Did I remember to tell you that I have an art blog?

It may not be much, but I do.

No, seriously.

Sleep well!

For about a week or so the Nedtegnelser blog has been all about utter non-sense – or quick visual posts with perhaps a deeper meaning, but with an air of apparent indifference, which is all-too true, I’m afraid, as the political posts have been modest attempts at contributing to the prevention of certain developments, rather than moaning over them in retrospect.

Which would explain the blog’s incessant attention to this merry band of nationalists in particular:

While a warm defender og western values, I can see no reason why I should defend the attitudes and actions of the western world’s most powerful leader. Of course, that is so because he’s everything but a champion of western values. In short, when ever a leader, or any politician, for that matter, show strongman or national and isolationist tendencies there’s much cause for alarm.

So far we’ve seen them succeed, which may very well be all it takes to bring about dark times the likes of which we haven’t seen for over 70 years, but their European henchmen aren’t about to stop, in what we know to be a crucial election year for Europe:

No rest for the wicked

Leaving yours truly – and, hopefully, you – with no option but to carry on. Chances are we’ll lose this battle, too, but shouldn’t use that as an excuse to relax. The battle may be lost, but the war?

Hell no!

Which is where I’m compelled to recite Norwegian poet Arnulf Øverland’s (1889–1968) 1936 anti-fascist poem Dare not to sleep (translated to English American by Lars-Toralf Storstrand):

I was awakened one morning, by the quaintest of dreams
‘twas like a voice, spoken to me
It sounded afar – like an underground stream,
I rose and said: Why do you call me?

Dare not to slumber! Dare not to sleep!
Dare not believe, it was merely a dream!
Yore I was judged.
The gallows were built in the court this evening,
They’ll come for me — 5’ in the morning

This dungeon is teeming,
And barracks stand dungeon by dungeon
we lie here, awaiting, in cold cells of stone,
We lie here, we rot, in these murky holes.

We know not ourselves, what does lie ahead
Who will be the next one they’ll reach for.
We moan and we shriek: But do you take heed?
Is there none among you who’ll hearken?

No one can see us,
None know what befalls us.
Yet more:
None will believe – what the day will bring us!

And then You defy: This dare not be true!
That men can be utterly evil.
There has to be some one with merits pure
Oh, brother, you still have a great deal to learn

They said: You will give your life, if commanded
We’ve given it now, for naught it was handed
The world has forgotten, we’ve all been deceived
Dare not to sleep in this hour – this eve.

You oughtn’t go to your business hence,
Or think: What’s your loss – or what is your gain?
You oughtn’t attribute your fields and your kine,
Nor say you’ve enough – with all that is thine.

You oughn’t abide, sitting calm in your home
Saying: Dismal it is, poor they are, and alone
You cannot permit it! You dare not, at all.
Accepting that outrage on all else may fall!
I cry with the final gasps of my breath:
You dare not repose, nor stand and forget

Pardon them not – they know what they do!
They breathe on hate-glows, and evil pursue,
They fancy to slay, they revel with cries,
Their desire is to gloat, when our world is at fire!
In blood they are yearning to drown one and all!
Don’t you believe it? You’ve heard the call!

You know how infants will soldiers remain,
While dashing through streets, fields, chanting ‘bout pain
Aroused by their mothers‘ assurance of glory
They’ll shelter their land – and they’ll never worry

You know the fatality of the lies,
that glory and faith and honor abides
You discern the dauntless dreams of a child,
A saber, a banner, he’ll flaunt them so wild,

And then they’ll leave home for a rainfall of steel,
‘Till last they hang ragged on barbed wire will,
Decaying for Hitler’s Aryan call,
That is what a man’s for – after all…

I couldn’t imagine – too late now it is
My sentence is just: The verdict’s no miss
I believed in prosperity, dreamt about peace
In labor and fellowship; love’s fragrant kiss
Yet those who don’t die on the battlefield,
Their heads for the axeman, will certainly yield

I cry in the gloom – if only you’d knew
There is but one thing – befitting to do
Defend yourself, while your hands are still yearning,
Protect your offspring – Europe is burning.

