Lucky queen of f**king everything!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on June 1, 2009 by libber

I’ve been living in New York for about 9 months now. It’s something else. But I guess that’s considered a well known and long established fact. After all, there’s no city like New York City, right? Right! Nevertheless, it never fails to amaze me, to blow me off my feet, to put the biggest grin on my face. That skyline… All the Kaiser Chiefs are screaming inside my head: “Oh my god, I can’t believe it, I’ve never been this far away from home”! Everytime I’m soaring above it in a plane or racing under it in a train, I cannot believe it, that I’m actually here.

My favorite recurring New York moment is when my best husband in the www (whole wide world) decides we’re better off taking the car than the Long Island Rail Road when we’re going to the city. Like the other day. We where running way late for a Franz Ferdinand gig at the Roseland Ballroom in the Theater District. Like something out of a movie we missed the train by inches, centimeters, whatever. We were left standing at the station like two sweet teethed kids watching the ice cream truck drive past them. (With their hands full of designated ice cream money.) After a couple of phrases I would not repeat in public my husband decided to go for it, to take the car, to drive into Manhattan himself. Important to know is that this doesn’t happen very often. Actually, it hadn’t happened at all, it was the first time. I mean, we drove to Brooklyn a couple of times, but nothing spells New York City like Manhattan.

Anyways, the skyline as we crossed the East River, unbeatable! It was dark, yet illuminated, late night, yet it felt like dawn, crowded, yet we were on top of the world, baby! And you can bet both your cash and your nest egg (or whatever’s left of it by now) I joined the crowd at the Roseland 30 minutes later: “And now I know, now I know, now I know, I know that it’s you, You’re Lucky, lucky, you’re so lucky”!

Brooklyn Bridge


Manhattan skyline – day dressed as night, design by photoshop:

New York Million Dollar Skyline

When I hear the word culture I sometimes take out my checkbook

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on May 12, 2009 by libber

Part of living with such easy access to New York City is missing out on great stuff. And I miss out all the time. One of my absolute biggest regrets is missing out on Jo Strømgren’s show October last year. His theater is so not to be missed. I still feel dizzy when I think about it. (To my defence I did not hear about it until the show was over. I mean, I don’t wan’t you to think I would do such a thing by choice.) And reading the reviews serves only one purpose: to make me a bitter, old lady. However, I’m posting this link, so that you perhaps can avoid making the same superstupid mistake:

In between missing out on amazing events taking place in this cultural paradise, I also actually attend some. It’s not all bad. For example, in April, I got to see the Pre-digital 1980 – 1992 exhibition, by Barbara Kruger at Skarstedt Gallery on the Upper East Side.

Barbara Kruger is not a woman I know a lot about. She was born in 1945, in New Jersey, studied in New York and lives in New York City and Los Angeles. She is famous for her collages, her layered photographs, one of which caught my eyes in a love at first sight-moment at a bookstore in Dublin some years ago. It was a postcard, I bought it and someday it’ll be hanging on a wall of mine:


Untitled (Your Body Is A Battleground) 1989
Untitled (Your Body Is A Battleground) 1989


On a Kruger fan site I found this qoute by Juliana Engberg:

“BarbaraKruger’s on going project is to provoke questions about power and its effects on the human condition: to investigate the way power is constructed, used and abused. In her works, which have become the demonstrative visual icons of the 1980s and 1990s, power is interrogated and interpreted through the social, economic and political arrangements which motor the life impulses of love, hate, sex and death.”


Before I move on to the pictures I took at Skarstedt, I would also like to qoute the Kruger herself. She makes me think and I sometimes like that about people, not to mention art:

“Memory is your image of perfection”

“If you can’t feel it, it must be real”

“I shop therefore I am”

“When I hear the word culture I take out my checkbook”

“Do I have to give up me to be loved by you?”

“You are not yourself”


The pictures of the pictures:


Skarstedt Gallery



In Space No One Can Hear You Scream



You Are Not Yourself



We Don't Need Another Hero



We Are Not What We Seem



How Come...



Woman Or Incubator?



You Construct...



Give Me All You've Got



To Buy Or Not To Buy



Money Can't Buy Me



Think Twice



Why Are You Here?


