Oslo listening to Robbie Robertson

Arrived in Oslo a few days ago to see Joe and Martine and baby Sofia. Wandered around the city centre and visited museums including Munch. Jeff said it’s surprising how a whole industry can spring from one artist.

At least Munch received recognition in his lifetime unlike Van Gogh.

Vigeland Park was a revelation- a whole park dedicated to the sculptures of Gustavo Vigeland. At the centre is a huge granite tower with over a hundred bodies intertwined. Three stonemasons worked from 1929 – 1943 to complete the sculpture.

At the moment I’m sitting in Joe and Martine’s apartment listening to Robbie Robertson, drinking a White Dog – Norwegian wheat beer.

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Saturday morning reading

I’m enjoying the ritual of Saturday morning reading The Weekend Age and The Weekend Australian after breakfast of fresh squeezed juice, orange, grapefruit, apple, Ginger and carrot. Then poached eggs from Pat’s chooks, tomatoes from the garden on toast made with Pat’s bread and coffee from the expresso machine. Pretty lucky man really.

Just reading a review of Colin Thurbon’s latest book: To a Mountain In Tibet. He writes about the journey in the classic form of a double helix: an outer and an inner journey intertwined. Reminds me of Peter Mattieson’s The Snow Leopard. A quote:
‘We are entering the mountain as if following a jagged knife thrust.”

Listening to audio books

Since I have been out of action because of a crook back, I have been spending time on my back listening to audio books.

There are lots of free downloadable books read by volunteers but nothing beats a book read by an actor. It must be the timing, pausing and ability to change voice.

One problem is that I fall asleep and have to find out where it was when sleep overtook me.

Goodfoods Board of Directors lunch

We held the annual ‘goodfoods’ lunch today at 83 Templeton Street, Castlemaine. Joe Langdon flew in from Norway to share Potetlumpe – Med Laks. Basically potato pancakes with smoked salmon. You can see Joey below with his signature dish.

Garden sculpture sits in place

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Our banksia rose arbour fell over recently and I had to cut it up, and we decided to buy a replacement. Pat visited Tait’s ironwork shop in Castlemaine and returned with a “good idea”. Instead of an arbour to hang a rose on, why not buy a sculpture? There was the small difference in price but why not!

Cults primary and the flaneur

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Yesterday I visited Cults Primary School, situated in the heart of the affluent area of Aberdeen. The reason for the visit was to talk about the school’s eco-school status, specifically the wind turbine constructed as a result of an idea from students. The size of the grounds amazed me – on three sides there are trees, lawn, play areas,¬¨‚Ć a huge sports ground and on the fourth boundary is a woodland.

¬¨‚ĆIt’s funny being on your own after spending 10 days with friends, Steves Carroll and tobias, talking, working, walking, talking,¬¨‚Ćexploring, eating, drinking, talking. I’m being creative:

In order to be open to creativity, one must have the capacity for constructive use of solitude. One must overcome the fear of being alone.
–Rollo May

 One of the words I introduced the boys to is flaneur to wander the streets. They latched onto this and we flaneured Aberdeen, Inverness, and Edinburgh.

Flaneur

The term “Fl?¬¢neur” comes from the French verb fl?¬¢ner, which means “to stroll”. A fl?¬¢neur is thus a person who walks the city in order to experience it. Because of the term’s usage and theorization by Charles Baudelaire and numerous thinkers in economic, cultural, literary and historical fields, the idea of the fl?¬¢neur has accumulated significant meaning as a referent for understanding urban phenomena and modernity.¬¨‚Ƭ¨‚Ć

This afternoon it’s return home to Australia. Twentytwo hours in the air with more in airports which I don’t mind as long as I have a book I’m happy.