do thai women ”want” to become prostitutes?

There are several reasons why men happily travel across the globe to buy love, sex, and more or less a whole girlfriend experience. Probably as many reasons as there are buyers, but here are the most common I’ve stumbled upon, and what I think about these bad examples of excuses from bad examples of people.

1. It’s not the same thing!

Probably the most common excuse states that it’s not the same thing buying sex in Thailand as back home, and by that they’re usually referring to the statement that the thai culture don’t view the prostitution the same way we westerners do, and it’s not really sex you’re buying, because it’s so much more. Since 1960 prostitution has been illegal in Thailand, however the law is not strictly enforced.

Are ALL thai women available and are they all hookers?

What makes me a bit afraid is however this article on Thai World View.

”Thai women are neither prurient nor are they passive. They're like women everywhere. They want to be respected, have equal rights with men and be treated like human beings. ”

I started thinking and it’s probably right, the farang men look at the thai women – now I’m referring to my own experiences here, the one with Jane in Bangkok, and what that idiot from Holland in my class said and how he said it: ”Poor farang people who come to Thailand and get cheated by Thai women!” OK, farangs are not cheated by thai women – but by thai prostitutes, whether or not they have the sense to separate the two is a completely different issue.

If you have this opinion that all thai women are for sale and don’t understand the difference, then of course it’s simple to justify this behaviour with a simple shrug and the words: ”It’s not the same thing!”

2. I like asian girls; I get turned on by the exotic.

WHAT? I don’t buy this crap. If you like asian girls why don’t you turn to the ones you don’t have to buy? I’m not trying to hide the fact I like asian guys, but I’m not buying them, because that’s below my dignity and so appalling it turns me off even thinking about it.

What’s the attraction of having sex with somebody, or even worse, having a conversation with somebody who’s only reason for being there is because you’re paying her?

The whole of Thailand is full of regular, beautiful, smart, honest, and well educated women (or if you prefer an unusual, ugly, dense, cheating analfabet there are probably a whole heap of those too), so why not turn to them? The answer is as simple as it’s embarrassing; because with those women these men don’t stand a chance.

Or is it simply as this article on Thai World View is insinuating: that farang in their stupidity really believe that a prostitute constitutes the norm for a thai woman? In that case I’m really scared.

3. It’s not just about sex!

Some make the excuse that it’s about so much more than sex. It’s simply a whole experience – a girlfriend experience. Well, yes, of course it is. Probably from the buyer’s point of view, but I can guarantee that it’s not about anything else but money for the one being bought, so it doesn’t really matter whether you’re holding her hand in the street or just using her as a carrymat. Real feelings or something real is extremely rare. ”Pretty Woman” in reality? Not so much.

4. Farang women are so incredibly nagging/bad lovers/stupid/equality fixated/egocentric/horrible etc.

These are definitions I’ve picked up here and there on different fora, and they’re all from farangs who go to Thailand because they’re, according to themselves, sick of us Swedish women. In a previous post I linked to a comment on a Swedish blog post. Here is another comment and I don’t even know how to refute this one. Apparantly we, Swedish women are incredibly boring in bed… ? Bateyed? This is obviously a middle aged man who is extremely self righteous and very bitter (I’m most definately not judgemental). Swedish women don’t really have the reputation of being bad lovers, and not unusually bateyed, at least this is not something I – as a Swedish woman – have experienced during all of my travels. On the contrary, we are pretty well coveted (excuse me for banging on my own drum here), just like Swedish men, because we are somehow considered rather pleasant.

Besides I do believe you’re at least two in a bad sex experience; seems like a tough job to all by yourself cause such a bad experience – I mean what does the man do while the Swedish woman is sucking (pardon the pun)? Apparantly he is not very inspiring either.

I can understand that you, as a weak man, can’t handle us Swedish women today, that you might think we are too independent; Sweden is actually one of the most equal countries in the world. 

Translated comment from Swedish:

”Anonymous said...

Thai girls are in general far more fun in bed than Swedes – so much funnier. The one who won’t have the experience is the one to blame. I can only remember a couple of Swedes who were really fun in bed – most of them were pretty boring.

