Another personality test

My personality type:

Independent, original, analytical and determined. Have an exceptional ability to turn theories into solid plans of action. Highly value knowledge, competence and structure. Driven to derive meaning from their visions. Long-range thinkers. Have very high standards for their performance and the performance of others. Natural leaders, but will follow if they trust existing leaders.

Careers that could fit me include:

Scientists, engineers, professors, teachers, medical doctors, dentists, corporate strategists, organization founders, business administrators, managers, military, lawyers, judges, computer programmers, system analysts, computer specialists, psychologists, photographers, research department managers, researchers, university instructors, chess players.

Not bad as these things go, but as usual a little simplified (good thing, too, the world would be rather boring if a person could be summed up like this). On the results page there is also a “Myers Briggs” graph. And you can take the test yourself, if you like.

That Flickr game, part 2


1. Oslo, 2. Norway, 3. Jugend villa, 4. Eclectic, 5. London, 6. Scotland, 7. Sofa, 8. Wild Garden, 9. Dandelion, 10. Cardiff Castle, 11. Kristiansund, 12. Living Room

I suppose they could go on forever, really…

 The concept:
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

The Questions:
1. name of birth place
2. country where you live
3. favorite kind of house to live in
4. one word to describe your style of decorating
5. favorite town for a city-trip
6. favorite country for a holiday
7. favorite piece of furniture
8. favorite kind of garden
9. favorite flower
10. a historic place you visited and liked very much
11. where would you move to if you had to?
12. favorite room in your house

Number 11… I have no idea whether I’d actually like living i Kristiansund – I haven’t even been there. However, there isn’t really anywhere else I’d like to live, and at least it’s reasonably close to Trondheim ;) Good thing I don’t have to move, really…

That flickr meme


1. “Ragnhild”, 2. Spagetti Carbonara, 3. Ringve, 4. Rainbow, 5. Denzel Washington, 6. Single Malt Whisky, 7. Galapagos, 8. Death by Chocolate, 9. Librarian, 10. Oda, 11. Happy, 12. Mirthful

My high school is a bit of a cheat, but then how do you translate high school into Norwegian? I went with where I studied whan I was 16-17, which seems about right, no? And calling it a celebrity crush is a bit of an overstatement, but I think he tops my personal hot looking celebrity list. Also, 11. and 12. should really be the same word, but that would be boring, so I went with happy on 11.

Seen last at August Street, this is what to do:

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name

A four-letter word

It’s a meme! A love list:

I love being a mother. I love my daughter and the way she can make my heart lift by simply looking at me while pointing her hand in the general direction of whatever it is she wants and saying “de?” I love the way her hair stands up in all directions and the smell of her neck when she snuggles close. I love her sticky little hands and her perfect ears and toes and fingers and all. I love the way she’s discovered communication and how her vocabulary is increasing steadily. I love how she falls asleep in my lap and forces me to stay stationary for however long it takes because I don’t have the heart to wake her up. I love how she hardly ever says ma-ma or ba-ba, even though she is perfectly able to, because we’re always right there so there’s no need to call us. I love that she is independent enough to accept being left with her minder or with her grandparents without complaining. I love the way she is delighted to see me when I return and drops whatever she is doing to come and give me a hug. I love how she’s turned my world upside down in more ways than I thought possible. I love the way I love her so much I think my heart might burst whenever I hear her laugh and that it breaks a little every time she cries.

I love rain and wind. I love going for walks along the seaside when you can hardly stand up straight because it’s blowing so hard. I love going out in the rain in the summer and getting soaked through to the skin. I love coming back from a wet and windy walk and snuggling up with a blanket and a warm drink. I love thunder and lightening. I love watching a thunderstorm roll in towards where I’m standing, the flashes and crashes getting closer, the closer the storm gets.

I love my husband. I love the way he makes me laugh. I love the way he makes my heart melt when he smiles. I love the fact that he can’t be bothered to get a haircut until his hair is way too long and gets in his eyes and how he then gets it cut so short he looks like a little kid whose mom has instructed the barber to give him “a cut that will last the summer”. I love the way he interacts with our daughter, and the way his love shows on his face and in his body language when he’s with her. I love the way he buys me tulips at odd times just because I love them. I love the way he cooks bacon and I love his homemade pizza. I love the way he loves me.

I love my parents. I love my father’s hugs. I love the way my mother and I will laugh until we cry for the smallest thing. I love that I am able to consider my parents as friends.

I love music. I love putting on my favourite songs at full volume and singing along.

