"OID is..."

Got this idea from Sehlat, Alison and Paul

By typing my initials+is into Google search I get those definitions:

The definition of OID is in chapter 28
OID is ambiguous
OID is correct
OID is stored
OID is known
OID is nonzero
OID is not recognized by the server
OID is in process
an OID is an OID is an OID is an OID...
OID is invalid
OID is primitive
OID is a rare commodity indeed
The importance of an OID is its uniqueness

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 23:11

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No competition

I am convinced that the television stations are in favour of people going away for vacation. People still pay their dues. But as they don't see the programs they have no reason to complain. I like staying at home during vacation time. Come evening I sometimes want to unwind infront of the TV. And what do I get? Something outdated, re-run, no story, poor conversation and faded colours. These are the "once-were-famous-films". I know people who have TVs in their summer huts and they complain too. They go away for the weekend and take one along so they will not miss out on anything only to discover they aren't, even without one.

It's amazing that all the channels seem to have the same goal: to keep the audience away from TV.

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 22:51

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The why's and what-for's

I've been reading the book "Man's search for meaning" by Viktor Frankl.

The point it makes is that finding a purpose for life, what ever the situation may be, is what matters for mental well being. I am always touched by inspiring books such as this one. An interview with Frankl at the age of 90 is well worth the effort reading. He obviously practiced what he preached.

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 22:04

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This place ain't big enough for the four of us

I do everything I can in order not to do what I must. What excuse can I come up with next? We just obtained more cardboard boxes so... let's get on with the show. We really have to get a bigger place.

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 12:38

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Much a do about a lot of things?

My home is getting a make-over.

Come monday morning, a mason will pour concrete on our kitchen floor and tile our hallway. He said it takes four days. I believe it when I see it. A carpenter will put new glass in a number of windows and built something around pipes in the kitchen ceiling. Then a house painter will come and do a lot of plaster work and paint our kitchen.

Before they can start any of this, we have to pack much of our stuff, clear the kitchen completely, rip of the linoleum in the kitchen and the carpet in the hallway. Then we have to try and make the place habitable again.

We have to move out for a week, at least. I miss my bed already.

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 23:52

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Why wait?

Some people use this excuse: "I did it because I could."

I have none. Comments are up. But they need a make-over.

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 22:50

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No comments, ...yet

I just made comments available on the icelandic blog. It will be here too, soon. I changed the comment's template, aided by my patient husband, different colours to match my blog's template. I suppose I have to create a new account with the comments network as I intend to change the default texts to have them in Icelandic. That, however, will not be favoured by my international readers.

Now, wasn't that presumptuous?

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 22:28

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Surprise parade

Our children have never been fans of parades. I am, as long as I can hear the brass band. This is a conflict of interest in which I waiver mine, if necessary, to maintain the image of a happy family.

We didn’t parade yesterday. We were in the park half an hour earlier than the expected passing by of the parade. Our younger son jumped from one air castle to another, having the time of his life, not having to wear his patience out in long queues. The crowd was yet to come.

As I sought some shelter from the wind beside a cluster of bushes, I heard the merry sound of brass instruments draw on me. The parade emerged on the next street. Much to my surprise it took a right turn off the street instead of crossing the bridge ahead it always does and wound its way on to the path I was standing by. I thought: “What a nice surprise, I get my parade after all.”

Up front were scouts carrying our national flag and behind them marched the brass band in forrest green uniforms with golden cords and tassels. As they closed in on me, they suddenly took a sharp right turn off the path and halted two meters right infront of me! And then I thought: “Who arranged this for me?”

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 21:40

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Oh, happy day!

This day is our national day, the day we established our republic in 1944. Iceland's parliament is the oldest in the world, established in 930 A.D. Iceland was settled in 874 A.D. It came under Norwegian regime in the 1200's and then under the Danish one in the 1600's. (In case my history knowledge is getting rusty, I will edit this post later).

My husband and I took our younger son down town for the celebration.

Today is also the one year anniversary of the Icelandic version of Christian Depression Pages. Way to go!