"The woman decides over her own body” Isn’t that what they say? Should Thai girls let themselves be controlled by bateyed ladies in Sweden?

Unfortunately this is not debateable – the premise is so distorted. Much like the EU – they said the ”neutrality politics” made membership impossible, but suddenly one morning it was obvious that wasn’t the case – but never a debate.”

Yeah... ok?

Why do Thai women ”want” to be prostitutes?

So why are there so many Thai women who are prostitutes? Are they really working with their occupation of their dreams? Is this something they want to do? Did they dream about a life as a prostitute when they were kids?

I don’t think so, and in all honesty, I don’t believe any other normal person really believes that deep down inside. After having read some in the subject, and while seeing them everyday, so well, yeah, there are probably those who prefer to work as a prostitute because you can earn a great deal. In all countries and within all peoples there will always be humans who can do anything for money, no matter the costs. There are even people in our western countries working as prostitutes because they like the money and the things they buy. Why not? It is the 21st century. BUT, the greater part of the girls/women in this country are guaranteed not in the business they would be had they had other alternatives.

In a Swedish newspaper called Expressen I read an article about Swedish men who go to Thailand in order to buy sex. In this article a  20-year old prostitute says that she does it for the money, because she can earn more here than anywhere, but that doesn’t mean she’s doing this because she likes it, but simply that she’s a slave for money. It probably seems as a good option when you’re young and innocent, but I doubt those standing there having the hindsight really would’ve chosen the occupation a second time. Or she might be one of the few who really enjoys money, what do I know?

Another one says she does it because she needs the money in order to help her family and the chance to find a western husband. Let’s face it – farang men go to Thailand and almost exclusively see prostitutes, so the chance is pretty big she might meet somebody who’d also like to get married. According to Thai World View a daughter’s task is to show gratitude by being self sacrificing, which is also a hint to why they chose to work as prostitutes and earn a greater buck – they can support their families.

What else would a poor, Thai woman do? What does the future look like when you’re not born with any silver spoons?

Her options are very limited; 6 years schooling and after that follows a low paid job. Of course being able to support one’s family is very tempting, even if you have to sell yourself. Especially if you’re not aware in advance of how bad it could be.

Thai World View is a very good place for information, and this article I mentioned is great and have lots of interesting facts. It also states that illegal gangs travel around the northern parts of the country (the northern parts of Thailand are the poorest). Many girls believe they are going to Bangkok, Pattaya, Phuket etc to work in households, but some of them know what it’s all about.

"bad women", phuying mai di

Nomadic Matt whom I linked to in pt 2 told us how Thai people don’t really dislike or looked down upon the prostitutes, and he of all people should know, since he’s been living in the country and really talking to the locals. As I’ve written before, Thai people don’t spend their time looking down on other people in the regard we westerners do, but… and here we go. Thai people are very complicated. Asians in general are complicated for us westerners who walk around with our opinions and feelings like big neon signs on our fore heads. They are rarely really, really honest, because they are extremely worried about hurting other people’s feelings. You don’t want to embarrass another person. So when Nomadic Matt asked whether or not the society looks down on the prostitutes he probably got the answer no – no sane human being here (or maybe even back home) would ever admit to looking down on another person – that reflects in the way you act and certain statements, for example having bad nicknames for prostitutes like ”bad woman” or ”woman looking for food” in thai. Just as here in the west, where we don’t really like to mix with the prostitutes down the street, the Thai people are not to fond of these fellow country women.

Low castes = bad human beings

In Nepal where the caste system is both old and forbidden by law, my ex-boyfriend, who belonged to the second highest caste – the priests, still not admit that the garbage collectors could actually be good people. When we passed through their neighbourhood and the street lights were off due the government’s electricity savings he advised me to be on my toes, because we were in the hood of the bad people, so to speak, and you shouldn’t trust them. Ever. But in another conversation he didn’t care the least about what caste people were part of. All humans were equally valuable in the eyes of Buddha. Somewhat ambiguous?

