Notes from a pad in Oslo
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20040723 Pictures from my road trip to Bergen                  
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 20040707 Currently Reading...  Pig by Andrew Cowan Synopsis: When his grandmother dies and his grandfather is sent to a nursing home, fifteen-year-old Danny decides to maintain their isolated cottage on the outskirts of town and care for their ancient pig during what will be for him an extraordinary summer. He falls in love with Surinder, a young Indian girl, and the two create a haven for themselves, a refuge from the oppressive world of their bigoted parents and neighbours as well as their own anxieties and discontent. When he is not with Surinder, he makes daily visits to the nursing home to see his grandfather, who regales him with tales of pig breeding and slaughter and of the local steel mill in its heyday. And of course there is the pig. But all too soon hints appear of the end of summer and more: the pig begins to die slowly, and Surinder turns her sights beyond the town limits. At the centre of the novel is a series of exact, brooding descriptions of the world inching by, and of Danny's cranky attempts to etch his presence onto it: fastidious accounts of housework, husbandry, lovemaking and hanging out on the decrepit property. But as dishevelment overtakes the cottage and his grandfather decides to stay in the nursing home, Danny sinks into a cold fury, sparked by the savage racism that he sees directed at people like Surinder and her family. In an obliquely painted final chapter, Danny visits the cottage with chaos on his mind and a knife in his hand. First Line:  It was the pig that woke my grandfather on the morning Gran died.
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20040703 
Holding a peace banner during a peace march in downtown Bogotá, Colombia. Photo by Monique Stauder
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20040702 Sweet Dreams written by Tori Amos "Lie, lie, lies everywhere" said the Father to the son Your peppermint breath gonna choke him to death Daddy watch your little black sheep run He got knives in his back Every time he opens up You say "You gotta be strong if you wanna be a man" Mister I don't know how you can have sweet dreams sweet dreams Land, Land of Liberty we're run by a constipated man when you live in the past you refuse to see when your daughter comes home nine months pregnant  with Five Billion Points of Light Gonna shine 'em on the face of your friends They got the earth in a sling They got the world on her knees They even got your zipper Between their teeth sweet dreams sweet dreams you say, you say, you say you have 'em I say that you're a liar sweet dreams sweet dreams go on, go on, go on, go on and dream your house is on fire Come along now well well well summer wind Been catching up with me "Elephant mind, missy you don't have you forgettin' to fly, darlin', when you sleep" I got a hazy lazy Susan takin' turns all over my dreams I got lizards and snakes runnin' through my body Funny how they all have my face sweet dreams sweet dreams
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20040701 Adventures in Reflective Surfaces  The Mirror Project The Mirror Project is a growing community of like-minded individuals who have photographed themselves in all manner of reflective surfaces.
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