The radio interview this morning was fun, and living as we do in convergent times, they remediated it into a web article three hours later: Doktor i internettfiksjon [update: with a link to the audio]. Very efficient way of interviewing people, that. I mean, it was literally a four minute interview, with all of three minutes of small talk on either side. My taxi pulled up at 6:53 (a little late, the driver went to the wrong address…) and they waved goodbye to me at 7:03, by which time the news had been on for three minutes.
The taxi driver who drove me home was cute. It was his second day on the job, so he was extra talkative, and by way of conversation he asked me whether I worked at NRK, where he’d picked me up. No, no, I said, they interviewed me. “Oh, you’re famous!” he said, making me laugh with that pleasure at being flattered, even jokingly. “You can drop me off here”, I said, “don’t bother driving all the way in, there’s so little room to turn.” But he insisted. “Nonsense! You’re famous! I’ll drive you all the way to your door step!”
He had the radio on, of course, but it was tuned to Radio 1. Not NRK.