Last night I had problems about to choose my opning of this blogg, and of all, in my search to find out what kind of stuff Google may choose to to with my newly created account, or rather, what they will do, I did forget the most logical start: a fairly short, and quite informative Introduction to Me. But first; mr Michael Chertoff, Secretary for Homeland Security, I'm not THAT dangerous, and Marianna Mikko, member of Committee on Culture and Education in the EU Parlament; I'm not too happy about you eighter!
Anyway; about me then:
There isn't much to tell before the hunting season 2004, despite a goald medal in javaline throw in a regional championship and a heroic preformance in triple jump the same year. During the 2004 hunt a way too brave middle sized blackcock with in critical needs of skills in camouflage took a flight 10 meters in front of the Undersigned's shotgun an did in that way create a lot of confusion. Left the dark forest of the Eastern Norway August 2006 after a long time sosiocultural grindlock between the ruling class of the village and the Undersigned. Entered a volunteery exile in Bergen, and did soon apply for residence permit on a permanent basis. This, however, footing in a genuine fear of reprisals from fundamentalistic citizens of the village and other Loyalist movements among next of kinds after the Undersigned was observed wearing a SK Brann scarf, enjoying a Gold Beer and openly singing "Nystemten" in Bergen, October 2007...among quite a number of locals. Breveheart opened Undersigned's eyes for the British Isles in an early age, and a adoration for red hair and whiskey did result in a number of journeys on varying reasons. Got more tast of whisky during a social occasion at Laksevåg the winter of 2006/07 and once again during the aftermath of "Carmen" the following autumn. Natural born Competitor -but with faith in a gouvermental regulated ecconomy, a public health system and public schools- saw other heading for academics abroad, refused to budge January 08, and entered the Mother of all Application prosecces. Landed on the feet at Dublin International Airport in August. Operating daily as a political semi-independent in moste public debates, part time commentator in the fields of politics and culture, but do daily search for new businesses.
Today's correspondance:
"Formal" Welcome Reception for International Students. First, dear International Office, define FORMAL. Particulary since you ask peopel to arrive in their National Dresses and tells us that we needs the invitation to enter. For me, as a man that want to show the peopel who actually HAVE a dress like that and arrives in it the respect by showing up dressed in a proper maner; it's a BIT embarrassing to be "the only" student wearing tie and suit! Anyway, it's a matter of style and image. Tho, wearing that dress also was the very peak of the day. Since I went to the Reception in the suit a was, compared with the standard Uni outfit, quite well dressed. And, belive me, the way peopel act when they meets you... Or better, some of lads playing football at the fields manage to miss the ball over the safety net: I get an 16 men's ovation for fetching the ball, in black suit, and throwing it back. They also consistently addressed me as "Sir"; Sorry, Sir, the ball", "Grand, Sir", "Thank you, Sir". THAT, I repeat myself, THAT make a hell of a impression at a simple Norwegian countryside ladd. One extra point to the Irish.
UCD Campus, 8.30PM, GMT
Soundtrack, "In the House - In a Heartbeat" from 28 Days Later.
UCD is huge. Not that 22.000 students are a that many, but all together. The entire Campus. Vaste, and at the Northern part of it mainly consist of a huge plain where it's some constructions going on at day day, and a set of rugby/football fields. By night it's dark, no lamp posts, nothing, just the orange coloured light from the City who rises abow the roof tops outside the Campus wall. There I vent, just a short walk, quite peaceful, in a sharp contrast to the dramatic scenes from this soundtrack. Everyone who have seen 28 Days Later know this track. It's the very ecense of the movie, the last touch who make the British apocalyptic style several divisions better than the American one. Anyway, for those not familiar to the movie, close your eyes, think about a deserted London, empty in a way that you can see that peopel left in a hurry, and the zombie lookalikes back..raveing the empty streets. Then, back to Belfield. I'm walking across the empty rugby field and when I look backwards I can only see the lighted area some 100 meters behind me. The light is quite bright against all the darkness around, it's a bit rain falling, I can only see the shaddows of some containers near the "road" and the iron fences behind them again. Then, out of this neo-gothic surroundings, three runners. THAT'S a kind of creepy...but in a horror-like way; rather poetic.
(Illustration of the nightly activities around UCD's rugby field, taken from 28 Days Later)
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