Edward Snowden

Yesteryears’ defectors were, more often than not, higly trusted citizens forced to leave their countries upon abusing same trust. No changes there.

The illustration is my own work. Please feel free to make use of it, how ever you see fit.

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The 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso, is expected in Norway 7 – 9 May, under normal circumstances a happy occasion giving cause for much celebration in the land.

Unfortunately Norway fell from grace, in the eyes of the Chinese, following the 2010 Nobel peace prize, awarded Chinese dissident Liu Xiaobo, representing a serious blow to Norway–China relations, resulting in a severe decrease in bilateral trade, which is to be expected.

The consequences have caused much regret in Norway’s political establishment, branding the Dalai Lama, 1989 Nobel peace prize laureate himself, persona non grata in the realm. In fact no Norwegian officials will be there to receive the Dalai Lama during his visit, save for the president of the indigenous Sami parliament, hardly representing the Norwegian populace as such.

A kind of cowardice I honestly did not think possible.

In my opinion China and its cohorts (and aspiring cohorts, such as Norway) ought to pay for their shameful conduct. If we ignore the Dalai Lama, we ourselves deserve to be ignored.

At any rate, now you know who we are and what we stand for – or rather not.

Photo: The 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso. Photographer: Niccolò Caranti/Wikipedia

Norway's former PM Jens Stoltenberg

Since news broke yesterday that Norway’s former PM Mr. Jens Stoltenberg (above) has been mentioned as possible NATO secretary general, domestic media have been running wild with speculations. Strangely enough, though, not related to the political or practical implications thereof.

Flag of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization...Unaccustomed to Norwegians in high places, internationally, there’s primarily one thing about the candidacy that concerns us, namely the potential secretary general’s wages, perks, esteem and position, to such a degree that you cannot help but stare in puzzled disbelief, even if I know I should be used to it by now, after some 52 odd years in the country.

But I suppose I never will be.

Even conservative foreign minister—and political opponent—Børge Brende (Mr. Stoltenberg belongs to the social democrat Labour) struggled to contain himself.

Consider, then, the impact an actual appointment will have on Norwegian media.

I dread that prospect. Intensely.

Sharing our predominant traits with foreign readers, like this, makes me immensely uncomfortable, too, but I expect there’s no use trying to hide it.

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Oh and this is priceless: According to Norwegian daily national VG, conservative politicians raise concerns that opponent Stoltenberg’s (possible) NATO appointment may compromise his fellow Labour politician Thorbjørn Jagland’s position as secretary general of the Council of Europe, held since 2009. Which I find terribly moving.

What to do, what to do?

Turns out this video clip doesn’t show up in my Mozilla Firefox browser, but it somehow works in Google Chrome – and, I’m sure, in other browsers, too.

Me

That is what the Me in SoMe is all about, isn’t it? At any rate: After so many years of blogging, a selfie as a post. Nay, two!

Selfies being a mouthful, though, as I didn’t shoot them myself.

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So now you know.

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Had to leave my late father’s flat for an hour or so tonight, where I’ve spent hour upon hour clearing out since he passed away almost two months ago. Thought I’d reacquaint myself with the city I used to call mine, some thirty odd years ago.

Even though I can no longer call it mine, I have to admit its beauty in fair weather – which unfortunately comes in small and very rare portions.

All photos (including the above) shot with a simple mobile:

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But as I said, it’s no longer mine. Hell, the buses aren’t even yellow! They used to be. So I roam the streets like – or as – a tourist. Kinda liking what I see.

But knowing it? I have to say no.

The sick child

While the Americans give thanks, let’s ponder the possibilities of life before death.

Painting in part my own, on top of the late compatriot Edvard Munch’s The sick child, partly still visible in centre detail (click for a closer look).

The Day After Tomorrow

It’s past midnight (here). People stay up, following the drama unfurling on the other side of the Atlantic.

We care more about what’s going on in America than any where else—don’t know why. Probably because there are slightly a few more Americans descending from Norwegians than Norwegians remaining in the old country.

A 51st state?

Look no further.

Omelette

The daughter (9) ordered omelette for breakfast. Dad (50) left with no option but to comply. Damn, why don’t I instagram?

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