Tuesday, August 17, 2010


From Berlin we took a train to Oslo to visit some friends. They were kind enough to show us around the city, where I ate both whale:

and horse & sheep heart sausage:

I am working my way through the vertebrates.

As for the invertebrates, I had jellyfish right before I left Hong Kong, I'm working on snails in Paris, and in Oslo I had this excellent crawfish pasta:

The highlight of the visit was the Vigeland Sculpture Park. There are no accompanying signs to go with the statues, so I've imposed what I think is the correct narrative on the collection:


Look out! Baby killer!

You can run, but not fast enough. Not fast enough.

I said not fast enough!

Little Anders was paralyzed by fear, and thus the first casualty.

Knut was strong and laughed in the face of death. But he didn't laugh long.

Wait - you forgot some!

The bodies piled up.

The lone survivor had hidden himself away in a tree.

Now he is cursed to toddle the earth alone with only himself for company, only the bodies of his comrades for sustenance, and never able to speak because the speech centers of his brain had not yet developed.


  1. Ah, whale meat; it's the best. I'm glad you got to the Vigeland park, my favourite place in all of Norway and only slightly mocked by you. Hello, one guy did all that by hand in his lifetime. Because people, what Ellen so casually disrespects here, is perhaps 2% of the park's entire collection of statues. And yes, he did it on commission. And yes, if it had been in Hong Kong they would have been pulverised for breaking the obscenity laws.