Martin Parr


Parr (1952-) er en engelsk fotograf og fotojournalist. Han er kjent for intime, satiriske og antropologiske blikk på det moderne liv i den vestlige verden. Særlig har han dokumentert sosiale klasser i England.

Han utviklet en egen teknikk der han ofte bruker makrolinse og gjerne en ring-blits for å komme så “nært” som mulig på objektene sine.
Bildene av folk i hverdagssituasjoner - jobb, fritid og ferier (hmm - tenker på Adorno her) får i gang mange tanker hos meg om alt fra meningen med arbeid og meningen med fritid. I tillegg får jeg en respekt for vanlige folk (som meg selv) som sliter seg gjennom året for så å kunne nyte noen små øyeblikk her og der.

Leisure, consumption and communication are the concepts that this British photographer has been researching for several decades now on his worldwide travels. In the process, he examines national characteristics and international phenomena to find out how valid they are as symbols that will help future generations to understand our cultural peculiarities. Parr enables us to see things that have seemed familiar to us in a completely new way. In this way he creates his own image of society, which allows us to combine an analysis of the visible signs of globalisation with unusual visual experiences. In his photos, Parr juxtaposes specific images with universal ones without resolving the contradictions. Individual characteristics are accepted and eccentricities are treasured.

(Tilfeldig at jeg poster dette når jeg nettopp har lest meg opp på Adorno?)

Theodor Adorno

Det Adorno sier om fritid (leisure time) appellerer til meg;

To elucidate the problem I would like to use a trivial personal experience. Time and again in interviews and questionnaires one is asked what one has for a hobby. Whenever the illustrated newspapers report one of those matadors of the culture industry -whereby talking about such people in turn constitutes one of the chief activities of the culture industry- then only seldom do the papers miss the opportunity to tell something more or less homely about the hobbies of the people in question. I am startled by the question whenever I meet with it. I have no hobby. Not that I'm a workaholic who wouldn't know how to do anything else but get down to business and do what has to be done. But rather I take the activities with which I occupy myself beyond the bounds of my official profession, without exception, so seriously that I would be shocked by the idea that they had anything to do with hobbies -that is, activities I'm mindlessly infatuated with only in order to kill time- if my experiences had not toughened me against manifestations of barbarism that have become self-evident and acceptable. Making music, listening to music, reading with concentration constitute an integral element of my existence; the word hobby would make a mockery of them.

-T.W. Adorno, from his essay "Free Time" (1969)

Samtidig får det meg til å tenke på Neil Postmans Vi morer oss til døde, som er mer aktuell i dag enn da den kom ut i 1985.

Mer om Adorno og Frankfurterskolen.

What's the point?


Michael Chabons avskjedsbrev;

As of spring 2020, I will be stepping down as Chairman of the MacDowell Colony’s Board of Directors. It’s time for somebody else to sit in the chair. When I took this position, nine years ago, Barack Obama was the President of the United States, Donald Trump was facing the imminent collapse of his financial empire, and Prince, David Bowie, Leonard Nimoy, Nora Ephron, Ursula K. Le Guin, Philip Roth, Gene Wilder, Muhammad Ali, Amy Winehouse, Elmore Leonard, Alan Rickman, and my father were still with us, just to mention the people who meant a lot to me. Along with BookCourt bookstore in Brooklyn, Saab automobiles, RadioShack, and, apparently, common decency.

… til avslutning et lys av håp:

Well, I don’t know about you, but I feel a little better than I did when I started. The hell with fascism. The hell with bigotry and paranoia. The hell with fools falling for the lies of charlatans; that’s what fools do. We’re just going to keep on doing what we do: Making and consuming art.

Les hos the Paris Review



Før alle strømmetjenestene kom var det ikke noe probleme kjøpe en CD eller leie en video. I dag bealer jeg mindre enn en CD pr måned for musikk og “leier” nesten aldri en film på iTunes. Det har vært en holdningsendring hos meg som liksom bare har kommet snikende.

