Wordless Wednesday: Dark and Light

The Fight Between Good and Evil

An important message.

I would like to draw a parallell form COP 15 to Star Wars. This is a fight between good and evil. Between the rich and poor. Between the force and the dark side.

Living in the Northern Hemisphere I'm so so so privileged. I have a job, a house, a family and a climate that is, even though I complain, is really okay.

Its a matter of force. About being on the good side. And a matter of managing to put oneself in someone elses situation.

I got it confirmed with the climate specialist yesterday. In Norway we won't feel the effects og anthropological global warming like they do in dryer countries or wetter countries. In my part of the country we will actually affect us positively. More warm days give more grass, strawberries, corn. Cows are happy. People are happy.

If I really try, I can remember winters full of white magic dust. Of sledging. Og taking my skis to school. I have accepted that Little Man won't have those white winters. The ones today are grey and wet. But spring is now 10 days earlier. How early will it be when Little Man grows up?

And then we're back to the force. Our ability to be, and do, good. I chose to nurture the force in me. Keeping it strong. For Little Mans sake.

Because we just don't know.

"If everyone in Europe washed their clothes on 30 degrees celcius it would cut the CO2 emissions equivalent to 30 000 cars", this man tells me. I'm in!

Racing Through Life

The metrotunnel coming in to to Copenhagen centre from the airport.

I've been such a busy little bee that I've been too exhausted to tell you about my antics. The first week in december has just flown by, and my head has been spinning so much that I havn't been able to put it down in words.

If you're a fairly regular reader you might know that I'm in Copenhagen at the moment for COP 15. It meant getting up at the horrible hour of four am and flying to Denmarks lovely capital. I promise to tell all.

But first. Let me tell you some exciting news. I cooked my ass off this weekend and ended up winning a ticket to go Oslo in a new (for Norway) tv-show called MasterChef. You Aussies will definitely know it as it was a huge success Down Under. I used t watch the British version on BBC Food and kept telling Big Man that "I could do that". Well, I could. And can.

So there has been a big hoopla in my local tabloid, and I've been run down with text messages. Pretty surreal because I've been wandering around Bella Center (the COP 15 venue) amidst huge political decisionmaking (don't let anyone tell you otherwise).

Crazy stuff.

It's totally exhausting, and hopefully I'll have a full nights sleep in a week or so.

(And if you are interested (and you read norwegian) you can follow my 'Klima-blogg' on solabladet.no.

Going to Copenhagen

I'm going to Copenhagen, and I'm going to live in a boat in happening Nyhavn, and spending some time with lovely lovely Julochka. Yay!

Now, don't fret. This is not an impromptou Blog Camp that you're not invited to. It's serious stuff. I am off to COP 15: The United Nations Climate Conference.

It all happened this way.

My wonderful editor sent me this link to a governmental energy project called Enova. They are sponsoring 30 journalists to go to Copenhagen and take part in the conference. I called them, asking if they thought of my local paper as insignificant. She said she didn't know.

Obviously not so insignificant, hey? Cause I got a spot. And my editor was over the moon.

So now I'm all climaty (now a new word) and important. No more than before, but I feel so honoured that I get to be there and witness history. And we're doing 'Copenhagen Deconstructed' in the grassroots back home. Fun!

(Can you tell from all the exclamation points that I'm excited?)

My inner Environmental Manager (yes, I do have that degree) is excited. The journalist me is excited. The bloggy me is excited. The personal me is excited.

And as independant as I am I'm also a little intimidated. Anybody else going? We can hold hands...

At least I can get some comfort in the form of gin and tonic sorbet in The Blue Room after.

I might need it.