if i have nothing to say, i won't say it.

A job interview in Oslo, that goes rather badly. How it turns out that the pro’s are not so pro, and how it is impossible to say ‘sorry’.

Norway is stupidly beautiful. Sometimes there is no words left, and laugh is all you can do.

Alone in the woods, without internet, mobile coverage. What the mind does, when prevented from flitting, and chopping wood and dealing with one task at a time is the only option.

I stared at my friend’s washing machine. It has a million buttons, a big wheel, a digital display and a pile of little red and orange lights, with the odd green thrown in. I consider myself not a complete idiot, but have little patience with domestic appliances. They are here to make our lives simpler.…
Graffiti, street art, vandalism, drunken scribbles, guerrilla communication, culture jamming – call it whatever you want. Graffiti pieces focus on form, colour, technique; it is art, it is shape and message. The scribbles or stencilwork uses words and rarely seems to bother with the finer parts of typography or texture.

I travelled in South East Asia, Australia and New Zealand back in the dark ages before the internet. I remember my brother told me before I left, that in the future, I could use any computer anywhere in the world to talk to him. Back then I thought, but why would I want to?

Bachelor Thesis: The Smithsonian’s Human Origins Program Database: Relating scientific data through time and space. Museum of Natural History in Washington DC. Lars Bjørkevoll, Audun Hodnefjell, Bente Halvorsen

And so three years ended. Higher education. Just as I got good at playing the game, it is over. It was a mixed kettle; these three years. Most of the courses seemed exciting on paper, and a good handful of them turned out to be dreadful. Pointless. Insulting. Yes, digital media production is a new-ish…

Work work – no time to sightseeing or go arty photographing. Little snippets, though.

Warmer days in D.C.

australopithecus africanus, approx. 2.5 million years old

Back at the smithsonian institution, national museum of natural history in Washington D.C. In the anthro department we are again getting back to work among skeletons, sculls, dust and wonderful people.