Lena had been pestering Ole to go to the doctor and get a check up for a long time, and finally when Ole was feeling "not so good" he went in to find out what was wrong. It didn't take the doctor long to find that Ole was full of cancer and had no more than a couple of weeks to live. Well, the diagnosis made Ole feel even worse, and he went home to spend his last days. He was in the upstairs bedroom on his deathbed a week later, and feeling worse than ever, when he noticed the most wonderful smell wafting up the stairs. Lena was making lefse down in the kitchen! It smelled so good to Ole that he dragged himself out of bed, down the stairs, and across the kitchen. He was reaching up for a piece of lefse when Lena rapped him on the knuckles and scolded, "That's not for you Ole! It's for the funeral!"
(This joke submission from Keith Anderson. Thanks!)
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Ole and Lena stranded on an uninhabited island...
Ole and Lena were the only survivors from a steamboat sinking in the South Seas. They separately made their way to un uninhabited island. Ole was pretty shy, so he didn't talk much with Lena. But one day, after a few months, Lena could stand the loneliness not longer. She cornered Ole and said, suggestively, "Ole, you got what I want, and I got what you want." Ole thought for a moment and his face suddenly brightened. "Lena, you got snoose!!!????"
(Thanks to Don McManman for the joke submission!)
(Thanks to Don McManman for the joke submission!)
Friday, May 16, 2008
Spring
After one of the most rainy experiences of my life (Fall and Winter in Bergen), it has been like a persistent dream in April and May with several week long stretches of sunshine and temperatures up in the mid teens! I don’t know if this craze has hit in the U.S., but here the one-time-use grill is a popular item, and when the sun came people and one-time-use grills began to fill every possible inch of green space in Bergen overnight. The first few days they were piled high next to the garbage cans, but then the city got wise and set out one-time-use grill receptacles in strategic locations.
I am aware that my time here is growing short. And even though I’m nearing deadlines with work, I appreciate being here every day. As I bike home out the peninsula I take in the 360 views – Bryggen, Rosencrantz Fortress to the east, the Hurtigruten, sailboats, Verftet to the west. Water and mountains in all directions. Colorful houses woven along cobblestone streets and steeply up the hillsides amidst new-leafed trees. This is a gorgeous city, worthy of the devotion of its locals despite the rainy times (which are of course also beautiful).
I’ve been lucky to able to share this place with several friends from home in recent weeks! Claire Eager came in late April and we had a great time, especially on our weekend trip to one of my field work sites. We were able to stay in an extra house owned by Ingebrigt, whose father recently moved to a retirement home down the hill. Ingebrigt is one of the crew from Stamnes who used to fish for salmon before the collapse of the Vosso stock. Now he has a real job in a nearby town, and he also keeps some animals. We visited right in the middle of lambing, and Claire and I watched 3 little lambs come into the world.
Last week Eliza Hudson was here! I had been saving the hike from Fløien to Ulriken to do while she was here, and we were lucky to have a beautiful sunny day. Sasha and Alexandra were with us too – Sasha and I took the opportunity to dunk in a partially ice-covered pond along the way to welcome spring. Life has gotten quite busy lately, but Eliza was a great guest and just came along for the ride – and a beautiful ride it was, including a lunch invitation to a farm perched on the steep fjordside. The farm is not connected to any road system, and it is amazing to think of all the work that Helge and Kjersti have done over the years, ferrying goods across the fjord on a suspended trolley. It was a taste of the older, pre-oil Norway – people of the generation that doesn’t speak English, rømmegrøt made from fresh cowsmilk, little lambs frolicking… again sunshine and perfect reflections on the fjord.
It’s hard to believe that I will be moving out of my lovely apartment in a few weeks and moving on to other adventures. But this spring in Bergen has been one to remember.
Happy 17. Mai!!
