Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Mai-Evy's second birthday.































Lars, Melissa and Mai-Evy were her over Easter and Mai-Evy's second birthday was on Easter Sunday. So I'll post some pics from their time here. They are moving to the Twin Cities in June and are looking for a place to either house sit or rent. Anyone know of anything?

Sunday, April 3, 2011

The revenge of the lamp post!

Having a young energetic dog goes a long way towards keeping me from being a slug. My late evening walks with Trygve usually take me through the streets of downtown Mpls. We were walking down 8th street the other night when Trygve sidled up to a lamp post. Then he yelped and leaped back with a very surprised look on his face. Apparently he'd received an electric shock from the lamp post. Fortunately it didn't cause any neurosis.

Recent Books.

Sarah's Key by Tatania de Rosnay was our last book club selection. Her writing was exceptional and the device in the early part of having chapters in alternating voices helped to ameliorate the difficulty of reading the description of the Holocaust. I'd put this near the top of the books I've read. My Norwegian friend, Berger, gave me The Half Brother by Lars Saabye Christensen when he was here last fall. 764 pages long it is aptly described by a blurb on the cover by the INDEPENDENT, "Bruising and brilliant...This is a great river of a book...Magnificent...Unique." In the book the protagonist's grandmother worked at the telephone exchange and then says this about cell phones, "And later the Exchange itself was shut down as there was one great explosion of verbal diarrhoea n the 1990s; the whole industry was privatized and thrown to the four winds. It was impossible to get away from cordless conversation-the most intimate of things were shouted out as restaurant tables, secrets were spilled in supermarket queues and at bus stops. You were forced to listen to other people's arguments, threats and billing and cooing-in short society became one big bedroom where everyone talked to everyone else but mostly to themselves, and no one had anything to say." p. 593 My sentiments exactly!