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  • An alternative to minding your diet

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    (Stein) Runar Bergheim

    I have come up a (theoretical) alternative to dieting. It should be fool-proof and builds on the fact that the pleasure of eating is mainly about substance and taste. Once food is swallowed it is purely of nutritional value. The concept would be to intercept the food after it leaves the mouth but before it…

  • My first mobile-Internet-enabled camera

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    (Stein) Runar Bergheim

    Back in 1999 my “mobile computing platform” consisted of a Palm Pilot with a grayscale screen and a larger-than-life Nokia mobile phone with an onboard modem. These were communicating via an infrared link. As I was about to go on holiday one summer I found that it was possible to get a camera adapter to…

  • Why I do not trust FaceBook (and its relatives)!

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    (Stein) Runar Bergheim

    The last few weeks FaceBook has spread like a wild fire througout Norway. The major newspapers have started to pick up on the trend and having read their many articles to the praise of FaceBook, I feel like reflecting a little. Back in 1999/2000 a social networking site called eCircles was on the rise. A…

  • The Baghdad battery

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    In the 1930’s during the excavation of a village near Baghdad, archeologists encountered a battery – a 2000 year old battery to be omore precise. You can read more about the Baghdad battery and other world mysteries at http://www.world-mysteries.com. Read a short outtake from the World Mysteries homepage below: In 1936, while excavating ruins of…

  • FlexiFront: dersom djevelen barberar seg

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    Ein kveld eg var i retteleg godt humør hausten 2006 svara eg mot betre vitande når hustelefonen fasttelefonen min ringde. Det plar eg aldri gjere ettersom all erfaring tilseier at det er seljarar som ringjer. Men denne kvelden braut eg altså med leveregelen min grunna uvanleg ljos sinnsstemning. I den andre enden var det ein…

  • Exotic Menu at Sjávarkjallarinn

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    (Stein) Runar Bergheim

    During my three trips to Iceland I’ve had an exceptional dinner at Sjávarkjallarinn every time. The name means sea food cellar which is an excellent description of what we’re dealing with. The restaurant is located in a dimly lit cellar in downtown Reykjavik and is fitted with a modern yet comfortable interior design. The food…

  • Six good movies in the "drama" genre

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    (Stein) Runar Bergheim

    Recommending films is always difficult as I may ultimately be held accountable for wasting two hours out of someones life. Although a risky business, recommendations can tell you something significant about the person who gives the recommendation. Hence, I put a few recommendations up on my blog. Hearts in Atlantis Simon Birch Finding Neverland Million…

  • "Slamming" at A Tasca Tequila Bar in Lisbon

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    (Stein) Runar Bergheim

    A Tasca Tequila Bar is little more than a hole in the wall, located in a narrow street in Lisbons Barrio Alto district. Still, this is where I find myself coming back to every time I visit the city. At A Tasca I usually find myself drinking Tequila slammers. A Tequila slammer, for those who…

  • Moving to WordPress

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    (Stein) Runar Bergheim

    After having written on my homepage blogged for nigh on 10 years now I have come to the conclusion that I no longer have sufficient time to both developing the technology and blogging. Having assessed my alternatives I concluded that WordPress would be the best way forward. All the articles from my old web site…

  • Rein på Labakken

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    (Stein) Runar Bergheim

    Då eg var liten var det sjeldan å sjå rein i Fitjefjella i det heile. Ivrige fjellvandrande grannar kunne rapportere å ha sett reinstammen borte på Vona i Naustdal eller kanskje så nære som i Steinbotnen, i Hyemarka eller på Granekupa. Nede i tuna på Fitje var dei aldri som eg kan hugse. No går…