escape II

the world has gone mental

i got an email yesterday.
it was feedback on my two latest essays.
i was quite excited.
and the email said my essays are very good.
but... it also said,
that my main problem is that i know too much!
the word 'problem' and 'know too much' should never appear in the same sentence?
(or, you might hear it if you live on sicily, you have been too nosy and you have a gun against your head..)
so, i am 'too knowledgeable', and that is an impediment for me writing better essays!

then i got an email today.
it said that 'the world is eating more than it is producing'.
first i laughed. loud. and then i got lots of funny pictures in my head.
then i started thinking...
not that i am scared of not getting food (ok, i am).
but the fact that people are actually sitting with their statistics,
making such conclusions.
which in turn will make fat, rich people freak out!

finally i did the mistake of listening (yup, listening) to the news on the tv this afternoon.
there, a lawyer managed to use the expression "ethnic nigerian tea".
'my client was not aware that there was marijuana in his "ethnic nigerian tea"', he stated.
can anyone explain the meaning of "ethnic nigerian tea" to me?

is there something fundamentally wrong with the world these days?
or am i the one going mental...?

escape

*from african renaissance to a very handsome little man i met at sognsvann!*

i must admit, its no joke for a farm-girl like me to move to the capital. its not that its big, really, however its red light, green light, aunty tram and uncle subway, stamp tickets here, walk there, get lost in the jungle... shake hands with the development minister, work out with famous norwegians at the gym. mind-expanding lectures... schedules... importance... identity... high heeled women with masks of make up... grønland... kebab... giardia... kaffebrenneriet... busy-busy-busy... and quite lovely!

my lovely friend martine said once, that all she wants is for me to fall in love with oslo. well - martine... many good memories are starting to pile up - i have had some wonderful months here, and my masters is really really great - and i like the sound of the tram, it makes me feel calm :) (when it sighs, not when it screams, mind you). so i guess - just as i start to feel at home, just as i start to love this place.. then i have to pack my bags again... yoh, this life. its quite wonderful in a bitter way!

i just want to share with you some of the moments from "marka" (the forest) a few weekends ago. my friends martine, nicole, christine and I jumped on the subway, and escaped city life with coffee and kvikk lunsj in our bags. lovely!

african renaissance?

hahah - zapiro strikes again!

quote of the day - chissano

this years winner of filthy-rich-mo ibrahim's (very disputed) price for achievement in african leadership, former mozambiquan president joaquim chissano (now also filthy-rich) wins my heart with this quote:

“well, if the west is concerned about china’s human rights record [as a reason to deter increasing trade with africa], then perhaps african countries should reconsider trading with america because of their war in iraq and their torture of prisoners in guantanamo...”

standing applaus, chissano!
at least china is honest about what they are doing!

you can read more about the mo ibrahim price for achievement in african leadership

HERE (english)
and
HER (på norsk)

now u just have to wait for a more critical review of the price,
i'll be back! :*

(unfortunately - even if little charming mo ibrahim was waving this insane amount of money in the face of uncle bob of zimbabwe i doubt it would make him step down and go chill - like old and senile men should do...!)

einsam

einsam. men samstundes full av håp!

ein smak av haust...

ein smak av haust..

lauvi raslar ikring meg..
raudt, gult, oransj..
visj-vosj..
kven veit kva vi har i vente..