Oda Rygh

So I have got my health back. That was about time. The hamtrax was getting on my nerves.

Job interview tomorrow!
Preparation:

Bath. I need to Chill The Funk Down. Nice bath.
Shoes. Good shoes. Polished.
Shirt that fits. (Thanks Bravissimo!)

Stalking my interviewer online.
Stalking the company online. They seem to have written their own wikipedia article, complete with links to news-stories, all ready for the interested candidate. Awesome!
Watching Videojug’s inteview advice. Rikke Hansen (Best hidden danish accent ever) is very good.

Reading my CV again.

Trying to find my proof of having passed school things.
-I seem to have lost my SQA papers, but Highers weren’t my real qualification anyway.
Would be nice to show off the A in english though…
Got translation of the Norwegian qualifications, and proof that I am awesome from previous workplace.

Heels, yes or no? Heeding the advice from @Orjas’ book regarding female signals in the workplace.
Need to ask male for advice on level of pretty vs. professional.

Learning the lingo of SEO and online reputation management.
(So I can use the correct terms for stuff I know)

Freaking out over a skirt choice dilemma. Possibly going for trousers. Freaking over trouser dilemma.
Reading Swedish and Danish newspapers to make sure I actually speak the languages still. (I do.)

Now all I have to do is show up on time. Oh, and be amazing at them. No worries.

Oda er litt enig med de fleste partier. Og veldig uenig med alle sammen. Her er hvorfor hun ikke finner seg til pass hos noen. Uten økonomisk politikk tatt med i betraktningen. Tenk på det mer som et image-problem…

(Meninger kan fort korrigeres når tempen går ned.)

FrP  -  Ja, de er jo ikke akkurat FOR meg. Jeg vet hvem Baudelaire er, har lang utdanning og studiegjeld, kjenner opptil flere fremmedkulturelle, som også vet hvem baudelaire er, og kan identifisere flere vindruer ved smak uten å se flaska. Er i tillegg utvandret nordmann som har lært lokalt språk og spiser den lokale maten uten å bo i ghettoer.

Høyre – Er ikke homofil mann i dress, og hadde ikke klart å late som om jeg er verdikonservativ selv om jeg hadde vært det. Er noe hyklersk over økonomiliberal pluss verdikonservativ mener jeg..

Senterpartiet – Jeg hater ikke bønder. Jeg ER GLAD i norsk landbruk. Men norsk landbruk er ikke glad i seg selv og ser ut til å like innavl, mislike nyskapning i distriktene, og være mer opptatt av ulv og elg enn noe som har betydning for bygdas FREMTID. Jeg er for bygdenorge, og ergo imot senterpartiet.

KrF – Klining med folk av eget kjønn er ok. Og om man skal mene at abort er kjipt skal man være imot IVF-behandling og, uansett hvor heteroseksuelle paret er. Fler fostre kastet vekk fra fruktbarhetsbehandlinger enn fra abort. Denne ene inkonsekventheten avslører diverse kristne bevegelser mer enn noe annet. (Og her skal det blogges mer en gang jeg er mindre dopet og har lavere feber…)

Venstre – Sponheim.

AP – Klarer ikke både å være fokelige og dyktige politiske håndverkere. Det ser bare teit ut. Velg. Enten kappes man med Høyre, eller FrP. Velg utdanningsnivå.

SV – Man kan ikke både være idealist og dyktige politiske håndtverkere. Ihvertfall ikke med deres velgermasse. Det ser teit ut. Velg. Enten er man idealist eller regjeringsmedlem. Velg.

I thought I was feeling better. Slightly.

Then I felt worse again, and remembered that paracetamol only works for 4 hours or so. So I had more. Nice drugs. Niiiice drugs.

All of you.

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So I have been diagnosed with (possible) swineflu.
Will cover it live from bed for public interest.

Symptoms:

Blurry vision.
Dry-ish and kinda sharply hurting cough.
Difficulty breathing.
Snot. Lots of it.
Mild nausea, probably snot-related.
Stomach-upset
Tiredness, sleeping twice normal hours (13 as opposed to 6,5)
Waking up lots during the night because of breathing or being too hot.
Mental fatigue. (Watching Yes, Minister for one episode made me want to snooze.)
Headache.
Chest pains.
Hot flushes. Standing in front of an open window feels far too good.
Fever. Unsure how high.
Muscle weakness, randomly and annoyingly stopping me from getting up or lifting the kettle.
Brain Not Working Properly. (Writing this post has taken me close to an hour, I stutter for words on the phone and forget the beginning of sentences mid sentence.)

Medication:

Paracetamol for the fever and pains
Benilin for the cough
Sudafed for the breathing at night

Status: Bored. Really, really bored.
I can’t read things, even Norwegian kids books. I can skim online articles but not understand them, I can’t sleep.
I am too hot for everything. I have made egg drop soup, but that was as much cooking as I felt up to, and even then I cut myself whilst chopping garlic.. I never cut myself whilst cooking. Ever.

Noen husker kanskje en viss statsråd sin kommentar om å stå opp om morran. Det var enten ubetenksomhet på høyt nivå eller FrP-frieri, eller begge deler.

Men så har det seg sånn at jeg er litt enig.

Ikke veldig enig, ikke på samme måte som kommentaren ble oppfattet, men ut av å selv ha opplevd en situasjon der jeg kunne sove til middagstider fordi det ikke var noen vits å stå opp så kan jeg på sett og vis sympatisere…

Å ha rutine, døgnrytme, og en mening med livet er viktig. Å ha en arena for nettverksbygging, en mulighet til å utvikle deg, en slags tilhørighet til samfunnet gir deg mer selvfølelse enn noe annet kan.

