Trying to speak to L on phone while writing an entry. Not easy.
Sol
Nå er det sol ute. Det føles helt og holdent feil å lengte etter senga når det er sol ute. Like greit, kanskje jeg kan lure kroppen min til å tro at dette er normalt.
Cheese?
A part of the Norwegian staple diet, brown goat’s cheese has to be tried to be believed. Technically, I seem to remember, it’s not a cheese, but whatever. The reason it’s brown is that the sugar in the goat’s milk is caramelised in the production. Hence it also tastes somewhat like caramel. Only somewhat, though.
To confuse the issue further, not all goat’s cheese is made with goats’ milk. Basically there are three varieties (in order of ‘rank’ to ‘mild’): ‘Geitost’ (goat’s cheese), made with goat’s milk only, ‘Gudbrandsdalsost’ (Gudbrand’s valley cheese), made with a mixture of goat’s and cow’s milk and ‘fløtemysost’ (uhm, whatever) made with cow’s milk only. All are made by the same process, though.
Ooh, look: It’s available to purchase over the net.
Conversations with myself in the mirror
– Good morning, self. How are you?
– How am I? Hm. Difficult question. Less tired than I was five hours ago. Must have broken a barrier or something.
– But a bit cranky, right?
– Just a tad. Feeling asocial. Very glad to be alone in the flat. Sent the boyfriend home to sleep at some point in the very early morning and ended up telling him not to come back. He took it nicely. Good thing too. Definitely too cranky for company, and he certainly doesn’t deserve being shouted at.
– I see he left the espressomaker?
– Mmm. Espresso. Look, it makes just the right amount to fill the nice espresso cup, uhm, coffee mug, whatever.
Til ære for søndagen
Hvis jeg skulle velge meg et kirkesamfunn måtte det være den anglikanske kirken. Nå er vel neppe preknene deres noe bedre enn preknene i den norske statskirken, men de har evensong – og evensong er uten preken. Når jeg får behov for å gå i kirken er det det formelle mønsteret og det seremonielle jeg er ute etter, ikke teksttolkning. Det er kanskje arrogant, men det får så være, jeg vet hva jeg tror på. Men det seremonielle “spørsmål og svar” mønsteret til evensong er bra for sjela.
Oppvasken unnagjort
Om en time eller to tror jeg jeg skal støvsuge. Tror kanskje naboene ville sette pris på at jeg ventet til etter tolv. Lurer på om det er noen flere sånne rydde-/vaskejobber jeg kan gjøre for å holde meg våken. Hvorfor ikke slå to fluer i ett smekk, mener jeg? Når jeg er normalt våken gidder jeg jo sjelden å rydde noe særlig.
Topical
Reading the paper this morning I found a story which exemplifies something of Norwegian rural life. Norway’s an odd country geaographically. Long and narrow, with fjords and mountains galore dividing one valley from the other. Not to mention large areas being pretty much uninhabitable. This has meant that a lot of communities ‘on the edge’ have, historically, but also currently, been pretty isolated. Hence the relevance of the story. Apparently, in the little village of Hellemobotn in Nordland, the 150 inhabitants have thus far had one phone booth between them – as in: That’s the only phone in the village. When it rings, whoever’s nearest has to go pick it up and locate whoever the call is for. As one of the inhabitants says, luckily the children enjoy doing the running to pick it up…
But now the village will be put on the mobile network map, a new transmitter or two going up, I assume, so all 150 will now be able to get a mobile phone.
På den kronglete måten
Jeg elsker Britisk kollektivtransport. Dette er selvfølgelig nok et bevis på at jeg er fullstendig gal, men det får så være. De Britiske togene er kanskje ikke hva de var (men jeg vet ikke om de noengang har vært det) etter privatiseringen, men lokaltransporten er helt utrolig. Du kan komme deg til de minste små landsbyer med buss. Ok, så det tar litt tid, og dersom formålet ditt er å komme fram fort er det kanskje bedre å leie bil, men som regel når jeg er ute på tur er reisen målet, som det heter, og det at det tar 4 timer å tilbakelegge en strekning du kunne dekket i bil på en halvtime eller deromkring er liksom ikke så farlig.
More css
I’ve finally managed to get some work done on the css for nmwl.no. Almost there now, just a few more tweaks and I’ll be ready to start sending the links to a select few – and possibly post it here ;)
But now I’m going to do the dishes. I need to move about a bit to loosen my back up again. It’s muttering.
ah, aftenposten
Nå har jeg vært ute og hentet avisen. Jeg får Aftenposten på søndager. Jeg sa opp abonnementet mitt på Aftenposten for månedsvis siden, men det er det tydeligvis ingen som har fortalt søndagsbudet, og jeg har ikke tenkt å klage.