Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
The Book: The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch
One year ago I heard about Randy Pausch and
watched his The Last Lecture.
I often think about that lecture.
On the way to the States, at the airport, I
found that Randy Pausch had also written
a book called The Last Lecture.
Quickly browsing through the book,
I saw it wasn't just a printout of the lecture
he gave, but much more.
So now I am reading that book, a chapter at
a time.
For me, Randy Pausch continues, after his
death in July 2008, to be an inspiration
for my life.
watched his The Last Lecture.
I often think about that lecture.
On the way to the States, at the airport, I
found that Randy Pausch had also written
a book called The Last Lecture.
Quickly browsing through the book,
I saw it wasn't just a printout of the lecture
he gave, but much more.
So now I am reading that book, a chapter at
a time.
For me, Randy Pausch continues, after his
death in July 2008, to be an inspiration
for my life.
43Things.com
This website holds special importance
in our family's life, so I was excited to look at
a book written by Lia Steakley named
"Dream It. List It. Do It!"
This is a book with over 4000 ideas,
suggestions, practical tips and first-person
success stories.
I am sure I will get a copy for myself of
this book.
Here are some of the chapters:
Be Happy.
Create.
Reinvent Myself.
Document My Life.
Finish What I Start.
Cook More.
Fix My Finances.
100 Things That Make Me Happy (Besides Money)
in our family's life, so I was excited to look at
a book written by Lia Steakley named
"Dream It. List It. Do It!"
This is a book with over 4000 ideas,
suggestions, practical tips and first-person
success stories.
I am sure I will get a copy for myself of
this book.
Here are some of the chapters:
Be Happy.
Create.
Reinvent Myself.
Document My Life.
Finish What I Start.
Cook More.
Fix My Finances.
100 Things That Make Me Happy (Besides Money)
Checking Out
Last night my son brought me
to a supermarket where we checked out
ourselves - registering the products and then
paying, all by ourselves.
Interesting!
to a supermarket where we checked out
ourselves - registering the products and then
paying, all by ourselves.
Interesting!
Nightmare # 2
Last night I had this dream:
I was in charge of a group of students,
teenagers, and we were traveling on a ship.
While at sea, a group of terrorists boarded
the ship.
Now my teenager students had suddenly
turned into kindergarten children.
I managed to get my children hidden in
one part of the ship, but the terrorists were
getting closer.
Quietly, I managed to smuggle out the
children through a side window, letting
the children believe they were playing a
game.
In the end I was left in that room with two
men (teachers?) while an armed terrorist
was getting closer and closer.
PS. What is going on in my head?
I was in charge of a group of students,
teenagers, and we were traveling on a ship.
While at sea, a group of terrorists boarded
the ship.
Now my teenager students had suddenly
turned into kindergarten children.
I managed to get my children hidden in
one part of the ship, but the terrorists were
getting closer.
Quietly, I managed to smuggle out the
children through a side window, letting
the children believe they were playing a
game.
In the end I was left in that room with two
men (teachers?) while an armed terrorist
was getting closer and closer.
PS. What is going on in my head?
Nightmare # 1
A few nights ago I dreamed I was visiting my
second country and the village where I used to
live.
In real life the swimming pool in that village
is on top of a mountain with a wonderful view.
In my dream, the swimming pool was now
a hole in the sand, and the water was very cold.
I was told there was a second swimming pool
underground and climbed down a wooden
staircase, supporting the sand walls around.
The second swimming pool was also a hole
in the sand. A few persons were in that pool.
I was told there was a third pool further down,
and climbed down more wooden stairs.
It was like being inside an old-fashioned
mine.
There was the third swimming pool,
another hole in the sand, but this one
chockfull of people.
I turned around and ran up the stairs
to get out of this sand hill.
What does such a dream try to tell me?
second country and the village where I used to
live.
In real life the swimming pool in that village
is on top of a mountain with a wonderful view.
In my dream, the swimming pool was now
a hole in the sand, and the water was very cold.
I was told there was a second swimming pool
underground and climbed down a wooden
staircase, supporting the sand walls around.
The second swimming pool was also a hole
in the sand. A few persons were in that pool.
I was told there was a third pool further down,
and climbed down more wooden stairs.
It was like being inside an old-fashioned
mine.
There was the third swimming pool,
another hole in the sand, but this one
chockfull of people.
I turned around and ran up the stairs
to get out of this sand hill.