***

I shook from the chill. To dress, up I rose
Without stars were shining, so far, yet so close
‘twere simply a brilliant ray in the east,
Admonishing warning from the dream that just ceased

The day that soared up from earths furthermost strand
Augmenting with blood — and with firebrand
It grew with terror – like a breath that was lost
It seemed like the starlight – was slain by the frost.

I weighed: Something is imminent – and it’s dire
Our era is over — Europe’s on fire!

Ringing truer today than at any given time after WW2. While Russia, Turkey and America are lost, for the time being at any rate, I’ll have to carry on, then, incessantly as ever, and to those among you who have simply had enough of my restless ramblings:

Sleep well!

Top illustration: Norwegian, now mostly dismantled, Soldiers of Odin marching. Blogger’s drawing.

Fake news so yesterday’s news

You’re not very likely to see this blog divulge or attempt to reveal and expose fake news when ever I stumble upon it, simply because the blog is more about what people do not – or do not want to – know than what they already know (or are prepared to realise).

And let’s fake face it, in fake news times I find legitimate, truthful news so much more sensational.

RT Sputnik Russia Kremlin propaganda Vladimir Putin
Fake news and propaganda. Watercolour by way of Waterlogue combined with blogger’s graphics.

As for the rest of you, please feel free to point out the falsehood in fake news when you see it. Chances are you are going to be very, very busy. I, on the other hand, prefer to choose my battles with care, presuming each and every piece of news potentially post-factual, treated with the normalcy it deserves, which is to say total disregard.

P.S. Truth be told, after years and years of warning against RT, Sputnik and numerous other fake news outlets, one has succumbed to a certain level of fake news fatigue, now that it’s finally on everybody’s lips. But I will say this: It feels strangely good, somehow, to have been the guy crying “Wolf!”.

Hitherto zip, zilch, nada, zero and absolutely no visitors today, reports baffled blogger at 8:20 pm, suspecting Sino-Russian DDOS attack.

Hjelp, jeg lider av sosialmedialt utmattelsessyndrom!

Selv om det ikke alltid virker sånn, har man gradvis, over en periode på adskillige år, utviklet et relativt anstrengt forhold til de sosiale mediene, som forholdsvis nylig medførte at man på det nærmeste trakk seg helt tilbake fra Facebook, så nær som daglige svippturer innom, for obligatoriske bursdagshilsener, og litt sporadisk lurking.

Videre delaktighet, som muligens er poenget, gjør man seg derimot ikke skyldig i. Faktum er at de små varslene, som vist på ikonet over, utløser et stille “Hva er det nå, da!?” i herværende blogger, som nærmest utbryter et oppgitt “Hva er problemet?” idet scenen entres.

Det har medført at bloggen De nu leser, i økende grad publiseres på framandlandsk, forresten, og er blitt ens primær-bindeledd til omverdenen, skjønt postene deles helt automagisk til bloggens egen Facebook-side (og noen steder til), som De gjerne må følge, skulle De føle Dem kallet.

Utover det, forbeholder man seg retten til å leve ut sitt sosialmediale eksil i relativ fred og fordragelighet, luskende i krokene, praktisk talt uten å ytre det skvatt (slikt har man blogg til). Antagelig som utslag av brustne forventninger til Internetts utvikling. Et Internett hvor tiden later til å stå bom stille, og ordskiftene går i repetitive sykluser, hvis gjenkjennelighet er ytterst påtagelig. Du snakker om ekkokammer …

På mange måter som denne bloggen, innser man brått. Til gjengjeld plager den bare dem som måtte oppsøke den, Gud hjelpe dere alle.

Illustrasjon: De forhatte SoMe-varslingene. Bloggers tegning og montasje.

Teknikkens vidunderlige verden?

