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Midnight Sun and Bike Trips

2006-08-01 15:13:35 - 0 comments    |     Archives

I've uploaed some more pictures. I had one day of sun while on Andøya (Duck Island) and it gave me the opportunity to let you see the land of the midnight sun at her most beautiful. These pictures are taken at midnight. Six hours later it would start pouring down again, and on my way south, tourists were throwing up all over the cafeteria on the ferry...

As I did last year, I rode my bike around the entire island of Andøya, only this time I took the opposite route and I was much better prepared and in a pretty good shape when I was finished. Here are the pictures from this year's trip. To continue you click on the small thumbnail of the dog. You can also see all of the pictures from Andøya that I've taken in the past two years.

Enjoy, and please let me know what you think.

Round Up

2006-08-04 11:38:18 - 1 comments    |     Archives

Oppe og Avgjort

2006-08-04 18:56:26 - 0 comments    |     Archives

Vedkommende som jeg hengte ut i denne postingen ringte i dag og ville beklage at han hadde gjort meg sint. Dette syntes jeg var såpass voksent gjort at jeg har fjernet alle referansene til han.

Samtidig må jeg si at jeg har gjort dette før og vil gjøre dette igjen om jeg får direktesendt epost jeg IKKE har bedt om. Dette er tross alt brudd på markedsføringsloven og ikke minst er det fryktelig irriterende å få slik epost. Omtrent som å få uadressert post i postkassa selv om kassa di er merket med klistremerke om at du ikke ønsker slikt. Og ikke minst er det brudd på nettikette.

Uansett så er ting nå oppe, avgjort og avsluttet.

Rule Specsavers

2006-08-08 10:20:13 - 1 comments    |     Archives

I was so sure that I had packed toilet-case. Apart from the clothes I'm wearing, an extra pair of boxers and my laptop, the toilet-case was the only thing I needed to pack. So there I was, newly arrived in Bergen, and realised to my great horror that not only didn't I have any deodorant, toothbrush or toothpaste, I didn't have neither my contact lenses nor the glasses I keep in reserve. Now, the hygiene stuff I could get in the nearest store, but contact lenses? I've heard dreadful stories from people about opticians who have been anything but helpful in cases like this. For some reason they just don't want to sell you contact lenses and they ask you to contact your local spectacle dealer. Despair was washing over me.

However, since I had no choice, I strolled down to the mall located at the ground floor of our offices, while cursing myself for forgetting my lenses. Now, as everybody who knows me can attest to, I'm a walking logistical nightmare, but my lenses was the very last thing I had laid out to put in my backpack, and still I forgot them. I had even gotten up earlier than I needed to so that I would make sure I got everything with me, but to no avail.

So I frantically ran in to the Specsavers shop to throw myself at the lady behind the counter, only to discover that two octogenarians was ahead of me. Two octogenarians with all the time in the world, judging by the lack of speed in which they elaborated on what they wanted, and who of course paid in cash with as small change as possible. The last one was so slow in putting his money on the counter that it was like watching a counting exercise for children. Just as I was about to stab him in the back with my key card, he was finished, and before he could embark on a conversation with the lady about the nice weather, I pushed him out of the way and told her the whole sad story. With pathos.

"What strength do you use?"

Had I heard correctly? That was her answer to my story? "2.75 on the right eye and 3.0 on my left eye," I stuttered.


I nodded.

"How long will you be staying in Bergen?"

"For a couple of days," I said while the clenched fist around my heart started loosing it's grip.

She went in to the back room and returned with ten contact lenses, five with strength 2.75 and five with strength 3.00.

"That will be fifty crowns," she said with a smile.

I hereby proclaim to all the world that Specsavers in Fyllingsdalen rules!

Kraftwerk in Concert

2006-08-08 23:35:09 - 8 comments    |     Archives

Last night I attended one of the six concerts that Kraftwerk will stage this year. Grieghallen in Bergen was the place, and I was a very naughty boy and brought my camera. Even if a security guard threatened to throw me out twice, I got these shots.