Montreal noir et blanc

Posted in Travels with tags , , , , , , on May 12, 2009 by libber

The first week of May this year my husband and I went to Montreal in French Canada, the province of Quebec. Quebec is the largest province in Canada and Montreal is the second largest city, only surpassed by Toronto. So, pretty big. Even though our flights up and down took respectively two and five (yes!) hours, courtesy of Delta Air Lines, it’s actually only about an hours flight from Long Island. It’s kind of like having France in your backyard. (Which is something when you don’t live in Europe.) ‘Cause they do really speak French. It’s a funny sounding French even our French-speaking Belgian friend had troubles with at times, nevertheless it is French. Salut! Bienvenue à Montreal! Not that it really matters that much, it’s all Greek to me…

As my husband attended his business I attended my pleasure. And Montreal has a lot of pleasure (in random order): long walks, spectacular city views, parks, art galleries, arty street decor, Gay Village (yes, it’s gay), Old Town (yes, it’s old), Underground City (yes, it’s a whole city happening under the ground), weird behaving people, the sounds of Cirque du Soleil (as heard outside their big tent in the Old Port), live jazz, microbrewery beer, white wine sangria, close to perfect bruschetta, foie gras pizza (magnifique!), paella, sushi buffet, maple smoked salmon, maple smoked yellowfin tuna, maple smoked swordfish, maple syrup fudge, maple trees, ginger ice cream, green tea ice cream, vanilla ice cream, chocolate fondant and white chocolate cheesecake.


Old Port Alternative Views



Old Port Restricted Views



Old Town Old Buildings



Old Port Reflections



Old Port After The Rain Reflections



Old Town Benches



Downtown Buildings And Street Art



Street Art



Latin Quarter



Latin Quarter Park



Mont Royal City View And Beyond



Mont Royal City View



Mont Royal Beaver Lake



Jaques Cartier Bridge



Jaques Cartier Bridge Lines



Jaques Cartier Bridge City View



Biosphere Île Sainte-Hélène



Île Sainte-Hélène Pond



Basilique Notre-Dame






Basilique Notre-Dame Into The Sky



Contemporary Art



Courthouse Art And Reflections



Courthouse Testimony



Old Town By Night



Old Town Restaurant



Foie Gras Pizza



Old Town Sidewalk Cafè



Ice Cream And Crepes



Grateful Customers At Juliette & Chocolat

Live or let die?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on May 8, 2009 by libber

When you were young
And your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
You know you did
You know you did
You know you did
But if this ever changin world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die

De siste ukene har det vært hektisk aktivitet rundt huset vårt på Long Island. Ikke bare har naboene ryddet og gjort det pent og presentabelt i hagene sine, fuglene har også hatt travle dager. Det er jo vår. Først skal de finne seg en partner. (Her må jeg innrømme jeg egentlig er på dypt vann, men jeg legger sammen to og to og satser på at jeg ihvertfall kan min matematikk?) Og for å finne den perfekte maken å legge eggene sine med må det kvitres og lokkes. Lenge og vel, man gidder jo ikke ta hvem som helst heller. Dessuten, har jeg skjønt, er det viktig hvor man kvitrer fra. På soverommet vårt har vi et air condition-apparat. Det er plassert i det ene vinduet og stikker følgelig en 30 cm, eller noe sånt, ut fra veggen. Hvis det ikke har ringt noen bjeller ennå, så er det altså en perfekt plass å kvitre fra. Tidlig, tidlig om morran. For å si det sånn, de vekker hanen. Skoddene på alle de andre vinduene er også utmerkede lokkeplasser.

Men nok om det, etter at de endelig har funnet hverandre skal det bygges reir. Lenge gikk jeg rundt i den tro at disse skoddene også var utmerkede steder å “reire” i. Særlig var det ett par som virkelig sto på. De hadde funnet plassen sin utafor vinduet i gangen mellom kjøkkenet og stua. Jeg tenkte at det skulle nå bli litt av et leven når disse eggene til slutt skulle klekkes, men det var jo litt koselig også. Dessuten ville ikke jeg ha rykte på meg for å være en “home wrecker”. Jeg mener, jeg skjønner jo at slarva går blant fuglene også.

Og det var da jeg endelig oppdaget det. (Suspenseful music playing.) Spurveparet hadde ikke bygd reir utafor vinduet, de hadde bygd inni! Hjelp, vi har fugler INNE! Vinduene her borte er altså annerledes enn de hjemme. Ihvertfall de gamle vinduene i leiligheta vår. Jeg prøver å forklare: Det er to sett med vinduer og begge må åpnes hvis man skal lufte. Og mellom disse to settene med glass er det noen centimetre. (Man setter også gjerne inn en myggnetting, sånn at på sommeren er det bare myggnettingen som er nede.) Siden vi hadde glemt å lukke det ytterste vinduet sto det en flott og lun vinduskarm og bare skreik etter leietakere. Helst en familie. Spurver har god hørsel.