I am aware that my time here is growing short. And even though I’m nearing deadlines with work, I appreciate being here every day. As I bike home out the peninsula I take in the 360 views – Bryggen, Rosencrantz Fortress to the east, the Hurtigruten, sailboats, Verftet to the west. Water and mountains in all directions. Colorful houses woven along cobblestone streets and steeply up the hillsides amidst new-leafed trees. This is a gorgeous city, worthy of the devotion of its locals despite the rainy times (which are of course also beautiful).
I’ve been lucky to able to share this place with several friends from home in recent weeks! Claire Eager came in late April and we had a great time, especially on our weekend trip to one of my field work sites. We were able to stay in an extra house owned by Ingebrigt, whose father recently moved to a retirement home down the hill. Ingebrigt is one of the crew from Stamnes who used to fish for salmon before the collapse of the Vosso stock. Now he has a real job in a nearby town, and he also keeps some animals. We visited right in the middle of lambing, and Claire and I watched 3 little lambs come into the world.
Last week Eliza Hudson was here! I had been saving the hike from Fløien to Ulriken to do while she was here, and we were lucky to have a beautiful sunny day. Sasha and Alexandra were with us too – Sasha and I took the opportunity to dunk in a partially ice-covered pond along the way to welcome spring. Life has gotten quite busy lately, but Eliza was a great guest and just came along for the ride – and a beautiful ride it was, including a lunch invitation to a farm perched on the steep fjordside. The farm is not connected to any road system, and it is amazing to think of all the work that Helge and Kjersti have done over the years, ferrying goods across the fjord on a suspended trolley. It was a taste of the older, pre-oil Norway – people of the generation that doesn’t speak English, rømmegrøt made from fresh cowsmilk, little lambs frolicking… again sunshine and perfect reflections on the fjord.
It’s hard to believe that I will be moving out of my lovely apartment in a few weeks and moving on to other adventures. But this spring in Bergen has been one to remember.
Happy 17. Mai!!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Travels Northward
For much of March and April I was on the road, visiting relatives and friends and talking to salmon fishermen and fisheries scholars in Trondheim and Tromsø. I thought it would be best to do the whole circuit at once, although packing becomes slightly more difficult when you need clothes both for visiting relatives in springy, sunny Ålesund and every single piece of winter clothing for Svalbard’s -30º C.
The first leg of my adventure was aboard the Hurtigruten, the coastal steamer that departs Bergen each evening and makes its way up the coast as far as Nordkapp. I felt a bit out of place with my large backpack and hiking boots amidst the elderly German and Norwegian cruise guests in their evening attire, sipping their wine in the lounge. The passage from Bergen to Ålesund was beautiful with calm seas and enough sunshine to sit on deck sunbathing. The trip from Ålesund to Trondheim several days later was quite the opposite, with huge seas and snowstorm.
I had a wonderful, although all too brief, visit with the Sandvik relatives in Sykkylven, a town just east of Ålesund known for its production of furniture – and for being the birth-place of the frozen pizza brand, ‘Grandiosa.’ (If you were a student in Norway you would know and love Grandiosa, believe me.) I heard stories about my grandpa Oscar from Olav and Malmfrid, and stories about other past visits of the Alaskan relatives. We ate fresh cod, including the roe and cakes made from the codliver – they sound horrible but are amazingly delicious. Oddmar and Terje and their buddy Henning took me on an amazing ski trip up into the hills to a view of the fjords surrounded by the Sunnmore Alps. I love skiing, although I must say I’m really confused about how Norwegians, or anyone for that matter, can use regular old traditional cross-country skis to go up and down steep mountains. I want metal edges, damnit!
In Trondheim I got to speak with landowners from the Gaula River about the importance of wild salmon to their region. There was a ski trip (with metal edges) arranged by my fellow Fulbrighter, Matthew. And of course there was Easter – there were many guests from Bergen visiting our friend Sonja. Margrit and Sonja colored Easter eggs and we had a good old fashioned Easter egg hunt around an old fortress up on the hill.
