Today for a few hours the three sweetest words in the English language were “End Speed Zone.” I drove the Elise on the open road for the first time today. After an hour I was hot, sweaty, acutely aware that the car had not been designed for someone with Rubenesque hips, and had to pee. I didn’t want to stop; I was having too much fun.
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Higher Ground
This I can see from my apartment window: 6847 20 minutes of huffing and puffing later I could see all the way to the North Sea: 6839 6843 up the harbor to the bridge to Eigeroy: 6831 And town (with thumb). This is the harbor where I live. 6851
I won an award for my fjords
6773 It’s really prettier here in this corner of Norway than the pictures do justice. That may be true of all of Norway, but I’m trying to acknowledge that Norway is half again as big as my home state. Someone who has only been to Cannon Beach might be surprised by Gresham, no? My favorite scenery in the US is comprised of areas with wide vistas: Death Valley, the San Juan Mountains, the Grand...
Random things about Norway
The light switches are right side up Unlike the British, the Norwegians trust me with a hairdryer in the bathroom They don’t concern themselves with Ground Fault Circuit Interrupters Gas appears to cost $10/gallon The North Sea oil platform, Ecofisk, has its own weather forecast on the local news Yes, it’s a bit electrically minded. This is the price you pay for reading the blog of two electrical engineers.
17 May
May 17 is Constitution Day in Norway. It’s the essential National day holiday, like our 4th of July. One of my co-workers and his wife kindly asked me to join them to watch a parade and have lunch on the water. The day starts at 7 am with explosions. Fortunately people at work had warned me about them! Apparently it used to be traditional to fire canons, but not they just use dynamite. There...
Gamalost – Page Two!
Friday at work, I casually mentioned to a group of Norwegian colleagues that I’d tried a new Norwegian food called Gamalost. After they stopped laughing, which took a while, they told me two important things: Gamalost means “Old Cheese” “It’s special, it’s for special people” Further inquiry (again, resulting in laughter) revealed that the people in their 50′s remember their parents eating this. Gamalost seems to have lost a few generations. Memo to Gamalost...