På TV kan jeg altså leie filmer, men gjør det sjeldent. I stedenfor ser jeg film på Netflix eller HBO.
Selv om jeg har tilgang til (bokstavelig talt) nesten all verdens musikk gjennom Music føles det som om jeg setter mindre pris på musikken. Jeg nyter ikke en hel plate like mye, eller lenge som jeg gjorde når jeg kjøpte en LP eller en CD. Da var det som regel et overveid valg hvilke album man kjøpte og derfor satte jeg også mer pris på musikken.

Jeg er mer villig til å betale for abonnement på aviser og magasiner på internett - og kjøper snart bare morgenbladet som fysisk avis. Det eneste jeg ikke nyter på skjerm er bøker, de må være analoge.

PNS 2018


PNS tekst - bearbeidet 2019

Sweden in April. A little cottage in the woods, en röd stuga as the swedes call it. Waking up early. The sound of a sleeping house, a dog barking, muted, on the farm next to us and a few optimistic birds chirping is the only contentum. I add to the noise when putting on the coffee-machine. The smell of coffee will soon wake  the others, still sleeping, above.  

As I bring the coffee, and some chocolate - a bad habit of mine, out on the porch, I see the mist hovering over the fields. Lighter and lighter minute by minute until it has vaporized. I haven´t even finished my mug of coffee in that time, and I say to myself; this will be a good day.

Our bikes lined up next to each others, like horses in a stable. Made of steel, carbon and titanium and still covered in morning dew. Cleaned, oiled and adjusted for another day on gravel and swedish, frost-heaved tarmac.  
Frost heaving, («Tele-hiv») is when the tarmac is being lifted by the frozen soil underneath during the winter. When it melts during spring, it leaves cracks and holes in the road that can be a real challenge.
We fight it off with 28mm tires and low tire-pressure.

I pick up my iPhone (- the best camera is the one that´s with you), and I take a few pictures of the landscape. The pictures don´t need any filters to look altered; the colors of the late scandinavian spring are … pale. The grass is not very thick yet and has a light green hue, almost opaque. The wheat has just started it´s journey from through the soil and towards the sun. The leaves on the birch-trees are just slowly folding out, a strong light green color filled with what can only be optimism.

Pale is also how I look and feel when I get back in and I see myself in the mirror. A double espresso while eating a bowl of porridge brings the pink hue back to my cheeks.

Everyone is awake. Some eating, some checking mail, weather or instagram. Preparing the kit, long legs or just knees? Gloves or not? Routine-stuff. There is low chatter and a relaxed sensation before the next stage of our trip.

We leave our rented röda stuga when the first drops of light rain falls. It doesn't bother us, we know that these Scandinavian spring-days often bring all four seasons in one day.

Every trip has an end. We know where we will end up. And yet we don´t focus on that. We have talked amongst us of how we find pleasure in «just riding”, independent of a "need to reach the goal». On the bike , moving through rolling and ever changing landscape I am reminded of how Rosseau describes his hiking. How the swift movement gets the thoughts flowing, gives them courage and space to go beyond the constraints and limitations we give so often give them;

When I am in one place I can hardly think at all. My body has to move, to be in movement, for my mind to work. The sight of the landscape, lovely, changing views around every corner, being outdoors, a healthy appetite and the good health the hiking brings me. The good atmosphere in an inn, the absence of everything that reminds me of my dependencies, of everyting that reminds me about my situation - all of this frees my mind so that I can let my thoughts flow freely, with more courage and I can combine, sort and make them my own, without any fear or limitations.

(My translation)

Rosseau writes this about hiking. It could just as well been about biking. The flow of thoughts, a stream of consciousness and free associations. I can think about the Fibonacci-numbers because we talked about sunflowers last night, and then next second I wonder what to eat tonight.
Sometimes, riding alone with no one to talk with, I can hardly remember where I have ridden, or what has happened. My thoughts have flown, meanings, insights, interpretations of thoughts and ideas have come and gone. Very often I don´t remember a whole lot of that, but I have experienced that what stays in the back of my mind after such rides, are the important things that will come out later. Be it decisions I have to take, ideas that are worth trying or just a solution to a practical problem at home. 

