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The more we fly

...the less CO2 in the atmosphere, says a well-known Norwegian professor. Is that what the world has come to? Please allow me to sneer at this climate newspeak.

"It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words." (George Orwell, 1984)

Naughty Christmas

As soon as I saw the look in Simone's eyes, I had a feeling we were not going to be baking ordinary Christmas cookies this year.



Daymon peeling almonds, still happily unaware of the naughty marsipan scheme he will soon be part of.

Simone testing a model for her sculpture, which soon took the form of a phallic tribute to marsipan baking.
Pretty soon, Daymon's Asian upbringing kicked in, his suspicious skepticism increasing by the minute.


Was he right?

He was. But it was too late. Naughtiness was all over.

Next year's project is allegedly going to be a Seigmenn-based gingerbread brothel, states Simone from her hiding place in Leikanger.

Me? I was not part of this. Honestly!

Baby discovers wolf discovers baby

My office has its own office wolf. Nansen is his name. Though by some described as "autustic" due to his economic approach to social interaction, Nansen has on one or two occasions demonstrated an impressive ability to become fascinated with objects and beings beyond the deer, moose, fox and his beloved owner - Hanna.

These occasions include:
1. people who possess or have recently been in direct contact with mandarins (a behaviour giving rise to the nickname "Mandarin Wolf"),

and (as the photograph reveals)

2. my colleague's baby grandson, Ask. The latter encounter reportedly resulted in Nansen getting up from his more retreated waiting position, moving over to the window and having a closer look at the object of his fascination over an extended period of time, while Ask stretched out and made keen sounds to the effect of "There! There!". This proved an unexpectedly welcome source of entertainment for wolf and child alike, allowing granddad to return to his computer to work.

The bloggee declined the offer to comment on this entry, as well as confirming the rumour that he frequently reads the contents of Terje's computer screen from the window behind Terje's back.

Merry Moosemas!