Trying to figure out categories and tags in WordPress. I think I’m getting there: Few categories, lots and lots of tags. (Also, this post is an “aside”.)
Here’s a follow-up to my last two posts: The Indians visiting here noted that Norwegians didn’t stay long at the office, leaving to go home to dinner with their families, and that on the weekends, the whole family did things together.
The right-wing government insists that Norway wants shopping malls to be open on Sundays. We don’t. That’s one big reason why the left won so many counties and cities. Because parliament said they’d leave the decision up to the counties and cities. Heh. Continue reading Closed on Sundays
When I first moved to Norway in 1969, politics here were so left-leaning that they were approaching extremism. Yesterday, in local elections, the Norwegian Labor party (Arbeiderpartiet) once again became Norway’s most powerful party, and had its biggest win in Bergen since 1967. A fact that makes me happy now, but which was my bane as a child. What’s changed? Continue reading Liberal after forty
As an American, I sometimes get asked what I think about some happening in the US that has made the news in Norway. What it is about Americans and guns? Or all the whining about increased gas prices? These questions are fairly general and therefore comfortable. Being questioned and criticized as if I was directly responsible for whatever unpopular man got into the White House, was and is not comfortable.
Continue reading When your co-worker’s country is in the news
So I got my own domain something like four years ago, and the stuff I have here is still in limbo.
It’s like moving house: Taking everything I have in the old home, and trying to make it fit and function in the new one. Some things look fine, some don’t fit, some have no purpose in the new place. And some things end up in new configurations that bring new joy and discovery.
I never tire of taking ferries. A break in the driving, and a chance to get some fresh sea air.
Somewhere along the bus ride to southern Norway.
Prologue: On the way home from a midnight birdwatching session, I saw two tawny owls. First one by the side of road, and another atop a lamp post. Beautiful birds, calmly staring back at me.
The myth is that old dogs can’t learn new tricks. The truth is, we can, but we might need a bit more coaxing. And coffee.
I can see a change in the silhouette of the birch tree in front of my building. The naked branches have filled in with small, oblong flowers that look nothing like a blossom but that herald the renewal of life—and allergies for those so stricken. Winter has surrendered to Spring, Nature’s New Year.
I wanted to say something smart and deep and wonderful at the start of the year on this new blog location. The closest I came was a line from a John Lennon song, sung by a co-worker at Christmas: “Happy Xmas (War Is Over)”. I heard the line “without any fear”, and that pretty much summed up 2014 for me. I had spent last year trying to get rid of fear. The fear in my thinking, in my heart, in my knee-jerk reactions.
I have used ho’oponopono mostly, and some ideas from “A Course in Miracles” (ACIM). Continue reading Surrendering
(Trying to automate posting this photo led me into the land of IFTTT. I still don’t have automation, but I’ve acquired a new password to herd.)