Noen ganger føles det som om den teknologiske utviklingen snegler seg avgårde. Det er lenge siden jeg publiserte min første bloggpost fra en mobil. Faktisk husker jeg det som det var i dag, men det er 13 år siden jeg satt i en minibuss, på vei til HV-øvelse i Rena leir, med en Sony Ericsson-mobil i lanken, og postet bloggposter via e-post. Skjønt litt har skjedd siden da. Som da Apples digitale assistent, Siri, for noen år siden muliggjorde styring av enheter, så vel som diktering, som det fremgår av dette gamle videoklippet:

Jeg har fortsatt den nå fem år gamle mobilen, og burde nok ha tatt steget ut i nyere utvikling for lengst, men det er rart med det, har man først satt seg fore å refse samfunnet for dets himmelropende forbruk, bør man kanskje putte pengene hvor en har munnen, om De tilgir anglisismen. Men nå synger den på siste verset, altså, og jeg bruker engang dingsene mine i mitt daglige virke (den forbedrede kamerakvaliteten er grunn nok alene), så vel som oppdrag på fritiden – som de regelmessige referatene fra datters håndballkamper, på oppdrag fra foreldrekollegiet.

Etter gårsdagens kamper besluttet jeg derfor å bruke den håndholdte og antikverte teknologien for alt den er verdt. Følgelig bærer det følgende kampreferatet unektelig preg av å være diktert til Siri, ved hjelp av Notater-verktøyet på en femårig mobil, synkronisert mot en Mac, hvor renskrivingen fant sted. For det trengs, når Siri tolker “målvakt” som “morgenvakt” (!) og sånn, men i det store og hele likevel forenklende. Bildene er også knipset med samme oldtids-mobil. Så here goes:


Firedobbelt tysnestap

Tysnes-Bønes 01
Tysnes jenter 15 tapte 18-35 mot Bønes.

I denne artikkelen får du se flere bilder av offensive Tysnes-jenter, for offensive, det var de. Det er bare ett problem: Motstanderne var mer offensive, da håndballjenter fra Kvinnherad, Osterøy, Bønes, Vadmyra og Tysnes satte hverandre i stevne i Tysneshallen på lørdag.

TEKST OG FOTO: JARLE PETTERSON

Det var fem kamper fulle av driv og tempo som skulle prege denne dagen, men resultatene svarte trolig ikke helt til hjemmelagenes forventning.

Jenter 13, Tysnes-Kvinnherad

Tysnes-Kvinnherad
Malin Dalland prøver å parkere ballen i Kvinnherad-målet.

Denne kampen hadde Kvinnherad et klart overtak, men Tysnes kjempet tappert, selv om pauseresultatet skulle bli 2-8 i kvinnheradfavør. Kvinnherad-jentene ga for dagen en god kombinasjon av godt spill og en dyktig målvakt. Hjemmelaget hadde mange gode målsjanser, men var kanskje noe preget av angrepsvegring. Målvakt Emma Marie Brundtveit sto som en påle i mål, og har treffsikre skudd, som resulterte i to straffescoringer.

Takket være en scoring da det gjensto fire sekunder av kampen, ble sluttresultatet 6-14.

På tysneslaget, med mål i parentes: Emma Marie Brundtveit (2), Anette Christensen, Mia Jensen Nes (1), Annica Reimdal Vee (2), Malin Dalland, Elise Vermedal, Alida Tvedt Petterson, Siren Nilsen, Julia Rose Bautista Søreide (1), Kristine Pettersen Opdal, Hanna Langballe og Brita Nødland Austvik.

Trenere: Catrine Nilsen og Yvonne Kongsvik Eilertsen.

Jenter 14, Tysnes-Osterøy

Tysnes-Osterøy
Tysnes-jentene hadde mange gode målsjanser.

Denne kampen startet med en svak ledelse til Osterøy, men Tysnes utlignet snart. Etter elleve minutter viste tavla 5-5, men da satte Osterøy fart. Resultatet ved pause var 6-11, en målforskjell som bare skulle øke i andre omgang. For Tysnes skulle kampen endte 10-22.

