Seth, my norsk hero.

I'm feeling rather prolific to make up for my complete summer of non-posting. So I'm going to brag about my buddy Seth for a second.

First of all, Seth is one of the coolest people I know. I determine his coo-ality, and basically anyone's, using one key metric: independence. I love people who do their own thing. I love people who know what they want and go for it. I love people who are true to themselves no matter what. So while Seth and I have little in common other than a sketchy past in a collegiate a capella group, a love of all kinds of movies, and a keen intellect (if I do say so myself), I love him and put him in my top five friends any day of the week.

Seth is in Norway right now, at the beginning of an incredible six-year program where he is learning Norwegian (so he can understand his classes) and Electronics in lovely Trondheim. As far as I know, Seth has no ties to Norway whatsoever. He just found this program and has committed six years of his life to it. He's pretty much my hero for that. I'll miss him while he's in Norway, but I'll probably see him just as much as I did when he was in Boston and I was in Seattle (which is to say, about every 2.5 years).

I'll keep thinking warm thoughts of him (I understand it's cold in Norway), and hoping he doesn't get arrested for dumpster diving, or kill himself trying to play Ultimate Frisbee indoors. If any of my dear readers would like to read more about his adventures, he's blogging about it at Norwhuh? Be warned... Seth takes a rather free-form approach to blogging (actually to just about everything, now that I think about it [including his facial hair, which is getting rather impressive]). It's not for the faint of heart.