What does such a dream try to tell me?
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sleeping more
In general, I am a night person.
I like to read, write and think late at night.
Since I was a little girl I thought that
falling asleep was cutting me out of
what I liked doing.
After arriving in the States, I am sleeping
more hours.
True, I am not able to sleep more than two
or three hours in a stretch, but I usually
sleep a few cycles like that.
Here I find that I am extremely tired
in the early evening.
Two nights ago I went to sleep at eight o'clock
in the evening and got up the next morning
at six thirty!
Last night I fell asleep at nine, and got up
at seven.
Weird!
I like to read, write and think late at night.
Since I was a little girl I thought that
falling asleep was cutting me out of
what I liked doing.
After arriving in the States, I am sleeping
more hours.
True, I am not able to sleep more than two
or three hours in a stretch, but I usually
sleep a few cycles like that.
Here I find that I am extremely tired
in the early evening.
Two nights ago I went to sleep at eight o'clock
in the evening and got up the next morning
at six thirty!
Last night I fell asleep at nine, and got up
at seven.
Weird!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The content of the three boxes
Those three boxes were packed so quickly,
that the content was a result of
1)a wish list my son had made
2) what I had thought about beforehand
3) of impulse.
Here are some of what I had sent.
When I was born, my Swedish grandmother
made miniature bedclothes both for
my baby cot and for a doll's bed.
All in the style used by grownups in Sweden
at that time.
She also made a baby shirt in white cotton
for a doll - I think in the style of a bigger
one she made for me, and that was worn out
many years ago.
Much later, when she lived in an old age
home, she started doing woodwork, and
made wooden dolls furniture.
I was happy to learn that this furniture
seems to fit the old/new dolls house my
daughter-in-law is working on.
I hope Kate will love the bed, the
table, the chairs, the kitchen bench and
the cupboard as much as I have.
In Norway there is a tradition of collecting
silverware. For holidays and weekends many
families in Norway use their silver cutlery.
According to an additional tradition you give
silverware to a newborn baby.
There is the stork spoon with the baby's name,
birth date, hour of birth, length and weight,
but also forks and knives and small silver
spoons.
I have never collected silverware, but I have
a few pieces I received as a baby and then
a few that my son got when he was born.
The only piece I have felt a real attachment
to is my own stork spoon - a kind of birth
certificate in silver. My son's stork spoon
has been equally important because I was
keeping it for him to receive one day,
and because it was a symbol
for a new generation.
Now I have given a new stork spoon to Kate.
I hope to live many more years (thirty plus,
if I will live as long as my Norwegian
grandmother and my Norwegian aunts!),
but I feel that the silverware, the wooden
furniture and the clothes made by my
Swedish grandmother now should
belong to Kate.
I hope it won't be too big a problem for Kate's
parents to keep it.
that the content was a result of
1)a wish list my son had made
2) what I had thought about beforehand
3) of impulse.
Here are some of what I had sent.
When I was born, my Swedish grandmother
made miniature bedclothes both for
my baby cot and for a doll's bed.
All in the style used by grownups in Sweden
at that time.
She also made a baby shirt in white cotton
for a doll - I think in the style of a bigger
one she made for me, and that was worn out
many years ago.
Much later, when she lived in an old age
home, she started doing woodwork, and
made wooden dolls furniture.
I was happy to learn that this furniture
seems to fit the old/new dolls house my
daughter-in-law is working on.
I hope Kate will love the bed, the
table, the chairs, the kitchen bench and
the cupboard as much as I have.
In Norway there is a tradition of collecting
silverware. For holidays and weekends many
families in Norway use their silver cutlery.
According to an additional tradition you give
silverware to a newborn baby.
There is the stork spoon with the baby's name,
birth date, hour of birth, length and weight,
but also forks and knives and small silver
spoons.
I have never collected silverware, but I have
a few pieces I received as a baby and then
a few that my son got when he was born.
The only piece I have felt a real attachment
to is my own stork spoon - a kind of birth
certificate in silver. My son's stork spoon
has been equally important because I was
keeping it for him to receive one day,
and because it was a symbol
for a new generation.
Now I have given a new stork spoon to Kate.
I hope to live many more years (thirty plus,
if I will live as long as my Norwegian
grandmother and my Norwegian aunts!),
but I feel that the silverware, the wooden
furniture and the clothes made by my
Swedish grandmother now should
belong to Kate.
I hope it won't be too big a problem for Kate's
parents to keep it.