Svalbard. I didn’t see any polar bears, which is both a good thing and a bad thing I suppose. I missed the Northern Lights. I figured that close to the equinox would be the perfect time to visit, because I’d get half light and half dark. But 8 days after the equinox it was already 24 hours of daylight, if you count twilight. My friend Allison reported a few days ago that as of late April they’ve already got midnight sun up there at 78º N. There were snowscooter trips and crazy parties, and major preparations anytime we needed to go outside.
In Tromsø I stayed with Benny and Bård Berg, friends I met through the Norwegian Ladies Chorus last year in Seattle. Bård arranged many great meetings for me with people who know about Sami salmon fishing. I also got to meet many of the fisheries social scientists whose books I’ve been reading all year long.
The final stop of my journey found me in Harstad, close to the Vester and Lofoten Islands. Sandy is a family friend who traveled to Norway when she was 20 years old, fell in love with the farmer’s son, and has now lived in Norway for 30 years. Her husband Andreas and their Belgian farmhand, Hans, were busy in the barn with spring calving. I enjoyed drinking real milk – something that everyone who grows up on a dairy farm must find commonplace, but I found thrilling. Sandy and Andreas live in one of the most beautiful places on Earth, right next to the ocean with snowy mountains in view.
Whew… back in Bergen. And it’s Spring!!
The first leg of my adventure was aboard the Hurtigruten, the coastal steamer that departs Bergen each evening and makes its way up the coast as far as Nordkapp. I felt a bit out of place with my large backpack and hiking boots amidst the elderly German and Norwegian cruise guests in their evening attire, sipping their wine in the lounge. The passage from Bergen to Ålesund was beautiful with calm seas and enough sunshine to sit on deck sunbathing. The trip from Ålesund to Trondheim several days later was quite the opposite, with huge seas and snowstorm.
I had a wonderful, although all too brief, visit with the Sandvik relatives in Sykkylven, a town just east of Ålesund known for its production of furniture – and for being the birth-place of the frozen pizza brand, ‘Grandiosa.’ (If you were a student in Norway you would know and love Grandiosa, believe me.) I heard stories about my grandpa Oscar from Olav and Malmfrid, and stories about other past visits of the Alaskan relatives. We ate fresh cod, including the roe and cakes made from the codliver – they sound horrible but are amazingly delicious. Oddmar and Terje and their buddy Henning took me on an amazing ski trip up into the hills to a view of the fjords surrounded by the Sunnmore Alps. I love skiing, although I must say I’m really confused about how Norwegians, or anyone for that matter, can use regular old traditional cross-country skis to go up and down steep mountains. I want metal edges, damnit!
In Trondheim I got to speak with landowners from the Gaula River about the importance of wild salmon to their region. There was a ski trip (with metal edges) arranged by my fellow Fulbrighter, Matthew. And of course there was Easter – there were many guests from Bergen visiting our friend Sonja. Margrit and Sonja colored Easter eggs and we had a good old fashioned Easter egg hunt around an old fortress up on the hill.
Svalbard. I didn’t see any polar bears, which is both a good thing and a bad thing I suppose. I missed the Northern Lights. I figured that close to the equinox would be the perfect time to visit, because I’d get half light and half dark. But 8 days after the equinox it was already 24 hours of daylight, if you count twilight. My friend Allison reported a few days ago that as of late April they’ve already got midnight sun up there at 78º N. There were snowscooter trips and crazy parties, and major preparations anytime we needed to go outside.
In Tromsø I stayed with Benny and Bård Berg, friends I met through the Norwegian Ladies Chorus last year in Seattle. Bård arranged many great meetings for me with people who know about Sami salmon fishing. I also got to meet many of the fisheries social scientists whose books I’ve been reading all year long.
The final stop of my journey found me in Harstad, close to the Vester and Lofoten Islands. Sandy is a family friend who traveled to Norway when she was 20 years old, fell in love with the farmer’s son, and has now lived in Norway for 30 years. Her husband Andreas and their Belgian farmhand, Hans, were busy in the barn with spring calving. I enjoyed drinking real milk – something that everyone who grows up on a dairy farm must find commonplace, but I found thrilling. Sandy and Andreas live in one of the most beautiful places on Earth, right next to the ocean with snowy mountains in view.
