Ladestein is a nice place to be.

Vincent and I have an apartment in Buran, Trondheim. And one of the great things about our location is that we're only a kilometer or two away from Ladestein, which is a trail that hugs the coastline around Lade. It goes for more kilometers than I can run, and the views of the fjord are, well, they are wonderful. I like it there.

Last night, I went for a walk around Ladestein with my new friend and colleague Torill.

Apart from her lovely company, I also had the chance to practice taking photographs of sunsets with my new camera. You see, usually I am running that trail, and we all know that Lindsay should not carry expensive things while running. Also, I rarely never run at night--again, that's just asking for trouble.

So, here you are: The view from Ladestein on a gorgeous summer evening.

I was happy with how the photos turned out since I only have a camera, and not any other fancy equipment. I guess the view and the weather helped out a lot. Thank you nice view. Thank you perfect weather.

self-revelations

This weekend I learned two things about myself.

First, I am a cookie monster. I think the year and a half without an oven gave me cookie-withdrawal that didn't manifest itself until now. It's ugly. But, if you want cookies--come on over.

Second, I hate building furniture. It makes me very cranky and causes bruising. "It's like legos" is complete crap. That's just the kool-aid IKEA gives you. But, I don't like kool-aid. And I don't like building furniture.

I think it's important that we always continue learning about ourselves.

beware of drunk mailboxes.

I'm starting to get emails in Norwegian, mostly from my work.

The problem, though, is that Lindsay doesn't really speak Norwegian. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know like five sentences. But that doesn't really cut it for the day-to-day email necessities.

So, I've been turning to Google Translate for most of my email-reading needs.

This is part of a translation of an email I got yesterday:

As recently as today, some of you received a message that the mailbox is allegedly drunk, with a link to validate your e-mail account.

My first question is: how can mailboxes even afford to get drunk? The cheapest six-pack I can find is still like $25.

Sheesh. Share the love mailbox.

Although, to be fair, I guess my mailbox (if they're talking about mine) is only allegedly drunk. Not certainly drunk. Maybe I should not rush to judgement.

Also--I haven't quite figured out why my allegedly drunk mailbox would like me to validate my email account. If it's so drunk, I doubt it's very concerned about me getting my email. But, perhaps Norwegian mailboxes are just that damn hard-working and caring.

Oh for the love of drunk Norwegian mailboxes. Why can't we all be like you?

um. i just made some cheese.

Ricotta, to be exact! And it turned out like it was supposed to! You know, like ricotta is. Thank you Greek Vegetarian for this recipe.

It was so easy! And possible with these household ingredients.

The lemon curdles the milk.

And then you strain out the excess liquid.

Then you let it sit for a few hours.

And voilà! Ricotta!!

What should I make with it? Lasagna? Asparagus & ricotta pizza? Fritters?! Ahhh! So many choices.

beer and flowers.

I love beer. I love flowers. I love my new Nikon DSLR 3200.