Faster, harder, future

Sitting at the Baresso coffeebar on Strøget, enjoying a latte grande and poking around on my computer...
I like this, this is future. Not "the future" just simple "future" I think that The future was something born by the fifties and killed by the nineties. It's like those funny people walking around with a big sign that says something on the lines of "The world ends tomorrow". Well, it feels like the fifties brought an attitude to the world, technology and ourselves that The future starts tomorrow, some alla-pervasive notion that society would, given enough research and science unfold to some beautiful utopia populated by a better and more profound humanity. That did not happen. In fact, nothing happened, at least nothing great and wonderful or catastrophic and horrible. There were just small changes, plane trips becaame cheaper and more common, more people started to get computers and small digital devices, the ozonlayer thinned out a little more, but still, nothing really HAPPENED. Stuff just changed little by little and suddenly you realize that you are sipping your coffe in a coffebar while watching live video feeds from paraguay and writing in a virtual diary about how it makes you feel...

I like future...

Let's put a spin on this one

I am slowly waking up from a long technological torpor, and I hope to get up to speed as soon as possible. My question right now is if I should continue with my nonsensical quips or if I should produce some proper text.

The problem with proper text is that it can be misstaken for ideas and opinions that are results of proper cogitation. What I would like to express is probably more an opinion of how I would like to perceive the world.

I'm swamped by weird danish exams and have realized that my only way to cope with this is to realize that all the other things that I would like to do is useless and pointless.

Well, the only problem with that perspective is that you get kinda depressed...

So what to to? I put on a film in the background to keep me some company.
Only problem is that the movie that I choose was "Ett anständigt liv"(a decent life) by Stefan Jarl, a documentary of narcotics and prostitutes in Stockholm. I mean It's a great movie and I had it running hoping to expend my horizon and so, but I had to turn it of when a young drug abusing girl told the camera how she had to have her ovaries removed after a trick beat the living daylights out of her when she was pregnant.

And I must say that the weather does not really add to my joy right now.

There is a phenomena in psychology called SAD or Seasonal Affective Disorder, (nice acronym huh?) This disorder is sometimes also called winter blue and hits people mostly in wintertime, (altough some poor fellas get affected in summer.) and is a bit like a light depression. I have decided that SAD is a very normal symptom to the cause of being stuck under a grey sky with a horizon defined by concrete,mud and rain.

Here My computer comes up to me, sniffles by my foot and jumps up into my lap, playing beautiful music, showing bright colors and allowing me to express myself and access the whole world.

Thank you for existing, information age.