Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Fog

And I mean fog.

More Wires

I spent a good part of yesterday trying to find wires for my hard drives. As I am presently moving my home base from American sockets to Norwegian, several complications arise. Like what are they called exactly, those long, black cables that go into the socket, which on the other end looks like a figure 8 and goes into whatever power box goes to whichever hard drive. Or charger. Or anything for that matter, no one understood what I was talking about even though it is the most common cable in the world. But who can blame them, my description probably needed a bit of editing. Regardless, I finally found them, and for the price of eight cups of coffee or a small Oslo meal, three cables are now mine, operating my hard drives. And they didn’t even explode.

In other news my first days in Oslo have been seriously foggy. Like you can't see your hand in front of you foggy. I like fog. The little light we get looks oh-so-pretty. Welcome home.

Finally New York

This is what it looks like. Millions of peeps stacked on top of each other, with holes of space and peace in the form of hotel lobbies 34 floors above scurry level. With Big Brother watching. Later, New York!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Moving

I have no picture for moving. At least not at this very moment. This very moment is 6am and I'm sitting in the Apple Store on Fifth Avenue, it's shaped like a big, glass box, and is open 24/7. One of the things I'll miss about NYC. 24/7. You can do anything at any time, because there are 8 million people here ensuring your comfort in screwing up. Your mess is here at their convenience. Which is me. At this exact moment. Because my computer is acting up, which it has been for the past, well, while, and because things are as they are when you move, you figure it's the best time to make it better just when you have no time to do it. Again with the time, I know... So here I am, Apple Store, Fifth Avenue, 6 am, and feeling very nerdy. And pressured. I leave this town in 12 hours.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Where did the time go?

Last weekend I changed the time. All week I had appointments on time, the new time, before suddenly discovering that this weekend was the actual weekend to change the time. Which begs the question how all my appointments happened on time even if it was the wrong time. Apparently, Pres. Bush decided it was time for the U.S. to change the time at a different time than the rest of the world, but what do I know about time, other than that I'm always running out. Despite all the confusion Halloween happened on time, and sometimes even Death needs a hot dog.