Wonderful weekend

I have been enjoying the weekend a lot. I started Friday by visiting my uncle and family. They were just as excited as me. It has been to long since last time. Saturday came with a visit to the city centre and a relaxing dinner with Jone and Frank. We had a couple bottles of wine. I like that they drink, because drinking alone is rather boring. That is actually been something I have feared coming back to mother Norway.

We had the fist Sunday of Christmas (argh, what is the name) with the scouts in Church. They were all well behaved, disciplined and did their job well. I am VERY happy! Tommy brought his Morris minor. Cool…

Empty blog, empty mind?

I think I have encountered an issue. Point number one: My blog is dead boring. Why? Because I keep the really juicy stuff for myself. My feelings here are depicted in metaphors and statistics. You have to know me to read it, and often not even then. Point number two: I am running out of things to write about. Should I turn to politics? What I do every week is not very interesting the tenth week. I need some unexpected negative excitement, but I don not really want that, do I?

I am a couple person, I am not to found of parties, great gatherings and such things unless I can share it with one, maximum two other people. Am I then suitable to publish my life on the web.

Cake

Working equals cake. I am now feeling the taste of cake and coffee. It is the taste of work. After December, I may not have more cake nor coffee for a while, I wonder how it turns out. One thing is for certain. I want to enjoy christmas all the same.

One stage of the journey is over, another begins

I have moved into a new phase of my life, not much, but I feel it. Of experience, I get sick every time I leave a life situation I enjoy. I recognise the feeling, I am beginning to adapt. Four years of irresponsibility is over. A life with many friends, challenging cultures, exciting discussions and good food. I am not saying this will all be gone, but matters will be different. I am back home with very old friends, people I have experienced more than a student life with.

Student friends are still something special. They all seek new friends, and tell intimate secrets after some weeks. In real life, you do not tell intimate secrets before years have passed. Friendships are not made over night, with some exceptions.

ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz........

I slept all yesterday. There is nothing else to say. After scouts today, I am meeting up with some people from work. It is a good opportunity to get to know my collegues better. I am really glad they asked, I feel appreceated and included.

How to waste a weekend

I have been the resposible leader for a film weekend. I used the whole of friday and saturday in the basement. Hurray... Sunday evening, me and Frank set sail to see a sailing boat, Nortun. The night ended with hot chocolate, a chat and a nice walk back home through a really cool area of Stavanger, Blåsenborg. I am feeling sick. Going home to sleep after work.

More snow

Stella has experienced something new, something she is not made for:

Snow and darkness...

The Christmas has started. Shops are open until very late every day. The commercial pressure is really forcing the shop assistants to work late. If a shop decides to close early, it looses out. I spoke with an employee at a sports shop yesterday. They specialise in winter equipment, and are obliged to stay open Easter eve. Every potential customer they have are skiing in the mountains, not buying skies in a city shop! Stupid.

Snow

The streets are white, and Stella does not like it. Neither do I. But walking to the bus is a perfectly good way of waking up. And the people sitting there are always interresting to watch. It is me, and 30 kids going to school. I have started to read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. The first six pages are amusing, I will read six more on the way back.

Most important achievement of the day: I bought a Hammock, a really cool one like the one Marte has (not the hammock in the picture). I guess it is a sure sign of growing up, just as with registration plates and Volvos. This had nothing to do with snow, had it?

Stessed out

You know the feeling of passing a storm, and still be alive. The rush is still in your blood, the anxiety is in every limb. That is the current feeling. The New Year will be a good one!

I do not care

The wind is still doing its best to blow me away. I do not care anymore, I even like the wind. When you make a choise and chew it around a little, you might like the taste or you may spit it out. I am eating a chewing gum. I do not really like to chew, but the taste is nice as long as it last. Give me an answer! (I do care)

Me and the market

I am fighting the market, one sailor sailing up against the tidal waves of the open sea. Once you are in love with the sea, it is hard to leave it. Even worse, once you try to turn around, you will be crushed and sunk. My sails are up, I am meeting the wind. The storm should be cleared up by Wednesday.

Stressed

I am stressed, very stressed. My blood is boiling, but I cannot give in now. I have to play the optimal strategic game. It is killing me!

Early at work

This morning at 0546, I drove my mother to the train station. After a quick shower and some porridge, I drove straight to work. The parking lot was empty. The clock in the car showed 0745. I should have known, my mother NEVER adjusts the clocks! I went home, back to sleep, and back to work again at 0800. Bother!