Time to ride. We head out of the woods and the gnarly roads. There will be chatter, there will be silence and our thoughts will flow. Freely and without limitations or fear on a road to nowhere.



Fotografen Barry Rosenthal plukker plastemballasje på strendene utenfor Brooklyn, hvor han bor. Dette setter han sammen i collager, etter farger, typer eller hva som måtte være en grei kategorisering.

Nå vet vi at det flyter svimlende milliarder biter plastavfall i havet - da må det handles:

We need a paradigm shift in all packaging design,” he tells National Geographic. “Not just plastic bags and straw bans to make people feel good.”

via National Geographic

Michel Houellebecq


Samtlige jeg kjenner, som har lest Michel Houellebecq, (ikke mange) sliter - i likhet med meg, med å uttale etternavnet riktig. Jeg så nettopp et intervju med ham der han selv sa navnet sitt, så nå vet jeg at det uttales slik; `W´uell-bækk!

Well, som i det engelske ordet well, for kilde og bækk, som vårt ord for bekk. Så enkelt.

Om Submission og om Serotonin kommer siden


Ian Stannard. Tougher than the rest. And then some.

Ian Stannard. Tougher than the rest. And then some.

Boonen, Vandernergh og Terpstra har 40km på å knuse Ian Stannard i Omloop 2015…

Boonen, Vandernergh og Terpstra har 40km på å knuse Ian Stannard i Omloop 2015…

…Ian Stannard knuser Boonen, Vandenbergh og Terpstra på de siste 40 km av Omloop 2015

…Ian Stannard knuser Boonen, Vandenbergh og Terpstra på de siste 40 km av Omloop 2015

“Etixx-Quickstep: How did they manage to lose that???” gasps an incredulous Eurosport commentator, Rob Hatch. He finds the answer with his very next breath: “Never underestimate Ian Stannard.”


Stannard’s odds-defying victory in the 2015 edition of Omloop Het Nieuwsblad proved that it was possible to beat the Belgians at their own game. Having pulled Stannard with them to the head of the race at 40 to go, Etixx had a 3-1 advantage as it reached the final five kilometres. All they had to do, surely, was wear Stannard down. Punch. Counterpunch. And repeat. How many times have we seen it before?


Although their riders made a couple of tactical blunders, ultimately it was Stannard’s strength, his refusal to recognise when he was beaten, that prevented a foregone conclusion from being realised. Rather than allowing them to put him in the corner, Stannard threw punches of his own, knocking first Stijn Vandenbergh, then Tom Boonen(!) and, in the final straight, Niki Terpstra to the canvas.

Domestique - Also known as "gregario" or "knecht". The role of the domestique, or servant, is the most important in any team. In fact, it's so important, that it won't do with just having one domestique, you need a lot of these. The role of fetching water bottles, protecting riders from wind and pulling in break-aways isn't glamorous, but it's vital, and even the best star rider wouldn't win Tour de France without good domestiques. See Chris Froome (SKY) on stage 9 of the TdF 2013 for an example of how much harder a stage is if you have no help. All rider types can and will pull domestique duty during different parts of a race.

  • Captain - This is the rider that everyone else is riding for. Normally he's the one the team manager think has the best chance to win, but this can change during a longer stage race. In the TdF 2013, Moviestar started with Valverde as their captain, but ended up riding for Quintana when they realized he was going to finish the race better.

  • Super-Domestique/Lieutenants - We've had some teams pumping excessively much money into the contracts, signing riders to be domestiques even when they would be capable of being captains in other teams. See Saxo-Tinkoff as the most obvious example, signing Roche (AG2R) and Kreuziger (Astana) from their comfortable roles as captains to help out Alberto Contador. The upside of this is that you get incredibly strong support for your leader. The downside is that sometimes, the lieutenant is the stronger rider of the two, which makes them more tempted to ride for their own chances. See Froome climbing happily away from Wiggins in the TdF 2012.

