I belong to the generation that followed the boomers. No, not Generation X. That other generation. The small one that is considered boomer but really isn’t. We’re just the tail at best. We aren’t the ones that rebelled. As my high school history teacher said: We’re the nothing-happened generation.
I remember strikes used to terrify me. I was so brain-washed by the American view of unions that I quit mine here in Norway once in a panic. I rejoined quickly and have a gold pin for 25 years’ membership and first-hand knowledge of what it’s like to be on a proper strike.
I read about this very bright object being shot up into orbit around Earth earlier this year, just to twinkle in natural sunlight as an artificial star for a few months. And I noted that it would be visible from Norway on April 24-25 2018.
I don’t often post about politics. Mainly, it’s because I don’t have the intellectual capacity to understand and engage. I therefore understand those who vote with their gut, because I do, too. But I do get impressions from the world around me and right now, it looks like it is reenacting “Animal Farm”. Continue reading
Yesterday’s post about a badly behaving co-worker, reminds me of another time a male co-worker behaved badly. In that second incident, a good man made a mistake.
I did go to HR this time. I felt he needed to know that he had been terrifying.
I always joke about how I don’t make threats; I warn. That’s because I don’t believe in idle threats. I think if you threaten somebody, you should also mean to carry the threat out. So I may as well warn.
It’s a bit weird to write the above, because I’m a relatively harmless person. But let me give you my own little contribution to #metoo and the time when I had to issue a threat-warning. Continue reading
We’ve had one of the wettest and coolest summers ever in Bergen in Norway this year—rainy enough to have us wondering if we will break a record. Continue reading
This morning I doddle at home so I can catch the latest news at 7:30 AM. I learn that Pennsylvania has ensured Trump’s win. To my own surprise, I burst into tears. I repair my make-up and go to work. There, I discover I am the office political commentator, being the only American here. “What happened? How could America vote for Trump???” they want to know. “We can’t understand it. It’s inexplicable,” they say. And I reply, “No, it’s explicable.”
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
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