Whew… back in Bergen. And it’s Spring!!
Friday, February 22, 2008
Vosso River Salmon
This year is dedicated to learning about the status of wild salmon in Norway, what restoration efforts are underway to recover salmon runs that have declined, and researching how important recovery efforts are to the Norwegian people.
My project has two parts: to participate in restoration work, and to conduct social science fieldwork in an effort to qualitatively and quantitatively describe the importance of wild salmon to people – both the fishermen themselves and Norwegian people generally. My research is focused along the watershed of the Vosso River to the north of Bergen. The Vosso River historically produced some of the largest Atlantic salmon in the world, averaging 10.9 kilos, compared to an average of 9.8 kilos of salmon caught along the coast. Some of the fish made it up to above 30 kilos. (They were not quite as big as the biggest King Salmon, but very close…)
There was a drastic and largely unexpected decline in the Vosso salmon stock in the late 1980s. Because there were so many factors contributing to this decline simultaneously, it is difficult to pinpoint one main factor. It was certainly a combination of pollution from industry, road building and dredging upstream, as well as fishing pressure, escaped salmon from the farmed salmon industry and elevated sea lice levels due to the same. Restoration efforts today involve smolt production at the Voss Hatchery, and research to determine which of these factors are most deletrious, and thus how restoration efforts should continue to be focused. One exciting new development is that a network of fish farming companies located along the watershed has agreed to participate in restoration efforts through financing increased smolt production in coming years.
I have been out in the field most of January and February, mainly interviewing old fishermen. I am talking with people along the entire watershed, including fishermen from the river, fjord and coast and fish farmers, all with very different experiences of the salmon resource. There have historically been disagreements between groups of fishermen over who should get to catch the limited number of fish. Now the salmon have all but vanished from this watershed, and I am interested in the way these different groups of fishermen, as well as researchers, other local people, and particularly the farmed salmon industry, participate in the restoration of the resource and interact with one another.
Salmon and sea trout fishing is the jewel of the Norwegian sportfishing industry, and river landowners in Voss and Bolstad historically made significant money from renting their sections of river to rich Englishmen. If salmon restoration is successful in the Vosso River, these landowners stand to gain significant income from this sportfishery once again.
Salmon was an important source of income for fjord fishermen along the Vosso watershed in addition to farming and other industries. It was here that a very special fishing method and gear developed, called the sitjenot. Small huts were built into the sides of the fjord or up on stilts above the current (see photos to the right). Fishermen would sit in these towers and watch for fish swimming into the nets below – when there were fish, they would release weights from the tower that caused the net to rise up and trap the fish inside.
Fjord fishermen and coastal fishermen also used a gear called ‘kilenot,’ which was fished from land, and used a 'leading net' to direct fish into a fish trap. The kilenot was an improvement upon the krokgarn (hooked net), which is also still in use along the coast. A driftnet fishery for salmon started in the 1960s, and continued until the mid 1980s when it became prohibited due to declines in salmon stocks. Driftnet fishermen were diversified; in addition to salmon fishing, they had other kinds of gear and often other boats to pursue cod, mackerel, herring, tuna, sardines, and others. The salmon fishery even at its peak was nothing like Alaska. Most days fishermen would catch 1-15 fish, and 50-100 on a really good day.
My project has two parts: to participate in restoration work, and to conduct social science fieldwork in an effort to qualitatively and quantitatively describe the importance of wild salmon to people – both the fishermen themselves and Norwegian people generally. My research is focused along the watershed of the Vosso River to the north of Bergen. The Vosso River historically produced some of the largest Atlantic salmon in the world, averaging 10.9 kilos, compared to an average of 9.8 kilos of salmon caught along the coast. Some of the fish made it up to above 30 kilos. (They were not quite as big as the biggest King Salmon, but very close…)
There was a drastic and largely unexpected decline in the Vosso salmon stock in the late 1980s. Because there were so many factors contributing to this decline simultaneously, it is difficult to pinpoint one main factor. It was certainly a combination of pollution from industry, road building and dredging upstream, as well as fishing pressure, escaped salmon from the farmed salmon industry and elevated sea lice levels due to the same. Restoration efforts today involve smolt production at the Voss Hatchery, and research to determine which of these factors are most deletrious, and thus how restoration efforts should continue to be focused. One exciting new development is that a network of fish farming companies located along the watershed has agreed to participate in restoration efforts through financing increased smolt production in coming years.