På tysneslaget, med mål i parentes: Synne Malkenes, Ida Lie Solheim (1), Malene Skår Hagen, Marita Fagerbakk Lunde, Nathalie Dalland, Oda S. Årbakke (1), Mari Meland, Karoline Hauge Hansen, Sarah F. Lavik (3), Anni E. Dalland (5) og Ida Lie Solheim.

Trener: Yvonne Kongsvik Eilertsen.

Jenter 15, Tysnes-Bønes

Tysnes-Bønes 02
Tross stor målforskjell, var tysnesjentene ukuelige.

Også i denne kampen så det ut til at tysnesjentene møtte sine overkvinner, selv om det ikke skortet på innsatsen. Et seiersultent bøneslag drev Tysnes i hyppig forsvar, med litt for mange bønesmål til følge. Pauseresultatet var 10-18. Tysnes skulle imidlertid ikke miste motet av at målforskjellen økte. Kampen var preget av høyt tempo og dristige angrep til siste slutt, og endte 18-35.

På tysneslaget, med mål i parentes: Emma Elgsås, Petra Sløgedal, Emma van Schaik (1), Norunn Ebbesvik (2), Signe Pettersen Oppdal (1), Julie Bakke (5), Ingeborg Flakke (1), Maria L. Hagen (7), Hannah Halvorsen, Anni Elise Dalland (1) og Malene Skår Hagen.

Trenere: Øystein Bakke, Øystein Flakke, Sveinung Halvorsen og Terje Sløgedal.

Jenter 13, Tysnes-Vadmyra

Tysnes-Vadmyra
Julia Rose Bautista Søreide gjør et forsøk på å plante ballen i Vadmyra-nettet.

Etter tre strake tap, var det nok mange som hadde forhåpninger til den siste kampen, mellom Tysnes og Vadmyra jenter 13. Så var det også helt andre takter på åpningen i denne kampen, som etter få minutter viste 6-5 i tysnesfavør. Det skulle imidlertid snu, men ikke verre enn at førsteomgangen endte 9-11. En rekke aggressive angrep i starten av andre omgang, skulle vise seg å ikke bære frukter. Tvert om økte Vadmyra avstanden. Og økte avstanden, til tavla viste 11-22 ved fullgodt løp.

På tysneslaget, med mål i parentes: Synne Malkenes, Marita Fagerbakk Lunde, Nathalie Dalland, Mia Jensen Nes (2), Annica Reimdal Vee (3), Malin Dalland, Julia Rose Bautista Søreide (2), Annette Christensen, Brita Nødland Austvik (1), Kristine Pettersen Opdal og Emma Marie Elgsås Bruntveit (3).

Trenere: Henriette Vevatne Lunde og Yvonne Kongvik Eilertsen.

Kvinnherad jenter 13 slo for øvrig Vadmyra 17-13. Dommer i samtlige kamper: Rune Kausland.


Joda, litt stivt språk ble det nok, som følge av at jeg ikke har for vane å diktere, og fremdeles føler at formuleringene flyter bedre over et tastatur. Så er også teknologien forholdsvis ufullkommen, men på god vei, og helt ærlig: Er jeg ute og i farta, hender det at jeg dikterer en SMS til Siri, spesielt om den rommer mer enn en håndfull setninger.

Gi utviklingen noen år til, og dette går veien. Erfaringen jeg kan trekke fra eksperimentet over, er at jobben definitivt ble forenklet. Språk og stil derimot, blir nok i overkant oppstyltet. Moro lell, for oss litt tastetrette, som en gang i verden begynte med skrivemaskin.

Dessuten, med mulighet for i tillegg å ta opp og publisere både audio- og både videoklipp on the fly, er det klart mulighetene er legio.

Toppillustrasjon: Apples digitale assistent, Siri – til glede og besvær. To år gammel tegning, begått av blogger, som altså har en svigerinne ved navn Siri.

