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How to cook pizza on a stovetop
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To identify a person’s nationality by appearance,
accent, and flirtation style
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To ski
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That I need to live near mountains
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The tension between the beauty of belonging and the
cruelty of exclusion
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When to say “takk for maten, “takk for meg,” and “takk
for sist”
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The glaciers are shrinking
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Several systems of grading, none of which achieve
perfect objectivity
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How to be Jewish without a community or rabbi
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How wonderful it is to be Jewish without a community or
rabbi
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Enough Norwegian to be on the cusp of fluency
· Contentment
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The rudiments of salsa dancing
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The pros and cons of an egalitarian education system
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Rain is relative
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A new way to express the ugly duckling adage: even
willow goblins blossom into lushness
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Germans are intellectual, Italians playful, Russians
depressed, the Irish mischievous, and the Spanish will grab your butt without
warning
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Those birds I thought so beautiful at the start of the
year are magpies, and therefore evil
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“American” is a tricky term, subject to many conditions
and emendations
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To look on each little hindrance as a jest and each
great one as the foreshadowing of victory
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That I never want to stop teaching, and must never stop learning, so that I always have something to teach
A part of me worries that this is it; I’ve just had the
best year of my life and nothing will ever beat this. Then I remember that I
get to keep going, taking this year with me, and my mood lightens and breaks
into elation.
Takk to all who made this year wonderful. Bergen is the most
vakkert, nydelig, koselig city in the world, and I already long to come back.
Ha det bra, Bergen. So long, and thanks for all the fish.
Pictures from last week:
On the ferry |
Surveying the terrain |
Can you see me up at the top? |
Naomi exulting in her first fjord |
Lysefjord |
Chilling on Preikestolen |
Picking a good spot to build my farm and live forever |
Yoga poses! |
On top of the world... |
How much do you like Bergen? |
Yoga on top of Floyen |
My kids can bake! See the WJ? It's for "writing journal." Love. |
Me and the bakers |
I only cried AFTER this picture |
Nordnes at sunset |