Suicidal ...

... to walk in Oslo just before 9 am. Usually I am not doing that because a day started at that time is lost for me but from time to time I have to because there are meetings and there is no choice. Anyway I tried to use a pedestrian crossing and even if one car going in one direction was stopping(which maybe happens every 50 cars) then the one going into the other direction is just passing through and almost running over your feet not even paying attention that you are crossing.
And: I checked both directions but they are driving so fast that this doesn't help. So it is either not crossing at all or taking the risk of being run over.
I start to wonder why they are so impatient here - they have this nice peaceful country with so much nature and even Oslo cannot be called big ciry and still they cannot even wait for a few seconds for somebody to cross the street? And that is not only during the rush hour in the morning - no at anytime. The longer I live here the less I understand the people.

Rofl

Maybe I should play the bass myself ;)

Whenever you see a band live, you probably feel a powerful connection with that one musician who's over to the side of the stage, not saying much. You'd never want the high-profile hassle of dating a singer or lead guitarist, so you'll be much happier with a calm, down-to-earth bassist. The stereotypical bassist is less attention crazed than his/her bandmates, but he/she still knows how to rock out. Bassists like their music loud, but on a personal level, they tend to be kind of quiet and mellow. Bass players are proof that dating a rock star doesn’t have to be about crowded after-parties… it can be about chilling out and listening to music together with headphones built for two.

I would have expected...

... the middle of the night but that is also quite true.



The afternoon rocks!!!

You are the moment when the last bell rings and school lets out for the day. You are resistant to schedules and obligations, so you love feeling like you're in control of your life again. You are the very moment when the second hand hits the 12, and the halls fill with noise and motion. Even if your after-school time is packed with activities, lessons, or a job, somehow, you just feel freer in the late afternoon than you do earlier in the day. Maybe it's all that blue sky and afternoon sunshine? Nah -- even on rainy days, 3:15 is always a beautiful time.

Maybe it was not a good idea...

... to plan a huge birthday party but on the other hand it will probably be great and I really felt like giving a party myself since I was always invited but my room in the student dorm was not really big enough for a decent party. It will just be a lot of work because I invited my whole institute and including partners I expect easily up to 30 people. I also want to provide food for all of them so we will see how this works out - especially since I have a meeting on thurday and friday. I guess I just have to be very organized and after thursday (when I have to give a short presentation) the main work of the week is done, so I can concentrate on the party ;)
Hopefully then you will see some pictures. Still have some skiing pictures somewhere. Maybe I should upload them.

Left stranded

Tomorrow, they will do some repair on the water tubes and shut off the water from 8 to 12. This puts me in a very critical position because it either means to get up before (which will result in a lost day for me since I cannot work before 12 am *g*) or getting up after 12 although I would doubt that they will be done at 12 sharp (kind of having in mind the Norwegian work attitude). Anyway 12 will also be too late since I really have to finish some work for a presentation on Thursday so I decided to fill a few pots and bowls with water which should get me through the morning with some tea and the shower will be shifted to the evening ;).

Annoying or the Sisyphus feeling ...

... these hundreds of postmaster and mailer daemon mails I get every day saying that some mails I obviously didn't send could not be delivered. I thought this catastrophic spam chapter was over but it seems not - at least if you expect your e-mail account to be for free. So every day I have the additional job of sending a few hundreds of mails to the spam folder - not that I really think that this will help but I always wanted to feel like Sisyphus. And for those of you who are too young to still have had Greek mythology in school (that is mean I know) here you can find something about that guy.

Bookshelf

She and he already gave an insight into some boring and interesting books surrounding them so I decided to also join: take the nearest book with more than 123 pages, open it on page 123, find the fith sentence and post the next 3 sentences.
Well ;)
Det lød fint selv om det egentlig kom fra nederlansk og betydde 'liten mann'. Petter hadde fortalt henne det. Slik han hadde fortalt henne det meste han mente hun burde vite.

Jo Nesbø - Marekors
Not that I really read that since I do too much reading at work, I hardly read at home.