I felt the same way about this concert as I did after the one I saw in Oslo two and a half years ago.


2006-08-10 14:00:24 - 0 comments    |     Archives

Kopi av leserbrev sendt til Romsdals Budstikke 9. august

RB trykket lørdag 5. august en artikkel om vegetarisme hvor en rekke påstander blir presentert uten at en har hentet inn motinformasjon. I faktaboksen er de eneste kildene hentet fra vegetar.com og dyrenesrettigheter.no. More -->


2006-08-10 14:15:56 - 2 comments    |     Archives

Kopi av leserbrev sendt Romsdals Budstikke 10. august

Nå som tumultene I RBs sms-spalte har lagt seg, er det kanskje på tide å ta et edruelig blikk på sørstatsflagget. Det som i dag kalles sørstatsflagget var egentlig et marineflag brukt av sørstatene mellom 1863 og 1865 og ble kalt "The Confederate Navy Jack." Det ble designet av kongressmedlem William Porcher Miles og skulle blant annet symbolisere de skotske anene til mange av de som bodde i sørstatene og var opprinnelig foreslått som det nasjonale flagget for Konføderasjonen (sørstatene som rev seg løs fra USA). Dette ble avvist til fordel for et annet flagg, men da flagget som ble valgt førte til forvirring på slagmarken siden det lignet på USAs flagg, ble Miles' forslag delvis brukt i et ellers helt hvitt flagg. Det er derimot marineflagget vi i dag kjenner som sørstatsflagget. More -->

Cheering Up Your Monday

2006-08-14 14:07:56 - 0 comments    |     Archives

They say that the elderly are behind the times and technological advancements. Well, not this guy. This item just made me smile and I'm really looking forward to hearing his bitching and moaning about the state of the world. There's nothing funnier than grumpy old men.

In other news: Are you tired of those pansy wedding cakes, which really should be called bride cakes? Then this meat cake is something for you. Now, before you cry out that it's off putting, remind yourself that the white stuff is not cream and the red stuff is definitely not strawberry jam. Follow those guidelines and you should be ok.

And finally, we're facing an electricity crisis in Norway. This then could be a nice solution. I just love stuff like that. Science is great.

Mentally Handicapped

2006-08-15 11:19:14 - 0 comments    |     Archives

As religious nut jobs are gaining more and more influential ground in this world, I'm really starting to question weather religiousness should be considered as a form of mental illness. In the US of A, a country I seriously consider to be turning in to a development country, religious people are not only trying to enforce schools to replace science and reason with madness like Intelligent Design, a friend of mine says the fundies are even asking colleges if they are teaching math in the same way that christian colleges are. I didn't really understand what he meant until I read this piece about one of these religious maniacs claiming that Pi is 3.0. Here is the original discussion.

How long are we going to let these people go on before we hang them out to dry? Just because you hide idiotic claims behind the veil of religion doesn't mean that you can claim them as truth without facing opposition. If people where to say for example that the world was created by a gigantic spaghetti monster, you would laugh and make fun of them. But when people claim that evolution is false, that decimal numbers shouldn't be taught in school or otherwise try to enforce their own religious believes on people, they can do so without being ridiculed. What we should do with these people is lock them up, and when a cure for their mental disorder is found we should let them out in society as fully functional human beings again.

Some might argue and say that there's only a minority who are making these claims, but the sad truth is that 1) this minority is rapidly turning in to the majority unless we stop them and 2) this minority are usually the leaders and the one with most power and influence. George W. Bush, the most powerful man in the world, is one of them

And to further brighten my day I found these items to show what a wonderful thing belief in superstitious bullshit is:

First Day

2006-08-17 15:36:35 - 1 comments    |     Archives

Håkon had his first day at school today. It's a big event in any kid's life, or so I thought until I started talking with the other parent's about my first day at school and realised that I really can't remember much about it. And so it was with the other parents. All I can remember was that I didn't really look much forward to it. I was excited of course, but I already knew most of the people I would go to school with since I had been a year in kindergarten with half of them, and the rest were people I really didn't want to get to know. I hated new situations and meeting new people. Especially people who obviously knew each other and would gather together in their own group, refusing to let me in. The thought that most other kids probably felt the same way didn't even cross my mind.