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 21:56

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The way to a woman's heart

It's a bit funny that the Swedish Chef turned up on my page. Before my husband and I became an item, impersonating the Chef was his most famous perfomance. People asked him to do the Chef. I vividly recall him sitting on the roof of a car (!) with wooden spoons in his hands, waving them in the air, babbling.

He cooks every now and then. He stopped waving the spoons while cooking when he had to clean up the mess himself (overstatement mine).

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 08:44

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	Yuoo ere-a zee Svedeesh Cheff! Yuoo ere-a a guud cuuk, thuoogh yuoo cun't speek Ingleesh fery vell. Bork Bork Bork!
Take the What Muppet Are You? Quiz!

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 13:03

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Wonders never cease

I found this incredible place in the middle of Reykjavik yesterday. There is a walkway on one side of the busiest street in town. It winds in between trees and on to a street with homes.

At the end of the path is a grove of firtrees. The trees are high and close so that they form a tightly woven roof above the path.

It was wonderous to stand in the shade, hearing the roaring accompaniment of bypassing traffic, seeing single strays of sunlight which dared to pierce through the branches. For a moment this place was encased in a magic dome, which would have made it invisible to others standing by. When I walked out of the grove, the sun poured on me, as if I had just walked out of a painting on a wall. I imagined that the grove had shut behind me so that no one knew about the entrance but I.

Let's share this little secret.

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 09:46

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Footloose

I'm back in training. I was a financial benefactor of a fitness center for two years. I gave them money every month. There must be others as generous as I because there are so many fitness centers. Why did I donate money regularly? It's not because I am a fitness fanatic who wants to keep them in business or trying to help those establishments lower their fees so that more people will exercise.

For a whole year I went there and exercised 3 times a week. I really got in shape. My breathing improved and my muscles got stronger. By the end of the year it didn't hurt anymore when my heart pounded when I worked out. Instead it became a good feeling, assuring me I was alive and well. And there was a bonus. Without dieting I went down two sizes.

Then I stopped going. I'm not sure why but in a way this was too good to be true. However, as I had made a three year commitment I was stuck with the subscription. There was a time I daydreamed about all that I could have done with the money they got from me without having to provide me with anything in return. I didn't just loose money. I also lost the feeling of well being. I wonder how often we forfeit a bigger gain for a lesser loss.

I'm not paying for training this time. Instead I take walks. My goal is to walk for 90 minutes straight. I do 30 minutes minimum every day now. I did three times half an hour today. That's 90 minutes alltogether. A small deamon is whispering, "that's cheating". There's an angel too who answers back, "you suck a mathematics".

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 21:34

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Medusa

The myth of Medusa has held me captive of the WWW tonight. Actually, some people kind of like turn into stone while gazing at the screen. I know I can when I'm higly concentrated.

Medusa's is a tragic story. It's interesting how the myth has changed along with culture, reflecting the change in social structures.

An interesting essay is about Medusa in myth and literary history


Another one is by Alicia Le Van

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 00:16

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Paradise regained

The kichen’s window sill got a thorough cleaning yesterday. As we live on a ground floor, this window sill, as all the others, becomes a popular recreation spot for tiny, red, innocuous grasbugs during summer. We have been able to limit their access to this paradise by the aid of a bug-pen. We just drew an invisible line across the window sill and the bugs passed away almost as soon as they crossed the line.

My husband went to the gas station for fresh supplies of the efficient chemical weapon. The shop clerk told him this product was completely removed from the marked because it contained dangerous stuff.

Well, that’s why we used it. I cannot believe that the bugs fooled us by playing dead.

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 21:56

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Premiere

My Icelandic web-annal was launched yesterday. Why bother writing in english too? Because the only people likely to read it (apart from my husband, the gem that he is) are english speaking.

As I returned to work today after 6 weeks absence I chuckled: "I've got a blog, I've got a blog!"
The response: "Pardon, what's that?"
No sense serving pearls to p.....

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 20:05

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