Thursday, August 26, 2010

Reflection on time


What days are the same? How days are the same.. How strange the flow of time?.Time lost all sense of duration, distance and scope for now. I don’t see difference between week and weekend, week and month, month and year. All in one never-ending roll of daylight (which is easy to shut out) and nighttimes (which is difficult to ignore). When did time start floating by unrecognised? Since when have weeks gone into months and uneventfully parked behind each other forming something supposedly called a year in life of me? What happened to make me so oblivious to the fact I am to cherish each day? Spite?
I seem to run after myself most of the time. Unable to catch up and probably to bone idol to make the effort it takes to get in line for own life. Takes to much effort and attention. Can be very concerned about wellbeing of other’s lives.. but own is not of much importance as long as up and running. Trying to make the weeks longer only seem to shorten them].
Could time be sold it would have the highest price. It would be the most sought after commodity in the world. It would be stored in vaults by people who could afford to buy more than they could consume, just like any other luxury item.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Is Norway really the dog's bullocks?


Home again. First and foremost let me clarifythat I love my family and I love going back to see them. And yes.. the nature is nice (then again Switzerland is hardly hard-featured.. nor is Ireland, or Finland, or Austria) and the uhm.. the .. fish is plentiful. My issue with Norway and Norwegians become apparant as soon as I set foot here. The Norwegians, you see, like to believe we are the epicenter of the universe. It's in our DNA that anything "you" do (you being rest of world) we can do better.
The moral superior calibre of the Norwegian folk is not to be underestimated.
Conspicous by absence in the international political scene we somehow have managed to maintain our egg-cosy microcosmos untouched by EU/ World interferance.
And we have the most arrogant misapprehention that our way is the best way and look with furrowed brows at any innovation or new thing one tries to present to us.
Stiff-necked and proud we believe everything from our salty dry cured ham ( I will eat Serrano, but please please save me from the venomous "spekeskinke") to our strawberries are simply the epiphamy of excellence... It's sickening! And I am happy to say I am an expat Norwegian.