Divine inspiration

I’m not sold on divine inspiration. The inspiration that comes to your desk as you sit there, rocking back and forth, banging your forehead on the keyboard, cramming blood out of stone; that’s surely not it. “Divine inspiration is the concept of a supernatural force (…) causing a person (…) to experience a creative desire”…

Update Eighteen

January. On the horizon I see the dawning of a year where I get to do stuff I don’t know the first thing about. Like scripting a play! Or a comic story! Maintaining the good ol’ blog might very well become the most sane and comforting writing I can do. So here goes.

A Mental Exercise – Florida Life

Let me drop a comment about my morning run. Not because anything of particular interest happened, but simply because it gives me the opportunity to mention it. That I went for a run. In the AM. If this was Facebook, I could have posted a snapshot of the sunrise, along with the caption ”Splendid running…

En Mental Øvelse – Florida Life

La meg raskt nevne morgenens løpetur. Ikke fordi det skjedde noe spesielt, men fordi det ga meg sjansen til å si det. At jeg tok en løpetur. Tidlig om morgenen. På Facebook kunne jeg postet et bilde av soloppgangen med bildetekst “Fine løpeforhold klokka fem i dag!” Sånt gjør nemlig Face-vennene mine. Kontaktlisten min er…

A Gator Tale – Florida Life

Moving someplace totally new is a funny thing. At first you notice everything that is different, from strange-looking birds to unfamiliar store brands. Then, gradually, you build your routines and before long you think you got it all covered. But every now and then, something pops up to bite you in the ass and remind…

Christmas In Norway

Rootin’ Tootin’ Yuletide And A Smashing Year Anew I Wish To Each And All But In Particular To You So Please Allow This Jolly Gush Of Greetings From Up North Merry, Happy, Holly Hugs And Kisses And So Forth … _ _ _

Somebody’s Going Down for This

The glossy magazines are fronting tape measures and diet food. So, it’s January and payback time and we all have different ways of coping. Some, like me, spend a lot of time looking for someone to blame; One spends some glorious weeks of carefree gluttony, and then one’s suddenly left with hips that barely fit…

One Of Them

The alarm goes off at four-thirty AM. Plenty of resourceful people despise mornings, but four-thirty hurts less than one might expect; numbing, in a merciful way. Maybe most of the nervous system is still asleep. The hours are arguable not even within the morning concept. Some start the day at this ungodly hour to squeeze…