fredag 11. august 2017
lørdag 19. januar 2013
onsdag 12. desember 2012
Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know (feat. Kimbra) - official video
You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadnessLike resignation to the end, always the end .. ..
onsdag 18. april 2012
søndag 4. mars 2012
Tomme skyskrapere, forfalne luksushoteller og gjengrodde fornøyelsesparker. Økonomihistoriker Jan Jörnmark viser hva som skjer når økonomiske bobler sprekker.
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onsdag 8. februar 2012
lørdag 4. februar 2012
torsdag 26. januar 2012
søndag 8. januar 2012
søndag 20. november 2011
Vollmond (Full Moon) by Pina Bausch
..i wait i wait i wait i wait and then i cry and cry and cry and cry and then i wait
lørdag 19. november 2011
mandag 14. november 2011
søndag 13. november 2011
torsdag 10. november 2011
onsdag 9. november 2011
lørdag 5. november 2011
fredag 4. november 2011
tirsdag 25. oktober 2011
mandag 24. oktober 2011
søndag 23. oktober 2011
Lil Kim***Put it in my mouth
My baby left me
Left me sad and blue
I didn't know what to do
Without my baby, baby, baby,
And then I met his best friend
... And then he took me to his house
And I said...I said...I said...
(What you said baby)
Let me tell you what I said
Put it in my mouth
torsdag 20. oktober 2011
lørdag 15. oktober 2011
fredag 14. oktober 2011
torsdag 29. september 2011
tirsdag 13. september 2011
LOCATION
Ser ganske nitrist akkurat ut nå (tirsdag 13. september 2011 12:30:00,
men det er herfra vi skal filme. (bildet oppdateres).
men det er herfra vi skal filme. (bildet oppdateres).
mandag 12. september 2011
lørdag 10. september 2011
torsdag 25. august 2011
fredag 19. august 2011
torsdag 18. august 2011
fredag 5. august 2011
I can’t believe it’s not bread-brød
8 egg
1 boks kesam
2 ss bakepulver
8 ss linfrø
170 gram kruskakli
100 gram sesamfrø
90 gram solsikkefrø
100 gram pistasjnøtter
100 gram valnøtter
6 ss rapsolje
1 liten klype maldonsalt
Pisk eggene lett og bland i kesam og olje. Grovhakk nøttene og bland de tørre ingrediensene. Tilsett det tørre og bland sammen til deigen har en litt “kladdete” konsistens. Ha bakepapir i brødformene og stek på 180 grader i 55 minutter.
1 boks kesam
2 ss bakepulver
8 ss linfrø
170 gram kruskakli
100 gram sesamfrø
90 gram solsikkefrø
100 gram pistasjnøtter
100 gram valnøtter
6 ss rapsolje
1 liten klype maldonsalt
Pisk eggene lett og bland i kesam og olje. Grovhakk nøttene og bland de tørre ingrediensene. Tilsett det tørre og bland sammen til deigen har en litt “kladdete” konsistens. Ha bakepapir i brødformene og stek på 180 grader i 55 minutter.
onsdag 27. juli 2011
tirsdag 26. juli 2011
Bun Bo (Grilled Lemongrass Beef Noodle Salad)
About This Recipe
"From a Vietnamese recipe website, this is delicious, very healthy and perfect for those warm summer days.
Ingredients
o 225 g rice vermicelli
o 450 g beef, flank steaks or round beef, cut into strips
o 1 onions, peeled and finely chopped
o 3 garlic cloves, peeled
o 2 stalks lemongrass, finely chopped
o 1 teaspoon salt
o 1/2 teaspoon fresh ground black pepper
o 1/2 teaspoon curry powder (optional)
o 1 tablespoon fish sauce
o 200 g lettuce, shredded
o 1 cucumbers, peeled and shredded
o 225 g bean sprouts
o 40 g fresh mint leaves
o 40 g coriander, coarsely chopped ( cilantro)
o 150 g carrots, shredded
o 100 g crushed roasted peanuts
Directions
1. To make the marinade paste, pound the onion, garlic and lemongrass with a mortar and pestle or with a food processor until coarse. Add in the salt, black pepper, curry powder if desired, and fish sauce. Stir mixture over the beef and marinate for 1 hour or overnight if possible.
2. Bring a saucepan of water to the boil, add the vermicelli noodles and cook for 3-5 minutes or until tender. Drain, refresh under cold water, drain again and set aside.
3. Thread the meat strips onto the bamboo skewers. Grill till done to taste.
4. To serve, place a portion of noodles in a large soup bowl. Then place the beef, lettuce, cucumber, bean sprouts, mint leaves, fresh coriander, carrot and 1 teaspoon crushed peanuts on top of the noodles. Dress the ingredients with 2 tablespoons nuoc cham, or more to taste - I use around 4 tablespoons for each serving. Toss the ingredients together and serve. Repeat the process for each serving.
"From a Vietnamese recipe website, this is delicious, very healthy and perfect for those warm summer days.
Ingredients
o 225 g rice vermicelli
o 450 g beef, flank steaks or round beef, cut into strips
o 1 onions, peeled and finely chopped
o 3 garlic cloves, peeled
o 2 stalks lemongrass, finely chopped
o 1 teaspoon salt
o 1/2 teaspoon fresh ground black pepper
o 1/2 teaspoon curry powder (optional)
o 1 tablespoon fish sauce
o 200 g lettuce, shredded
o 1 cucumbers, peeled and shredded
o 225 g bean sprouts
o 40 g fresh mint leaves
o 40 g coriander, coarsely chopped ( cilantro)
o 150 g carrots, shredded
o 100 g crushed roasted peanuts
Directions
1. To make the marinade paste, pound the onion, garlic and lemongrass with a mortar and pestle or with a food processor until coarse. Add in the salt, black pepper, curry powder if desired, and fish sauce. Stir mixture over the beef and marinate for 1 hour or overnight if possible.
