From 1/03:

We are getting ready to pack up and leave the Fjord House. I use to call it the summer house, but it is the dead of winter with a record snow fall and all the trees are in a blanket of snow. Oslo fjord looks an icy cool blue gray.The sky is clear this morning so I can see all the way across the fjord to the other side and the islands in between. Last night when I got up to pee, I could see the lights twinkling on the other side of the fjord.

We'll move back into Oslo today, but I really don't want to leave this little piece of paradise, this escape. The hill we live on has too much snow for us to drive the little egg rental up - definitely need 4 wheel drive for deep winter snow - even though our road has been plowed. So we drag everything up and down on a sled (including the kid.)

I have not been online since 12/26. It seems like a radical act. I have not even had the faintest desire. I read books, go ice skating, do puttery things around the house, visit friends and family... I can imagine the email piling up in my Hotmail account and my home account. I doubt there will be but an odd few in my university account... a relief. So, if you don't have our Norwegian mobile number (and very few do...) we are completely and totally out of touch.

I think of Hakim Bey's writings on anti-cyberspace - the dinner party as a radical act - any non-productive gathering "in real life" - as it is called. It appeals at the same time I start thinking that if I were online at this moment, I could look up the piece and quote it in this entry. We are not totally rustic here - Cyborg Child is watching Winnie the Pooh in Norwegian on the TV/VCR. I have my laptop and video camera.

Hakim Bey's Writings (I'll give a more specific reference link at some future point...)

Here's a cam on the fjord near our home town away from home (Dr�bak).