I have been out in the field most of January and February, mainly interviewing old fishermen. I am talking with people along the entire watershed, including fishermen from the river, fjord and coast and fish farmers, all with very different experiences of the salmon resource. There have historically been disagreements between groups of fishermen over who should get to catch the limited number of fish. Now the salmon have all but vanished from this watershed, and I am interested in the way these different groups of fishermen, as well as researchers, other local people, and particularly the farmed salmon industry, participate in the restoration of the resource and interact with one another.
Salmon and sea trout fishing is the jewel of the Norwegian sportfishing industry, and river landowners in Voss and Bolstad historically made significant money from renting their sections of river to rich Englishmen. If salmon restoration is successful in the Vosso River, these landowners stand to gain significant income from this sportfishery once again.
Salmon was an important source of income for fjord fishermen along the Vosso watershed in addition to farming and other industries. It was here that a very special fishing method and gear developed, called the sitjenot. Small huts were built into the sides of the fjord or up on stilts above the current (see photos to the right). Fishermen would sit in these towers and watch for fish swimming into the nets below – when there were fish, they would release weights from the tower that caused the net to rise up and trap the fish inside.
Fjord fishermen and coastal fishermen also used a gear called ‘kilenot,’ which was fished from land, and used a 'leading net' to direct fish into a fish trap. The kilenot was an improvement upon the krokgarn (hooked net), which is also still in use along the coast. A driftnet fishery for salmon started in the 1960s, and continued until the mid 1980s when it became prohibited due to declines in salmon stocks. Driftnet fishermen were diversified; in addition to salmon fishing, they had other kinds of gear and often other boats to pursue cod, mackerel, herring, tuna, sardines, and others. The salmon fishery even at its peak was nothing like Alaska. Most days fishermen would catch 1-15 fish, and 50-100 on a really good day.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Into the Backcountry
A very cool thing about Norway is the train, and the fact that the train passes through long stretches of uninhabited mountains and high plateaus (uninhabited save for the occasional hytta). You can grab your skis, ride comfortably to over 1000 meters above sea level, get off at your desired starting point and just start skiing.
The snowpack is deep and getting deeper by the week. I went with the University of Bergen’s outdoors club last weekend to refresh my avalanche awareness skills, dig a bunch of snow profiles and practice route-finding.
The hytta we stayed in was classic: dirty and cold, with a little wood stove. I have apparently lived an extremely sheltered life, because I have never learned how to chop ice-cold wood into kindling with a rusty, dull ax - the Norwegians took the ax from me and showed me how it was done... not effortless, but successful. But in spite of the chill, there was great warmth and joviality around the table with candles and warm food, warm drinks and stories of the snow.
It was a blizzard on Friday and Saturday, but surprisingly the snow was pretty stable where we were with no significant weak layers in our profiles. The temperature had been pretty stable, and the snow was binding together fairly well. On Sunday the sun came out and we went on a beautiful tour, including some amazing powder skiing on the way down to catch the train back to Bergen.
The snowpack is deep and getting deeper by the week. I went with the University of Bergen’s outdoors club last weekend to refresh my avalanche awareness skills, dig a bunch of snow profiles and practice route-finding.
The hytta we stayed in was classic: dirty and cold, with a little wood stove. I have apparently lived an extremely sheltered life, because I have never learned how to chop ice-cold wood into kindling with a rusty, dull ax - the Norwegians took the ax from me and showed me how it was done... not effortless, but successful. But in spite of the chill, there was great warmth and joviality around the table with candles and warm food, warm drinks and stories of the snow.
