Nostalgia for Darkness Sets In
Have you ever thought what it would be like to have a blow torch wave in slow motion across your line of vision? That is the arctic sun in … Continue reading
The Reports of My Early Demise are Largely Exaggerated
The fact that my blog has been silent for nearly a year, and the last entry was related to a boarding pass guffaw, can mean only one thing: I … Continue reading
A few words about nothing that prove something, or not
Eeek, as soon as I set about blogging after a haitus of what, at least 6 months? I get a pop-up that says something like “Now you can call out … Continue reading
The American Dream
The dung colored military plane hovering, literally standstill, over Cloudberry at the intersection of riksvei 80 and Hunstadringen was an anomaly in the brilliant yellow and blue sky morning that … Continue reading
Hvem tror dere at jeg er?
— Vi skal begynne med en prøve. Elevene stirrer vettskremt på meg. Det er første engelsktime etter sommerferien. Jeg trøster dem med at det ikke er en faglig prøve. Bare … Continue reading
Postscript: Embassy Escapade Encore
The news is alarming when it comes on the radio. Just a week after the one-year-anniversary of July 22nd, central Oslo is being evacuated, including the palace, the national theater … Continue reading
A Day at the Embassy
This is MY country…! I can’t help myself. I start singing that song as soon as we catch sight of the American embassy, which takes up an entire city block … Continue reading
Decisions to run or hide or pick up a pen
I am my father’s daughter. While growing up I HATED his tendency to start up a new enterprise at the drop of a hat. Tendency… no it was an obsession, … Continue reading
Another morning on the heavenly highway
At the airport again, a fine place for blogging. The strike is over in schools, but airport security workers are still striking and that makes for long lines at the … Continue reading
Easter in the Old Country
It is Quiet Week in Norway, the period before Easter during which a hush falls over the country, and it is not just because of the continuous downpour of snow. … Continue reading
What Would You Do For Money?
I don’t know about you, but I am tired of the all too prevalent idea that the money we earn is compensation for the inherent suffering that work is. Is … Continue reading
Poem Composed at an Airport
The clouds are the kind Jesus would come on in the fearful midwestern sky of a June summer. The kind that brought with them guilt, and a strong knowledge of … Continue reading
Mother’s Day
It is not easy being a motherand having to spend the day in bedwith crumbs and dripped teaand bed socks. And love. What is mother-lovethat is not guilt-ridden, guilt-driven, duty-bound, pillar-stronglike Heaven. Here. … Continue reading
Portrait: The First Christmas
When just two women are celebratingChristmas together, neither of them makes dinner.It is mince pies and gløg and wine and cheeseon hardtack bought in Sweden at the soccer tournament in … Continue reading
Rememberances, East Tennessee
It’s always unsettling to receive a one-line email that is not part of an on-going email conversation you are having with someone. Especially when that email is from a stranger. … Continue reading
Little squeaky children voices
They are running clockwise around the yard across the road, paired up with their legs bound together. It is Maria’s birthday. Maria of the white house below ours that is … Continue reading
Leserbrev ti Avisanordland
Det er med vantro jeg leser Amund Garfors innlegg (Tanker etter 22. juli 2011, AN 6.08.11) hvor han synes å hevde at eneste måten å forstå at “en etnisk nordmann … Continue reading
Names Will Always Hurt Me
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 17, 2010 New Verse News.com STICKS & STONES WILL MAKE A WAR & NAMES WILL ALWAYS HURT ME by Rasma Haidri I can see them nowmy children’s grandchildren’s … Continue reading
Late Breaking News! Rasma on the forefront of technological upgrade!
Opera is hip, it’s now, it’s the web browser for the cutting edge of (mainly) young Norwegians with high amounts of student loan. A grassroots Norwegian invention, it was a … Continue reading
You do me, I’ll do you
Hi Rasma, subscribe me, I’ll subscribe you back. FOLLOW me I’ll follow you back. Just shout at me after you doing so. Thank you That message came in my morning … Continue reading
Betting on the Future
I can’t always say what gets me away from my other distractions into blogging mode, but this time it is certainly the phenomenal events that kept me and dare I … Continue reading
On Censorship and Freedom
WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 08, 2006 WE BELIEVE IN FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION, YOU KNOW (but, being Heathens, you may not understand the meaning of that)by Rasma Haidri SjøvollIn Norway twenty years ago, … Continue reading
