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Training for uphill running race Sept. 28

19 Sep



New ski imitations from Sindre Wiig Nordby

12 Jan

In the beginning was chance

30 Aug

In the beginning was chance,
and chance created the heavens,
the earth and all that is.

Without chance, free will is an illusion.
All our actions would merely be
part of a thread of predetermined events
unwinding from the beginning.

Without chance there can be no
goodness or badness.
The world could only be, quite indifferently,
the best of all possible worlds.

Without chance there is no love.
Just responses to chemical signals.

Without chance life would not be worth living.
Chance is meaning itself.

I throw myself to chance,
to that infinite grace that
slips between the wakes of days.

Au commencement était le hasard,
et le hasard créa les cieux,
la terre et tout l’existant.

Sans le hasard, la volonté libre est illusoire.
Tous nos actes s’inscriraient dans
un fil des évènements déterminés dès le début.

Sans le hasard ni le bon ni le mal n’existent plus.
Le monde ne serait, de manière complètement indifférent,
que le meilleur des mondes possibles.

Sans le hasard, point d’amour.
Simple réponses aux signaux chimiques.

Sans le hasard la vie n’aurait pas de sens.
Le hasard est le sens même.

Je me livre au hasard,
à cette grâce infinie
qui fuit par les interstices des jours.

Back in Norway

25 Jul

I came back home to Norway last Sunday. No need to repeat recent events, known to all. Since no one can turn back the clock, one question really worth asking is where now?

A bomber/shooter could have done the same thing in the old GDR, now matter how many informants the Stasi had in its ranks. Government encroachments on privacy and individual liberties won’t eliminate such risks. Rather, they just compound the losses.

Happily recent declarations don’t make it sound like Norway is headed in a surveillance state direction.

So maybe the government is handling things well. But how should one deal with this on a personal level? My take is purely statistical. I know I run far greater risks crossing the street than I do of being shot or blown up. In spite of his delusions of grandeur, Anders Breivik, who wanted to turn up today for his arraignment “in uniform”, remains utterly insignificant.

I don’t want for an instant to minimize the pain and suffering he inflicted on his victims, their families and their friends.  But when a jangle of nerves bites, I remind myself that the only power he has is what we give him.

So, my advice to Norway is to look both ways when crossing the street and forget the delirious Nazi Breivik in his barred home. We who by birth or by choice call this country home are infinitely bigger than him or the sad happenings of last Friday.

Citybike to the top of the city

14 Apr

Grabbed a citybike and rode it to the top of the city. Wanted to scout my rollerski route up Grefsenkollen. Got some laughs from other cyclists as I pedalled this little three speed up the big hill. Wonder if any of them got a sudden urge for a cheap hamburger?

Happily the route looked practicable. Some residual snow and gravel on my little connector road, but I can take an alternate route. Then the rest is pretty much clear.

Oslo – The capital of cross country

16 Mar

Moose are loose in my back yard

9 Feb