Behind the wall

Today I'll share with you one of my favorite artists, and it wont be the last time I'll use her.
Tracy Chapman and her song Behind the wall.
It's an incredibly strong song, although its short nature. It says what needs to be said, and nothing more. It is a clear message, about domestic violence, and our fear to interfere when we know someone we dont know is struggling.

All this time

29 Musical days

Ey. I have an idea, maybe. What about singing myself through the alphabet?

I start with A and pick a song I like that start with A. And find it on youtube and post the link and then you can all listen, and y'all will know my music taste inside out!

Thoughts?

lalalallallalallalallallaaaaaaaa....

(And by 29 I mean I will try to include some Norwegian songs, starting with the Norwegian letters Æ, Ø and Å!)

Words. Don't come easy.

During my time as a research assistant for a Norwegian student in Ghana, we were in an office in some ministry, dont remember if it was Health or Youth...somethingsomething, but anyway, THIS wonderful writing was on the wall.

Just gotta love it. I think I have to make a post about all the lovely things I have found on walls in Ghana.

I dreamt death came the other night
And Heaven's gates swung open wide
With kindly grace, an angel ushered me inside
And there to my astonishment
Stood folks I'd known on Earth
Some I'd labeled and judged
Unfit or of little worth
Indignant words rose to my lips
But never were set free
For every face showed stunned suprise
No one expected me.

blablabla

ok.

I am back to old sins. I'm not blogging.

And I haven't even thought about a new blogging project.

Somebody have some extra blog self dicipline to sell?

While I'm thinking, I'm giving you all the privilige of resting your eyes on the happy couple in front of the Christmas Tree the last day of last year.

Brain freeze

Ok, for those of you who read news about Europe, you might have noticed the cold spell that has been affecting alot of countries. In the UK everything is standing still thanks to some few degrees below zero and some centimetres of snow. But I understand them. They are not used to it.
Just as I am not used to 25 degrees below zero. Cos that have been the temperatures the last week. The whole week we have been inside in the kindergarten, which results in wild kids, who are used to 2-3 hours of fresh air and physical activity every day. They are about 4 days behind on their activity level. Lucky me was the last person at work today, closing at 5. Cos of the extreme cold we have turned off the ventilation system there. Resulting in no oxygen which results in headache. And the wild kids with their paper planes, and energy levels on overload. I am so happy I'm in bed now, in front of my TV. Waiting for the temperature in the room to get over 20 degrees. +.
We live in a crappy apartement, very very badly insulated. That means that cold air streams into the room all the time, while the hot air that I am paying a fortune for coming out of the heaters, get wasted cos of the poor insulated house. The ventilation in the house is also crap, so air doesn't get out unless I open the windows. You cant do that in -25. That results in humidity in the room. The hot air lands on cold flates in the room, like the windows and roof. This results in (or used to result in) dew on the window and small drops of water forming in the roof. BAD cos that causes mould in the end. Anyway, thanks to the cold and the poorly insulated roof and windows, not the dew FREEZES on the windows and in the roof. I actually have small frozen droplets of ice in the roof in the bathroom. And my windows are frozen and I have to defrost them with a hair dryer every day. (If anyone wants to know, our landlord doesnt care, and blames it all on us).
How many times have I written "results" in this post?

I haven't had inspiration for starting to blog again. But I'm open for new suggestions for projects. :-)

I leave you with a picture (very bad one) of the ice on my window.
Have a lovely warm weekend!!

twothousandandten

One advice....

Don't drink and fly.

And don't go home at 4am from a New Year's Party when you are gonna sit in a plane for 5 hours the next day, up and down, up and down, up and down along the loooong coast of Norway in a little propellar plane.

But what a SPLENDID New Year's Eve it was!

Hope ALL your dreams come through this year,

and if they don't, remember it's normal for most of us.

:-)