2. Bring a saucepan of water to the boil, add the vermicelli noodles and cook for 3-5 minutes or until tender. Drain, refresh under cold water, drain again and set aside.
3. Thread the meat strips onto the bamboo skewers. Grill till done to taste.
4. To serve, place a portion of noodles in a large soup bowl. Then place the beef, lettuce, cucumber, bean sprouts, mint leaves, fresh coriander, carrot and 1 teaspoon crushed peanuts on top of the noodles. Dress the ingredients with 2 tablespoons nuoc cham, or more to taste - I use around 4 tablespoons for each serving. Toss the ingredients together and serve. Repeat the process for each serving.
torsdag 21. juli 2011
lørdag 2. juli 2011
fredag 1. juli 2011
torsdag 16. juni 2011
tirsdag 14. juni 2011
Here and Now
by Stephen Dunn
for Barbara
There are words
I've had to save myself from,
like My Lord and Blessed Mother,
words I said and never meant,
though I admit a part of me misses
the ornamental stateliness
of High Mass, that smell
of incense. Heaven did exist,
I discovered, but was reciprocal
and momentary, like lust
felt at exactly the same time—
two mortals, say, on a resilient bed,
making a small case for themselves.
You and I became the words
I'd say before I'd lay me down to sleep,
and again when I'd wake—wishful
words, no belief in them yet.
It seemed you'd been put on earth
to distract me
from what was doctrinal and dry.
Electricity may start things,
but if they're to last
I've come to understand
a steady, low-voltage hum
of affection
must be arrived at. How else to offset
the occasional slide
into neglect and ill temper?
I learned, in time, to let heaven
go its mythy way, to never again
be a supplicant
of any single idea. For you and me
it's here and now from here on in.
Nothing can save us, nor do we wish
to be saved.
Let night come
with its austere grandeur,
ancient superstitions and fears.
It can do us no harm.
We'll put some music on,
open the curtains, let things darken
as they will.
for Barbara
There are words
I've had to save myself from,
like My Lord and Blessed Mother,
words I said and never meant,
though I admit a part of me misses
the ornamental stateliness
of High Mass, that smell
of incense. Heaven did exist,
I discovered, but was reciprocal
and momentary, like lust
felt at exactly the same time—
two mortals, say, on a resilient bed,
making a small case for themselves.
You and I became the words
I'd say before I'd lay me down to sleep,
and again when I'd wake—wishful
words, no belief in them yet.
It seemed you'd been put on earth
to distract me
from what was doctrinal and dry.
Electricity may start things,
but if they're to last
I've come to understand
a steady, low-voltage hum
of affection
must be arrived at. How else to offset
the occasional slide
into neglect and ill temper?
I learned, in time, to let heaven
go its mythy way, to never again
be a supplicant
of any single idea. For you and me
it's here and now from here on in.
Nothing can save us, nor do we wish
to be saved.
Let night come
with its austere grandeur,
ancient superstitions and fears.
It can do us no harm.
We'll put some music on,
open the curtains, let things darken
as they will.
mandag 13. juni 2011
søndag 12. juni 2011
Miracles
by Walt Whitman
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of
the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with
the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—
the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?
by Walt Whitman
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of
the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with
the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—
the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?
tirsdag 7. juni 2011
mandag 16. mai 2011
I don't want to use my name!
(...)
Woman in front of a poster of herself.
You still don't have a face.
She may kill me,
it depends on whether she's hungry.
Inside these images
there's nothing but a pumping
bloodsoaked...
Clearly, everything I said
and did,
was a long shot.
We didn't hear a word.
What have you ever heard.
Woman in front of a poster of herself.
You still don't have a face.
She may kill me,
it depends on whether she's hungry.
Inside these images
there's nothing but a pumping
bloodsoaked...
Clearly, everything I said
and did,
was a long shot.
We didn't hear a word.
What have you ever heard.
onsdag 11. mai 2011
mandag 9. mai 2011
søndag 8. mai 2011
lørdag 7. mai 2011
torsdag 5. mai 2011
tirsdag 3. mai 2011
When I was in the brig
Every single woman there
Was in that brig because of a man
Different reasons, yes
But it was because of a man
And when you join the military
No matter what anybody says
It’s a mans world
You’ve got to either equal men or
Be controlled by men
If you want to be their equal
You’ve got to be strong
Their gonna try to control you
You need to just step up and tell them
You know; show them
Who’s the boss
I’m not gonna take that
I’m not gonna let you power me
You know, control me
Because I’m a woman and you’re a man
It’s not gonna happen
Even though it’s the military, I mean hell
If you’re in the military; you’ve got a gun
Use it
If I would have thought about that back then, by God I would have
But, I was blinded by being in love, with a man
Every single woman there
Was in that brig because of a man
Different reasons, yes
But it was because of a man
And when you join the military
No matter what anybody says
It’s a mans world
You’ve got to either equal men or
Be controlled by men
If you want to be their equal
You’ve got to be strong
Their gonna try to control you
You need to just step up and tell them
You know; show them
Who’s the boss
I’m not gonna take that
I’m not gonna let you power me
You know, control me
Because I’m a woman and you’re a man
It’s not gonna happen
Even though it’s the military, I mean hell
If you’re in the military; you’ve got a gun
Use it
If I would have thought about that back then, by God I would have
But, I was blinded by being in love, with a man
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