  • Rouleur - The "Roller". To win a cycling race, you need to keep the wheels turning. The rouleurs are excellent pacemakers, setting a consistent high pace in the peloton. They are normally good TT (Time Trail)-riders, and while on domestique duty, they are called upon to ride any attempted breakaways into the ground. On the other hand, if you want to put on top speed and ride away from the peloton, there's no better rider to do it than a real rouleur. Powerful guys who can put out incredible watt numbers over long amounts of time. We've seen Fabian Cancellara outpace everyone in the classics several times, and Tony Martin made a Vuelta stage a Solo TT attempt. These guys can roll.

  • Grimpeur - The Grimpeur is a climber. As opposed to the rouleur, he might not be able to hold the cadence needed for a good solo TT run, but he's got muscles that can work with higher effort, sorely needed if you want to scale a mountain or two. By simple physics, the climber has a lot of advantages by being small and light-weigh. The less weight you lug around, the less energy you need to spend to get there.

  • GC - Grand Concours. The "Great Competitions". Strictly speaking, this means the three-week stage races; the Giro, Tour de France and the Vuelta, but in a matter of parlance, it can also refer to any stage race more than a week, and the GC now often means "General Classification". The big three is also referred to as "Grand Tours".

  • GC Rider - the GC rider is someone who the team hope will win GC races. To do so, they have to master both climbing and TT, or at least be so incredibly good at one that the other one doesn't matter. If you can do both incredibly well, like Chris Froome, well, then you're not a GC rider, you're a GC winner.

  • Road Captain - Before they had team radios, all decisions had to be made on the fly; when to breakaway, what riders to send, who to pull them in, etc etc. This is usually left to one of the most experiences (read: older) riders on the team, who've rode the race several times before, and know the course better than anyone. This is still important today, but some teams seems to have left everything to radio (SKY!), which means they are unable to cope quickly if many things happen at once.

  • Puncheur - This is a rider who's got a good sprint, but also enough punch in the legs to get over a medium hill or two. And at a considerable speed as well. They are the strongest racers in many classics, as they have the combination of speed and endurance needed to win such races. If the sprinters can't get up the hill to fight at the finish line, the puncheur is there to sprint down the rest of the reduced field.

  • Finisseur - A finisseur is someone who's got enough power to put in a decent uphill sprint, even at the end of a mountain stage. When most riders are struggling just to keep the wheels rolling, he can grit his teeth and accellerate away for the last half kilometer or so, putting a lot of seconds into his rivals. Joaquin Rodriguez is an awesome finisseur.

Jason Anderson


Noe ved abstrakte bilder gir meg lyst til å male selv… Bildene til Jason Anderson er analoge men måten han bruker “piksler” gir det en følelse av noe digitalt.

(Bildet over er abstrakt, ja vel, men det første jeg ser er en elvebank med en by i solnedgang i bakgrunnen.

Se forøvrig bildene til Joseph Lee lenger ned i blogg-strømmen min.



William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

William Shakespeare var sønn av en velstående kjøpmann i småbyen Stratford upon Avon. Man antar at han hadde en fin barndom, kun preget av noen fattige år da farens forretninger gikk dårlig.
Han beholdt kontakten til Stratford upon Avon gjennom hele sin tid karriere i London, og han døde i sin hjemby som en høyt ansett borger og med familiens ære mer enn gjenoppreist.

På latinskolen i Stratford fikk han en bred klassisk utdannelse som antakelig kan måles mot universutdannelse i dag - selv om han selv aldri kom på noe Universitet. (Pensum på en slik latinskole var forøvrig imponerende og er i seg selv en bloggpost verdt).

