The Susanne

I am pack­ing up my entire life in order to move to a flat all of my own. The flat is down­town, and it’s not large but larger than what I’d be able to get up here and truth­fully I’m very excited at the pro­spect of living all on my own. Out­side, the mid­sum­mer night is dark with black thun­der­clouds but then the occa­sional bright flash of light­ning occurs, seem­ingly to remind me that every cloud has either a silver lining or if not at least some stored up elec­tri­city which will spill out at one point or another. Also, the huge tree in Holmestrandgata is releas­ing fluffy white cot­tony bits of pollen which makes the world look like it’s snow­ing. And I’m think­ing that this is really a quite lovely even­ing for saying good­bye to my dear Bjølsen which I’ve grown to love over the past four years. In less than a week I’ll have moved on. It’s the end of an era.

Yey!

…not yey:

(to my great dismay the damned song keeps for­cing its way into my pres­ence. Every­one saying ‘it’ll be an instant hit!’ obvi­ously really means ‘we’ll play it every­where until you lose your mind and actu­ally believe you like it’)

I’m sorry Lena, no offence to you (or actu­ally, that’s a blatant lie) but I’m going to have to emig­rate to Canada now that my coun­try­men and -women con­trib­uted 12 points to your vic­tory. I didn’t hate your song, I just kind of did.

A few snap­shots taken with my mobile in the last few weeks. Noth­ing more to report – all clear on the west­ern front.

National lib­rary, where I’ll be spend­ing  loads and loads of time from now on

17th May, or Norway Day if you like

Slott­s­parken, the royal gar­dens, walk­ing from work

And finally, the pear trees at Bjølsen are finally in bloom!

One of my very first really amaz­ing inter­net exper­i­ences was the Hamp­ster dance ca. 1999. The ori­ginal site has since been cor­rup­ted by cor­por­ate greed, but brows­ing the wiki­pe­dia art­icle on it I found a men­tion of this page where the amaz­ing hamp­ster dance is pre­served in its ori­ginal form. I am over­come with joy and joyness.

The Hamp­ster Dance

These were taken 1st June 2009. I was look­ing through old photos on my com­puter and found these from when I’d just bought my Pentax – this was our first date together. I long for summer and I long to put some of the things that are weigh­ing me down and stress­ing me out, behind me. I’m going to go to sleep now and I’m cross­ing my fin­gers that I’ll wake up to clear blue skies and no more cold.

Staying inside with a cup of hot minty tea and my paper on Sense and Sens­ib­il­ity suits me just fine on such a day as this…