Washing machine or death!
January 31, 2010
The second and last day of moving from Songdalen to Møll.
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The second and last day of moving from Songdalen to Møll.
My first night in the “new” house I woke up with breathing problems. (I must have survived since I posted this though.)
Here, in this case, is Riverview (the Mothhouse). I should have been in my old home packing. My friend said he would come around half past nine in the morning, and the place still looks like I live in it: Books in the bookshelves, clothes on the floor (OK, only a few clothes, and then [...]
The title is ironic. An online acquaintance of mine over many years, who could have been a friend if he wanted, has a rabid reaction against religion in general and Christianity in particular. If he is not foaming at the mouth in real life, it can sometimes be hard to guess. Among the peculiarities that [...]
I am at the Mothhouse again! That means another slice of life, and especially of cold. Amazingly, we have had a week of just below freezing point temperature. That feels like coming from the freezer to the fridge. Or in other words, like Norwegian spring. But it was not to last: Last night it fell [...]
When I was little, I once dreamed that everyone else was eating cake and I didn’t get any of it. I was grumpy for hours after I woke up. As an adult, you can probably have all the cake you want, but perhaps you no longer can have all the sleep you want. And grumpiness [...]
Some people are easily fired up, but does that fire cause them to truly change, or just to glow for a while before they return to their previous state? (Picture from the family-friendly anime “Kimi ni Todoke”.)
Earlier this week, I finished reading through Ryuho Okawa’s book, The Philosophy of Progress. After this, according to the back [...]
If even a flower or tree were to think, “there is no meaning to this body, no purpose”, then they would be sorely mistaken. All higher life is built from selfless love.
OK, this is not quite the angle you would expect from the title, unless you know me. But I’m quite serious. Sex is love, [...]
I have been slashed, and not in a sexy way. Rather, something sharp has slashed diagonally up the front of my calf (the leg, not the animal) leaving this black and red furrow. The really strange thing is that this part is usually covered by the trouser leg, but there is no gash in the [...]