Written on August 5th, 2018:
I have so much to be thankful for! It feels incredible!! I love that as I am writing this, I have a kitty, Choppin, that keeps trying to play on my laptop. She loves to sneak up on it from the back of the sofa and spring onto my keyboard in a powerful leap. I even tried turning off the monitor, but then she becomes affixed with her reflection. Therefore, every 10 minutes or so I need to delete the random key strokes she has inevitably made. Cats are so wonderful ❤ Just one of the many, many things I am so grateful for experiencing this past week. In fact, I am overcome with emotion about how remarkable my life is right now. I know I will come back to Norway after I leave the end of the month, if anything to visit my friend Linda and her family. But now that we have a budding business in the works, it’s clear that it won’t be long before I see her again. I had such a phenomenal time with her and her friends and family. My visit couldn’t have gone more perfect. I will detail out a few highlights of my trip.
During my first two days in Haugesund, I was able to experience two incredible classical concerts. One of which Linda was a participant. It was contemporary music and ended up being the most intense concert I have ever attended. First, I follow a group of around 40 other spectators up a tight staircase into medium sized gallery room with art hanging on the walls. The room was dimly lit and Linda was scattered amongst the other performers between groupings of 3-4 chairs facing out from one another. These chairs were where the audience, myself included, would immediately sit. As soon as I entered the room I felt self-conscious and nervous like I was about to preform. The actual musicians would approach the audience on several occasions with their instruments. Now when I say instruments, the traditional trumpet, bass, viola, snare drum weren’t the only instruments I am referring to. The musicians also played/used stones, sticks, coins, paper, etc., all filling the room with different sounds from all directions. Many of us in the audience were often smiling. Some also looked very serious like they were watching a traditional symphony. Even if there were a dozen people all breaking sticks piece by piece in front of them. It was delightful. After about 20 minutes the musicians suddenly left the room and walked down the tight spiral staircase. The audience looks at each other wondering what we’re supposed to do, but slowly we stand up and follow the odd sounds happening within the room beneath us. Here we gathered on the floor sitting up against the wall. This was another gallery room with bright colored paintings and statues. In a corner there were 3 people dressed as clowns, hair makeup, noses, everything. They were all reclined in varying positions. It is clear the performance is about to begin and the bass starts to play and one of the clowns begins to sing in the most gorgeous tenor voice. The other two clowns, both women, continue singing where the other ended in succession. The soprano sounded as if she were crying at times. It was very moving. We in the audience all possessed a script, in English, The World, by Daniil Kharms, May 30, 1930. The dialogue was about how the world is different than how he previously viewed it once upon a time, but maybe it’s just that our perspective is different. We are part of the world and our parts reflect back who we are. How we are all a sum of the world’s parts. I am probably butchering the meaning behind this glorious piece of art so I will include a link to this piece here http://tarafallon.blogspot.com/2010/10/werld-by-daniil-kharms.html and you can make your own interpretation.
I also visited a Viking Museum that was all outside. Linda, Linda’s Sister, Elisabeth and myself/Chewy all hiked around the forest to view the boat houses and nearby water. Sorry, I didn’t get many pictures it rained almost the entire time. One thing I did question here is, are Norwegians are taller than most of the world? I’m thinking this is just going by the mean? Most of the people are normal height, I don’t even notice. But, occasionally, I will cross paths with a very, very tall person or families who have the Giant Genes. These individuals are easily over seven feet tall. I feel bad for them because they are often slouched down or bending and twisting to get through doorways. I suppose this is due to their Viking heritage.
I don’t know when I will be able to write again as the Biodynamic farm I am going to next requests no cell phone or wifi use. I will post more eventually. In the meantime here is a quick gif of Choppin bothering Chewy.