I stood in front of the class once. I told them about the Norwegian author Camilla Collett. I wrote her name on the blackboard with a steady hand. I turned around and stood there without fear and held a lecture about this author I didn't want to read about because she was Norwegian. I was against everything that was Norwegian and for everything that was German because that was not a good thing to be in Norway because you might just be a Nazi, something I was not. I was just in love with Germany. My paradise.

I wanted to share the song my jukebox played me this morning. It's called "Too much" but I couldn't find it. But I found a teaser her.

Click the song too much
http://amiestreet.com/music/christel-alsos/closing-the-distance/

I give you this one on instead. She is on Columbia by the way and I love her voice but not all her songs.

Come back to me/Christel Alsos
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RggpMwaruCI&feature=related

I must find bed.

Cat napping (Funny)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30aa-40n4OU

No time for this now.

Coffee break out in space (Funny)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0vXATrNz9Y

Life is unfair. Lesson number 1.
What's the meaning of life? To live of course.

A girl called Johnny.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYcPrOs8myo

Last night two girls stopped me when I came from work. I was working late, very late. They had just got off the bus and asked me if I knew where they should go to find what they were looking for and I knew where that school was and I said: Oi, that's a long walk in the dark. I can give you a ride. They had lots of luggage and all and I really felt sorry for them. And I arrived just in time to rescue them.

I have bought a lot of Dylan-CDs. Soon I'll have them all. I think Dylan must be The Artist in my life.

So there I was on a bus looking forward to see some friends of mine that afternoon. It was Friday and cloudy and lots of snow on the road and on the trees. I had my walkman with me and the only cd I played for the whole trip was a burnt cd with my favourite Bob Dylan-songs. And a thought came to me for the 20th time that Bobby D. might be my Woody G. :-) And why not try and write a song to Bob Dylan just like he did to Woody Guthrie?

I could see him dancing
He jumped around on one leg
He made his arms look like the wings of an airplane
And I heard him sing:

I want you
Dee deedee dee dee
I want you
Dee deedee dee dee
I want you
Dee deedee dee dee
Sooooo bad
Honey I want you

And I am so glad I found you
Dancing around in this song
Making my heart sing
Along with your:

I want you
Dee deedee dee dee
I want you
Dee deedee dee dee
I want you
Dee deedee dee dee
Sooooo bad
Honey I want you

I see your shades
Your hair is on fire
The wind grabs your coat
And you laugh