Fog and sun

It was one of these rare days. The morning was freezing cold and foggy down in the valley. The moist air made it feel even colder. We covered our faces with scarves, everything except the mouth and the nose.

Older boy and his buddies went to the terrain park, where the black run, with the biggest jumps, has just opened.

Little boy and I took the fast double-quad chair lift up in the mountain. When we jumped off at the top station, the sky was blue and the sun was shining. We decided to continue with the gondola, to the top of the mountain.


The buildings at the top were completely covered in snow and ice. There was no wind. The sun is low over the horizon at this time of the year, but we could feel it was warming. It was amazing.

We paused at the top for while, enjoying the pleasant weather and the fabulous view. The fog and the clouds were like a gray ocean down in the valley. Then we skied down the slope. Little boy was waiting for me when I came down. He’s too fast. I’m not able to keep up with him anymore.

It got very cold again when the sun set around 2 pm, but even though our noses ached, we continued to ski till the lifts closed at 3 o’clock.

Happy New Year >:)

Jesus the pirat

I was nine years old and in 3rd grade. At that time public schools in Winterland officially had a preaching objective (fortunately this is no longer so). We had to sing psalms and pray in class everyday. Our teacher was a Christian fundamentalist. She really taught us how to believe in God, properly.

Once in Christianity class, the theme of the day was Jesus calms the storm. After the teacher had told the story, we were set to draw the scene in our workbooks. My friend Foggy and I were sitting together on the back row. Our imagination was running off. We made some creative drawings with Jesus on board a pirate ship, with a pirate flag in the rear, and some angels flying around with propellers on the back. The kind of things little boys do.

The teacher was furious, and God was furious too, she said. We should expect a painful destiny in Hell, unless we prayed. The homework for next day was to color the pages black, to cover the blasphemic drawings. Tearing it out was no alternative. Then the attached page on the other side of the staple would fall out, the page where the Great Commission (Matthew 28: 18-20) was written down. Covering the drawings with black crayons was the only option.

That day, I learnt three things:

o Religion is a stupid thing,
o I'm an atheist,
o Black is my color of choice.

As I have grown older, I have refined my views a little bit:

o Religion can be a stupid thing, but doesn't have to be. Anyway, religion has brought more pain than good to the world. The Catholic Church has killed more people than Hitler (the church also had alot more time to reach the top of the killing list, of course, today it's mainly the Muslims who are running up).
o I'm an atheist, with some sympathies towards satanism (which is not a theistic religion, but more like a philosophy).
o I wear only black clothes, and I listen to black metal.

In Satan we trust >:)