Significance somewhere insignificant.

Some Sunday in December I find myself in a lecture of life, eagerly taking notes. If my notes during physics lectures have always been sparse, I am trying to make up for it  in the lectures of life. Its funny, isn’t it. In a tiny, cosy little place in a tiny (lovely, perfect, extraordinary etc etc.Continue reading “Significance somewhere insignificant.”

The Window

  I am sorry to not be sorry for writing a poem in Norwegian this time. I like to stick to one language on this blog (and I am more and more regretting it ain’t Norwegian!), but this is part of a longer poem that I am composing — in Norwegian, naturally. I will spareContinue reading “The Window”

Perhaps 42 is too complicated.

I look around myself on the parking lot. What on earth is this tent? It is completely dark and I can see nothing. Earlier the same day I had been crossing the same car park on my way back from the university gym, and I noticed a handful of dog owners training their dogs there.Continue reading “Perhaps 42 is too complicated.”

Moments like these.

I had the opportunity to go camping in the wild with a few good friends this weekend. As I write, I am so tiered that I should perhaps let my pen rest for the night, but bear with me for this one picture. Image, really. Imagery indeed. For amidst the cold and the rain, theContinue reading “Moments like these.”

Over my dead body.

Life is utterly strange – and short. Over my dead body shall some day rest a stone. I found myself tarrying around in a graveyard yesterday. Around me a thousand dead bodies. I couldn’t see the bodies, and I smelled no sent of death. What met my eyes, rather, was nice carved stones with beautifulContinue reading “Over my dead body.”

The last supper

You sit there on the edge of your bed with an empty look on your face. Furrows of concern that weren’t there before the verdict was reached, have now made their way unto your face. A soft trembling accompany your arm as you release the tension with which it was forced down into the bedContinue reading “The last supper”

The gene-ius in us

I just watched a documentary about manipulating genes. In the documentary we among others meet a Chinese girl, Lin Lin, who works as a researcher manipulating pig embryos. Listen to her fluent Chinglish:  “I still remember the first time I see this embryos under my microscope. And then after 4 months and these embryos they areContinue reading “The gene-ius in us”

Stupendous claims indeed.

The Skeptics Week is currently going on at NTNU, and I have found myself defending my faith many times already. A faith I have been examining quite intently on my own over the course of the last year or so – a process that seems to just have started. A healthy process, I believe. But likeContinue reading “Stupendous claims indeed.”