Three boxes running fast across the globe
On Monday, at noon, I shipped three boxes
with things belonging to my son from a
small local post office half across the globe.
Each box cost about 50 US dollars in
shipping.
My estimate is that the boxes were picked
up at that local post office on Tuesday morning.
On Friday morning I was sitting in the
living room with little Kate in my arms,
when the outside door bell rang twice.
I didn't even know how to open the outside
door.
Kate's parents were sleeping.
Then the inside door bell rang, so I
understood something had to be done.
Calling out for my son, I carefully opened
the door.
There stood a postman who wanted to
deliver my three boxes!
with things belonging to my son from a
small local post office half across the globe.
Each box cost about 50 US dollars in
shipping.
My estimate is that the boxes were picked
up at that local post office on Tuesday morning.
On Friday morning I was sitting in the
living room with little Kate in my arms,
when the outside door bell rang twice.
I didn't even know how to open the outside
door.
Kate's parents were sleeping.
Then the inside door bell rang, so I
understood something had to be done.
Calling out for my son, I carefully opened
the door.
There stood a postman who wanted to
deliver my three boxes!
Arriving - in the broader sense of the word
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wal-Mart_Supercenter_at_Fountain_Square,_Waukegan,_Illinois.jpg
According to what I was once told - perhaps
it isn't correct - Hindus, after traveling for
long distances, sit down and wait for the
soul to arrive too.
In any case, I like the idea.
Your body may reach its destination fast,
but your soul travels much more slowly.
At least when you fly.
So yesterday, my first full day here,
I kept inside.
It was only towards the evening I dared
to join my son on a trip to Walmart.
I come from two small countries,
with populations roughly half the size
of the bigger Chicago area.
Walking into the local Walmart was
reinforcing that fact.
It was indeed very very big.
So many different products you can buy.
I can also see how this easily can
lead you to buy stuff you really don't need.
These days, in my life, I try to downsize.
I try to carefully choose what matters
the most.
It means I am retraining my brain.
In the old times, I would often buy or
receive or keep stuff, in case it would
come in handy one day, or perhaps
for no clear reason at all.
Walking through Walmart, I nearly felt like
a researcher, researching my own reactions
to what I saw on the shelves.
It was interesting to watch, but I knew I did
not NEED any of all that stuff.
Friday, January 23, 2009
"It is freezing cold in Norway"
"It is freezing cold in Norway."
This is a statement often uttered by my friends
abroad - those who haven't been to Norway.
I once lived in the Norwegian mountains where the
climate is harsher than in Moss, and I have of course
never lived in the far north of Norway in the winter.
I am talking about the weather in Moss.
Take today.
Here in Chicago where I stay, there is some snow.
Around the parking lot, snow is piled up,
so it must have been more snow earlier.
The weather here will be
like this for the coming days:
Today it is cloudy, minus 1 degree Celsius right now,
dropping to minus 17 degrees Celsius tonight.
Tomorrow it will be minus 13 degrees Celsius
during the day, sunny and cloudy,
and minus 18 degrees Celsius during the night.
The day after tomorrow will have minus 12
degrees Celsius during the day, cloudy and
sunny, and minus 16 during the night.
In Moss, Norway, today and tomorrow,
it is raining with temperatures around
0 degrees Celsius.
On Sunday they talk about "Frozen Mix"
(rain and snow) with temperatures between
0 degrees and minus 2.
Welcome to Moss, to test the weather!
This is a statement often uttered by my friends
abroad - those who haven't been to Norway.
I once lived in the Norwegian mountains where the
climate is harsher than in Moss, and I have of course
never lived in the far north of Norway in the winter.
I am talking about the weather in Moss.
Take today.
Here in Chicago where I stay, there is some snow.
Around the parking lot, snow is piled up,
so it must have been more snow earlier.
The weather here will be
like this for the coming days:
Today it is cloudy, minus 1 degree Celsius right now,
dropping to minus 17 degrees Celsius tonight.
Tomorrow it will be minus 13 degrees Celsius
during the day, sunny and cloudy,
and minus 18 degrees Celsius during the night.
The day after tomorrow will have minus 12
degrees Celsius during the day, cloudy and
sunny, and minus 16 during the night.
In Moss, Norway, today and tomorrow,
it is raining with temperatures around
0 degrees Celsius.
On Sunday they talk about "Frozen Mix"
(rain and snow) with temperatures between
0 degrees and minus 2.
