Munchausen
munchausen 3jun2001 so I´m waiting for a bus and along it comes and I wave to it but it is about to drive past but stops but without pulling over to the curb, I mean it stays a lane away. So it is hardly any traffic or anybody around, and I get on the bus and say is something wrong, so he says the stop is somewhat back, so i ask have they moved it, so he says yes. eventually i think to myself, maybe he means the adjacent canopy a couple meters away (i mean it is Stortyorget, central place, more than one stop place (which i am calling canopy) --- so maybe he is a smart-ass. i mean, he must be real dumb to only respond if i´m standing right at the right canopy, when he must know folks stand all over the place, especially as the busses rarely stop at the actual canopy. maybe, however he is used to driving in the suburbs, where the differences are more significant? or maybe he was unhappy that empty morning when he should not have had to work (in his mind) or also i guess the sporvei (company) should train drivers better. Anyway, he did, after all, stop for me. In this town of standards laughable, that´s pretty good. Ya have ta be Baron von Munchausen to get along in Oslo. I mean, assuming his tales are true.
There is a social conspiracy in this town, to avoid using the brain. To understand why and explain would be beyond Freud, so I leave it to Baron von Munchausen to simply describe, and if you figure these tales are fantasy, that´s up to you.
130601 01:55 so i am on a trik (tram-car) and two burly guys are getting off by the door right by where i am, toward the back of the trik, and the doors start closing and grip them and they just stand there stymied and still; so i push the button near me which says for baby-carriages, but nothing happens, so i raise my voice and say in Norwegian (since we are in Oslo) “Back door” and the driver opens the doors and the guys leave, and i comment to the assembled multitude, “Jesus, is everyone afraid to talk?” Later as i am leaving i notice a guy at the front door gets it trying to close prematurely on him, and the lady driver looks like she is using the windscreen to check her make-up, if ya get my drift.
Anyway, a son of the lady killed a few months ago by a trik dragging her by its door here moved to another town, so altho he was a neighbor etc of friends, i do not know if theNorwegians are getting him any psychological counselling, or if in a few years he will go around killing trik drivers and get caught by a profiler.
Later that day i noticed that a traffic light to tell pedestrians to stop or go is a meter out of position because the Norwegians are to stupid to know better. Or complain. My attitude is let them learn by reading my website as there are so many things wrong here due to simple stupidity that even Baron von Munchausen would hesitate to try to convince normal Non-Norwegians that it is true.
22jun01 17:20 On the busses etc there are machines for passengers to punch their tickets, but occasionally don´t work. One day recently, I told a driver one of them was not working, and next day same and I think it was the same one, altho it lacked an ID number. But some days later another also, and this time driver (not rush-hour) actually tried to make it go by shaking it and blowing into it, so maybe he will report it (especially as I mentioned its ID, thereby seeming maybe in the trade). Do you suppose folks generally tell the driver? I guess not. A special reason to, is sometimes a ticket-cop has to be told it didn´t work, and you couldn´t chase after the one over there, but what confirmation do you have (and if many constantly reported, a picture of failed machinery would emerge). But people turn away from correcting conditions they do not basically acknowledge as real: the whole matter of paying to ride on public transportation is absurd.
140701 02:08 At least 0ne person thought/thinks I am Moslem (which I am not) as I have a sore on my forehead; actually it is from my wooden pillow (I have to be careful about that) but I guess they think it is from praying putting my head on ground.
I enjoy my Moslem neighbors more because I am reading The Arabian Nights.
280801 2303 I WANT TO TELL YOU ABOUT HOW I GOT a 1950 Encyclopedia Britannica some days ago.
180901 1844 Yesterday I was on a bus and a man getting up for a pregnant caught hair of girl in button ripping out a few dozen, then he sat in passage on the folding seat of his rucksack.
061001 2118 Event told to me by bar-friends: traveling in Spain, met New York lady, who resided near World Trade Center before, and died of heart attack in Spain watching tv of bombing. By the way, I wonder if Isaac stern would have died of heart attack a few days later otherwise.
onsdag 24. oktober 2001 21:21 Very rude tramcar driver recently, but will I bother to report him?
onsdag 7. november 2001 01:47 Yesterday I was at a nice coffee shop and a young seemingly newly met twosome was sitting at the counter taking up too much room due to the fact that the guy was sitting sideways with his legs crossed between him and her, so I pleasantly asked the lady if I could get some more room, and they adjusted, which was amusingly better for them, as he was dumb to be separating her like he had been.
03:43 Some people looking up at waiter who has just served them a dish are disgusting.