I love dancing. I love it when everything comes together in a set of Scottish country dancing and people fly through the room in a perfectly coordinated pattern. I love dancing strip the willow with my husband and spinning so fast we can hardly stand when we’re done.

I love photography. I love seeing the world from new angles. I love attempting to catch the moment. I love my Canon EOS 300D and I love that I can see the result of my experiments immediately. I love being able to manipulate the image in Photoshop, or to leave it be just the way it is, perfect in its imperfection.I love computers. I love getting dug into a piece of code and having it finally, magically come together and work. I love the internet and its possibilities.

I love my friends. I love how we can hardly talk for ages – years – and then still pick up just where we left it when we meet again. I love that they accept it if I say I have to call them back because I’m in the middle of a book I can’t put down.

I love Scotland. I love the people, the landscape, the literature, the music, the dancing, the accent, the pubs, the whisky and even the weather.

I love single malt whisky. I love the way every single bottling tastes different from the last. I love the skill and craft that goes into making a good malt. I love the touch of magic that the wood brings, making each cask a surprise, even to the most knowledgeable of experts. I love the myths and stories that are perpetuated by the people in the business and I love that no one really knows which ones are at least partly true and which ones are pure fiction. I love the smells of a distillery, the shock of malted barley flour in the mill room, the breakfasty smell of the mash, the CO2-infested beery smell of the wash, the warm, heady, sulfury smell of the new spirit as it runs off the still and the damp, mouldy smell of the warehouse – shhh, whisky sleeping. I love the people who work in the business, how they – almost without exception – really love what they do. I love their fierce loyalty to “their” distillery and how they grudgingly admit to some other malts being “rather nice”. I love the enthusiasm of whisky lovers and the nitpicking, extremely detailed and downright nerdy discussions we get into.

I love the sea. I love walking along a beach on a sunny day and I love the way the waves crash on the rocks in a storm. I love the soft breeze carrying wafts of saltiness and seaweed and I love the heady spray of troubled waters.

Ah well

What do you do when you have a blog and nothing in particular to write about? You fill it with silly quizzes and memes, that’s what. What, what?


Your Score: Pure Nerd

91 % Nerd, 47% Geek, 43% Dork

For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.

You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.

The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up all of the traits and tendences associated with the “dork.” No-longer. Being smart isn’t as socially crippling as it once was, and even more so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.




Thanks to Tone for providing the link and for scoring higher than me on dorkiness :D

Incidentally, in my sociolect or whatever you’d call it, the differentiation in the definitions of geek and nerd is pretty much the other way around. Not that it matters.

48 Things You Could Care Less About.*

1. First name? Ragnhild (or Robin, I’ll answer to both or either)
2. Were you named after anyone? Nope
3. When did you last cry? Last week, I think. It seems this stuff about hormones making you more sensitive in pregnancy is correct.
4. Do you like your handwriting? It’s ok. I can read it.
5. What is your favorite lunchmeat? Pork liver pat


Thanks to Jamelah, I have a meme to do:

The Idea: Leave a comment and I?ll give you a letter. Then you must think of 10 song titles that start with that letter (as well as the artist), without using Google or other cheats.

And I have M.


My Funny Valentine – Frank Sinatra
Milennium – Robbie Williams
Missing You – Chris de Burgh
Man in the Mirror – Michael Jackson (or is that “The Man in the Mirror”? I’ll have to google when I’m done here…)
Merry Christmas Everyone – Wings
Maybe I’m Amazed – Paul McCartney
Michelle – The Beatles
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm – Crash Test Dummies (edit: title should be “Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm”, much the same thing, I suppose)
Mbop – Hansons
Miss Jones – Frank Sinatra
Mrs. Robinson – Simon and Garfunkle
Mr. Bojangles – Robbie Williams
Mac the Knife – Louis Armstrong

Ok. I was suddenly on a roll there and I’m sure some of them will turn out to be “wrong” (like old Jacko there, is there a “The” at the beginning of the title?) once I start googling…

Edit: Hm. Turns out Jacko dropped the “The”. However, the Wings song is called “Wonderful Christmas Time” so I have no idea who sang “Merry Christmas Everyone” (or if that is even a song title). Also, it’s “MMMBop”, apparently. And Hanson. No s at the end. Well, I’m not really disappointed to have gotten that one wrong… And looking at the Wikipedia entry for My Funny Valentine I was beginning to think I’d have to strike that too, on account of artist, but it seems Sinatra did record it (he and half the planet) so that’s ok after all.