Welcome to Moss, to test the weather!
Arrived safely in Chicago
And there she was! Kate.
In a cap knitted by her talented greatgrandmother.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
On the way to the States
Tonight is the last night in my second country
and early tomorrow I will be on my way
to the States and to the little princess called Kate.
So far it hasn't been much of a vacation,
but at least I got my boxes of books packed.
25 of them!
Crazy!
and early tomorrow I will be on my way
to the States and to the little princess called Kate.
So far it hasn't been much of a vacation,
but at least I got my boxes of books packed.
25 of them!
Crazy!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Off to meet friends and family
Here is Kate leaving the hospital
a few days ago.
In two hours I take the bus to the airport
to start my long journey.
First I will have the opportunity
to meet friends in my second country.
Then I will travel across - what to me -
seems like half the world
to meet Kate and her parents.
Lucky me!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Kate
Well, like any other new grandmother,
I of course think this little beautiful girl
is very SPECIAL.
Hi, Kate, I will soon come to meet you!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Empathy
"Some persons seem to believe that Empathy
is another foreign card game."
First attempt to translate something
a Norwegian friend sometimes say.
is another foreign card game."
First attempt to translate something
a Norwegian friend sometimes say.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Karius and Baktus
It must be my new status as grandmother
that made me look for Karius and Baktus,
another Norwegian children's classic.
Then I found this little clip in English on
YouTube
http://il.youtube.com/watch?v=VOJo73IGpfE&feature=related
that made me look for Karius and Baktus,
another Norwegian children's classic.
Then I found this little clip in English on
YouTube
http://il.youtube.com/watch?v=VOJo73IGpfE&feature=related
Yesterday I heard a children's song
by Knutsen & Ludvigsen called
Matpakkespisevisa. Lunch Box Song, perhaps.
Though here the sandwiches for
lunch are often wrapped in paper.
My schoolyears in Norway
was an endless row of these wrapped
sandwiches, with special pieces of paper
dividing one sandwich from the other.
It starts in Norwegian:
” Det er ikke morsomt å spise sin mat
når den ligger i pakke og ikke på fat."
Here you can listen to the song
on YouTube
http://il.youtube.com/watch?v=hgUO02_QuEU&feature=related
This fast and rough translation only
wants to give you some idea of the content.
It isn't much fun to eat your food
when it comes wrapped in and not on a plate.
The top one had jam that stuck to the paper.
A paper that flew away with the wind.
When I wanted to eat sandwich number two,
I had eaten it earlier, 'cause it was so good.
Sandwich number three I had cut in two halves,
when I had eaten the first one, the second fell down.
The fourth had mayonnaise and tomato,
the mayo was squeezed out, the tomato was flat.
The cheese I had on the sandwich at last
was stuck to the sandwich I already had.
It isn't much fun to eat your food
when it comes wrapped in and not served on a plate.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knutsen_&_Ludvigsen
by Knutsen & Ludvigsen called
Matpakkespisevisa. Lunch Box Song, perhaps.
Though here the sandwiches for
lunch are often wrapped in paper.
My schoolyears in Norway
was an endless row of these wrapped
sandwiches, with special pieces of paper
dividing one sandwich from the other.
It starts in Norwegian:
” Det er ikke morsomt å spise sin mat
når den ligger i pakke og ikke på fat."
Here you can listen to the song
on YouTube
http://il.youtube.com/watch?v=hgUO02_QuEU&feature=related
This fast and rough translation only
wants to give you some idea of the content.
It isn't much fun to eat your food
when it comes wrapped in and not on a plate.
The top one had jam that stuck to the paper.
A paper that flew away with the wind.
When I wanted to eat sandwich number two,
I had eaten it earlier, 'cause it was so good.
Sandwich number three I had cut in two halves,
when I had eaten the first one, the second fell down.
The fourth had mayonnaise and tomato,
the mayo was squeezed out, the tomato was flat.
The cheese I had on the sandwich at last
was stuck to the sandwich I already had.
It isn't much fun to eat your food
when it comes wrapped in and not served on a plate.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knutsen_&_Ludvigsen
Thursday, January 8, 2009
The light of snow
Woke up at five o'clock this morning,
but it looked lighter outside than usual.
That was because it was snowing.
The little snow that now covered the ground
reflected the street lights.
Most days there has been no snow in Moss
this winter, and I have been kind of grateful
for that.
