<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643608707357588868</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:23:44.623+01:00</updated><category term='search'/><category term='Google'/><title type='text'>Jormingo's Nest</title><subtitle type='html'>If there's some legacy from Jormungändr, I hope it's near to Jormingo's writing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jormingo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643608707357588868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jormingo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jormingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810752807994811949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAGPb-0UhAI/S71u-AVLgjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/trUCZKzZVEk/s1600-R/5290840321.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643608707357588868.post-5673175456469998905</id><published>2010-04-08T08:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:59:37.981+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of Those Positive Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;By: Jormingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Long gone are those days when Jormingo's writing was optimistic and heavily charged with the dyes of felicity. Long gone are them, and prone to remain as gone as the moments you've expended in reading these, yet, few lines. The reasons -if justified to be named this way- I had to cause this unfortunate twist are, for now, a secret to you, my dear reader. Keep in mind, how&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ever, that I am not pushing this chunk of information towards hideousness from you in spite of any bad faith, for, to you, my lector, I keep all of my motives as open as this blog would be if it were a huge book, and this was the half page you'd be reading then; for this very part, however, I'm maintaning a certain secrecy of importance unmatched to me. This, my true destinatary, is a milestone in the development of this blog's verbal attire, while my hopes, for now, are all set upon you, right now when I'm hoping it suits you and never leaves you frustrated and dubious and, oh, so to speak, undressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would you mind it if I asked for your forgiveness, my communicative complement? Not so greatly for occulting a set of data from you, as much as for hyping the circumstance up to the point you don't care anymore about anything this issue brings to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'll ask from you is for you to analyze how neither triviality nor futility have been able to wipe your attention off the unattractive face of this text, while for sure I assume greater things passed you by in your life yet you didn't take less than a moment to try, and devote tiny minutes towards them. That is life, those are us. Nothing ever could be fair in this sense. We repent, we're redeemed but recovery fails. No lost event is ever backed up. As is the case with space, time has a horizon, and moments are marching to reach it, infinitely fast. If once they -those moments- were beside you, you missed them from sight, they'll unstoppably march while, my friend, you'll be standing still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643608707357588868-5673175456469998905?l=jormingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jormingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5673175456469998905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643608707357588868&amp;postID=5673175456469998905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643608707357588868/posts/default/5673175456469998905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643608707357588868/posts/default/5673175456469998905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jormingo.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-of-those-positive-days.html' title='The End Of Those Positive Days'/><author><name>Jormingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810752807994811949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAGPb-0UhAI/S71u-AVLgjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/trUCZKzZVEk/s1600-R/5290840321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643608707357588868.post-340246480515106726</id><published>2008-01-24T01:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:21:48.146+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>Finally at Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: Jormingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting, silently, for the revealing moment when my blog would be finally showed in Google's search results. Finally, it happened. And although it actually occurred some days ago, and the idea of writing about this event was already in my head, it wasn't until today when I decided to execute the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, this blog would have been abandoned for an undetermined time, and that was not within my expectatives. Anyway, right now, the huge Google listing has &lt;em&gt;Jormingo's Nest&lt;/em&gt; in it -if you try searching for "Jormingo", this site is, in fact, the only result displayed-, and I am sure that having this blog listed there was the first step towards getting a real Internet presence for this small and not-so-visited patch of the World Wide Web (whose current relevance is practically non existent).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643608707357588868-340246480515106726?l=jormingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jormingo.blogspot.com/feeds/340246480515106726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643608707357588868&amp;postID=340246480515106726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643608707357588868/posts/default/340246480515106726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643608707357588868/posts/default/340246480515106726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jormingo.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-at-google.html' title='Finally at Google'/><author><name>Jormingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810752807994811949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAGPb-0UhAI/S71u-AVLgjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/trUCZKzZVEk/s1600-R/5290840321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643608707357588868.post-7576995048730027484</id><published>2007-12-20T02:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:20:06.