The sex rumours are destroying the country’s attraction

The first time I came here, during the happy 20th century, to be more specific the year of 1995, I didn’t even want to come here, due to all the weird sex rumours I had heard. I imagined a dirty, unattractive country which I saw no reason to visit. I am very happy that Pernilla managed to persuade me to expand my horizons. Still today some people frown upon the mentioning of Thailand, because the only things they think about are sex, hookers, and disgusting pedophiles. It’s extremely tragic, and Thailand has a long way to go before they’ve cleaned out their back yard, but here we, as visitors have an incredibly big responsibility, since we are an enormous part of the buying and stimuli of this whole business.

Straight up in the saddle?

Pernilla and me were during our stay on Koh Samui invited by an Italian guy to a gogo-bar. He had gotten his heart broken by a ”bargirl”. He had bought her for one night, attraction arose (at least from his side anyway), so he kept extending, and extending until one month had passed. When the month was over and he wanted to continue cuddling she told him he had to pay the bar she worked in if he wanted to continue seeing her. He was incredibly hurt, because he really believed this was true love. It ended, but now he was ready for new heart breaks, now he wanted to get out there, finding a new ”bargirl”. Pernilla and me thought it could be fun getting to see the inside of a gogo-bar (young and uncomprehending as we were), so of course we tagged along with the idiot. But despite the fact that some of the girls inside were amazingly beautiful and sexy, I couldn’t help but notice their empty, detached look in their eyes. Those girls were not there because they were doing something they enjoyed – I mean let’s be honest here. What sane person would designate their life to an occupation where you have to sleep with despicable people? Every evening, every night. No, that’s not something you want to do, that’s something you have to do, or just end up doing through bad choices or lack of alternatives. It’s not a conscious choice you make as a woman. And then having the indeceny expressing yourself with such insensitivity about the issue; trying to twist this to every woman’s right to decide over her own body – it’s totally incomprehensible. Or that it’s not the same thing, or that it’s about more than sex. I find no words for such a complete lack of knowledge, normal sense or empathy.

Please continue commenting – I don’t want to be the only bateyed here. ;) But I’d also like to hear from some males – from both camps, too.

To be continued...

Would you like to know more? These posts are from farang men themselves. Enjoy or vomit, which ever works for you!

Here you can read about why white men throw themselves on airplanes across the glove to have the honour of buying love with a warm thai prostitute. 

Indeed. OMG what a complete moron. I’m not surprised why this person have to go to Thailand in order to buy a woman.

Posted by Charnette on November 21, 2012 at 8:50PM | Permalink | 0 Comments


In search of safety...

I was actually writing a completely different post about a completely different topic, but I guess that one will have to wait – I will have to give it some more time, because when I read this article in a Swedish newspape I got eager to write about something else. And I have to follow my heart! ;)


About a year ago, April 2011, I wrote about the mentality in Sweden, in the society, about how we are raised to never venture into any risky adventures by fear that it won’t end well. That we don’t even try, because we might not make it, we might not succeed. So why even try. We might get dissappointed. And sad. And hurt. But we might also succeed, we might grow as human beings, and life might be much better than it was before. But no, it’s silly to even bother.


There was a debate article in the Swedish newspaper called DN today, and it hits the spot right on about everything I meant when I wrote my post. And more.


What’s the definition of a Swede?


To be Swedish means that you are just like everybody else, you don’t stand out, and you don’t believe that you are somebody. You should want the same thing as anybody and you should definately not want to go your own way, or go searching for yourself. You also constantly have to come up with new excuses to why you shouldn’t live your life, but rather sit boxed in a pretend-life, because it is good to be safe. That you at the same time never will experience anything doesn’t really matter, because you are safe.


To be safe is something highly valuable for us Swedes. To be able to live a life in safety and not experience any catastrophes (thank God for nature catastrophes being so rare in Sweden) or sad experiences at all. That is actually what every normal parent would wish for their children. But instead they should be wishing for their children going through life – learning from their experiences, embracing the catastrophes life brought in a good way, and learning to get through them in a good way. Because if you never experience anything bad, how will you learn anything with any depth at all? Just like the article says: if you’ve never fallen the pain is unimaginable when you in the end fall, and you have no idea how to deal with it. Because everyone falls – sooner or later, no matter how safe your life is or has been.


Life gets so shallow when you never experience anything challenging or anything shaping you in one way or the other.


