The best news in a very long time.

Hi everyone,

It is time to share some good news with you, mostly because I simply can’t keep this to myself any longer.

I have a new job.

Back in Denmark, too. When I left for Ireland over two years ago, it was with the thought in mind that I was emigrating. I did not really see myself going back to Denmark, but I did keep a small option open for that possibility, namely that if a job came along, I would be willing to go back. However, going back to unemployment was out of the question. And so, I packed my things and relocated to the Emerald Isle.

Part of me will always stay here. It is impossible not to love this country, if you ask me. And the people in it. The Irish are amazing … pure and simple.

But I will be leaving it all behind again, to move to Copenhagen for a new job. It all happened so fast too.

On Monday last week, I was so fed up with where I work now that during my lunch break, I checked the homepages of two Danish partners, whom I have good relationships with, just to see if they had a job opening I could apply for. They both did, though neither of the two jobs were really well suited to my skillset. So I decided to be cheeky about it, and I sent an application anywhere, in which I explained that no, I was in fact not qualified, but I had something else to offer if they were interested. I sent them my CV, and I let them know I was available for an interview.

The next morning, I had a mail from one of them, saying something along the lines of “Okay, you’re definitely not standard material for an IT Consultant with your educational background but you do have inside experience. Can we talk? Call us on this number”.

So I did, and spoke to an extremely pleasant gentleman by the name of Peter, who told me that they were quite interested in an interview, but that since I was in Ireland, we should probably handle it over telephone or Skype. We set up a telephone interview for the very next day. So there I was, two days after sending the application and I was already having the interview …

That went really well. Two people from the company interviewed me, and asked a lot of very interested questions, and I answered as best I could. They were very nice about it all, and made several suggestions for what they would like to use me for. It all sounded terribly exciting.

By the end of it, the exact words they used were “okay, you sleep on this, we’ll sleep on this and then you call us back tomorrow morning and if you still want to work here and we still want you to work here, we want you to start on the 1st of August”.

Not “don’t call us, we’ll call you” but “you call us” and “We want you to start on the 1st of August”. Needless to say, I felt very good about it all at that point, but I slept on it, and the next morning I called them again.

“So, did you sleep on it?” Peter asked.

“I did,” I said.

“And how do you feel now?”

“I feel like I really want to start working for you.”

“Well, that’s good, because we really want you to work for us too.”

And the very next day, I had a contract to read through. That was Friday. Talk about quick actions.

And it is such a good job too. The equivalent of 4000 euro a month, plus a bonus every six months if I just do my job properly, and some very, very interesting areas of responsibility. I am looking hugely forward to this. Yeah sure, I still have two months left at this company, but that is okay. I need to move my stuff back to Denmark … find a freight company and get everything packed and so on. And then I will go back to Denmark, to start a new job where they pay you a decent wage and where you are allowed to join a union and where you get treated like a human being, and not like cattle.

I am so … very … very … very … very relieved … :)

 


Been thinking a lot …

Hi guys,

I know some of you are wondering how the Boston Marathon bombing happened without a post from me, but the truth of the matter was, that I was out of the country. I was in Denmark for my mother’s 60th birthday, and by the time I came home, I thought it best to leave the issue alone, for a whole, wide variety of reasons.

Instead, I want to write about writng again. It has been a while since I did that.

As you probably noticed, I stopped posting Nacther-chapters a while ago, and Transitions IV is also pretty dead in the water. This is not because I am not writing anymore … I am, believe me … but rather because neither of these stories seemed to have much of an audience. Without feedback, it is difficult to keep writing on these.

This is not a matter of being a gloryhound or basking in the adulation of starstruck fans … it is simply that I draw a lot of energy from that, and without the feedback, I guess I sorta lost the drive to write those stories. Sad as it may be, but there you have it.

That being said, I have not been sitting on my hands. I am writing on a new series of books, called “Closed Game” under one header. I have completed the first book, and my proofreaders have been in agreement that this one should not be posted here, but put up for sale on Amazon as an E-book. I agree with that, and I will do so, but not until I have at least the next part done as well. I am planning on four books in this series, but I am into the second book already, so eventually, it will get posted and it will be available for purchase. As they say … “Watch this space”.

However, as my previous post showed, I had a visit last month from Biocobra from my forums … also known as Chris. While he was there, we got to talking about an abortive story of mine that none of you ever got to see, except my proofreaders, called “Gunsmoke”. After working out a few kinks in that, I got back to writing on it. I won’t be posting it here until it is completed … no more posting half finished stories, so you will have to wait until you get to see it. Suffice to say it is another Aslaug/Constantine story, involving the Amendement Foundation and their ongoing struggle on behalf of those agents who want out of the big, cosmic war between the goodies and the baddies, not to put too fine a point on it. It involves some of the best banter I have written yet, I can tell you that much, with Constantine and Aslaug’s different methods clashing in a setting neither of them are comfortable or particularly familiar with. Oh, and it will also give more answers along the way regarding Aslaug’s malignant long-axe, and see her use some new weaponry entirely.