---------------------------------------------- 161201 1743 So Kristin wants a scanner so i sez lets ask bernard, so he sez also lets meet at bar and mentions a favorite and I am walking home the other nite and pass it and figure go in check it out and it is a nice irish bar. so i get a guinness draft and avoid this hyer besotted guy who i see is maybe annoying folks. then he asks me to get the barmaid for him, but i wave him off, so he tries another guy but he is talking to a lady and brushes him off, and adds annoyed that he himself never gets anything out of that machine --- the reason the guy wanted the barmaid was to establish he was not cheating, is what he seems to have been saying in his native tongue which is norwegian. Anyway he gets the attention of the barmaid, who also brushes him off. so he returns to annoying the other guy, who sez, JUST KICK IT. so he does and tons of money falls out.
1808 Previously i got a kebab from the famous Little Amir place at Youngstorget, while walking home from Trondheimsveien near Herslebsgata after having sat childwatch for friends, a very pleasant weather nite about one in the morning a nite to Saturday, and they did not put it in a bag,so i took the excuse to not wait to eat it and am walking along and a nice ladyvoice says my name and it is an acquaintance from the past bar-world, a lovely lady who now is drunk and we walk along for a while thru Stortorget towards the home of my neighbors the royal family but altho she helped my stay healthy by causing me to put away the kebab for tomorrow, she wants me to sit with her while she gets more drunk so we separated with good wishes alround.
1824 I just tried fried polenta with portuguese sardines in olive oil and it goes on my list of foods even bill gates cannot eat better than. anyway then after leaving the irish bar along up comes walking the lovely neighbor lady wife of friend from bar who moved into entry next door to mine, she on way home from work at hotel. All in all the walk took a bit over an hour and was very pleasant. Today (Sunday) is cold, but that evening/nite was one of the last i guess before winter comes of nice walking weather. And i see on tv that europe had horrible deadly weather. i keep emphasizing that oslo has the best weather in the world, altho my native friends and acquaintances hate the dark and i feel guilty to rejoice in the nice darkness --- maybe in the distant past all who were like me were got rid of, so now only those who need sunlight remain. I also had the opportunity to explain that the syndrome munchausen by proxy comes from reference to the great baron, as i said i would tell of my adventures walking home in this section of my site.
1843 Earlier that friday i had walked thru Youngstorget where are stands of selling and bot a pair of fingered mittens or cloth gloves with stripes of garrish colors besides buying three alpaca scarves one for me one for my daughter and one for her husband father of my granddaughter besides a beautiful russian multi-doll one including four progressively littler for Kristin and two russian painted yuletree balls before walking over to electric store on way to trikk which is what tramcar is called here and getting good earfones for sara daughter of richard. the russian stuff is a bit sad as it is cheaper i guess because they need the money. today i was glad i got the gloves.
------------------------------------------------------------------------munchausen søndag 13. januar 2002 17:05 One of the subway trains that goes my way, then proceeds to the prosperous West side suburbs; in getting off at my stop (Majorstua) several adolescents impolitely started to push in thru the door, which I always enjoy, as it gives me a fair opportunity to plow thru them, and on this occasion thinking that of course children of rich are rude, as rudeness is how folks get rich, but immediately a sweet young thing (teenage lady) remarked to her pal (in Norwegian) that I was an attractive man. One has to be fast on one´s smiles.
I was in an Asiatic types food store not small, and a worker was carrying a large piece of wood (like pallette) and in opposite direction are walking myself preceded by an Asian mother followed by her small child; and the worker bumped the wood into the kid, but the mother did not notice, and the worker thot (my new spelling) he had bumped me, and said sorry to me, but I said you hit the kid, and that was all that happened except the kid was a bit befuddled.
I was on a tram-car (trikk) standing near the door where a woman brought on a baby stroller carriage with child just old enuf to have lots of teeth screaming in a nasty manner repeatedly (in Norwegian) “LEGS “ --- meaning he wanted to get out of the carriage; so I said twice in a loud firm voice (having first ascertained that I would not be in danger)(and due to a previous such incident having considered what to do), leaning toward him and pointing with admonishment, “SHUT UP!”. He became quiet, and bystanders ooh and ahhed in admiration of my perspicacity, so I nodded encouragingly to him saying several times in a soothing voice, “Good”, and eventually smiling to him; he continued to complain but softly. Later I moved away to use a vacant seat and could hear the rasp in his voice whipping his mother(?) and that is something I do not understand how parents can be so dumb as to allow. Ah, well. It seemed to me that she at no tuime spoke to him at all. Maybe she is mute. Heh Heh.
torsdag 17. januar 2002 14:27 So I go regularly to this hyer local Arabic meat store which is convenient and good quality and generally has been having pleasant staff, but recently it seems a new owner or manager who is rude is there, and today I figure it is because he is physically large and wants to be impressive but knows I am superior (due to my charming elite nature). I think he tries to give me the evil eye. I watch him carefully.