Og å IKKE ha en slik livslinje er å be om depresjon, lav selvtillit, og litt for liberalt forhold til rusmidler.
Min teori: Sosial eksklusjon fører til uførhet. Ikke til at folk later som om de er mentalt psyke, men til at de faktisk blir det.

Ett fantastisk tiltak: Arbeidsinstituttet i Buskerud. Et lavterskeltilbud til ungdom i videregående alder som er uten videregående-tilbud. Ungdom som kunne endt opp som trygdemottagere får tilbud om en sertifisering i ett fag som kantinedrift, mekaniske fag, eller kan velge å pusse på matten eller engelsken. Jeg tror ikke at det er utdanningen som er det viktigste, men at ungdom blir gitt en grunn til å stå opp om morran. Et forum for menneskelig kontakt, bygging av vennskap, og oppnåelige krav. Mestring.

Og CVen etterpå sier ikke bare at du droppet ut av skolen, men at du frivillig møtte opp, frivillig tok ett tak, at du fikk en kvalifikasjon. At du er DUGANDES til noe. At det er blitt FOLK av deg!

At du har stått opp om morran, og kommer til å fortsette med det.

So far I have got a few interviews with this CV.

Apparently it is ok, despite being a bit heavy on the buzzwords.

(It is not a beautiful thing, pardon the formatting, MS Word was at one point involved in the process… This is not an example to be followed. )

Forslag fra @bjornario

Facistfylla er når du har nådd en viss promille og begynner å få en merkelig blanding av ekstreme liberale og autoritære tendenser.

Man blir gjerne for eugenikk som konsept, vil stenge (Eventuellt åpne) norske grenser, er for legalisering av stort sett allt, blir mer sympatisk inntillt til dødsstraff for naskeri, vil opprette fangekoloni på Jan Mayen, mener at alle menn burde holdes i bånd i egne leire for fritt bruk til lyst eller grøftegraving eller arrangerte deathmatcher (Da det er allt menn er bra for etter at vi gikk fra et stammesamfunn til et EQ-samfunn), og synes at 24-timers alkoholsalg på besinstasjoner er en god ide.

Det siste fordi flaska er tom og man gjerne skulle svippet ned på shell for påfyll.

Men idstedet sovner man, og når man våkner opp er det en ny dag, og man stemmer på SV eller KrF eller AP eller Høyre eller noe sånnt.

Analysis of the results after the national tests in Norwegian primary education has shown that boys in 8th grade (15-16 years or so) read far worse than their female peers.

EXCEPT when their parents have high education. In which case girls and boys alike do well.

So my question is: How on earth can low educated parents complain about the feminisation of schooling, and how schools are for girls and gays, and so on when they clearly are the ones to blame for their sons’ low attainment?

As here is a proven link between low educational outcome and extremely gendered views in general, and a working class view on mens work is not known for being linked to academic performance, perhaps the whining about “Femiskolen” and “emasculation of boys” is more related to the general attitude to schooling among these boys’ parents, and maybe also the low achievement-levels of their sons have something to do with their parents’ attitudes? Just wondering…

Ofcourse, norway has no working class as everyone is the same, so please disregard this ranting.

This is pasted for my examrevision of social demography. A Wonderful exam (I got an A), in a subject taught by a demographer who started out in gender studies, my most inspiring lecturer yet.

“Social demography has the perks that the main theory and founding event of this statistical subject “The demographic transition“, occured in a time of few to no records on poupulation composition, happened at various times in various countries to various extent, with the events and assumed causes of the effect having no system to them when countries are compared. Norway were quite EARLY with a fairly accurate-ish cencus (Ignoring certain vagrant groups and ethnic minorities and suchlike), the first one being in 1901. Demography is in other words the art of making accurate predictions based on the past on which we have no meaningful data, assuming that all generations will have identical lifecourses, no social change happens, and ignoring immigration.

It makes for great essays and much EU funding.

This is another feminist lecturer, this time a man, who has his own special theories regarding female emancipation as an EFFECT of lower birthrates, rather than as a cause of them. These theories are seductively simple and intuitive, and I have to work really hard to not take everything he sais as fact. The man is just TOO NICE.

Anyway, for those of you interested in numbers which are lies:

Replacement rate: The assumed number of children each woman must have to keep the population up. It is calculated by adding a fraction of each child a woman have had over a cross section of society. i.e, It takes the number of kids 1000 16yearolds have, divide it by the bredth of the study (The gap from 16 to 50), and then do the same to every year in the cohort.  And add up the average number of children a fertile woman have AT THAT TIME.

The replacement level of 2,1 is entirely arbitrary, after the system “2 per couple, plus a bit for the infertile ones and early deaths”. This number would be entirely ok to measure trends with if all generations did presicely like the previous one. The recent dip in replacement rate is more likely to do with women delaying childbirth till after education, than women deciding not to have kids. Which is the case will only be measurable when the women who FIRST decided to delay childbirth have come to the end of their fertile years (or more to the point: The end of what is measured).  In norway this number has now corrected itself, and women of Norway are birthing as much as before the intruduction to the pill.

I will come back to you on this one in 30 years in other words.

Ageing population: The art of making the fact that childhood mortality has reduced, and people surviving past 70 seem like a bad thing.

Dependency ratio: Surely this is the number of people who are economically active divided by the people depending on these people for support? Surely? No.
This is the number of people of working age, divided by the people under 16 and over pensionable age. Another perfectly good measure in certain economic situations. But not when it comes to deciding if we are heading for a tax burden crisis. Students, the infirm, the unemployed, and female labourmarket participation has NO effect on this ratio. If anything it has “improved”, as large families are no longer commonplace, and infant mortality is extremely low.

…I am fairly relaxed. And feeling smug. I have defeated numbers. Using brains.