søndag 31. oktober 2010

The bumbling badger of mediocrity




"Welcome to Hufflepuff! Long live the bumbling badger of mediocrity!", to quote the head of house. And Hufflepuff is "for the rest", as he points out. Not the brave or the wise or the cunning. The rest.

But the thing is, I like badgers. I like badgers a lot. It's a Wind In The Willows kind of thing, I suppose. But mostly it's because they're cool. The Wife and me once met four, right in the middle of Oslo.

It was midnight and they were, I suspect, heading for the sanctuary of St Hanshaugen. A mother and three fairly large children. They had to cross a big street and one of the kids paniced, turned back and hid under a car. We stood back and pressed the pedestrian traffic lights like crazy, to give the passing cars red lights. It worked. They got away.

All I can say is bugger the brave, the wise and the cunning. I take the bumbling badger any day. In fact, I think I need to order a Hufflepuff cardigan pronto.

(Thanks to Frøydis F. Labowsky for the fashion tip.)

onsdag 27. oktober 2010

Porn Star Ctuhlhu



It's shocking, I say. Shocking.

Heaven Must Have Sent You




It's very much autumn in Oslo. Rain is knocking the last of the leaves down from the trees. With good help from the wind. It's a melancholic time of the year.

And the same thing has happened to me which happens every year about this time: I quite suddenly want to listen to some upbeat pary music. It used to be ska. Proper ska. For the last few years it's been soul. Northern soul, to be precise.

And this is a Northern soul classic, if ever there was one. To the extent that anything can be a classic in a scene where obscurity was the mark of distinction.

fredag 22. oktober 2010

Subway tentacles

Photo: Mr. P

Taken from the window of the subway at night, with Hipstamatic on my iPhone. It's not really a "Hipstamatic picture" though, as the settings are optimized for a "regular" picture. The trick is to put the camera straight against the window, not to catch any reflections from inside.

tirsdag 12. oktober 2010

The Eater of ... fences?

Photo: Mr. P

Out of the very earth it came; a horrendous botanical heresy; an æons old abomination; an eldritch monstrosity; a creature whos tentacles went deep into the earth, sucking the very juices out of the planet; a threat to life, sanity and ... fences. The horror. THE HORROR!

søndag 10. oktober 2010

Them guests delicious

Photo: Mr. P

From one of Oslo's more ... exotic restaurants. Them Package Photographical Are Contain Chopsticks.

fredag 8. oktober 2010

Mad men

"If you argue with a madman, it is extremely probable that you will get the worst of it; for in many ways his mind moves all the quicker for not being delayed by the things that go with good judgment. He is not hampered by a sense of humour or by charity, or by the dumb certainties of experience. He is the more logical for losing certain sane affections. Indeed, the common phrase for insanity is in this respect a misleading one. The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason."

G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy, 1908 

The spiders in our basement

Photo: Mr. P

The spiders in our basement are back.

They are young males, I hear, gone astray in their search for a mate. And they are, at least for Norwegian spiders, big fellows. This one has a body length of about 2 cm.

They show up every year, signalling the end of summer. And they are dying.

Often, it must be said, they are dying through unfortunate run ins with The Wife. But even if they manage to steer clear of her – and whatever she may happen to, ehr, drop upon them – they are dying.

We find them crouched up, with their legs pulled up underneath; very, very dead.

And when they are gone, autum has come to an end too. But for now the leaves are red and yellow. And the spiders await death in our basement.

I like this time of year, even if I’m not all that fond of the spiders. It’s a time of beauty, death and decay. But it’s also a time of hibernating indoors, with a pot of tea and good books. It’s a good time.

Unless you’re a spider of course.

A Very Short Song

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad–
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

_____ Dorothy Parker

onsdag 6. oktober 2010

Grey life



It's autumn. It's raining. I'm listening to Tor Lundvall. So should you.

tirsdag 5. oktober 2010

About a cat

"The strongest saints and the strongest sceptics alike took positive evil as the starting-point of their argument. If it be true (as it certainly is) that a man can feel exquisite happiness in skinning a cat, then the religious philosopher can only draw one of two deductions. He must either deny the existence of God, as all atheists do; or he must deny the present union between God and man, as all Christians do. The new theologians seem to think it a highly rationalistic solution to deny the cat."

G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy, 1908