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Heldigvis hadde de ikke rukket å bli altfor husvarme. Reiret var ikke engang halvferdig (igjen, jeg legger sammen to og to) og det var ingen tegn til egg. Puh! For jeg kunne jo ikke ha kastet ut eventuelle egg? (What goes around, comes around, skrekk og gru!) Men jeg skjønte ganske umiddelbart at det å la de holde på ville være et risikabelt prosjekt. Hvor stort kan et reir egentlig bli? Vil de drite ned hele vinduet? Hvor høyt skriker små fuglebarn? Har de mark? Fugleinfluensa? Og ikke minst, jeg var fullstendig klar over at hverken mann eller husvert ville gitt sitt informerte samtykke til å la andre flytte inn. Men jeg kunne da ikke bare kaste de ut heller? Stakkars små! Den psykiatriske sykepleieren vet da at denslags skaper varige mèn og medmennesket (medfuglen?) skjønner at det ikke er bare bare å finne et nytt sted å bygge og bo sånn plutselig, med unger på vei og greier. Så da mannen kom hjem lød spørsmålet: “Hva om vi bare sier til Chuck (a.k.a. husverten) at vi trodde de bygde utafor vinduet?” Men jeg visste jo svaret. Og jeg visste det var riktig også. Reiret måtte ut. Sukk! Jeg tør ikke engang tenke på hvor mange karmapoeng vi tapte den ettermiddagen…

…”What does it matter to ya
When ya got a job to do
Ya got to do it well
You got to give the other fella hell

You used to say live and let live
You know you did
You know you did
You know you did
But if this ever changin world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die

Philadelphia – not so cheesy after all

Posted in Travels with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 24, 2009 by libber

A few days ago I visited Philadelphia for the first time. Coming from a country far, far away, I knew little or nothing about this city. That is, I did see the Tom Hanks movie, and have the cream cheese, but there had to be more to this place than evil pathology and ordinary dairy produce. Right? So, I decided to go check it out. This is what I discovered.


1. Philadelphia has a great market


Lady in red in Reading Terminal Market


The Reading Terminal Market is easily found in the city center. As a matter of fact, I ran into it first thing as I got off the bus. And I didn’t even know it existed. Such a great surprise! Offering fresh produce, meats, fish, groceries, baked goods, specialty and etnic foods, flowers, crafts, books and clothing, the place was bustling with people. There were chefs looking for the day’s catch, police officers enjoying their fresh coffee and cinnamon-smelling baked goods to go with it, and me searching for breakfast. Distractions were plentiful, though, and being far stronger than my hunger they kept me there for over an hour. By the way, the chocolate ears you see to the right, were allegedly Mike Tyson’s. Funny people these chocolatiers!


The BEST chocolate in Philadelphia?



2. Philadelphia has a sense of humor


"Your Move", 1996, Roger White


Now, this is a government whose work I too can enjoy. Since 1959 The City of Philadelphia’s Percent for Art Program has made art accessible to the public through calling for one percent of building budgets to be spent on art. Isn’t that great? I think the right art makes people happier. For sure, it brightened my day. The large scale game pieces at Thomas Paine Plaza reminded me to play and the red aluminum letters spelling LOVE on JFK Plaza reminded me what’s really important in life.


"Love", 1976, Robert Indiana



3. Philadelphia has great public spaces


Swann Memorial Fountain, 1924, Alexander Stirling Calder


I discovered this beautiful fountain on Logan Square. As I was working my way through the Museum District to get to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I suddenly found myself in Little Paris! It was my honeymoon all over again. If only my husband were there… I would have made him take one of those this-is-me-in-front-of-a-beautiful-thing pictures. Those never turn out any good anyways, so I guess, in retrospect, just as well he had more important stuff to attend to.


City Hall Skyline



4. Philadelphia has Norway

Benjamin Franklin Parkway is Philadelphia’s Champs Elysees. (I just couldn’t resist another French metaphor.)  Alongside the flags of the world served to spice up the remainder of the walk to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I was sort of relieved to find the Norwegian one.