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>About Jormingo.</title><content type='html'>Whoever you are, whatever you were searching for, you just reached Jormingo's Nest. You may wonder what "Jormingo" stands for, and why on earth would all this verbosity be of any interest to you, and I have the first answer, while the second depends upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the meaning of "Jormingo"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I picked the name "Jormingo" after Jörmungandr, a serpent from Norse mythology whose conceptual meaning is really powerful to me. Alright, let's put things simple: Jörmungandr was thrown into the ocean that encircles Midgard (the Earth) and, there, it grew until it surrounded the whole world and was able to grasp its own tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what makes Jörmungandr so great?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suggest you try thinking about it differently, intending to get its true meaning; it's not only a story, not only a hollow mythological invention, but it represents a part of a process of much importance: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;. We have to look deeply into the World Serpent's story to notice what it represents and how it represents it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we should think of Jörmungandr as something real to catch the metaphorical meaning. It is a snake, venomous and poisonous, therefore, it -at first- truly represents a part of human nature: corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have the fact it is giant and thus greatly destructive, which shows the real reach it has, for corruption can destroy or poison things at big scales, the size of the damage depending on the way men get dirty and down with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, it -as every serpent- is slippery, it moves fastly and avoids things, just as some negative external aspects of us. It easily gets to where it wants to by undulating in the waters, for it possesses the deep seas to lurk in and, moreover, surrounds the Earth, the human world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also notice the fact it was cast into the water, the source of life, because that symbolizes its presence throughout history, notorious from the beginning of life itself -especially human life, although, even before humans were roaming free, many "animal" instinctive traits had came to place before evolving into our complex mind packs-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed Jörmungandr represents corruption, but, at the same time, it also appears to represent change after some elements are added to the analysis. For instance, it is able to bite its own tail, a sign of how it may destroy itself with all the poison it carries, and the consequences of such occurrence are evidently revolutionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message is pretty clear: degeneration will grow until the quantity of evil forged in the process eventually leads to the collapse of what is negative. Jörmungandr, thus, plays the role of corruption of humanity, destruction, and (partially) evil as natural means to bring pureness. A cyclical process of change and renewal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In resume, considering Jörmungandr is a sign of an advenient Ragnarök (the scriptured final battle of the gods in Norse mythology), it is clear that he -at least as the story reads- will bring destruction to Earth, paving the way for everything to be fixed for a new era of drastical reconstruction of what has been already built, and that such is the process in which the Midgard Serpent plays its major role: provoking chaos to open the way for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's natural, it's cyclical, and it's all prepared. The way any positive revolution is born to change what has gone perceivably wrong, and the way evolution emerges from despair are both described by the texture of the World Serpent's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;Jormingo&lt;/strong&gt; is only what I perceive as a modern view of Jörmungandr. What if the things happening today, the currently-needed changes, as well as the illnesses the world suffers at the moment, were viewed through a looking glass similar to that by which Jörmungandr was viewed centuries ago, today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm striving to build with this blog, and I hope you, who finished reading this, will stay fidel to reading what I may have to say. I'd thank you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;Jormingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, feel free to comment on whatever you find interesting in here, if anything at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you want to know more about Jörmungandr as a Norse myth, I suggest you read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jormungandr"&gt;this article of Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I originally read an interpretation of Jörmungandr's mythological relevance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jormungandr.net/Jormungandr.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; which was in fact my first source of inspiration, but then added my own views in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[EDIT: The URL the previous link points to has been modified and, as of April, 8th, 2010, is irrelevant to the context of the former paragraph. Nonetheless, it has been kept for referential purposes.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/643608707357588868-7576995048730027484?l=jormingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jormingo.blogspot.com/feeds/7576995048730027484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643608707357588868&amp;postID=7576995048730027484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643608707357588868/posts/default/7576995048730027484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643608707357588868/posts/default/7576995048730027484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jormingo.blogspot.com/2007/12/about-jormingo.html' title='About Jormingo.'/><author><name>Jormingo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810752807994811949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAGPb-0UhAI/S71u-AVLgjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/trUCZKzZVEk/s1600-R/5290840321.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
