Yes, it made it more interesting…
Like a bridge under a forest mountain
At the mountain hotel in Grächen, Switzerland.
Long story short: taught kids about swearing as s substitute teacher, got the principal (my mother) in trouble, wrote a manuscript about swearing, interviewed a linguist about religion for the humanist (atheist) magazine, she invited me to join her book project on swearing, the book was published, the «kulturelle skolesekken» (bringing culture to schools) invited me to tour the northernmost, most swearing part of Norway to talk about swearing.
https://www.nettavisen.no/teacher-taugth-swearwords-in-religion-class/s/12-95-151785
I’m a crossing guard at school. My amazing trick is to balance the lollipop on my nose.
I also know some Shakespearean sonnets and the first page of finnegans wake by heart, but that’s usually more expected.
The most wow reaction i had from my sons’ friends was when i swore better than them. But then again, i once went on a two week tour to schools teaching the kids how to swear, so .., no big deal.
From Norway. Lived in a handful of countries the last decade or so. Probably going back to Norway this summer. Always a bigger culture shock than going abroad.
Yes! But like all projects, they die quickly.
One channel for poems, mostly in Norwegian, but the occasional English/German as well Joyce!
Another for teaching Norwegian (in English) Some years old now
Yes, true… I’ve heard people in several countries say yr is their preferred service, so it must be quite good in general.
Yr is Norwegian and great for some places, but often mistaken re amount of rain in other places — here in Switzerland, eg, meteosuisse is much better.
Yes, we have a slight suspicion and are on the case. It’s challenging when you are very much not adhd, WHY CAN’T HE JUST DO THIS IT’S SO EASY, but my job is to understand and help, not force my way of thinking unto his. Thanks for corroborating my hunch, though.
Yes, just got a magnet one. He was over the moon. He is one of those kids who has a hard time with everything boring, like brushing his teeth or cleaning his room, but can lose himself for hours on end in the most impossible tasks when he has the drive. At the moment, his mania is the cube. So a magnet cube is indeed very much worth it.
Haha, are you a carpenter? Cause a nail might have been hit on the head :)
Rubik's cube
Does anyone here know how to solve Rubik’s cube? If so, when and why did you learn it?
I’ve been trying all my life, on and off, not enough to succeed in anything more than one layer, but more than enough to feel i should have mastered it by now.
My 11yo son, on the other hand, taught himself through a book and some YouTube clips and he is now disappointed whenever he solves it in less than 30 seconds.
He’s the only one i know who can solve it (apart from his best friend, that is), and every time he does, i feel like I’m watching magic. Chaos chaos chaos chaos … oh it’s finished!
Should i be proud of him or worried by own cognitive abilities?
Vær så venlig?
Define language… Norwegian, Swedish, Danish, English, French, German, BHS (Bosnian Croatian, Serbian), Esperanto, Czech, Russian, Dutch, Italian, Portuguese, Spanish… i think that’s it.
It was hanging in the air, quite still. I put the (manual) focus at the shortest possible distance (ca 40 cm) and then took several pictures, hoping one of them would turn out OK.
wow. Beautiful!
Bee on time
As I was working in the ecogarden at school, this bee decided it wanted to hang out with us and look pretty. I managed to snap two photos before it was gone again.
In academia, I would guess most Europeans consider race a social construct and not a lens through which one judges other people. Yes, we’re all leaning more and more right, unfortunately, but race is seldom a major part of what makes someone an Other. (But I do know it can be, my daughter-in-law is from Uganda). Outside academia… I would hope most Europeans are more informed than most trumpists.
Haha, yes, i believe the matpakke is still strong in Norway. (You don’t buy lunch, you bring your own two sorry slices of bread from home, often with the caramelly fake cheese «brunost»). Still, it’s not a bad place to live.
Well, he has a myriad ideas -- cup, vase, generic bricks, sling ammo, pot -- but so far we have just been gathering clay and leaving it to dry into oblivion on the porch.
hunting for clay
Son dragged me to this brook to show me the great clay he has found there. (The original image has a much higher resolution.)
Ja, men har bodd litt rundt i verden. Barna har lært bishops av sin bosnisk-norske mor og arabisk da vi bodde i Marokko 2018-2021 (men alt glemt mye).
My mother tongue is Norwegian, and it’s the language we speak at home. However, I get up next to the Swedish border and watched a lot of Swedish TV and went shopping there, even studied there a year, so it’s also quasi native. As is English, with Scottish & American family. (My American uncle had lived in states for 60 years, his Norwegian is atrocious.). Since 2009, I have lived in five different countries, only two years in Norway, and spoken mostly English and French with some Danish, German, Arabic, Czech, Bosnian.
I used to be a writer, but now my Norwegian is a mess and I haven’t got one language I can call my own.
Good doggie
Just a black dog against a white wall begging for a treat.
I don't think this is a great photo, but something about it is soothing, somehow, or just nice, in some way, and I'll share, just to share, if anyone finds anything here, good, if not, also good. He got the treat, that's the main thing.
Finnegans wake: the first page while trying to get out of a forest
A humble self-brag: I memorized the first page of Finnegans Wake, including the first thunderword (around 1:20), and read it to myself and the birds in a Swiss forest. Sorry about the Norwegian accent, but I suppose with a work like Finnegan Wake an accent is your least concern.
Lac Blanc
Lac Blanc near Chamonix. The first day of our tour around Mont Blanc. My wife insisted to go up there; some hours later, she regretted bitterly as she hobbled down in the dark, no lamp, knees hurting, dead tired. Some days later, though, we finished the 170km loop and it had all blurred into being a funny story.
Jet d'Eau, the fifth beatle (edit: OC)
The famous jet d’Eau in Geneva doing its best to impersonate a boat mast.
Foggy foot
The best part of a walk in the French mountainside, the only good part as far as he was concerned: a green spot flat enough to kick his football as high as he could.
Foggy foot
Son found a green spot during a walk in a mountain in France.