Yesterday Alan, the 28th Blackford Scout Master, sent me a DVD from their summer camp. I miss the boys a lot, the video brought back a lot of fond memories. I am looking forward to a weekend without any plans at all, except replacing the tire of Stella and reading my book, The Da Vinci Code

Happenings

Yesterday was a festive day at work. We had seminars until 1900, and food and drinks afterwards. The worst band ever came to play for us. He could not play the guitar, and she did not have the voice for the selected songs. Amusing... I sleep much better after a couple of beers.

I am nervous, I don’t like it. It is a part of my current life stage.

Waiting for the bus

The bus left me today, I could therefore read 5 more pages in my book. Long live Kolumbus. Kolumbus is our bus company, and use to be havily delayed. Columbus was on his way to India, and you know where he ended up...

My scouts were edable yesterday, they behaved as they should, and were very interrested in the instructions. The boy with the heaviest concentration problems even stayed after scouts to learn a supermegaheavydifficult knot. Guys like him makes scouting worthwhile the bother.

Working until late today, buuhhh...

Hurray, the square head is back

I have just wasted two hours correcting a wrong correction of a correction. And it was not really my fault. I needed help to transfer transactions from one account to another, and it is really not the easiest task beacuse of the evil animal called VAT. Ok, for the people who just fell asleep, stay asleep. I am fine, and there is scouts today. Tomorrow, there will be a long working day, and thursday/friday full of surprises.... Hurray, working from 0800-2000...

The bus

Stella has a problem, her tire is flat again. My father has bought a new tube and tire for me, I took the bus to work. And to be very honest with you, I like taking the bus. It brings back happy memories of a lost past, Vienna. A rectangle, filled up with a strange combination of people. It gives me a kind of an elevator feeling. The feeling of not wanting to talk, but since I am here, I can listen to everyone else. I read a book, the da vinci code. The first pages are good. If you wonder why sunday was a 4,5, Stella is the solution.

Physically tired

I am molested after climbing yesterday. My fingers are sad, avoiding cylinder shaped obstacles. Not good when you have to write something by hand. Long live the keyboard. You can even type with your nose! I would not recommend writing with a pen using your nose.

The feeling of not having a job in 1,5 month is beginning to grow in the back of my head, I cannot stand it. Things should settle down now, I am not used to this uncertainty.

A beautiful place to live

I have been lucky enough to live in two of Europe's most beautiful cities, Edinburgh and Vienna. Still, walking around Stavanger gives me a kick. It is a charming town. It is somewhat molested, but there are still very old houses around mirroring the history into our lives. I had a cup of coffee with Småen yesterday, and later on a chat with Jone. I like to be social alone on the sofa looking at the roof, speaking with him. Friendship should be relaxing, a place where people can be alone together.

The E-day

I am amused; the election map is a good example of the stupidity of the common man in USA. The states without the lowest risk of being attacked by terrorists are the states supporting Bush. Washington DC is 90% for Kerry and 9 for Bush... The states on the east and west are typically the more educated states. Four more years... The common man has been projected with a false need for safefy, which according to Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs has to be fulfilled before other needs can be satisfied. GOOD JOB Mr Bush! I am impressed, very impressed.

Yes, we do love the USA. The fatter and the stupider the state is, the more they vote Bush. Let me present some regression analysis from 2000.

Driving into the sunrise

We are lucky, the people in the north. We have the privilege of watching the sunrise at work, and then watching the sunset some hours later before we leave our desk for the day. How many people can enjoy a beautiful red sunrise every single (non-raining) day?

The disabled toilet is another interesting issue. The low mirrors give an outstanding possibility to check whether I have navel fluff today. We are surrounded with a lot of strange things everyone else take for granted. Rise up nation; find out what the stupid solutions can do for YOU!

At the end of the work day

Sitter in on the dock of the bay. At least ebay and other amusing websites. Today is a really boring day at work, there is nothing to do. I have tons of balls in the air, but I have passed them all to other people, waiting them to pass them back to me. Scouts today, will be good.

I actually like mondays

Yesterday night, I slept 15 hours. Today, strangely enough I feel awake. And it is a pretty good feeling. This weekend, I have been helping Jone with Ulstind, went to the hippie home "party" saturday night and spent the sunday sleeping and writing some stuff for the scouts. I am prepared to live another week.

I feel the urge inside me for a place of my own, but I will have to wait. The time will come, and I have to optimise my choices.

Småen discusses the dangers of blogging. I have to say that I am a careful blogger, I hold the most important things in life close to my heart, not on the internet. Still, if people know me, they should be able to read quite a lot about my inner feelings studying the blog and the graphs. Good luck!