But I now understand that snow can add
light to those dark hours.
but it looked lighter outside than usual.
That was because it was snowing.
The little snow that now covered the ground
reflected the street lights.
Most days there has been no snow in Moss
this winter, and I have been kind of grateful
for that.
But I now understand that snow can add
light to those dark hours.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Unusual bookshelves
Color-coded books!
Bookshelves made with books!
I found these as part of 20 Unusually
Brilliant Bookcase and Bookshelf Designs
on
Loving books - under all circumstances
Somebody showed me this photo today.
It was probably taken in Great Britain
after the bombings of London in
World War Two.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Swedish film: The Swindler (Bedragaren)
By chance, tonight on Swedish TV,
I stumbled upon a movie.
A documentary.
The Swindler. "Bedragaren" in Swedish.
I didn't see the beginning.
I don't even know how much I missed.
It was in Swedish, Hungarian and Hebrew.
The subject - a conman born in Hungary
in 1953 who moved around the world,
in everchanging roles.
For example:
The manager of the Hungarian swim team
to the 1992 Olympic Games in Barcelona.
A Catholic bishop, a special envoy of the
Vatican, in Malmø, Sweden.
An orthodox Jew dealing in diamonds
in Israel.
Taking the money of those who trusted
him and then disappearing.
Even his death in Hungary in 1999, may
have been another deception.
This conman, originally named
György Zemplényi, is probably
still out there somewhere.
The film, despite the subject matter,
left me smiling and chuckling.
It was very well done.
Worth seeing, if you have the chance.
I know I will look for an opportunity
to watch the whole movie.
On page 21 of this PDF document, you can
read a little about the creators of this film,
Åsa Blanck and Johan Palmgren.
http://sfi.se/PageFiles/8729/SwedishFilm3_2008uppslag.pdf?epslanguage=en-GB
Look carefully at the photo of the conman
himself - here as a Catholic bishop.
.
I stumbled upon a movie.
A documentary.
The Swindler. "Bedragaren" in Swedish.
I didn't see the beginning.
I don't even know how much I missed.
It was in Swedish, Hungarian and Hebrew.
The subject - a conman born in Hungary
in 1953 who moved around the world,
in everchanging roles.
For example:
The manager of the Hungarian swim team
to the 1992 Olympic Games in Barcelona.
A Catholic bishop, a special envoy of the
Vatican, in Malmø, Sweden.
An orthodox Jew dealing in diamonds
in Israel.
Taking the money of those who trusted
him and then disappearing.
Even his death in Hungary in 1999, may
have been another deception.
This conman, originally named
György Zemplényi, is probably
still out there somewhere.
The film, despite the subject matter,
left me smiling and chuckling.
It was very well done.
Worth seeing, if you have the chance.
I know I will look for an opportunity
to watch the whole movie.
On page 21 of this PDF document, you can
read a little about the creators of this film,
Åsa Blanck and Johan Palmgren.
http://sfi.se/PageFiles/8729/SwedishFilm3_2008uppslag.pdf?epslanguage=en-GB
Look carefully at the photo of the conman
himself - here as a Catholic bishop.
.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Swedish TV documentary: Med adresslapp om halsen
Today I was fortunate to see most of a
Swedish TV documentary called
"Med adresslapp om halsen".
In English perhaps translated as
"With an address tag around your neck".
During the Second World War around
70 000 Finish children were sent to Sweden
for safekeeping. After the war the Finish
governemt demanded the children to be
returned to Finland, even when the Finish
mothers or parents thought it would be
better for their beloved children to stay
with their Swedish fosterparents at a
time life in Finland was extremely difficult.
This resulted in many tragedies:
Some of the around 10000 who , in the end,
were allowed to stay in Sweden ,
lost contact with their parents and siblings,
with their language and culture.
Some grew up with great resentment,
often to their Finish parents and sometimes
to Finland in general.
Those who were sent back to Finland,
often had a very difficult life there,
feeling they had been cheated out of the
lives with their Swedish families.
I feel this documentary was very well done,
giving the complexity of the decision to
send the children to Sweden and then of
the decision to return them to Finland.
I usually don't cry much, but I had tears
in my eyes several times.
Swedish TV documentary called
"Med adresslapp om halsen".
In English perhaps translated as
"With an address tag around your neck".
