In pictures: The various shades of Oslo City

Awoken from a thesistic hibernation! Writings from 6 months of Friluftsliv on the Urban Fringe!

So, the posts have been lacking over the past year...
this doesn't mean I have forgotten about this lovely project
however
it's a bit dusty
time to spiff it up


Where have I been?
....spending my time
.... in the Nordmarka (Northern Forest) of Oslo, Norway

fully engaged in the addictive landscape

and writing about it otherwise
and now upon finishing the thesis

here it is


excerpts will be posted sporadically for more light reading...
and hopefully it will soon be available in FULL (or now by request)

SO enjoy reading the findings of my autoethnopoetic analytical ramblings through the snowy socialized jungle of skiing on the outskirts of Oslo, Norway circa Winter 2014.

If you want to handle it.... Enjoy!

 Friluftsliv on the Urban Fringe

Stay Tuned ...

Creative Resistance

You don't have to subscribe to social constructions
but
then you must be be creative
...it's a trade-off

"Creative Resistance"

...it's not that you don't "give a fuck"
it's just that most socially constructed concepts lack legitimate support
and
of course we can argue
historical contexts
religious reasonsings
socio-economics
or the ever supposedly inarguable 'evolution'
and otherwise...

I am alone
in this world
as are we all
we are together
in this world
all functioning
interconnectioning
differentiating
dependent
combinations
of
independent parts
making our own decisions
creating our own reality....
...interesting...
...creative resistance...

Lowrider

Lowrider

This old belt of mine

My father gave me

The day before I left

On this journey

That started so long ago

It’s been everywhere

At drunken steps

In subway stops

smelling the stench of

Kimchi garlic

On elbow filled bus rides

And Touched the salt

In

The Sea of Japan

Been rain soaked

Outside in

Balinese Back alleyways

And heard the dogs barking

At 3 in the morning

Wrapped around me

Fallen into the sea

And binded bags

On backwood hitchhikes

Through the Croatian minefields

On low, flat bikerides

In the lush green german

Summer mountains

Crag hoppin’

Above the boots

Stompin

In the swamp of the chilly

English wilderness

And all this time

Could never keep my pants up… (to be continued)

                       

                                    - Low Rider

On the bus, in the city

I feel so peaceful

Sitting on the bus

Way up high

Double decker

In the sky

Watching the city

Just go by

My head is numb

My body’s warm

And I am enveloped

By the madness of this city

Runners World

Breaking for a moment

In the woods

Thinking…

There’s nothing

like the excitement

of a new pair of running shoes

feeling the freedom

to fly and tumble

through the forest

hopping roots to rocks

or straight away gazelle gliding

down a hot baked country road

sailing past dry wheat fields,

buggy mud bogs,

and ocean blue skies

while every bone, joint and muscle

rotate and push

up and down the hills

like a locomotive.

Enough for now

The mosquitos have found me

Got to run…

The museum in the autumn

Here…

I am all full of peace

in the art museum.

Here

away from the

cold outside.

In here

Surrounded by the warm

mental and physical

friction of souls.

So much movement of the mind

and body

to create

such stillness.