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Preparing to learn
by Signe
Yesterday i went on a road-trip with Peter, Helene and Simon. It was a fresh crisp day with mind-lifting sunlight and bright blue sky. We sat in an old ford fiesta that Simon had borrowed from his grandmother just that morning. While driving we told stories about every thing and nothing that sprung to mind. Things from childhood, adolescence and so forth. Old stories mainly. On our way we passed small villages and curvy snow covered landscapes. Things you completely forget exist when you live in the city. We even stopped a few places. The first one was an old ruin. We had to walk for a while to get there and there wasn’t that much left of it. It was so quiet. It was like even the air was standing still. All you could hear was our footsteps in the snow quirking with each new step. After that we continued our journey to a a small place called Hellegnæs where there was a lighthouse on a beach. We took a walk and picked up stones tried to find ones that fitted our friends, team-mates or other people that matter. Then we imitated karate kid standing on the big stones doing the ”wax on wax of”. It was all very mellow, cosy, peaceful. It made me think of what learning is and how preparing your self for learning is just as important as being in the learning situation. Sometimes the best thing you can do is to clear your mind in the company of good friends.
Police dinner with immigrants
by Torhild
Ali, Hussein and Hassan are ready to eat their favourite Arabic meal to celebrate id, and they know that the hard knock on the door means angry policeman from upstairs coming to complain about something. Ali – 100% Arabic, which means terrorist look, opens the door. “What’s that distinct, illegal smell coming so often from this apartment?” “I’ll be happy to tell you what that is, but first you must join us for this wonderful Arabic meal.” They eat, and for a long while the smell is forgotten – the policeman is having his first dinner ever with immigrants. “The dinner was lovely”. “Thank you, and I would love to tell you what that smell is, but first you must drink Arabic coffee with us.” They drink. Ali prepares a water pipe – the coal on the hob smells strange. They smoke apple tobacco and enjoy themselves all evening. “You have to come visit me sometime soon” the policeman says as he walks out of the door – “and bring the water pipe.”
Now what’s fun about trains??
by Henrik
Next time I see an interesting movie, I will make a copy of it and leave it in a train and place an yellow arrow with the message of why I left it there, and what people should do with it. I will do that only for the sake of my own because I love giving things away that has the possibility of creating a change in another person and perhaps even in society. Thank you for giving me the time of reading/listening to my story
My shoes.
By Tone
I have a pair of shoes. Its one called “you”, and one called “me”. I have an itch on left foot. It’s you. The seller said the shoe would adjust when I bought it. Apparently he was wrong, because I have been wearing “you” for a long time now and it´ s not feeling more comfortable at all. “Me” is always the one taking the first step. “You” always follow after, but it feels like “you” is holding “me” back. Stupid left shoe. -But at the same time “you” is as much important as “me”. Imaging not having “you” if I was walking on rough ground. Just “Me” would never be enough then.
The pedicure back in nam
By Ellen
Vietnam. Tropical heat and a lot of people. A lot of poor people. I’m a westerner and like when poor people take care of me. I do pedicure, every day I do pedicure. I cost nothing, I have money. I do it on the street. This time it hurts when they are finished, I hurts in my toe. I don’t care much. I’m travelling along the cost. That fucking pain. Pain in my toe. I can’t sleep at night, the pain and smell of fish makes me wanna throw up, I do it. I do it on the street. I’m at the doctors. He doesn’t speak English, but give me some medicine anyway. Pain relievers and god knows what. I’m in Hanoi, that fucking pain, I cry like a baby. I look at my toe; it has the size of a tomato and it´s all black. A rotten tomato. The American says – man that shit looks like it’s gonna fall of. That convinced me. Back at the hospital. I don’t understand what they say, but what I do understand are their pale faces. I’m in a wheelchair now. I feel ridiculous. The doctor says – most operate. And they do. I wake up, what have they done?
The everyday extremists
By Rowan
They are everywhere… I even find myself doing irrational, somewhat extreme things at times, such as winterbathing, sleeping for 16 hours or in others ways testing the extremes of otherwise quite normal things. It can make me wonder if there is a meaning in the extremes.
The pink lady
By Brava
"Shut up"! Said the lady in the pink dress. He looked at her and smiled. " Do you really think I care? She turned around and looked out of the window, outside of the local bank two boys were about to put on skimask. They both had a gun, black plastic bags and some doctape. They looked at eachother for split second before they ran in. She turned towards the man and said...
Lunchbox:
By Mads
Dear lucnhbox,
I write you because I have a huge frustration every time we are having a lunchbreak. My whole foundation of my excistence seems to disappear underneath me because of my lacking ability to choose the perfect nutrition for my little tommy. I have tried to solve my problem by talking to my team-mamnagers and co-students, but this has madde me even more confused. Yesterday I share my nutrition problem with my fellow-students. Espen told me to go to the bagel-place, Maja proposed the Architect-school and Peter Liljeros simply suggested the smack-snack solution. AAAAAAArrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhh!
I hope you can help me solving my problem.
Hugs and kisses
Choices and excuses
By Maja
Between ”knowing that I have to do something” and ”to do something” there is excuses until you make a choise. Today my excuses were coffee and tjecking mails. But now I have taken my choice
The Face
By Stine
A guy called Charlie has been working with us, teaching us how to tell stories. Charlie has been working in different magazines, one of them being former trend and lifestyle mag called The Face. This, in my eyes, gives Charlie a lot of cred, as The Face was incredibly inspiring to me, taking the pulse of the late 90ies.
When I was 17, I left the north of Norway to live in UK for a year. There I discovered The Face. I loved it. It became my key to the popular culture scene. Perhaps especially when it comes to music. The Face did cover stories about Blur, Kula Shaker and Air, naming Moon Safari the best debut record of the 90ies. I read every issue several times. I think I still know the names of the Kula Shaker band members by heart.
Flyer haikus
By brilliant minds
Your agenda sucks My agenda winter blues Flyer sun is out
Fly flyer flying Winter Clementines so good Run forrest run
The flyer sat free In the light of winter minds In dark I’ll glow
Birth of a flyer Two agendas is pase We welcome the spring
Luci in the sky with diamonds Flayer on the snow ground Free free set us free
Charlie Charlie cha Cha cha Charlie cha cha cha Cha cha cha charlie