Leaving Amsterdam

All of a sudden we’re leaving. I got the arriving part, and now the leaving part, but I’m not really sure what happened to the Half Year in between. So the last couple of days have mainly consisted of packing, cleaning and saying our goodbyes. My suitcase almost closes, and I’m thinking that if I sit on it, we might manage to zip it up and bring all the stuff with us. But the zipping isn’t the hard part, even if there is way too much stuff in the suitcase, the hard part is the leaving.

Because somehow Amsterdam is our place by now. It’s not our only place, Bergen is also our place. But not all the places one lives in become one’s own.  I love this city, it’s so wonderful how it brings me so much peace, although it’s the biggest city I’ve ever lived in. I love the original second-hand shops that pop up wherever you go, the canals, the people, the cafés, de Jordaan, the way people treat dogs down here (there’s one in almost every shop, and they’re allowed to roam free everywhere), the huge trees that grow everywhere within the city, and Andy, who sells “Z-magazin” (the Dutch equivalent of “Megafon” or “=Oslo”) outside our grocery store and who is always amazingly nice and kind. I love the bikes, I love biking in Amsterdam, and awakening to the sound of accordion music at 10 am. And the mix of wonderfully different people from all over the world (half the people who live in Amsterdam weren’t born here). I love the free feeling and the tolerance. So Clichéisly enough, I will leave a part of me in Amsterdam, and the city of Amsterdam will always live in me.

I think that is more than enough emotional babbling, here are the last pictures from Amsterdam.

Kevin (taking the pictures), Cathie and me met Anne in the garden at the Prinsengracht dorm to say our goodbyes. We had Chablis and chocolate truffles, but it was kinda sad in spite of these delicious things.

Kevin and I said goobye to Franziska at de Magere Brug, which was also very nice, but kind of sad.

And finally, a couple of Amsterdam night roses for Amsterdam.

Astrids Amsterdambesøk nr. 2

Etter litt iherdig overtalelse bestemte mamma seg plutselig for å ta en impulstur til Amsterdam. Hun var her fra fredag til og med tirsdag:

Det ble “litt” shopping, og en del shoppingpauser på koselige kafféer.

Morgenene gikk med til koselige frokostsstunder og lange morgenkaffesamtaler.

Her er vi på en kjempekoselig kafé i “De negen straatjes” i Jordaan.

Et sted (vis a vis Retro en chick) traff vi på en svær katt som helst ville ha litt Irish coffee.

Det var alt i alt noen kjempefine og herlig avslappende dager som gikk alt for fort, men som ikke kommer til å bli glemt med det første.

Franatra og sjimpanje (eller; ferdig med førsteavdeling)

Etter å ha fullført eksamen i Social psychology and the self fant Cathrine og meg ut av at vi var nødt til å feire litt. Ikke bare hadde vi endelig sommerferie, men vi var ferdig med første avdeling (2,5 år (+ 1 årstudium)) av psykologistudiet! Feiringen ble gjennomført med sprudlevann, bringebær og Sinatra’s My way over høyttalerne.

Som Cathrine skriver var det en høytidelig og fin stund, som etter vært ble døpt “franatra og sjmpanje”

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Senere, samme dag, gikk Kevin og meg ut for å spise Sushi med Sølvi og en venn som plutselig var i Amsterdam. Vi endte til slutt opp i leiligheten vår i Sarphatistraat hvor vi mimret om gamle musikklinjedager for harde livet.

-> Sølvi i Sarphatistraat

500 gallons of airplane fuel

Just heard about this, happening not very far from our house back home in Bergen…

UPDATE: it seems all went well. There was a chance of the fire reaching a warehouse full of airplane fuel, but it’s over now; there’s just a very bad odour hanging around in Bergen at the moment.

Girls at De Magere Brug

I’ve received complaints about lacking updates, so although I really should be preparing for mye exam on Thursday, here’s a quick one:

A couple of weeks back we had a girls’ night out at our regular, De Magere Brug;

This is Cathie, Anne and me on the bridge the pub is named after. It is not very “mager” anymore, but apparently the bridge that occupied that place before the new on was built looked really “mager”, and then the name just remained the same.

All the girls:

Cathie,

Kayla,

Franzicka

Anne, and

Virag, making a rather funny, but really cute face.

Later that night, Cathie, Anne and me decided to go have wine on an actual bridge. Luckily we picked up some chairs (and some more people) along the way:

Anne, Ivan and Tiril

Cathie and Anne

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All in all it was a great night, and Amsterdam is so beautiful in the dark.