I remember my blue school bag, and I remember that my mother had bought me paper with pictures of the Smurfs that I would wrap around my books. Other than that, I only remember small glimpses, but those could just as well be memories from other parts of the first year. If first day of school is so special, why don't I remember more about it?

I remember plenty of stuff from the rest of the first year, though. For each letter we learned, our teacher would hang one of these up on the wall, they looked exactly like that in my days. And I remember how fun it was to read. I already knew how to read before first grade, but I just loved practicing with my "Med a og b til Alababa" reading book. I read every chapter loudly and repeatedly, to the great annoyance of my neighbour who used to look after me when school was over. Can you imagine hearing "We drive in the car. The weather is nice. It is a fine day." fourteen times in a row?

Another thing I remember was that every morning we had to line up, boys in one line and girls in the other, and say good morning while the boys bowed and the girls made a curtsy. I never got the hang of it and I often made a curtsy in stead of bowing. I'm just thankful I didn't try to chew gum at the same time...

The most vivid memory I have from the first year is the day when Kent and I decided that we wouldn't go in when the bell rang. In stead we stayed outside playing for a little while longer. When no one came out to call on us, we ran up to the windows and looked in on the rest of the class. Then we banged loudly on the glass and we ran as crazy towards the forest. Since still no one came after us, we decided to go back inside, and to add insult to injury we tore down all the clothes in the hallway before entering the classroom again. The result of this excursion was of course my very first report home. I wonder what my parents thought. I had been less than a month in school, and was already a prospective criminal. It was a one off, though. I swear. Learned my lesson and all that, and today it only makes me smile.

Pictures of Håkon's first day here.

Sad Political Correctness

2006-08-23 12:11:25 - 2 comments    |     Archives

I can't even begin to describe how stupid I find the fact that they are removing scenes of from old Turner cartoons that depicts smoking as being cool. Political Correctness is ruining this society. How stupid are parents if they can't tell their children that smoking is bad for you, and that Tom is a fool for doing so? What's next? Cutting out all scenes where Jerry runs over Tom with a steam shovel? "Oh no, kids might think that's cool!" Wait, I know! How about removing all the scenes with mammy, the big afro American maid, and replace them with a white woman? Wait.. sorry...they already did that. How about the removal of Uncle Tom's Cabin from libraries because of the word "nigger?" Oh wait... they've already done that too. Sorry.

This is not done to "protect the children" as Turner says. This is just to cater to the winds of people who can make a lot of noise and bring on bad publicity. We are destroying our cultural heritage, folks! Yes, I know there are scenes in old movies and cartoons that are downright racist, but there's a lot of bad stuff in our history that we shouldn't be too proud of. That doesn't mean we should forget it and remove it. How are we supposed to teach our children to not repeat our mistakes if we try to erase our history? An artists output is a reflection of the times he or she lived in, we have no right to change or censor that because it doesn't fit in what we think of as acceptable today.

I'm going to send to the board of directors at Turner a copy of Connie Willi's short story about a future where all the offensive lines of William Shakespeare's works have been removed. Or maybe not, they might censor it...


2006-08-27 23:26:47 - 3 comments    |     Archives

I took in a-ha at Color Line Stadium in Ålesund last night. It was a really, really good concert. Morten sang great, even if he had problems with the real hight notes at the end of "Take on Me," and they actually played "The Weight of the Wind!". As usual, I smuggled in my camera to give you a few snap shots of the mood.

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