tisdag 26 mars 2013

The Graham Norton Show

Tittar gärna på denna show, helt underbart och rolig program.
Graham Norton bjuder in olika kändisar och pratar med dom om allt möjligt.
Här en bra avsnitt:

lördag 23 mars 2013

What it’s like to die

Hittade denna historien av en kille som fick uppleva något dramatiskt som till slutet ändrades hans syn på livet. 

Läs gärna:

Six months ago, I died.

I have no recollection of the event, but I've heard the story retold so many times that I may as well have seen it all. I was at the gym in my apartment complex with my roommate, Sam. I was running on the treadmill when I turned and told him I was going to faint. I collapsed and fell onto the still-moving belt, which tore the skin off my knee and pushed me onto the floor. Sam was shocked. He called for help. A personal trainer and her client ran over, called an ambulance, and assisted Sam in giving me CPR while my body slowly drained of color.

My heart had gone into ventricular fibrillation. “Vfib”, as I heard numerous doctors call it, is an type of arrhythmia–a series of irregular electrical signals in the ventricle chamber of the heart. Instead of beating normally, the walls quiver erratically, like they're having a seizure . The heart quickly becomes unable to pump blood to other organs. I had suffered from what is officially, and somewhat morbidly, termed “Sudden Cardiac Death”.

The paramedics arrived and walked slowly down the length of the pool to the gym. This was procedure, they later told me; they didn't want to run and cause alarm. When they reached me, they defibrillated my heart by strapping patches to my abdomen and running a strong electrical current through my body. I was told that after the first administration my heart had remained in arrhythmia. After the second, it started beating regularly.

For those 4 minutes and 30 seconds, I was clinically dead.

I spent the next two days in a coma while the doctors cooled by body to 32 degrees in order to avoid brain damage. During this time I developed a pulmonary embolism and pneumonia. Whenever I visit a doctor now they are always surprised–“each of those alone could have killed you, it's a miracle you survived all three!” I survived by sitting through hours of MRIs with oxygen in my nose, three IV's in my arm and ten pills a day for weeks. Sam and my two mothers, Laurie and Kerrie, rarely left my side.

The stories you hear about people dying usually end with tunnels, lights, flashbacks, God, and big epiphanies. That isn't what happened to me.

After finally regaining enough consciousness to understand my situation, I sat for hours staring at the hospital walls. I didn't have any life changing realizations. I wasn't regretful. In fact, I couldn't think of anything in my life I wanted to change at all. Being trapped alone in that sterile room with wires hanging off my chest only made me think about everything in my life I wanted back.

Most people I tell this story to think I'm unlucky because I had a cardiac arrest at 21 years old. But I don't think so. Only five percent of people who suffer ventricular fibrillation out of the hospital survive. Of those that do survive, more than half of them have brain damage. That means only two and a half percent fully recover. Not only did I fully recover, but I did so in the company of the people closest to me.

If there is one lesson I took away from the experience, it is not to “live life to the fullest” or “have no regrets”. It is to feel lucky. Feeling lucky means you are appreciating the things in your life that sometimes go unnoticed. It means you are achieving more than think you deserve. Feeling lucky requires a certain humility we often lose sight of.

For me, it took losing everything to remember how lucky I am.

torsdag 21 mars 2013

Bodybuilder eller Romantiker

Nej nej sa jag till Paolo, jag är ingen "Bodybuilder", jag är en "Romantiker". Kalla mig för "Ferdinand" (Ferdinand the bull,1936 av Walt Disney) tänkte jag att säga, men det gjorde jag inte. Paolo är en väldigt trevlig och jordnära människa som jag hälsade på på den Italienska Ambassaden i Stockholm. Jag var bjuden till ett speciellt arrangemang, en prisutdelning som heter ”Maricho Ospitalita”. Utmärkelsen tilldelas de restauranger som hängivet använder italienska kvalitetsprodukter i sina kök och erbjuder välkomponerade menyer med smak av det genuina italienska köket.

lördag 16 mars 2013

Shoot me a river...

"Young people are like fake guns, the shoot with blankets"

  Jesus f... Christ, shoot me a river. What’s wrong with you young people nowadays? Nothing is like before when we where young and times where better. At least they seemed to be better. We got ”bitch slapped” if we didn’t behave and nowadays you can’t fucking open your mouth before this little brats shout back at you like a mad dog. Chill and behave, little shits, don’t try to be something you’re not. Respect your elders! Respect is nothing you just get, you need to earn it, remember that! Nothing comes from nothing. Learn from us who knows better…

This is to all ya young motherf*** out there!

torsdag 14 mars 2013

Till dig...!

"The greatest advantage of speaking the truth is that you don´t have to remember what you said"

Make your territory yours


One great factory feature we humans come with is the idea of being territorial. It means you have a certain physical space that is your area, and you don’t like others intruding. In modern times, this territorial nature doesn’t get to express itself in healthy ways. 

Here’s one solution: Figure out how you can make the space you live in your territory -- how you can make it uniquely yours -- so that when you get pressure from the outside and need a place to chill, you have a place that you want to go to. As soon as you walk in the door, you can already feel yourself relaxing and feeling “at home.”

But protect your territory. If someone comes in and does anything unacceptable to you, say: “Stop for a sec; I think it’s better if you go right now. I don’t like it when that kind of thing happens inside my space. Why don’t you go right now and we’ll pick this up another time.” Make your territory yours. 

Own it.

lördag 2 mars 2013

Know when you are out of control

Whenever you sense that you’re losing your grip, just stop. Don’t judge yourself. Don’t get down on yourself. Don’t make yourself a victim. Just stop -- and reflect. Don’t force yourself to try to take control back because that’ll just make things worse. Instead, just stop and get some space. Spend some time alone, meditate, do something that distracts you. Then come back when you’re ready. An out-of-control man isn’t the kind of man who attracts women or lives a fulfilling life.