It was a blizzard on Friday and Saturday, but surprisingly the snow was pretty stable where we were with no significant weak layers in our profiles. The temperature had been pretty stable, and the snow was binding together fairly well. On Sunday the sun came out and we went on a beautiful tour, including some amazing powder skiing on the way down to catch the train back to Bergen.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
The Holidays in Norway
December was full of family visits, and the entire month felt like Christmas (except of course for the occasional 6 hour final exam, etc.) My Dad, Step-mom and Grandma were here in early December, and we welcomed the advent season at the Festival of Lights which included an amazing fireworks display above hundreds of individual torch lights and people singing Norwegian Christmas carols.
I’ve been especially lucky to have family here for both Christmas and New Years. My brother Alex and I went out on the town last night with a group of Germans, Belgians, French, Japanese and Norwegians. It was allegedly the last New Year’s celebration in which private fireworks would be allowed, so people put out quite an impressive last hurrah. Everywhere was lit up, throughout the center of town and along all the hillsides. The weather was beautiful with not a cloud in the sky, so we were able to actually be outside without fear of torrential downpour. That is an amazing gift when you live in Bergen.
Christmas was really fun and very meaningful. It was the first time my Mom had been to Norway since she was 22 years old. The relatives still live on the same farm where my great-grandmother grew up. She left Norway when she was 18 years old, moved to Petersburg, AK, and never had the chance to come back to Norway to visit. We all feel extremely grateful that we have the chance to know each other now - there are many wonderful cousins, including some very cool 3-12 year olds who are especially fun to hang out with. (There was quite a bit of Guitar Hero being played, mostly by Alex and the kids ;)
There was Lefse, and real homemade Lutefisk! There was Pinekjøtt (a traditional holiday dish of sheep ribs). There was an old skit aired on TV called “Dinner for One” that everyone must see at least once at Christmas. The Julenisse stopped by after Christmas-Eve dinner, especially to say merry Christmas to the littlest ones, and then all the presents were opened that night. We think it must be because the American relatives were visiting this year, but the American Nisse also came and brought stockings on Christmas morning. On Christmas Day there was homemade beer, an uncle who plays Hardanger fiddle, a neighbor who is one of the best accordion players in all of Norway and karaoke in both English and Norwegian (not to mention Guitar Hero).
Happy 2008!
I’ve been especially lucky to have family here for both Christmas and New Years. My brother Alex and I went out on the town last night with a group of Germans, Belgians, French, Japanese and Norwegians. It was allegedly the last New Year’s celebration in which private fireworks would be allowed, so people put out quite an impressive last hurrah. Everywhere was lit up, throughout the center of town and along all the hillsides. The weather was beautiful with not a cloud in the sky, so we were able to actually be outside without fear of torrential downpour. That is an amazing gift when you live in Bergen.
Christmas was really fun and very meaningful. It was the first time my Mom had been to Norway since she was 22 years old. The relatives still live on the same farm where my great-grandmother grew up. She left Norway when she was 18 years old, moved to Petersburg, AK, and never had the chance to come back to Norway to visit. We all feel extremely grateful that we have the chance to know each other now - there are many wonderful cousins, including some very cool 3-12 year olds who are especially fun to hang out with. (There was quite a bit of Guitar Hero being played, mostly by Alex and the kids ;)
There was Lefse, and real homemade Lutefisk! There was Pinekjøtt (a traditional holiday dish of sheep ribs). There was an old skit aired on TV called “Dinner for One” that everyone must see at least once at Christmas. The Julenisse stopped by after Christmas-Eve dinner, especially to say merry Christmas to the littlest ones, and then all the presents were opened that night. We think it must be because the American relatives were visiting this year, but the American Nisse also came and brought stockings on Christmas morning. On Christmas Day there was homemade beer, an uncle who plays Hardanger fiddle, a neighbor who is one of the best accordion players in all of Norway and karaoke in both English and Norwegian (not to mention Guitar Hero).
Happy 2008!
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