Museum walk



5. Philadelphia has Rocky


Philadelphia Museum of Art's Rocky stairs


Remember these stairs? If you don’t I reckon you haven’t been to Philadelphia, you’re probably not the biggest of art buffs and you definitely haven’t seen Rocky in a while! ‘Cause these stairs, baby, were made for running. The kind of running Rocky Balboa so victoriously did in the 1976 movie “Rocky”. Mr. Stallone may not be working out here anymore, but the stairway still gets its share of out of breath people. (And yes, I ran. What do you mean? Of course I did!)


Ok, this was in fact quite cheesy...



6. Philadelphia has Cézanne and Beyond


“In my thought one doesn’t replace the past, one only adds a new link to it.”  Paul Cézanne (1839-1906)


Philadelphia Museum of Art


I am going to qoute Richard Dorment writing for the Telegraph (UK) on this one: “Not many exhibitions can be said to change the way you think about art, but Cézanne and Beyond at the Philadelphia Museum of Art in the US is one of them. As powerful a show as you are ever likely to see, it brings together 50 paintings, watercolours and drawings by the painter from Aix-en-Provence to hang alongside the work of 18 20th-century artists who fell under his spell.” And: “Let me just say that this is one of the most important shows I’ve seen in two decades of reviewing for this paper.”

And Pablo Picasso (1881–1973): “[Cézanne] was my one and only master! Don’t you think I looked at his pictures?”



7. Philadelphia has Al Capone’s cell


To the voice of Steve Buscemi I audiowalked through the historic Eastern State Penitentiary.

“Opened in 1829 as part of a controversial movement to change the behavior of inmates through “confinement in solitude with labor,” Eastern State Penitentiary quickly became one of the most expensive and most copied buildings in the young United States. It is estimated that more than 300 prisons worldwide are based on the Penitentiary’s wagon-wheel, or “radial” floor plan.

Some of America’s most notorious criminals were held in the Penitentiary’s vaulted, sky-lit cells, including bank robber Willie Sutton and Al Capone. After 142 years of consecutive use, Eastern State Penitentiary was completely abandoned in 1971, and now stands, a lost world of crumbling cellblocks and empty guard towers.”


Eastern State Penitentiary Cell Block


Eastern State Penitentiary Cell 911


Eastern State Penitentiary Broken Window


Eastern State Penitentiary Random Cell


Eastern State Penitentiary Empty Cupboard


Eastern State Penitentiary Cell Block


Eastern State Penitentiary Capone Mug Shot

Mob boss Alphonse “Scarface” Capone served his first prison sentence in Eastern State. His eight months here were spent in relative luxury, though, as his cell was furnished with commodities like rugs, lamps, comfy chairs, a desk and a radio.


Eastern State Penitentiary Capone's Cell



8. Philadelpia has murals


Common Threads, 1997, Meg Salisman 

I found this urban masterpiece walking back to the city center from Eastern State. It’s the biggest mural in Philadelphia and it really impressed me. I love the colors, the details, the perfection! Wish my living room wall could fit something like that.


Abraham Lincoln Quote Mural


While I was photographing this Lincoln mural a young (my age) woman (a nurse, god bless her) walked up to me and asked me whether or not I understood what it’s about. She told me she sees people all the time taking pictures of this mural, but she has yet to understand what it means. I understand it qoutes Abraham Lincoln, other than that… I’m still working on it!



9. Philadelphia has parks




I know it’s a cliché, but I really did have a lovely walk in the park. In the Washington Square Park, across from Independence Square. Having sauntered around Central Park a few times, Washington Square is tiny, but it’s still big enough for walking your dog, having your kids run around or bringing your friends for some football practice. I simply brought a cup of coffee to one of the benches and people watched. The Philadelphians looked great in the afternoon sun.



10. Philadelphia has liberty and independence


Liberty Bell


My biggest lesson on the historic Liberty Bell is that in order to see it properly you must get your behind down there before five pm. If not you’ll have to view it through the window. And that window offers no view of the famous crack. However, you do get your crappy photo and you can honestly say you’ve seen it. Since I wasn’t allowed inside, the information I’m about to repeat is strictly copy-and-paste from

“… Since the bell was made, the words of the inscription have meant different things to different people. When William Penn created Pennsylvania’s government he allowed citizens to take part in making laws and gave them the right to choose the religion they wanted. The colonists were proud of the freedom that Penn gave them. In 1751, the Speaker of the Pennsylvania Assembly ordered a new bell for the State House. He asked that a Bible verse to be placed on the bell – “Proclaim LIBERTY throughout all the Land unto all the inhabitants thereof” (Leviticus 25:10). As the official bell of the Pennsylvania State House (today called Independence Hall) it rang many times for public announcements.

