Voting

I just voted on the kommune og fylkes election: something like local and regional election, and it was quite hard to make up my mind. In the end I voted Venstre that is supposed to be a liberal party, with special focus on enviroment, I think that building anything more in Drøbak is not a good idea at the moment.

What I did do is give personal votes to all the youngest members, in the hope that the power structure in the party gets shaken up a little, that is always healthy.

Also today I was a bit of a vulture and went to the bookstore in the town centre and bought stuff, as they are closing and have 50% off. Christmas presents are in ticked off for 4 persons and another birthday gift for the future too. ;)

Sand in my head

I read Wise Man's Fear in one go. During the night. So now I have a hangover. My head in sand, my mouth is dry and my body is complaining.

new books

I have ordered books from Amazon...And it takes sooooo looooooong for them to arrive. At least until the 20th! I do not have this problem with either xmas or my birthday, I seem to be perfectly able to wait with a plesant butterfly in my stomach. But waiting for a parcel? I seem to remember suffering the same feeling of slowed time when I was young and innocent and unworldly and waiting a week for the next episode of Pride and Prejudice and Mr Darcy to be aired at NRK. Sight.

Tick.

Tick.


This week is going to be eternal.

Darn.

I was going to put up all this lovely books I have read in xmas, as I made a teensy trip to Waterstones in Birmingham and came out with all these little treasures. One about medieval times in England, another about the governessing through the times, the graveyard book by Neil Gaiman, and one called the morville hours and another one. But I started PACKING today and the bookshelves are the first to go into boxes, and so until I pick them out again I am without precise titles and authors names.

And We have bought a KITCHEN! And there is electricity in the new flat, and we have bought painting...

Thank you Postman-person

It came, and I spent a happy evening reading it. Twice. It is not my favourite discworld book but I will read it lots of times more.

Dear Mr/Mrs Postman/woman. Eh. Postperson?

Please can you bring me my book to day? Please? I really really want to go back to Ankh Morpork, I might even have a sausage inna bun. (mostly pig) So please Mr Postman?

Litterature

I have just finished The elegance of the hedgehog, and my brain is full of words about beauty and tea-ceremonies and old Paris turn-of-the-century buildings.. Far better than bio estadistics I must say. The book is enthusiasticly recommended! Not so with the monk-ferrari book. It has stuff in it, helpfull stuff, and the fable of the lighttower and the sumo warrior is visual and simple, but the actual story, the conversation between the monk and his diciple makes me shudder and cringe. It is awful, stilted and childish. So there.

Summer passed by in a second, in between working, studying and going on a twoo week holiday to the north. Beautiful. It is an area for thinking and sitting by the seasite listening to the waves and the seagulls and there is sun 24 hrs, that sort of feeds the mind and body..

Selma Lagerlof

I am reading Gösta Berlings saga and it is interesting. First of all it is so different in language from what I usually (re)read. It is poetic without going overboard, much because it is written as storietelling, talking to the reader like a grandmother sitting in the kitchen telling tales. Not sure if have much more to say though. I always hated analyzing books, thinking about it gives me the shivers.
Anyway, the book is divided in short tales, that continues where the other ended. I like that. And the stories are about humans and their silliness and cruelty and fears and beauty and strengths and weakness...All set in the Swedish countryside. I am imagening the landscape from the Emil series of Astrid Lindgren, but it might not be entirely accurate.

Inner peace

I was recommended Eat Pray Love by a friend and I read it last night and of course now I am all yoga-meditation-inner love-discipline...Pequeño saltamonte..

It is about a writer (herself) who after a nasty divorce go on a pilgrimage to "find herself". First to Rome to eat pasta and icecream, then to India to eat veggies and meditate in a retreat, before she heads for Bali to find love.

It is a light and funny read even though she is a frecuent user of the word God and other spirituality things. In my eyes that is an achievment. She also doesn´t go all "this is The Truth". So I liked it. Not earthshaking, but I passed a good time.