The coalescence of scientific, social, and physical activities is the central tenet behind the Geilo Physics School.
The coalescence of scientific, social, and physical activities is the central tenet behind the Geilo Physics School.
Panic and stress in tight layovers are compensated by gorgeous sights during my flights at sunset and sunrise.
The Norwegian Centre for Neutron Research kicks off with a contest.
Three weeks down, forty-nine to go.
Isn't Christmas too big of a holiday to be limited to one or two days? Norway has at least six names for the days before Christmas through New Year's.
A thick winter fog rolls through Norway and leaves a delicate, crystalline wake.
The best way to consume culture is through a native's homemade food.
You can learn a lot from a nation based on the design of their currency.
November 8th was a metaphorical earthquake for politics and every day hence has been an aftershock.
There's a bulk candy section in every Norwegian grocery store. I'm not sure how there is not an obesity or tooth decay epidemic here already.
"Permitteringer" was a Norwegian word I did not expect to learn so quickly.
Million, billion, and trillion mean different things in different languages, or sometimes different things in the same language.
After watching the Presidential Debate and thinking about the post-debate coverage, analysis, and podcasts, I finally understand why Donald Trump is the way he is.
One of the best discoveries on the internet is finding something that speaks to you and for you, when you can't find the words or pictures yourself.
September 11th continues and will continue to be a defining point of perspective on the passage of life in my generation.
Chocolate milk has always been a special treat for me since my K-12 days where I drank a half-pint of it every day during lunch.
It's been about one month in Norway (and there are 29 more to go).
Project Photopoetry: ATL to LAX has been completed. Tentative MailChimp e-mail subscription service has been added.
It is common for Norwegians to fly flags on their property, possess hand-sized flags for waving, and/or hang flags in their home.
This feeling of déjà vu reminds me of how I felt the summer before starting the PhD program. Now that same feeling of ambitious, daydream-esque optimism is creeping in again with the postdoc.