På sushirestauranten jeg var i går hadde de en oversettelse i menyen som bare skrek etter å kommenteres..
Crabsticks = Krabbepinne
Hva er en krabbepinne?? Jeg ser mer for meg en slags tusenbenaktig ting åle seg bortover enn, hm, hva er nå det norske ordet for crabsticks..? Åh, jo - selvfølgelig - crabsticks!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Miss Clumsy
I have moved into my new appartment in Oslo, and I think it is going to be great living there. There is only one little unfortunate detail, that I got quite familiar with already the first afternoon. Numerous times. And it makes me feel like the famous butler in "Dinner for One" (Grevinnen og Hovmesteren), the comedy sketch boradcasted on Norwegian TV every year the day before Christmas, and in all other countries on New Year's Eve. No, I have not in a moment of interior-decorating (mis)inspiration puchased a tiger skin with a tiger head to decorate my new place. Neither did I need any of the amounts of alcohol that makes James trip every time he passes it.
My problem is the doorway out from the bathroom. It looks like there is just a step down to the floor in the hallway, but there really is a plank there - and I manage to hit my toes into it every single time... Resulting in numerous dances and creative swearwords while jumping around in the hallway. Except the one time when I, just like butler James, remembered the hindrance, and lifted my feet 30 cm higher than necessary. It didn't help, though, the next time I hit my toe so hard I thought I broke it. It is still blue, but doesn't hurt so much any more. More importantly, I think it taught me the lesson!
My problem is the doorway out from the bathroom. It looks like there is just a step down to the floor in the hallway, but there really is a plank there - and I manage to hit my toes into it every single time... Resulting in numerous dances and creative swearwords while jumping around in the hallway. Except the one time when I, just like butler James, remembered the hindrance, and lifted my feet 30 cm higher than necessary. It didn't help, though, the next time I hit my toe so hard I thought I broke it. It is still blue, but doesn't hurt so much any more. More importantly, I think it taught me the lesson!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
New Year, New Possibilities?
So now we write 2008. A new year, full of new possibilites..
But I don't think I have ever started a year having so little clue about what it's going to be like. Not that I have previously had any psychic abilities that were magically lost, but at least I have had some studies to go back to. This time I don't. 2008 is the year for new beginnings. Tabula raza. It is the year when I am no longer a student, and my working life begins. That means, it's time to finally decide on something that I have been thinking about for at least 10 years (without getting much wiser): what I want to be when I grow up! I have never been a fan of planning toooo far ahead, but rather a strong believer in exiting possibilities turning up along the way, taking me in new, but interesting directions. So far, I haven't quite figured out what my next direction will be. But I guess there is no reason to panic. The thought has always been to find out what to become when I grow up. And I feel far from grown up yet ;)
Yet not knowing anything about anything is both good and scary. At the moment, it feels mostly scary. But I have made a start, and made one rather important decision: I am going to live in Oslo, and I have found a cute, little appartment to rent. So now at least I can snuggle up with the IKEA catalogue, thinking of ways to decorate my new little "krypinn". So, place to live can now be crossed off my list! And I'm crossing my fingers that the rest will fall into place pretty soon.
So, cheers for new beginnings.
Cheers for a new year.
I hope it is going to be a great one!
But I don't think I have ever started a year having so little clue about what it's going to be like. Not that I have previously had any psychic abilities that were magically lost, but at least I have had some studies to go back to. This time I don't. 2008 is the year for new beginnings. Tabula raza. It is the year when I am no longer a student, and my working life begins. That means, it's time to finally decide on something that I have been thinking about for at least 10 years (without getting much wiser): what I want to be when I grow up! I have never been a fan of planning toooo far ahead, but rather a strong believer in exiting possibilities turning up along the way, taking me in new, but interesting directions. So far, I haven't quite figured out what my next direction will be. But I guess there is no reason to panic. The thought has always been to find out what to become when I grow up. And I feel far from grown up yet ;)
Yet not knowing anything about anything is both good and scary. At the moment, it feels mostly scary. But I have made a start, and made one rather important decision: I am going to live in Oslo, and I have found a cute, little appartment to rent. So now at least I can snuggle up with the IKEA catalogue, thinking of ways to decorate my new little "krypinn". So, place to live can now be crossed off my list! And I'm crossing my fingers that the rest will fall into place pretty soon.
So, cheers for new beginnings.
Cheers for a new year.
I hope it is going to be a great one!
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