The old State House bell was first called the “Liberty Bell” by a group trying to outlaw slavery. These abolitionists remembered the words on the bell and, in the 1830s, adopted it as a symbol of their cause.”


Independence Hall


“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” Declaration of Independence, 1776.




And on that thoughtful note I ended my trip to Philadelphia, a great city that certainly is about more than the movie and the cheese. I think I’ll even go back one day – to get a better view of that bell and to have some of that fudge I so painfully restrained myself from diving into at the market.

Did I try the Philly cheesesteak, you ask? No, but I did get a bite of Mike Tyson’s ear and that was cheesy enough for me!

En dag i Baltimore

Posted in Travels with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 20, 2009 by libber

Welcome to Baltimore!

Greyhound. Da klokka slo 0140 am lørdag satt jeg, med en Greyhoundbillett i veska, på toget og tøffet vestover fra Port Washington Station. Delvis glad, delvis eventyrlysten, men aller mest trøtt, brukte jeg de 40 minuttene inn til Manhattan på å forsøke å få noen minutter med søvn før jeg skulle stille meg i kø på Port Authority. Kalt “the armpit of New York”Greyhound Lines, er ikke dette trafikknutepunktet mer attraktivt nattestid enn tilsvarende stasjoner rundt om i verden. Vel, det gikk over all forventning denne gangen også og litt før 4 kjørte bussen min omsider ned i Lincoln Tunnel. Destinasjon: Baltimore, Maryland.

Endelig framme. Window cleanersDet sier seg selv at jeg ikke fikk mye søvn den natta. Likevel, da jeg fire timer senere sto med føttene plantet på havnepromenaden i Baltimore, kunne jeg ikke vært mer fornøyd med det jeg hadde begitt meg ut på. Det var en morgen av de sjeldne. Ikke bare fordi jeg sjelden eller aldri er å finne utendørs klokka åtte en lørdags morgen, men også fordi det endelig var varmt i været og fordi jeg fikk dele det med mennesker jeg ellers deler altfor lite med. Slitne menn som så ut som de hadde vært ute ei vinternatt før okkuperte et par av benkene, mens de sendte rundt flasker trygt innpakket i grå papirposer. En offentlig ansatt, minst like trøtt som meg, feide unna gårsdagens søppel. En klassisk “original” vandret fram og tilbake og smilte tannløst til alle han møtte. Et par  joggere loffet mer eller mindre effektivt forbi, og så var det vindusvaskerne, da. Hatten av for de. Men ikke mist den!

Baltimore Inner Harbor

Soloppgang. Den indre delen av Baltimore havn, skulle det vise seg, yrer av liv på godværsdager. Soloppgangen, derimot, var det bare jeg og disse få andre, som delte denne lørdagen. Det var “Harborplace sunrisemyttji lys” og “myttji varme”. “Tru og håp” det fikk jeg også med – jeg var våken og klar for å utforske byen.

Sightseeing. Mount Vernon er et idyllisk, lite område av Baltimore som ligger en liten spasertur unna havnen. Området er kjent for flere ting; jeg var ute etter tre av de: Washington Monument, koselig lavhusbebyggelse og anstendig kaffe.

Washington Monument

Sjarmerende strøk. I sentrum av Mount Vernon Square rager George Washington godt over femti meter over alle oss andre. Monumentet ble bygd i 1829, som det første til heder og ære for landets første president. På 180 år har presidenten forandret seg lite, men området rundt han har definitivt fulgt med i tiden. De staselige bygningene som en gang huset byens velbemidlede elite, har stort sett beholdt sine fasader, men er nå istedet hjem for kunst, små butikker og koselige kafèer.

Byliv. Er du ute etter antikviteter må Mount Vernon være paradis. Langs historiske Antique Row ligger antikvitetsbutikkene som gamle Mount Vernon streetsperler på en morken snor. Jeg gikk pent forbi – jeg skulle ha kaffe! Donna’s på Mount Vernon Square ser ut som en hvilken som helst trendy, norsk kafè. Et kjærkomment syn! Og jammen lager de god kaffe der også. Det passet perfekt å nyte en cappuccino på uteserveringen, mens jeg myste mot sola. Og presidenten.

Donna's coffee made for a great morning moment

God mat. Rundt lunsjtid virket det som alle helgeturistene var på plass og sammen med de mange deltakerne i Baltimores Walk to Cure Diabetes gjorde de havneområdet alt annet enn folketomt. Jeg var heldig og fikk skviset meg inn ved en I was in sushi heaven!sushibar med utsikt mot havnen. Kamskjellmakien var intet mindre enn FAN-TAS-TISK og krabben likeså. Baltimore er et bra sted å elske sjømat!