Heroes, Tikka Masala and Transfinite Induction

Tiril and I sometimes play this turn-based computer game called “Heroes of Might and Magic V” while we’re studying. Today I had a look at our list of saved games from this semester, and I think there’s a certain pattern in the names we give the games:

• Tikka Masala
• Maiskolbe (”corn on the cob”)
• ISN
• alltid sloss (”always fight”)
• masala kapstok
• Kryss-entropi
• Lindeman (a psychologist)
• Expectation Maximation
• Eksponeringstid
• treige jevler (”slow..bastards(?)”)
• vaartegn (”signs of spring”, this one’s from March)
• runrunrun
• tannpirker (”tooth pick”)
• hengendeneppe (???)
• toppenavingenting
• Zermelo-Fraenkel Axioms
• comstockery
• Transfinite & Epsilon Induction
• Godt Smor (”good/salted butter”)
• Ferdig med Sag & Bender!!!
• Construction Grammar

Hmm. Other than our obvious obsession with food, I see that names related to my courses seem to outnumber Tiril’s by 6 to 1.

But then last semester it was all Ericsson, Sullivan and Klein.

Birthday

Last week, on the 22nd of May, I turned twentyhummuhnuh.

Tiril and I sat by the Binnen-Amstel and had some white wine, then went out to eat before we took the subway to Bijlmer Arena. Tiril had got me (among other things such as “The Well-Dressed Gentleman’s Pocket Guide”) tickets for Cirque du Soleil’s show Varekai (’whenever’ in Romani).

Le Cirque has been in Amsterdam for some months now, and we got to see one of the last performances. The show was absolutely amazing. The control and precision of the trapeze artists, dancers, gymnasts and jugglers was on a par with classical ballet performances. The costumes, song and use of lighting created a magical atmosphere, not like any circus I’ve ever been to, but rather the way going to a circus should make you feel. Even the ‘clowns’ were actually funny and original. I don’t think pictures and movies quite do it justice.

A very good birthday celebration.

17th of May

17th of May is a national celebration day in Norway, mainly because in 1814 the constitution of Norway was signed may 17th, at Eidsvoll. In Norway, or at least i Flekkefjord, 17th of may looks kind like this. So it was in fact quite strange being in Amsterdam without any red, white and blue flags, and without anyone wearing bunads and without russ doing stupid things. Anyway, we tried to celebrate a bit on our own, but since the 17th of May celebration tend to involve a lot of people in Norway, and the only Norwegian (Cathie) we know in Amsterdam went to Rotterdam to spend the day, it was a really different 17th of May.

At least we had a Real 17th of May breakfast, with strawberries

And I celebrated (?) by buying a new lens, EF 50mm f/1.8 ||, for my camera I’ m really happy with it because it takes great portraits. I think the lighting in these two pictures are so much better then the lighting in my earlier “portraits”. (And these are the first pictures taken with the new lens, at Cafè Espirit, where we had our 17th of May lunch).

So all in all it was a good day (but these are the days one misses one’s family..)

Shannon and Ørnulf in Amsterdam

This time Kevin’s parents came to visit us. They stayed for about 4 days, including Queen’s Day. We had a great time just walking around in the city, enjoying the beautiful weather.

We met a couple of velocipedes

And looked at gekraakt (squatted) houses

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Queen’s Day, April 30th, is a celebration of the queen’s birthday. Actually, it’s not the current queen’s birthday, but the birthday of an earlier queen. Anyway, the whole country go mad in Orange - there are orange wigs, hats, clothes, boats and the likes everywhere! The reason for this is that the royal family’s last name is actually Oranie (as in Orange).

Orange boats

Orange Lady

Notice the orange banner attached to the flag, and the orange hat in the background

Shannon even had to get an orange T-shirt

(more pictures here)

Nick Cave in Amsterdam

Yesterday we saw Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds live

They played at Heineken Music Hall. Since the big Heineken Brouwerij (brewery) building is just a 5 minute bike ride away, we took our bikes out about 90 minutes before they were supposed to be on stage and rode over there. Unfortunately, Heineken Brouwerij is not the same as Heineken Music Hall. Doh. Fortunately, the metro in Amsterdam is very reliable, and Amsterdammers give very good directions.

Nick Cave has an amazing stage presence. There were some minor glitches, one organ stopped working, one line forgotten from a song — funny, but none of it detracting from the performance. The Bad Seeds had two guys playing drums and three guys alternating on organ, guitar, bass, concert flute and an electric violin played like a guitar; the drum rhythms got incredibly complex at times.

But, the audience was a bit … spiritless. Maybe Dutch people just don’t make that much noise during concerts? At the end of the concert, Tiril’s voice was all spent from trying to yell (and sing) for a dozen people at once.

UPDATE: According to a Native Amsterdammer™, the Heineken Music Hall is built especially so that each audience member’s own voice is flung back at them. I guess that might explain the lack of audience noise?