Airport

Couldn't resist the temptation. I came across a Sidewalk Express and gladly paid 2 euro to connect to the online world. This won't be happening much later on though, this is just killing time waiting for the rest of the bunch to show up. Have a nice week, and I'll se you soon.

By the way: Thanks Toril for driving me home...

Sea And Sardinia

How I love when everything makes sense, even though it might be a temporary illusion. I'll enjoy it while it lasts. Tomorrow I'll be going away for a week, 'cause I have a fantastic mother who decided to treat her children with a holiday. Her children are now almost grown up at 40, 45 and 50, but we're doing our very best to stay young in mind. I think we're quite successful at that as well. Anyway, we're going to Sardinia, and I thought I'd post to the blog just once more before I'll leave.

As usual I have some ideas, or some sort of inspiration, on how and what about to write, but nothing is ever set from the beginning. Strange things and coincidenses happen all time, and are fantastic sources for my ponderings. This day has given me a few already, but the clue is to connect them all; ideas, thoughts, everyday events and peculiar incidents. If I'm able to do that, and moreover, put it in writing, I get this tremendous good feeling - ah, it fits!

So, searching the web for a suitable picture to accompany my Sardiniapost I came across this one, ready with the quote and everything:



It turns out D.H. Lawrence and his wife spent a week or so on Sardinia, and he then wrote a travelbook - Sea and Sardinia. The quote from this book hit me like a sudden wind, whirling up some forgotten desires. Liked that. "...Strong and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many years of complete forgetfulness..." Yeah, really liked that.

Lost myself there for a moment, almost forgot what I was about to do here, and so there won't be a smart and effective closure to this post as I intended. Sardinia next! A week of relaxation, and expectations, nice food and wine, and long walks and talks in warm evenings. And let there be music; if nothing else, always the music.

The Good Citizen

When you're living in a society together, at least you should try your best to get along with other people. That's kind of basic, you do your bit, and everything works fine. And then, if you would want to extend your contributions you could engage yourself in those less fortunate, giving your time and money to help out.

Me? Am I doing anything? Well, I have for a few years now been doing some volunteer work as a support person, or milieu practitioner, for boys with minor behavior problems. Quite an inspiring job, though lousy paid. (Volunteer, duh!) I'm more than willing to share my insight and wisdom to help them finding their path through life; and it's so rewarding when I know I made a difference, making them realize something important about themselves. However, it's utterly frustrating watching them doing the same mistakes over and over again. You would think that they should have learned by the time they turned 45.

Priceless?

Do you have any idea how much it'll cost to have a charming man running down the street after you, calling your name? Mentioned it before, but again, I was caught speeding last week, and yesterday I got a letter from the polic-department where they kindly asked me to send a copy of my license, if I had one, otherwise they would pursue criminal proceedings against me. I knew it wasn't as alarming as it sounded, I was quite sure my Swedish license would do just fine. I was simply not in their records, that's all.

Anyways, instead of paying for a papercopy at the library, I thought I'd rather pay the Police Headquarters a visit in person. Behind the counter I found two nice officers, nothing but forthcoming and helpful, and I explained the matter to them. They got my license, copied it and told me they would pass it forward to the right place. Already when I left the building I thought about how charming they'd been and almost thought it was worth the speeding ticket. Suddenly I heard someone call my name, I turned around, and there came one of the officers running towards me. Was he going to arrest me? Tell me what a naughty girl I've been? Maybe handcuff me, take me into the interrogation room, and play bad cop for the rest of the day...

No, wait, that must be someone elses fantasy, I would have settled for a dinnerinvitation. But no, he only had a trivial question about some figures on my Swedish license. I explained and continued my walk to the University. Was this little flirt really worth 2900,- Norwegian Kronor? i.e. 446,57 Us dollars, or 235,14 British pounds, or 51 858,87 Japaneese yen, or 22 498,06 Philippine pesos, or 96 281,54 Hungarian forints, or...

Diversion

Last night I finished, if not exactly to my satisfaction, my latest project, and it will hopefully work sufficiently until I have more time to look at it. Last year during the webdesign-course here at the university I made a website for a friend of mine. As gallery owners and alikes constantly asks for his webadress, we thought it was about time to get his own domain. Fancy indeed, and I feel a strong pressure to fulfill the expactations. As long as this was sort of a studentproject, I could hide beneath that, but from now on there's just me. A disclaimer maybe, on the site itself?

Now I have to dash, got business to do at the policestation. I didn't loose my license, and accordingly to their records I don't even have one. I do, but it's Swedish, and it has worked perfectly fine for all these years. Better go down and show it to them...

And maybe a quick coffe, Toril, while I'm downtown?