Archive for Month: July 2017

Ask me anything

July 26th is not only Helen Mirren’s, Keving Spacey’s, Kate Beckinsale’s and Sandra Bullock’s birthday, it’s the date symbolizing it’s time for the annual Q&A on my blog. It’s been exactly a year since last time, so please go ahead and ask me anything.

You can either use the comments section on this post, or the contact form in the menu above. Whatever floats your boat.

You already know that I dislike mainstream blog trends — which is why this only happens once a year — but you know, sometimes I feel like living up to my name as a so-called blogger.

So don’t be afriad to ask. The bar is low.

If you stumbled upon this “marvelous” site of mine just recently, you can read my answers from last year by clicking on the links below:

Q&A Part 1
Q&A Part 2
Q&A Part 3

If you’ve been with me for another full year; HIGH FIVE to you! You’re awesome.


My life as an adrenalin junkie

I don’t need a microscope to see where my high jump spikes once sliced my thigh open; the marks from the stitches are still there, and as I run my palms down my left shin I remember what a once-broken tibia feels like. The crackling sounds of worn out ankle-ligaments and a torn meniscus remind me of a time where no pain meant no gain, and ibuprofen was a part of any well-balanced meal.

Even if I don’t do competitive sports anymore, there are some traces of it that will always be a part of me: the physical marks, the memories, and the hunger for adrenalin.

While my enthusiasm for competitive sports was drowned by injuries, I still allow myself to indulge in the pleasures of a good adrenalin-high from time to time.

I do have to restrain myself though, because if I were to let loose my inner adrenalin junkie at all times, you’d probably see me flying out of planes as a skydiver five times a day, and I wouldn’t have gotten much else done.

But as a younger and less responsible human, I was not quite as advanced in this restraining thing. I won’t go into any details, but I’m pretty lucky things went as well as they did.

I actually think track helped tame that side of me; I stopped doing all those irresponsible stunts when I realized how much I disliked crutches, concussions and having to sit out track meets because of it.



My tool for self-restraint is to pretend I don’t even like those extreme things. When people ask me if I’d ever skydive, for example, I usually respond with a plain “no.” Not because I wouldn’t want to do it, but because I wouldn’t want the few minutes of pure excitement to jeopardize what I consider to be my real mission in life.

I don’t believe I was put on this earth to live for the short pleasures of extreme sports. Maybe some people are, but I know that–despite all temptation–it’s not what I was sent here for.

However, when smaller non-life threatening opportunities come my way, I do take them.

Like earlier this week, when my dear childhood-friend, Espen, asked me to join a tree top-park:


I admit it’s probably more “dangerous” than watching TV, but safer than skydiving — so it’s pretty safe.

Note: Espen is a little less good at restraining himself, (skydiving and bungee-jumping are some of his special skills) but I need to make sure I don’t become a wimp, so this was a perfect dose of adventure.

Oh, by the way, the closest to skydiving I’ve allowed myself to go was at Universal Studios in LA:

I’m not sure what was more entertaining; flying in the windtunnel or watching the creepy guy that followed me around attempt to fly in the tunnel after me. He’s not in the video, but all I can say is that he was high on other things than adrenalin… “Tumbling weed” is the only word that comes to mind when I think about his face getting smushed onto the glass walls in between every uncontrolled tumble. Maybe a rag doll in a dryer gives you a proper visual?

Thanks for reading along, and have a wonderful weekend!

Bless you,

Bridging the Gap

Good afternoon!

I’m just stopping by for a quick hello before I head to work. I’m working a 60-hour week, but I missed running my own little “publication” here, so figured I had to make time for a new post.

Anyway, in my previous post I told you that my fellow filmmaker and dear friend, Sarah Kocher, was on her way to Norway!

Any new readers may not have noticed that Sarah’s name has appeared on this blog quite frequently through these past two years: Sarah and I studied journalism at Augustana, and produced the documentary “Over the Bridge” together in 2016.

She made it safely to Haugesund, and I must say that I’ve never seen anyone as enthusiastic about EVERYTHING as her, haha. Apparently, Norway has a lot more to offer than I notice in my everyday-life, and I really quite enjoyed seeing my hometown through a pair of foreign eyes for a few days.

The weather wasn’t half-bad either, so we made sure to explore the outdoorsy places I never even think about when I’m here.

I’ll keep this brief, but we did, among other things, find time to do our signature pose:

You know, the one we do everywhere, even on red (or in this case, black) carpets. Such classy ladies.

At the Sioux Empire Film Festival April Match 2016. Photo: Rachel Johnston.

– Not sure which of these pictures summarize our friendship best though …

Our complete lack of normal tourist-pictures should testify that we had a wonderful time, because we did! #Blessed

It’s funny that after I wrote the post “With a foot on each continent” I have found that the gap I was talking about, has been bridged little by little. And the distance between “my two lives” doesn’t feel as huge anymore.

Since I already talked a lot about bridges, this may feel like a metaphoric overload, but did you know that the copper they used to build the Statue of Liberty in New York was imported from Karmøy? (An island right outside Haugesund)

So here I am, with less than five weeks left until I move to new York City, taking a picture of Miss Liberty’s Norwegian sister, herself — in Norway!

‘Tis a small world, indeed.

And from one topic to another, I want to thank you again, for your continous response on my post, Bite the Dust. I never would have predicted it would be received the way it did – and it made its way around despite the fact that the “sharing button” didn’t even work! Wow. Thank you.

Have a blessed afternoon!


Bouncing into eternity

Good evening!

I want to thank you all for the wonderful response on my last post “Bite the Dust.” Before I decided to publish it, I felt like I was about to put myself into a den of wolves, because it’s a sensitive topic and you never know how posts of such a nature will be received. But thanks so much for all the nice comments and emails! Some of you even approached me in person to tell me how much you liked it. Wow, thank you! Several of you said you wanted to share it on Facebook, but couldn’t because there was something wrong with the link. I apologize for the technical issues, but my IT-guy fixed it, so feel free to share it now instead, haha. (As a temporary side-effect of the technical issues, some of you may have a rather… over-sized… picture above, but I hope you don’t mind).

Anyway, I just started my summer job as a reporter at Haugesunds Avis (a regional newspaper in Norway), and I actually like it even more this year. It’s nice to do something that doesn’t involve exams and homework, and it feels good to get back into some routines again.

This year I work as a front journalist as well as a regular news reporter, which means I’m in charge of all the breaking news, online layout and some copy editing in addition to actual writing. You all know that as a journalist I prefer to delve into deep complex feature stories, characterizations and portrait interviews rather than typical news stories, but front journalism is right up there with the features. You’d be surprised by how much happens in a town like Haugesund, I’m just saying.

I did, for example, spend a significant amount of time covering a runaway kangaroo this week. Yup, a kangaroo — in Norway. I hate to tell you that Norway isn’t quite as exotic as it sounds in this very moment, and that it ran away from a zoo, but well. The story about this bouncy Australian creature flourished on national news, and I felt like I was writing updates on a bigtime celebrity. I named her “Skippy” and we really grew quite close through these regular quotes from the Zoo-owner, and the videos from people who suddenly stumbled upon her on their way to work. You can only imagine how it felt to hear that my dear Skippy-roo had to be put down. May she bounce into eternity.

Right now I just got back from a family reunion in Bergen. I haven’t seen my cousins, uncles and aunts in a year, so this was simply fantastic.

And tomorrow, I’m expecting another special visitor. My dear friend and co-producer of Over the Bridge, Sarah Kocher is coming to visit!

You’ll hear from us in a few days.

Photo: Mirjam Lavelle.

Bless you,

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