I was stopped by a cop in a local mall. He asked one question, which I thought was rather odd.
“When was the last time you slept?”
Most of my colleagues (who are foreign to the U.S.) are surprised to find that I worked for the Department of Army for six years.
My sister attended a college in Phoenix called Grand Canyon University.
I was having a Skype conversation with one of my nieces yesterday. As a preface, let’s say she’s very young. Like seven young.
She started by making smalltalk, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.” I responded. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
She laughed. “I’m too young.”
“Too young for what?” I asked.
She responded candidly, “I’m too young to be gay.”
Ah, the things kids will say.
Twenty twelve was a very tumultuous and emotional year for me. I moved to Norway about this time last year. I left my family, friends, my cat, and my awesome apartment behind for a new life in Europe.
Moving here could have easily have been one of my many, many mistakes. And I’ll admit, when I first got to Oslo in January, I felt like I made a big one.
It’s a rare occurrence when I see a major street blocked off with emergency vehicles in Oslo right near my flat. Apparently there was a fire in an apartment building near where I lived.
There wasn’t a fire visible when I came across the scene, but I could still smell the smoke. Here are some pictures I took.
Below are Flickr slideshows for both visits.
If you are on a mobile, the slideshow can be viewed on Flickr.
Akerhus Fortress is very visible from the Aker Brygge area and is a neat place to visit.
When I first arrived to Norway in November of 2011, I was in immense culture shock. One thing that still intrigues me is the size of the vehicles here. I almost felt like I was in a Jason Bourne movie (well, without all the fighting, gun shots, and the hot German woman from Run Lola Run).
Here’s a small gallery (which I add to from time to time) of the small cars I’ve found in Norway (for those on mobile phones, here’s a direct link).
It’s been quite an inside joke how much I love playing the game Left for Dead 2 (i.e., the most awesome zombie killing game ever). My friends, family, and co-workers will typically ask me, “So, how many zombies did you slay this weekend?”
My typical response is, “Thousands. And I didn’t even write a note to their mothers thanking them for the pleasure.”
Why do I have such an infatuation with the murderous frenzy enabled by my mouse and keyboard?