Summer heat

Hello again!

This is my first attempt in a long time of wannabe-blogging where I really make a routine out of it. So maybe your constant update-tapping will come to an ultimate satisfaction! Recently I've gotten really excited about the summer, because I'm planning a hippie-journey to Molde to see Leonard Cohen and Marianne Faithfull. I hope my allergies won't prevent me from surviving in a tent. I have some expectations of other things that might make me forget my allergies for a little while..

I have also got an employment in the local foodstore. Rema 1000, you can find me in the sexiest blue vest you've ever laid your eyes on. Trying to smile politely enough for old women, but I've learned that it's not very fun making enemies when you have to deal with them every day!

In august, I'm planning a travel to Oslo and the Øyafestival. I'm excited to see artists like Beirut, Bon Iver, Fever Ray, Lily Allen, Madness, Mew, Farmers Market, Karin Park, Vampire Weekend, Tommy Tokyo etc.

I'm dreaming about having an art exhibition in the near future, maybe in autumn. I have many photographies which just lie around, and it's a shame actually. I feel they scream at me, they want attention. They want to arise from the darkness of the MAC-folders(No offence to Mac's, I love them). How much would you pay for a photo on canvas? Which price should I set? If anybody reads this, they can comment on it and name a reasonable price? I'm gonna say good day to you now, following with one of my best pictures.

Meditation on Rainbows and Rivers

I like summer mornings when breeze is flowing in my hair. This enriching feeling makes my mind float like a rainbow, and I can dance the endless path through trees and leaves. Making my attempt for world-like activities like school, food or love.

Other times I can dance endlessly to the sound of the river floating by. As I speak of this, I come to think of the man who died in the river, recently. I feel pity for him, and a little bit remorse even when I didn't know him. These recent days I have been fooling around pretending to be a journalist. As I see the eyes of the people I interview stare at me, I usually know when it's time to stop. I think they might feel that I'm not educated enough in the arts of question-asking.

Still I'm floating on this endless river, trying not to drown. And although some people might say that my actions are limited, I usually think of myself as quite randomly. Not caring as much as I used to, but maybe caring inside more than I realize. As weird as it sounds I'm trying not to grow up. I'm also trying to shock people on a regular basis, so they might learn something about the nature of eccentricity. And not be as normal as they propably are.