Déjà vu

This last week gave me a small glimpse of a life I used to live. A small window opened up to a past where pairs was the rule. And soloists wheren't singing in those choires.
-A life were you can find yourself involved in a discussion where it can actually be a theme how one can clean his wardrobes best and where you are expected to show great interest in said topic.

A straightforward - no bullshittin' - friend of mine involved explained it as a pain in the ass and he hated spending time with people he didn't share any interests at all with.
Luckily for me we share the interests of diving, climbing, weightlifting, wintersports, summersports, underwatersports :)

Unfortunately for me, I can't say I loathe the pair-living that much.
I actually do miss it from time to time. At least the pair-thing, the pairs-things can indeed be slightly too much.

[Editors note: just had to post this post I started up writing to be able to get to new posts. Don't wanna leave any open ends in my Post-listing]

I love the smell of baby in the morning.

Fredrik Strage starts up a column by taking a starting point in two famous movie quotes in today's DN. (Paper format one slightly different from web version)

I love the smell of napalm in the morning

Robert Duvall in Apocalypse now

Nobody puts baby in the corner

Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing

And goes on to discuss gender differencies based on that. How you would never hear a girl quote that line from DD but they still carry it in their hearts. Their hope to be rescued away from their safety and day-to-day boredom by a hunk with strong arms.

Yupp, those arms seems strong enough

And how on the other hand you'll hear every man alive - at least every stereotype heteronormative man - toss the Apocalypse Now-quote in whatever context possible:

The meat is getting burned on the bbq honey
Don't worry sweetheart - I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

Or while at the gas station, gasoline fumes dense as a fog:

Ah, I love the smell of napalm in the morning

And well ... I would place myself somewhere in between, I love the smell of you in the morning. I love the subtle smell of a girl I on the bus' perfume. I long for a neck to hang on to and pick a trail of flowers left there, be it Kenzo's or a rosescented shower gel. Let me wake up by your side, but if you go please leave a fragrant trace on my pillow as you rush off.

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This is also when I feel the most abroad, when reading Swedish papers like DN. I get in to the discussion and can relate to it. Like Zarembas discussion on the Lärarhögskolan and how everyone that can will go and report the school for violation of his or her's rights.

I have given it a try on reading Aftenposten, Dagens Næringsliv and other magazines back home in Oslo but I don't get drawn in to them that easily. Leaving the hotel after a good long breakfast with an hour's read in for instance DN or SvD. leaves me revitalized and ready to face a new day with endless possibilities.

Perhaps I haven't tried hard enough, but I have been subscribing to Aftenposten and peak in to Dagens Næringsliv as often as I can. But there are still too many unfamiliar faces and too many themes I can't get a feel for.

I haven't been bred in a society where discussions are about the Oil Fund and the "problem" that the government never seem to use it as much as people wish. I am born and raised in a Sweden with debths over their ears where media yearly lists how much the National Debth is on each and every one of us etc. (120 000 at the end of 2006)

-Is this even a problem? Well perhaps not, I don't see myself n o t beeing able to find and date a Norwegian girl over this. But I feel that I participate slightly less in discussions, I care slightly less about Stoltenberg and miss Halvorsen but I do know what I feel about Sahlin and Reinfeldt.
I suppose it will get better over time, I will assimilate and slide in to my new home. I am definately not fighting it. Kvikklunsj-eating langrenning Norwegian as I have become.

Dreaming of Strawberries

March has come upon us, and Easter is lurking just around the corner. Sms-ual reports tell me that the Swedish west coast has seen its first moped drivers ride around without a helmet. If that ain't a sign that spring is here I don't know what!
...and all I wanna do is "talk tonight, until the morning light". But since that isn't the case I will instead get off for a few hours of sleep before I am airborne and off for a Växjö job trip.

Whenever I'm alone with you
-You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
-You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
-You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
-You make me feel like I am fun again

The Cure

I hope you know you really do.

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And to once more refer to Oasis' song Talk Tonight:

...all my dreams are made of strawberry lemonade

Ah fuck it. These posts don't really add anything new. I will wait with posting until something new can be given. Something worth discussing, like Socialstyrelsens "Zero-vision" on suicides or how rewarding it can be to set out on a 100 km-trek with a dear friend with no other contact with the world than the random smoke signals our our camping stove will emit . But that ain't topics to be rushed through, and the first one ain't to be touched until Camus' myth of Sisyphus has been read through and the second one will have to wait until after Easter.

Stay tuned.

/Peace