A little past four o’ clock in the morning on 1 January 2017, and the only visitors the blog has had thus far, in a year set to be marked by America and Russia, possibly in ways we never even dared consider, have been (you guessed it) American and Russian.

May be in need of more booze.

Sophie Elise kjem til Tysnesfest – Tysnesbladet

Sophie Elise

Herværende blogger har ikke hatt for vane å begeistres over stedets årlige høydepunkt, Tysnesfest, utover egen delaktighet som frivillig, men nu vet man simpelthen ikke hvilken fot man skal stå på! Hva kan man si?

Yay, bloggbonanza?

Laurdag 15. juli stiller toppbloggaren til sofaintervju med Kåre Martin Kleppe og Tommy Hansen i Bermudateltet i Våge. Ho skal også vera DJ på Mandelhuset.

Bloggar Sophie Elise Isachsen har blitt eit så kjent namn i Norge at etternamnet ofte vert overflødig. At ho er booka Tysnesfest vart avslørt i ein video på vesle julaftan, posta av Tommy Hansen. Her vart det også gjort kjent at Hansen skal vera TF-programleiar til neste år, saman med Anne Marie Kleppe. Med ein god dose sjølvironi, spøkte Hansen med at han og Sophie Elise har mykje til felles.

Kilde: Sophie Elise kjem til Tysnesfest – Tysnesbladet

Det kan jo være hun har noen tips å dele med oss bloggamatører.

Jarle blomsterkrans
Forventningsfull amatørblogger.

 

 

Dear Mark, it’s not you, it’s me

Dear Mark,

You will – or more likely not – remember my tireless defence of your right to absolute sovereignty over all content shared by your users, which, in my view, is 100 percent fair, as the service you provide is, after all, yours and yours alone, as I’ve pointed out so many times, last Saturday included, especially during the Norwegian old school media assault on your social network and your very own person in particular, last September, most of which in Norwegian, I’m afraid (but there are translation services, as you may well know):

All pertaining to your removal of posts depicting Vietnamese napalm victim Phan Thị Kim Phúc, and the suspension of users reposting upon removal, causing a collective commotion among the Norwegian journalists, authors, public and editors, lead by the Aftenposten editor-in-chief Espen Egil Hansen, whose desperate cry for attention I’m sure you haven’t even heard of, let alone seen:

Of course I wouldn’t, unlike the above editor-in-chief, even dare to entertain the thought that this blog post does anything to change that, which is why I’m addressing you as a rhetorical measure, fully aware that you’ll never see it – in a hundred years or more. My scant audience, on the other hand, may find it useful.

I’m sure you wonder what this is all about, but it’s all very simple, really, as I woke up to this message this morning:

Shark penis Facebook

Accompanied by this message (my emphasis):

Review the Facebook community standards

We restrict the display of nudity. Some descriptions of sexual acts may also be removed. These restrictions on the display of both nudity and sexual activity also apply to digitally created content unless the content is posted for educational, humorous or satirical purposes.

We remove content that threatens or promotes sexual violence or exploitation. This includes solicitation of sexual material, any sexual content involving minors, threats to share intimate images and offers of sexual services. Where appropriate, we refer this content to law enforcement.

To learn more about the kinds of messages and posts that are allowed on Facebook, please review the Facebook Community Standards.

While my picture (which wasn’t really mine) was indeed intended for humorous purposes, if not educational, unlike Norwegian media I humbly respect your decision, as Facebook is yours to govern as you – not I or any other entity – see fit.

Like you I have from time to time been forced to deal with blog commenters that have been way out of line, posting blatant racism, for instance, and like you I have no patience with that sort. Which is why I not only respect, but support your decision to remove the above picture.

Just as my blog is mine, Facebook is yours and people simply cannot strut around there in the nude, as if they were in their own livingroom.