And we will get to see Constantine really letting loose as well. So there is something to look forward to there, at least.

Anyway, that’s all from me for now. I hope some of you are still around to read this.

 


WHEEEE!!!

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Take a look at that beauty. This is my Christmas present from last year, delivered in person by my very good friend Chris, also known on my forum as Biocobra. It is handpainted, and it is now sitting on my top shelf next to my computer.

He has just been here for a long weekend, which was incredibly well spent watching all four episodes of “the Hollow Crown”, meaning Shakespeare’s Richard II, Henry IV part 1 and 2 respectively, and Henry V. I have loved Shakespeare for over twenty years (my new year’s resolution this year is to get a new Shakespeare filmatization every month) and this was a real treat. We also got to talk about writing, doing some proofreading and helping each other over some places where we have been stuck for a long time, and of course, we got to watch one of my favorite movies of all time, Peter Brook’s version of the Mahabharata, the ancient Indian epic.

So we watched a lot of movies, but while some might think that isn’t much fun, the point of this is that Chris and I spent that time talking about the stories, pausing the movies, going over the storytelling techniques, the acting … he is studying to become an actor … and generally just having a very good time.

Good food too, coupled with good company, and some drinks … yes, this was a great, great weekend.

I figured everyone could do with something cheerful on the blog for a change, since it has been so very serious the last few times I have posted :D

 


It is not okay …

Hi again everyone. I know I don’t post nearly as often as I ought to, but this has been going around my head for weeks now, and I need to talk about this problem.

The last one was about firearms, but the next one is about rape and how we perceive genders and their rights. It is, to a large extent, about equal rights.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

A few weeks ago, judgement was rendered over two young men in an Ohio courtroom, for having drugged and raped a young girl. Most of my American readers will know that I am talking about the now-infamous Steubenville case. To the rest of you, it doesn’t matter where it happened, because this kind of thing unfortunately, sadly, happens everywhere.

And I will not keep this to simply criticizing America this time. Far from it. I have a very uncomfortable example from much, much closer to home to bring up too. And I am going to try to bind this up on a few otherwise unrelated situations that show that the Western World to this day has some very considerable problems to address when it comes to equal rights.

This time, I am not going to rant in the normal way either. This is something which saddens me deeply, and rather than getting angry, I will try to keep this sober. Anger won’t help anyone.

First off, let me say that a “no” means “no”. And silence does not mean “yes”. This, in essence, is what the Steubenville case was all about. Steubenville is a small community of under twenty thousand people, located on the eastern border of Ohio, along the Ohio River. It is a town like many others around the United States, no different than most except perhaps in their dedication to their Highschool Football team, which is the pride and joy of the town. In a town of less than twenty thousand, the stadium in which the team plays seats around ten thousand people. Clearly, the people of Steubenville love their football. The players, as described by the media, are widely considered local heroes and because of the high quality of the football program, many of them go on to scholarships based on their ability with the pigskin.

So far, so good.

In August 2012, at a party for these football players, a young girl of sixteen was invited. Alcohol was involved at this party and the girl, despite being underage, got drunk. She passed out from inebriation, and was subsequently raped and compromising photos were taken of her undressed. These photos were sent around to other team members. How many people took part in the actual rape is unknown, but a large number of people got the photos and became aware of the situation.

The police then covered it up. Actively covered up the rape, so as not to harm the young men’s future football careers. In the end, the case was only broken open to the public because of Anonymous, the otherwise much-maligned hacking network, who revealed the cover-up, and forced the police to take action. Charges were brought against two of the players, with more court cases likely to follow, and they were sent away to juvenile detention centres. Their entire defence had been based on the premises that firstly, the girl had not actually said no. After all, she was so drunk she was unable to, and that this naturally constituted consent. And secondly, that the young men’s futures should not be destroyed because their judgment lapsed under the influence of alcohol.

Thank goodness the court not only disregarded this dreadfully misogynistic defence, but the judge ripped the two football players an assorted selection of new bodily orifices in the final statements.

This is not conjecture or speculation. This is what was laid out in court and what the verdict was passed based on. It is all on the record and it is easy to find by searching the internet, your daily newspapers and by generally being aware of the news cycle around you.

But unbelievably, the media coverage was a tragedy to behold. CNN’s reporters would, practically teary-eyed talk at length about how awful it was for the two young criminals to see their future careers destroyed. How dreadfully unfair it was to them, that a moment of bad judgement should mar them for the rest of their lives.

But not a word was said about how dreadful it was for the victim, and how it will impact the rest of her life. Threats of violence, even threats against her life have been levelled at her in Steubenville, for being the cause that destroyed two promising football careers before they got started.

No one cared about the threats and the violence she had experienced. No one cared about the pain she had to live with. No one cared about the horrific violation of her person, at the most basic, primal level that she had been subjected to.

In short, no one cared that a sixteen year old girl’s life was potentially wrecked from then on … because she wasn’t “part of the team”, in this case in the most literal sense.

