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Why Scandinavia rocks

Not many people know how killer Scandinavian countries are. I've never been to Europe, let alone northern Europe, but from what I read, those countries really kick ass. From their forward thinking governments, to their unbelievable beautiful settings and large average incomes. When I say that they have forward thinking governments, this is what I mean:

"The same relaxed attitude toward public safety that we experienced yesterday with road construction carried on to the grand waterfall Gullfoss: the idea seems to be that if you are an idiot, you probably deserve to die, and they’re not going to stand in your way. Which means that you have complete and total access to the waterfall, and can walk right up to its edge:"

This is a quote from Peter Rukavina's blog (http://ruk.ca/article/4987) referring to access to a large waterfall in Iceland. That is EXACTLY how 'safety' of this sort should be treated. In North America, there would be armed guards, three fences, and more than enough shit to ruin the entire experience. Not only do they allow a completely intimate experience at the falls, but they increase their average IQ while at it; beautiful.

Things I recommend

-Google image search (or regular search) beautiful/amazing photos.  You'll see a lot of amazing things.  I've found there are innumerable amazing photos/landscapes of Iceland.

-Go to New Zealand.  I haven't really been many places, but this place is incredible.  While you're there, spend as much time mountain climbing ('tramping') in the mountains/rain forest as possible.

-Don't spread yourself too thin.  I think it's better to do too little, than too much.  If you have free time, read a book.

-Read some Aldous Huxley - he's an incredible writer, and will provoke thoughts you'd never considered possible

-Find out what you believe.  Your principles are quite possibly the most important part of 'you' - take lots of time to read, think, and ask questions about what you believe.  I know so many people who tell me they don't think about 'that kind of stuff' - they ought to, it's all you really have.

-Don't fake anything, plain and simple.  This also means not being vague in what you say - say what you mean, and mean what you say (cliche, but think about it, and do it).

Good enough isn't good enough

     I hate when things are 'good enough'.  Most of my friends are quite aware how much I hate when things aren't just so.  Things on my bike have to be 100% perfect for me to enjoy myself when riding it.  My clothes fit 'good enough', but not the way I want them to fit, and it drives me fucking insane.  I guess my point with this little rant is do things right, or fuck off.

Next complaint about life...

     I have no money.  Now I realize that the most common answer to this is 'get a job', but I think it's a little more complicated than that (for me, at least).  I hate work, and when I say this, I mean I hate work more than any other person ever has.  I would be perfectly content never working a day in my life.  This mindset is completely foreign to my parents generation, and even many in my own.  I guess I could stand work if I felt I was doing something of worth; something that will change things.

     That reminds me that I'm trying different ways of making money at the moment.  Right now my soul is for sale on ebay - http://cgi.ebay.ca/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&item=220282876608 - check it out.  I think if this sale goes decently (over $50?) I might put my conscience up next, or perhaps my morals.  If I get around to it I'm going to put a few of my paintings up there too; can't hurt.  Eric suggested that he and I take up organized crime, which really isn't that bad of an idea. 

*walk into generic business*

Eric: Want to buy our insurance?

Secretary: Insurance for what?

*I hit the nearest person in the head with a crowbar*

Eric: Insurance that Pat doesn't do that to you or your family.  Little Timmy is in grade two now, isn't he?

See?  We win.  Easy as that.