I will tell you this, though:

I prefer a place where I’m allowed to do as I please. You might even say that I prefer my own livingroom, if I may be so bold as to call my own blog so, seeing as the town square (i.e. Facebook) doesn’t really serve my purpose. Not that nudity or any other kind of indecency is likely to appear in these parts any time soon. Which is why it is with great pleasure I announce that I shall hereafter restrict my use of your otherwise excellent service to congratulating friends on their birthdays, while all other sharing and participation is restricted to this blog – and, possibly, Twitter, for the time being. Fully aware of the resulting drop in traffic figures, which never bothered me much anyway.

It is a far better approach, I think, than complaining loudly, like obstinate toddlers, in all conceivable media outlets, as some seem to prefer, out of disrespect for your undisputed right to manage Facebook as you – not they – see fit.

Also I fear your network’s days may soon be numbered, which contributes to my moving along, too.

But I would like to thank you for close to ten years of good company, assuring you that the decision isn’t about you at all. Au contraire it’s all me. And after all … Contrary to what some seem to believe, it is a damned sight easier to leave you than to fight you.

Respectfully yours etc,
J

Social media algorithms just as dangerous as we let them be

One’s involvement in journalistic, political and democracy-related issues inevitably leads to the occasional invitation to participate, even if it’s been years since I first concluded that solitary rants are much preferred over collective participation – which, I suppose, this very blog confirms, with this piece of information accompanying each and every post (also in my native tongue):

In general comments are not encouraged, as I rarely have the time to engage in discussions, but please feel free, if you so desire.

English: A protester holding a placard in Tahr...
A protester holding a placard in Tahrir Square referring to Facebook and Twitter, acknowledging the role played by social media during the 2011 Egyptian Revolution. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

That notwithstanding I was recently and involuntarily added to a Facebook group discussing the digital media’s – in particular Facebook’s – impact on democracy, which is, in itself, a very interesting subject, even if one must admit to subscribing to the idea that any social media platform, just like any town square, is what we make it, although with algorithms serving as “added value” – for those with an interest in steering public opinion (or customers, as more often is the case) in one direction or the other, which certainly poses a challenge.

Not more so, though, than actualising the question of whether or not we intend to participate. As the blogger I unquestionably am, I have to concede that, no longer than ten years ago, the blogs that used to play a vital part in matters relating to politics, journalism, culture and even international affairs, were indeed replaced by “town squares” the likes of Facebook and Twitter (to keep the list short and sweet), making way for elaborate methods of manipulation – and censorship.

While I consider myself equipped with perhaps a little more than average critical radar (must be the years in journalism), I realise that even I may from time to time fall victim of manipulation. For instance claims have been made to the effect that Facebook algorithms not only cater to, but reinforce our existing biases, by feeding us input to substantiate them, based on what we’ve already liked or shared. Or the other way around; that they may even be used to break them down, should your prejudice be in conflict with parties in possession of the means to influence it.

I may appear to be active in social media. The truth of the matter is, however, that every blog post I share, on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn or Google+, are automagically shared by the blog’s content management system (in my case; WordPress) – which is also where I actually am.

Indeed the subject is an interesting one, but speaking as someone who, unlike my fellow bloggers ten (or more) years ago, I find that my daily use of the social media is dwindling, for the benefit of the practically non-existent blogosphere, left unaffected by the social media algorithms, even if Google remains a factor to be reckoned with, even for bloggers – perhaps even more so.

Should we worry?

Probably, but in withdrawing, like I have, I have made the manipulating algorithms irrelevant, nearly obsolete, and can see no reason why you, too, shouldn’t. After all we cannot demand a certain conduct or particular ethic guidelines from a social network, it’s theirs, to do with what they like, but we can decide whether we want to be part of it or not.

Provided you’re worried, of course. I know I’m not.

Concerns like these are usually raised under the premise that we are required to use the social networks we criticise, or at least you should think we are. Since we’re not, the basis for making demands evaporates completely.

Certainly, you may object that this kind of reasoning is highly inappropriate for someone with an interest in the financial wellbeing of the social media, and would, of course, be 100% correct in making that assumption, as I have none.