tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-253233052011-12-14T04:56:47.285+01:00a blog about the essentials, what makes me happy... wine, poetry and virtueLindanoreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25323305.post-1151875574915724312006-07-02T23:14:00.000+02:002006-07-02T23:26:14.933+02:00

This is how it's like living on the roof of Europe. Pretty awsome view from here.

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"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage."Lao Tsu

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فوقع في شركته أدماء عواهج، فأسرع نحوها و أنا منه أدنو و أسمع، فحلها من وثاقها، وجعلت أنظرإليها يمسحها من التراب الذي أصابها و يرشفها، ثم أطلقها و أعاد الحبالة، ثم أتاني، فقلت ما هذا؟ هل بلغك أن أحدا صنع صنيعك؟ إنا جميعا نشكو الغرث، حتى إذا آتانا الله الفرج و الميرة، أرملتنا من زادنا، فقال و يحك، إني نظرت إليها و إلى عنقها و جيدها، فشبهتها بمن أهوى، فاطلقتها لمن أهوى، فهل رأيت من يأكل شبه حبيبه؟

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The first day of summer is always special up north. After months of hiding inside, the Bergenser has finally turned of the heater and entered the streets and outdoor cafes. Some brave people are even taking of some of the layers of clothes. Ahhh... its beautiful. My friend G is annoyed by all the 'show offs' as she call the girls tanning in the park. She is also annoyed with the fat people today,

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This place is really on top of my list over hotspots in Bergen. This is THE place, I practically feel like I've grown up in this place and on this food. They serve some of the best blings (huge slices of bread topped with your choice of bread spread) there is. The place also has a cozy atmosphere, with relaxed customers, who spend their time playing backgammon and chatting. One of the best things

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- Can I have a Spock burger, please?You just have to love a place where you can combine following elements: Spock (and if you don't know who that is, you aint no friend of mine... as Elvis would have put it... which leads us over to the next one), tacky Elvis worship, burgers and on top of that HEALTHY burgers... not the average tasteless but oh-so-craved-for junk. I actually like this place. I

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A trial in Fredrikstad, Norway had a rather unusual turn today. A woman was sued by her boyfriend for stabbing him twice while sleeping. During his witness statement, the man took everyone by surprise, when he turned to his girlfriend, the defendant, and proposed to her. The only one who didn't seem surprised were the defendant, who answered with a loud and clear 'yes!', whereupon the trial

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Here's a very good eye witness account from Jar el-Qamar on what happened in Alexandria April 14th.

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Amartya Sen (who won the 1998 Nobel Prize in Economics) has just published a book "Identity and Violence". I haven't had a chance to read it yet, but it looks very interesting. Here's a recently published article by Sen. Well worth the read.

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I tried out the blogspot spell check... and it seems that their dictionary does not have the word blog. Ironic isn't it?

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I have a challenge for the few people who read this blog. Give me a list of the top 5 songs to cure morning grumpiness (and help a friend in need... or her family).

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“The world is a comedy to those who think and a tragedy to those who feel” Horace Walpole

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I stumbled over this 'poem' yesterday, performed by a young artist. When I heard it my associations went automatically to Abu Nuwwas and one of his poems about "Fucking the people" (or the establishment if you may).I know of course that it's a risky endeavor to compare any young writer to Abu Nuwwas. It is wrong for two reasons:1) No one compares to Abu Nuwwas when it comes to provocations,

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Bergen is full of cozy little cafes. They're everywhere. Take a normal street and you'll find at least five cafes per hundred meter. No kidding. I'll make a serial of pictures from my favorite places.Today we went to 'Zupperia', its a cafe/soup kitchen that serves the best soup (tomato soup with pouched egg) in Bergen. It's under the umbrella of the arts and crafts museum and decorated with

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Kuteyba sent me a joke. I thought it was worth posting:An old Arab lived close to New York City for more than 40 years. One dayhe decided that he would love to plant potatoes and herbs in his garden, but he knew he was alone and too old and weak. His son was in college in Paris,so the old man sent him an e-mail explaining the problem:"Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can't plant potatoes in

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I'm actually about to write a post on the weather here... I think it's a natural development. I've been in Europe just long enough to start thinking about the weather - all the time! It's not a stereotype at all. Europeans think about the weather all the time. It's a mental decease.Today I made an interesting purchase. I bought a rain hood. It's a sort of waterproof thing with a peak (so that the

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"In a country where everyone is a social-democrat, the radical force will be a conservative".

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I love waking up to this clear air. The lofty mountains and deep blue fjords... There's something about this country that inspires me to write lenghty national epics, but I guess I'll save it for some other day (preferably a rainy day). In the meantime read Snorre Sturlason:1. Gefjun dró frá Gylfa glöð djúpröðul óðla, svá at af rennirauknum rauk, Danmarkar auka. Báru öxn ok átta ennitungl, þars

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Happy news... Jill was returned to safety after 3 months in captivity. The CS Monitor has the full story...

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يا عنـدليب ما تخـافش من غنـوتك قول شـكوتك واحكـى علـى بـلوتك الغنـوه مـش ح تمـوتـك إنـمـا كتـم الغنـا هو اللـى ح يمـوتـك عـجبى !! I remember a friend of mine getting in trouble for resiting this poem on air (

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Gohary just sent me one of Amal Donqels' best works: لا تصالحْ !ولو منحوك الذهبأترى حين أفقأ عينيكثم أثبت جوهرتين مكانهما..هل ترى..؟هي أشياء لا تشترى..:ذكريات الطفولة بين أخيك وبينك ،حسُّكما - فجأةً - بالرجولةِ ،هذا الحياء الذي يكبت الشوق.. حين تعانقُهُ ،الصمتُ - مبتسمين - لتأنيب أمكما.. وكأنكماما تزالان طفلين!تلك الطمأنينة الأبدية بينكماأنَّ سيفانِ سيفَكَ..صوتانِ صوتَكَأنك إن متَّللبيت

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This is my cat. He is huge and sometimes a bit evil... you probably notice the meanness in his eyes... Since he is aware of the fact that I belong to him (cats do not belong to humans... its the other way around), he sometimes feels obliged to be kind. However, he always behave kindly with a slight expression of discomfort. I truly do appreciate the effort though!

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نزار قبانيبغداد مُـدّي بسـاطيَ وامـلأي أكوابي وانسي العِتابَ فقد نسَـيتُ عتابي عيناكِ، يا بغـدادُ ، منـذ طفولَتي شَـمسانِ نائمَـتانِ في أهـدابيلا تُنكري وجـهي ، فأنتَ حَبيبَتي وورودُ مائدَتي وكـأسُ شـرابيبغدادُ.. جئتُـكِ كالسّـفينةِ مُتعَـباً أخـفي جِراحاتي وراءَ ثيـابيورميتُ رأسي فوقَ صدرِ أميرَتي وتلاقـتِ الشّـفَتانُ بعدَ غـياب

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نNoon I had a dream last night, an image of my love and me. We were talking about the letter noon. Actually not so much talking as me holding a lecture telling him about my use of the letter noon in the thesis I'm writing. I have not really written this chapter yet - in real life - but every night I dream that I write it, and in the morning, I can remember every word of it and every twist and

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What a smile! I can't get enough of this little thing.

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I just left my life and started a new one. The change itself or this interlude in my life, the in-between-state of my being right now, makes me think and sometimes it makes me scream. I dont think this will end up as a blog about myself really. Maybe I'll use it to let out some occasional steam... or maybe I'll just use it to post my favorite pictures or poems. Hanshouf...

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