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    I just wanted to take this opportunity to congratulate my very good friend Ruben with his dissertation. He held a mind buggling lecture, I could not grasp much, after which he was grilled by his opponents for over two hours! With his head held high, with an amazing calm and certainty, and with his tie and suit all in the right place, he pulled through with style and grace! All the way to the end, to the champagne and canapées.  Then followed ofcourse drinks, dinner and naturally enough a late night snowball fight! 

No doubt this man is just at a starting point of becoming something big. I am proud to be his friend!

Lets all give a big round of applause for Dr. Ruben! It is well deserved.

    Those of you who knows me well, also knows my organizing obsessiveness. Seldomly do I take part in activities that are not carefully noted in my ogranizer. I would never go on a trip without writing a list first of everything that should be packed in my bag. Not to mention my extreeme use of post-it notes for a good overview over things. Bottom line, I plan and I organize. I like to know exactely when I have spare time, and you’ll find that my calendar already have things noted for last weekend of June.

So what does one do then, when one can only plan small events whilst life’s great issues remain undecided and out of my control!? I can’t plan my future, .. small future events, yes, but my future prospects I don’t know. When people ask me what I will work with, where my eduacation will take me, I casually answer that education is creating that path and one can’t possibly know where it is taking me before I am at is end. This fact, and casually thrown phrase is however petrifying! Where will I go, what will I be!?!

I think I might be on the verge of an exsistential crisis. However organised I am, however much I keep fooling myself into believing that I am in control, that I am the master of my own life, the fact is I am far from it.

Love remains undefined and out of my hands, I have left it up to someone else. (who this is, I can’t say, I’m just crossing my fingers and hoping that some greater power of some kind will take responsibility for my future wellbeing.) I am in no position to take these kind of lifedetermening descisions on my own.

Meanwhile, I guess I’ll just take one day at the time, trying not to plan the big things by keeping myself occupied with my dayplanner… 

    I’m fascinated by the structure of language. Even though french grammar scares me almost to the point of return to social science, I still can’t help but to be fascinated by the immense complexity of the French language. Norwegian seems so simple and trivial in comparison. So far I have just dipped my toe into the surface of synthax and morfology, but the day when I understand the wholeness of the system will be a very good day…. That day however is far away and will not come unless hard work is put into it. I will use Levy-Strauss as my mentor as I now dip into the deep structures of French.

 Please come save me if I drown.

    I’ve decided it’s time to get out and up form the vacation mode… I’ve been in it so long I forgot what it’s like to use a dayplanner even… I struggled to get out of bed this morning, and it was noon! This can’t be a good sign, and it certainly doesn’t correlate with my new chosen lifestyle of 2007, the healthy and organized kind of lifestyle. (allthough, I know some of you would not put healthy and organized together in the first place…:) ) Anyways, I have all these plans and projects. As always. But together with these plans comes a newfound motivation for actually getting up and doing something constructive, work hard, get things done. These are my goals, and I really want to see them through!

 If I could only drag myself out of bed before the sun has set and it’s too late to do anything but to
watch tv or hang out …

 This is me getting started. If only somebody could come and give me a little push?

    68 days in a row… that’s how long it has been raining! Since October… argh! The darkness, the rain, the wind.. I hope for snow and colder days to come. If not I might just loose it completely. I will fly south with the birds and come back in the summer.

 if I don’t drown before I get that far…. In the paddle outside my house that has now become a gigantic pool of polluted rain. Or in one of the many rivers flowing down the streets of Bergen, forcing me to wear rubber boots..