På sjøsiden. Klokken halv ett tutet skipet Spirit of Baltimore i hornene og la fra kai. Harbor cruiseMed undertegnede ombord. Vel plassert på øvre dekk kunne jeg nyte solen og se Baltimore fra sin mest turistvennlige side.  I løpet av drøy time på vannet fikk jeg sett alle små og store attraksjoner i havneområdet, historiske Fort McHenry inkludert.

Historie. Baltimore er fødestedet til USA’s nasjonalsang. Under 1812-krigen mellom USA og Storbritannia, fikk Francis Scott Key inspirasjonen til å skrive diktet Star-Spangled Banner. Scott Key var utdannet jurist og ombord i et engelsk skip for å forhandle løslatelsen av en amerikansk fange. Etter en lang natts Fort McHenryhard kamp kunne det amerikanske flagget fortsatt skimtes gjennom kruttrøyken over Fort McHenry: And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.”

The Wire. Jeg er vel neppe alene om å tenke tv-serie når jeg hører Baltimore bli nevnt. Både The Wire og Homicide utspiller seg her. Førstnevnte er en suveren publikums-, såvel som kritikerfavoritt. Til tross for det finnes det ingen “The Wire The WireTour”. Kanskje ikke så rart likevel.  For hvem har lyst til å dra med seg en flokk turister til de nabolagene? Likevel fikk jeg liten smakebit under båtturen. The Wire har angivelig brukt Leigh Cement og området rundt som location. Bonus: bygningen som ble brukt som hovedkvarter i Homicide ligger også langs havnen.Visionary art

Kunst. Jada, Baltimore kan tilfredsstille den kunsthungrige også. Siden jeg bare var der for dagen, måtte det tøffe prioriteringer til. Picasso og annen 1900-talls på det store Baltimore Museum of Art? Klassisk på Walters Art Museum? Amerikansk popkultur på Geppi’s Entertainment Museum? Valget falt til slutt på American Visionary Art Museum, som er noe helt for seg selv. At det er et annerledes museum skjønner man lenge før man går inn. Det er som om kreativiteten innenfor har lekket ut. Resultatet av arbeidene til de selvlærte kunstnerne er en fryd for øyet og en oppfordring til lek. Innendørs fortsettes den unike opplevelsen med forunderlige og vakre verk, der mange innstallasjoner dessuten krever publikumsdeltakelse.

American Visionary Art Museum“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” -Albert Einstein.


Ettermiddag. Å måtte Keep it coming! Please!gå gjennom Little Italy for å komme til historiske Fell’s Point er ikke det verste man kan gjøre. Særlig ikke dersom man har lyst på litt kvalitetsgelato. Et hyggelig, familiedrevet bakeri serverte meg den nydeligste mangoisen – forfriskende når temperaturen nærmer seg 25 grader. God drikke, av den typen som serveres i høye glass, er heller ikke å forakte. Her skal sansene underholdes!

Afternoon sun

Uteliv. Engelskmenn startet med båtbygging i området som i dag går under navnet Fell’s Point i 1726. Der bygningene en gang var kjent for å huse minst èn av “de tre B’ene” – Boarding houses, Brothels and Bars, tiltrekkes nå folk av spennende gallerier og sjarmerende butikker. Street art in Fell's PointMens jeg rusler langs sjøkanten og solen er iferd med å gå ned, er gatene fortsatt fulle av liv. De mange lokale pubene og tavernaene sørger for det med et fristende utvalg av mat, drikke og underholdning.

Og det er her jeg avslutter mitt korte, men innholdsrike besøk i Baltimore – med en ny runde sushi. Sliten og solbrent, men mett og fornøyd!

It's such a perfect day, I'm glad I spent it with you.



 5 “Baltimore moments” som ikke fikk plass ovenfor

Antiques Row


Washington Monument and beyond


Pieces of art


Kids playing around on Federal Hill


Baltimore harbor






Welcome to my blog! (Wow, did I just write that?)

Posted in Uncategorized on April 13, 2009 by libber

So, I got myself a blog. Who would’ve guessed? No one?  My husband is pretty surprised. I’m no PC. Besides, he says blogging is soo 2007.    I reckon that makes me two years younger, eh? Anyways, this is my blog and I’ll cry if I want to!

Don’t forget to have a good time!