Melissa Harris-Perry on her weekend morning show on MSNBC has a “Letter from Melissa” segment where she usually lambasts a public figure in an open and often quite humorous letter, but after the conviction, she wrote an open letter and read it aloud, to the young girl, based on the idea of “I believe you”, and where she apologized on behalf of Adult America, for not having provided her with the safety she, as a child and young person, should be able to take for granted. It was a sequence a lot of people ought to learn from. We are all responsible, even if we don’t like to admit it, for creating safe a safe environment, not only for our own children but for everyone, including each other as adults. People in general should never need to fear this kind of molestation and abuse. People should never need to fear the consequences of reporting such abuse if it, tragically, does happen to them. And people should never need to feel shame at having been abused. The shame lies solely with the abuser. Exclusively. Completely. Not ninety or ninety five percent. But a hundred percent. All the time. Every time.

It is a sick culture in which a girl’s sexuality is not respected above the point of “well she was so drunk she couldn’t say no so of course I was allowed to have my way with her”. A sick, sick culture.

There is no excuse for rape. It doesn’t matter if a woman dresses provocatively. It is not a standinv invitation to violate her. It doesn’t matter if a woman gets drunk. She is not a sex-toy. It doesn’t matter if she is unable to say no for any reason. Unless she has explicitly given consent, no one has the right to have sexual intercourse with her.

And, may I add, the same does go for men. However, this blog-entry is meant as a debate point about women and how they are perceived, sexually.

Now, I said I was not going to use this as an attack against the United States, and I will give you a very recent, deeply troubling and absolutely raw example of why that is.

A couple of weeks ago, I was back in Denmark for a birthday party in the family. It was a brief stopover. I landed Saturday at noon and flew back Sunday evening. Sunday morning at the breakfast table, my mother shared a story from her workplace. Please be aware that what I am telling you here is not something I have heard on the news, nor is it something I have read about in the newspapers. This was something my own mother had experienced, and against which she had taken action.

It concerns a young, female intern at the office where she works. It is an office where people of many nationalities work every day, both men and women, helping people of different ethnicities. According to my mother, the woman in question is both friendly, helpful, interested in her job and … as it is … quite lovely. One of the men, origins irrelevant in this case, also working at this office had taken a shine to this girl, and she had made it very clear that she was absolutely not interested, even in the slightest. Then suddenly, one morning, my other heard from down the hallway, a cry for help. “NO! STOP! I DON’T WANT TO!” coming from the intern.

She went out into the hallway to find out what was going on, and saw the man in question retreating, flustered, from the copying room. Checking up on the intern, it turned out that he had not managed to get his way with her because she had shouted. The intern, having a spine of solid titanium steel, brushed off the incident, but my mother did not.

Enraged, she brought this issue up in public at the next office-meeting. She wanted the man held accountable. But the reaction of the other men in the office deeply shocked her, when she had explained what happened.
One of the men shrugged indifferently and said “Oh, but it is understandable. After all, she’s very pretty!”

My mother got up, told everyone present that she was going to leave the room for a few minutes to gather her thoughts and that when she returned, she would put her iPhone on “record”, using it like a Dictaphone, because she wanted /everything/ that was said from that point onwards to be for the record and ON the record.

Without the intern pressing charges there is little that can be done but my mother intends to get the man who tried to force himself on her fired regardless. But the shocking part was the response of her colleagues. Indifference and that horribly sexist statement “Oh, but it is understandable. After all, she’s very pretty!”

So does that mean that women who happen to be born beautiful are automatically considered fair game for sex predators? After all, they could simply be less pretty, couldn’t they?

A few days after that, still reeling mentally from this story, I came back to Ireland to find a poll in one of the major newspapers had revealed that even among the Irish population, over 25% and in most cases well over 30% of the population, male and female, thought that it was okay to have your way sexually with any woman who dressed provocatively, was pretty, was drunk, was physically unable to say no due to inebriation or drug use, and most astonishingly over 20% of both men and women considered it acceptable to use a disabled person sexually, because that person was unable to resist.
Over 20 percent.

One in five.

It is never alright. Never. There are no circumstances that ever allow for “having one’s way” by sexually assaulting someone. I will not equivocate on this. There are absolutely, precisely zero exceptions to this rule. Anyone who claims differently is defending the actions of rapists, and they are morally bankrupt as a result. Women and girls are whole human beings and not toys to be used by men for their own gratification.

Unless consent has been given, it is rape. A deadly serious crime, leaving people emotionally affected for life.

The young men of Steubenville can look forward to between 1 and 3 years in a juvenile detention centre. The girl who survived this can look forward to another sixty or seventy more years of life, where she constantly has to deal with the consequences of the violation she was subjected to.

It shows a horrific lack of empathy, of the inability to put oneself in another person’s place for even a brief period of time. It speaks of selfishness and lack of moral fibre, of a complete lack of dignity and of a deep failing as a human being.

People who commit rape should not be excused. They should be reviled for what they are.

It is really that simple.