Før han fylkte 21 var han allerede trebarns-far og gidt med en 8 år eldre kvinne. Omtrent på denne tiden forlot han Stratford og “dukket” ikke opp igjen før omkring syv år senere. Disse “tapte” årene vet man ikke så mye om og det er mange som bruker tid på å finne ut hva som skjedde i livet hans da. Det kan jo ha vært sterkt påvirkende til fremtidige litterær produkjson. Man tror at han sluttet seg tilk en trupp omreisende skuespillere i denne perioden.

I 1592 var han en etablert og anerkjent skuespiller og dramtiker i London. Anerkjent nok til å bli både beundret og misunnet av sins samtidige rivaler.

Og rivaler var det nok av. Forfattere og dramatikere på denne tiden fikk ikke noen form for honorar om en bok eller et skuespill skulle selge bra. De måtte nøye seg med en, ofte liten, sum for en strøm av manuskripter de solgte til trykkere og bokselgere.
Forfatterne prøvde gjennom tilgenelser i forordene å tilegne seg gunst fra en eller annen rik beskytter, eller mesén som kunne hjelpe eller trygge dem økonomisk. (Mesén betyr velgjører. Navnet kommer antakeligvis fra den romerske statsmann Maecenas som var velgjører for dikteren Vergil).

Mange forfatter drømte om å bli oppdaget å få en latmannspost i stat eller kirke eller en fast pensjon for å gjøre det de ville - altså skrive. Dett ønsket gikk for de fleste aldri i oppfyllelse, så de måtte bukke og skrape seg gjennom livet.

Shakespeare innså tidlig at hans talent for å skrive drama kunne redde ham fra en slik situasjon. I 1596 var han skuespiller i to av Londons ledende teatergrupper som også oppførte stykkene hans.

Truppene hans var forpliktet til å spille for hoffet, mot honorar, når det var påkrevd, men ellers kunne de spille for alminnelig publikum i kommersielle teatre.
Etterhvert eide truppen selv to slike teater; det berømte Globe-teateret som var et rundt, delvis åpent auditorium med plass til ca 3000 mennesker. En vellykket oppsetning her kunne være svært innbringende.

Det andre teateret, Black Friars var mindre og helt under tak, men her tok man høyere billettpriser.

For Shakespeare var nå situasjonen ganse ideel; han hadde to teatre hvor han kunne tjene penger på å spille i stykker han selv hadde skrevet og som altså bel spilt på hans egne teatere. At han i tillegg hadde god kontakt med hoffet gav ham sannsynligvis også god innsikt i det livet - noe som må ha vært til hjelp i de mange dramaene han skrev om slike miljøer.

Det kommer mer, i ujevne strømmer…

Jeg fikk internett i 1996. To år senere begynte jeg på min første blogg. Den var tenkt som en slags dannelsesblogg for meg selv og som et tenkt oppslagsverk for mine barn etterhvert som de vokste.
De første årene brukte jeg et CMS kalt MoveableType.
Siden database ikke var min styrke da heller, var det ofte jeg ikke helt visste hvor filer og tekster ble av, så jeg ble aldri helt fortrolig med systemet. Jeg lastet ned alle blogpostene i en stor XML fil og sluttet å bruke det systemet for å drive bloggen.

Nå har jeg ryddet litt i e-postarkivet mitt, for å slette unødige dokumenter og større filer som bare tar plass. Da fant jeg den XML-filen jeg hadde lastet ned fra MoveableType da jeg sa opp kontoen.
Her lå alle blogg-innleggene som en eneste stor tekstfil med &ampers&%and og all mulig merkelig formattering.

Begynner å nøste opp i noen av postene fra da og den første er en om William Shakespeare. Her er begynnelsen av den.



Dette er Apples HomePod. Klikk på bildet og du vil du se bilde av IKEAs nye høyttaler de har lagd sammen med Sonos.

Graverende industridesign. (Klikk på bildet en gang til for å slippe å se når du blir uvel).

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Moderat Last time
Riff Raff Lava Glaciers (feat. Childish Gambino)
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311 Amber
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