Curling parents are not really a Swedish phenomena, but yet very Swedish, probably because we have this safety need inside us. The curled kids who now in enormous amounts are entering the job market have no safety net at all, because their parents have protected them from all bad experiences, their entire lives. They even made sure that society protected them, even made sure that ”schools” were not mean to them, not putting on student in competition with another, so that somebody might end up sad because they lost. In their eager attempts to protect their children they don’t realise that they are destroying their childrens’ lives. The curled kids cannot deal with life by themselves, they are completely incapacitated i the thing called life and have no idea how to behave. And why should you even want to behave when it doesn’t even matter? Your parents accept everything you do anyway – without any limits, because oh horrible thought, to give a child limits might make it sad. A limit doesn’t teach the child right from wrong obviously, not anymore, not like when I was a child.


I’ve also thought a lot about the law thing – those laws that are there to protect the individual. To wear a helmet, safety belt, the prohibition against certain substances etc. Those laws are protecting me as an individual, and the only person affected by not abiding to these laws are me, so what’s the state got to with it? If I want to put myself in jeopardy it should be up to me, right? No, certainly not, because if you don’t understand any better we have to take care of you. We have to protect you at all cost, when you are not capable of taking care of yourself. We Swedes take care of others, but we take rarely care of ourselves.


We, Swedes, love to take care of others


We forget that we have to subject ourselves to the thing called life, because we have to protect us and everyone else against all the horribleness life brings. It is just that – without the horribleness we cannot experience the good life brings. To never subject yourself to any kind of risk means to never win anything, to never be able to grow or develop. Yes, life hurts, but that’s what life is about.


I’ve now reached the point in my life where I am tired of being Swedish, I am tired of never gaining anything, to always live my life safe in my small bubble, like a full and content cat. I want to be challenged and challenge, I want to feel – even the pains (oh, how I already regret writing this), because they are a sign of me living, and I absolutely don’t want to live in a bubble, no matter how safe it is; this is my time, my life, and it is time I live it as I was meant to. Without any safety net!

Posted by Charnette on November 17, 2012 at 8:41PM | Permalink | 0 Comments
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Blogging...

I've given this blogging thing a great deal of thought. People today (and now I'm referring to normal people who own a computer and are somewhat technology savvy, and I'm not referring to all the people out there who don't even have an email-address, or don't even know where the on/off button on a computer is) read blogs, and it's rather hard to get your blog read, since there are so many blogs out there. Everywhere. And about everything. There are obviously blogs for all tastes.


As for me, I'm kind of fascinated and interested in what people are actually reading, since I'm very extremely totally indifferent about other people's bull. If I'm going to read about it, it has to be interesting, capturing, funny or orginal. My blogs throughout the years have all just fizzled out, since I always tend to lose focus after a while. People today don't want to read about the above. At least not according to the statistics on for example blogg.se (a swedish blogging network). The most read blogs here are about absolutely NOTHING. The most visited blog ALL the time is "Mr Madhawk" - a hockey blog. Uninteresting, but it makes perfect sense in this sport fixated world we live in. The next most visited blog is "Spiderchick" - a blogging mum. Ok, some of her posts are farily ok, but why do so many people find it so important to read about such obvious trivial bull, which really isn't about anything, which in 1000 years won't make any difference. To read about someone else's boring days which really is as boring as your own?


I try constantly to find blogs I like to read, which deals with things that interests me, a tedious task I found very hard in the beginning, but the last few days I've found annoyingly many. Most of them are about languages in one way or the other, and most of them are in english.


Below you will find links to some of my favourite blogs, with which I start every day.

Linn (incredibly nice photos)

Write to Done (a lot of great writing tips for a writer)

Catherine Jan (a fellow translation colleague)

Jeff Goins (a writer with an awesome blog - it's all about writing of course)

Writer's Digest (no need for further introduction)

Lifehack (so many different topics for all tastes)


I guess we all have different goals in our lives, and one of mine is to try and affect, and change, and make people think. For themselves. And now and then I will of course post a non-serious topic, so you can all feel you're on the same level as I am. ;) But mainly I ask myself how people seem to find time to read blogs. Really.

Posted by Charnette on November 15, 2012 at 4:11PM | Permalink | 0 Comments