During the Second World War around
70 000 Finish children were sent to Sweden
for safekeeping. After the war the Finish
governemt demanded the children to be
returned to Finland, even when the Finish
mothers or parents thought it would be
better for their beloved children to stay
with their Swedish fosterparents at a
time life in Finland was extremely difficult.
This resulted in many tragedies:
Some of the around 10000 who , in the end,
were allowed to stay in Sweden ,
lost contact with their parents and siblings,
with their language and culture.
Some grew up with great resentment,
often to their Finish parents and sometimes
to Finland in general.
Those who were sent back to Finland,
often had a very difficult life there,
feeling they had been cheated out of the
lives with their Swedish families.
I feel this documentary was very well done,
giving the complexity of the decision to
send the children to Sweden and then of
the decision to return them to Finland.
I usually don't cry much, but I had tears
in my eyes several times.
Here is a Swedish explanation about this film http://svt.se/svt/jsp/Crosslink.jsp?d=81516&a=1353339
An unlikely meeting in Budapest
True story from Budapest.
It was the 1970's and two young guys
from Moss, Norway were waiting for
their girlfriends somewhere in the
middle of Budapest.
The guys had long hair, looked like hippies.
Next to them stood an elderly local woman,
dressed like she came from some small
Hungarian village, with a black scarf
on her head.
She looked disapprovingly at the hippy types.
As the two girls from Moss finally joined
their boyfriends, a woman also walked up
to the Hungarian woman in a scarf.
They started to speak to each other in
Hungarian, when the younger woman
suddenly exclaimed in Norwegian:
Fancy meeting people from Moss here!
It turned out that these two women were
mother and daughter, and that the daughter
was the neighbour of one of the two
Norwegian girls!
Small world!
PS. One can imagine the mother asking
her daughter afterwards, how she knew such
strangelooking people in Norway.
It was the 1970's and two young guys
from Moss, Norway were waiting for
their girlfriends somewhere in the
middle of Budapest.
The guys had long hair, looked like hippies.
Next to them stood an elderly local woman,
dressed like she came from some small
Hungarian village, with a black scarf
on her head.
She looked disapprovingly at the hippy types.
As the two girls from Moss finally joined
their boyfriends, a woman also walked up
to the Hungarian woman in a scarf.
They started to speak to each other in
Hungarian, when the younger woman
suddenly exclaimed in Norwegian:
Fancy meeting people from Moss here!
It turned out that these two women were
mother and daughter, and that the daughter
was the neighbour of one of the two
Norwegian girls!
Small world!
PS. One can imagine the mother asking
her daughter afterwards, how she knew such
strangelooking people in Norway.
The Oldest Profession
I love hearing a joke, but I usually ruin it
when I try to retell it. Be warned!
A masoner, a carpenter and an electrician
were arguing whose profession was the
oldest.
Well, said the masoner, it must be mine,
because when they built the pyramids, the
pyramids must have been built by masoners.
No, said the carpenter, it must be my
profession, because when Noah built his Ark,
it was clearly built by carpenters.
I beg to differ, said the electrician, it is my
profession that is the oldest. When God
said: Let there be light, our guys already
had the system installed and ready.
when I try to retell it. Be warned!
A masoner, a carpenter and an electrician
were arguing whose profession was the
oldest.
Well, said the masoner, it must be mine,
because when they built the pyramids, the
pyramids must have been built by masoners.
No, said the carpenter, it must be my
profession, because when Noah built his Ark,
it was clearly built by carpenters.
I beg to differ, said the electrician, it is my
profession that is the oldest. When God
said: Let there be light, our guys already
had the system installed and ready.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Another qoute I liked
"The real measure of your wealth
is how much you would be worth
if you lost all your money."
Unknown
is how much you would be worth
if you lost all your money."
Unknown
Thursday, January 1, 2009
A present from my friend R.
Two months ago I looked at this picture
in an art gallery.
My good friend R. had brought me there.
I even wrote about it on my blog.
The other day R. gave me a present.
It was so unexpected.
Now that picture is hanging in my office.
Thank you, R.!
A new year starts
Looking out my window, the sky is lit up
in wonderful colors and shapes -
Norwegians seem to use an awful
lot of money on fireworks this
New Year Eve.
Closing my eyes and just listening,
the sounds give me quite different
associations.
Happy New Year!
in wonderful colors and shapes -
Norwegians seem to use an awful
lot of money on fireworks this
New Year Eve.
Closing my eyes and just listening,
the sounds give me quite different
associations.
Happy New Year!
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