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Spring in Oslo at last! I was supposed to stay in and read today, but I couldn't make myself in the end. So I went out to meet Ingebjørg, bought an ill-adviced pair of shorts, had lunch and Oslo's best Gelato at La Dolce Vita. I got off a few stops early on the way home, and walked through Grünerløkka. I had to beg a man to let me join him at the table to get somewhere to sit, but I managed to have a coffee in the sun. If only I could have Pimm's in London, as well. Or celebrate the 17th of May in Rome – perhaps I will. If we can find an affordable hotel, and I work and read like my life depends on it the next weeks.
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For some reason I've not gotten any notification e-mails from LJ lately, so I'm sorry if I've not responded to anything important!

Kristine and I left the books to their own devices today; we walked through town, had coffee and pastries by the harbour, had more coffee, and were dead on our feet at four. Oslo is lovely in spring, the parks are full of the first flowers and people crowd together around disposable grills. I always wonder where all these people hide through winter. In January and February the streets are almost deserted, and when the sun returns the sidewalk cafés are full. Perhaps they hibernate?

One of our collective rituals as a people is 'utepils', it translates directly into 'outside beer'. It involves finding a sidewalk café and drinking beer. It's only done in the sun, and everyone posts pictures of their first 'utepils' of the season on Facebook. The earlier the better, particularly at lunch on a Friday, and everyone else comments their envy. I can't stand beer, but I drink wine and eat seafood instead.

When we were walking towards Karl Johan after lunch, some boy took a picture of us. He stood ahead of us, pointed his phone at us and quite obviously took a picture. He didn't even have the manners to look apologetic when we caught him, he just raised an eyebrow and grinned. We must have made an impressive picture, walking arm-in-arm in the sun. (That was ironic. We looked very ordinary.)

At four, we found Fiskeriet and had moules frites. We perched on bar stools around a tiny table, with two large plates between us. And we had sun! I love irresponsible Saturdays that do not involve books.


Food behind the cut )
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Sighted: a bare, dry spot of pavement. Result: utter joy. I took a ridiculous picture of it, and me, will post tomorrow. Some dude driving past looked quizzical, can't imagine why. I'm taking the evening off and starting A Storm of Swords, fun, un-demanding epic fantasy. Haven't really touched any fantasy since I read Feast.

The Brother is calling a customer service line, at 26,- per minute. 260/10 minutes. Wtf?
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Sighted: a bare, dry spot of pavement. Result: utter joy. I took a ridiculous picture of it, and me, will post tomorrow. Some dude driving past looked quizzical, can't imagine why. I'm taking the evening off and starting A Storm of Swords, fun, un-demanding epic fantasy. Haven't really touched any fantasy since I read Feast.

The Brother is calling a customer service line, at 26,- per minute. 260/10 minutes. Wtf?
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My favourite season is autumn, for the drama of winds and colours, but right now I do so appreciate spring. And while we sorely long for it, there are certain tell-tale signs: I can feel the sun on my skin again; It does not only bathe everything in a peculiar, cold light, but warms. Tiny spots of dry asphalt are appearing downtown.

Just to spite us, we had another 30-40 centimetres of snow over the past few days. Quite the snowstorm, and now it's -20 (celcius). I think I'll just hibernate in front of the fireplace, with red wine and a narratology textbook until the winter decides it is quite through with us.

And as for savouring Point Omega? Don't bother. I suspect there was an interesting, well-written, thought-provoking novel somewhere in there, but it is not this.
nirinia: (Default)
My favourite season is autumn, for the drama of winds and colours, but right now I do so appreciate spring. And while we sorely long for it, there are certain tell-tale signs: I can feel the sun on my skin again; It does not only bathe everything in a peculiar, cold light, but warms. Tiny spots of dry asphalt are appearing downtown.

Just to spite us, we had another 30-40 centimetres of snow over the past few days. Quite the snowstorm, and now it's -20 (celcius). I think I'll just hibernate in front of the fireplace, with red wine and a narratology textbook until the winter decides it is quite through with us.

And as for savouring Point Omega? Don't bother. I suspect there was an interesting, well-written, thought-provoking novel somewhere in there, but it is not this.

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