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Dead Norwegian dude time
Jun. 18th, 2008 10:09 pmNon mi dire d'aspettare
Il domani che verrà
È una porta che tu chiudi
Fra me e te
Hah, for once there are perks to living right next to a soccer stadium - Bon Jovi is playing there right now, and I can just make it out with my window open. Tiny, Dan and Balder visited (we were planning to have a barbeque outside, but the weather is horrid as usual) and all four of us crashed on my bed, humming along to It's my life.
And yesterday was tons of fun! We laid down flowers at the Henrik Wergeland statue outside the National Theatre (where speeches were made of such pomposity that Tiny and me nearly fell over laughing), walked by his former home "Grotten" ("The grotto" - Norway's main honorary residence), visited the small exhibition about his final book Hassel-nødder (an autobiographical piece he wrote as he lay dying).
( Allow me to explain )
If you wonder why a romantic poet who died in 1845 holds such a dear place in my heart, you should probably know that I grew up in Eidsvoll. And so did Wergeland, which means I got peppered with his poems and songs from an early age. But he wasn't just a dilly-dallying romantic, as I grew older I learned to appreciate his fight against poverty and ignorance, and his noncomformist attitude to theDanish Swedish (who were still pretty much ruling Norway with an iron hand at the time).
There, that's a little history lesson for you. I'm rather sore that none of the major newspapers seems to have covered this jubilee.
Anyway. NEW LAYOUT. Nothing exciting, it's one LJs own basic ones, but I thought it was pretty and I found I didn't have the inspiration to make one from scratch.
Il domani che verrà
È una porta che tu chiudi
Fra me e te
Hah, for once there are perks to living right next to a soccer stadium - Bon Jovi is playing there right now, and I can just make it out with my window open. Tiny, Dan and Balder visited (we were planning to have a barbeque outside, but the weather is horrid as usual) and all four of us crashed on my bed, humming along to It's my life.
And yesterday was tons of fun! We laid down flowers at the Henrik Wergeland statue outside the National Theatre (where speeches were made of such pomposity that Tiny and me nearly fell over laughing), walked by his former home "Grotten" ("The grotto" - Norway's main honorary residence), visited the small exhibition about his final book Hassel-nødder (an autobiographical piece he wrote as he lay dying).
( Allow me to explain )
If you wonder why a romantic poet who died in 1845 holds such a dear place in my heart, you should probably know that I grew up in Eidsvoll. And so did Wergeland, which means I got peppered with his poems and songs from an early age. But he wasn't just a dilly-dallying romantic, as I grew older I learned to appreciate his fight against poverty and ignorance, and his noncomformist attitude to the
There, that's a little history lesson for you. I'm rather sore that none of the major newspapers seems to have covered this jubilee.
Anyway. NEW LAYOUT. Nothing exciting, it's one LJs own basic ones, but I thought it was pretty and I found I didn't have the inspiration to make one from scratch.
