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Collage & photos: K.Udland This collage is a result of a particular person not wanting to work - just play. She being all homo ludens  - a playing woman -  today. The issue when not keeping focus on workrelated activities - during the hours of the day you are supposed to, is to make sure you enjoy yourself. Because God knows - and you all know - guiltypleasure is hard to deal with. Then again, I believe we actually do not play enough on a daily basis. We should spend time playing every day, and sometimes all day. Have fun . Play with whatever gives you joy and pleasure. Know what happened to me after todays playday? I awoke my creativity . And work became play. Go! Play! Create! s o r r y m u m 

Ærfugl på egg. Foto: K.Udland Hva ville mormor sagt? Jeg rydder plast og annet søppel i skjærgården i Sandefjord. Jeg rydder de små plastbitene, sigarettsneipene og bruskorkene som fugl og fisk spiser fordi de forveksler plastbitene med mat. Vi leser mye om konsekvensene av dette. Skilpadder som sulter fordi magen er fylt med plastbiter og gir metthetsfølelse, strandede hvaler med plast og bildeler i magen og hekkeplasser for albatross på øyer utenfor Australia der kyllingene dør fordi de mates med plast av velmenende foreldre. Men vi behøver ikke reise langt for å se konsekvensene av forbruket vårt. Dette bildet av en ærfugl på egg er tatt på en holme ytterst i Tønsbergfjorden våren 2016. Jeg plukket to kilo plast på en halv time rundt denne vakre og tålmodige moren. Du ser selv. Hva ville mormor sagt? Vi skrur tiden tilbake og hun ville svart med en masse spørsmål: Hva er plast? Hva er en plastbærepose? Hva er en plastflaske? Hvordan ble det sånn? Hvorfor bruker du plast...

Fra Majones til "Mormors majonesbrød". Foto: K.Udland Mormor ville ikke kastet en majones som ikke ville tykne fordi hun var for utålmodig til å vente til eggene fikk samme temperatur som oljen. Hun ville ikke bannet - mest fordi hun var halvkristen og sørlending - men ville nok tenkt at de gode eggene hun hadde brukt til majonesen ikke hverken skulle eller kunne går til spille.  At eggene mine var økologiske gjør jeg et poeng av i dag. Mormors egg var fra egne høner på gården og økologiske egg den gangen var bare egg. I dag er egg egg som er produsert av høner som er stappet ufrivillig inn i små bur med kun ett formål: å produsere egg og produsenten (ikke en bonde?)må påse at den stakkars høna ikke blir syk i kroppen underveis i verpingen, med den følge at medisineringen foregår kontinuerlig og via foret.  Psykisk ubalanse er hun garantert i. Høna.  Etter to forsøk - faktisk tre - ga jeg opp og satt "suppa" til siden. Hva gjorde jeg dagen etterpå når den s...

It`s not about what I earn.  It`s about what  I do. 

Piri on Rarotonga. "You can only appreciate so many mountains and beautiful lakes, sunsets and turquoise lagoons - then you have to meet the people ", a friend once said. And he was right. When travelling over time, as I did a year, your surroundings start to not give any meaning. You stop seeing and appreciating nature. Nature fatigue . Very interesting phenomena that can even make you sad and depressed. Pointing out the reason helped. I knew I had to meet the people, so I changed my focus. On Rarotonga, an island in the Cook Islands, I met Piri. In 2002. First at his coconut-tree-climbing show where we als where taught how to make a fire with sticks and to cook with hot stones in the ground. We all had to work together and it gave meaning. It  took us half a day to cook the meal. Piri making a fire. The stones were heated by the fire we made. Piri worked hard with dry moss and two sticks and we all gave shelter from the wind so he could nurture the fire. Piri work...

Maori sculpture by a New Zealand road. Photo: K. Udland I cannot believe people from New Zealand read my blog! That makes me so happy. I love that country. Travelled both islands in 2004 in an old, yellow car bought outside Auckland. Stayed for months. What impressed me the most on New Zealand was the people. They made me feel like a guest in their country - not a tourist. When - not if - I studied a map on the street, people would come up to me and friendly offer their help. Or invite us to their house. We even got to sleep in a marae - a  house where the maori used to live in large families. Grandparents, aunts, cousins - everybody sleeping in one big room. Until the English moved the maories by force to live in small houses which made my friend so unhappy as a little kid missing his grandma, he ran away to be with her in the night. She met him by the creek... He also told me how he used to stay in the forest for days and weeks without food and even clothes just living o...

New York 1964 This is a photo of me and my mum in 1964 sailing in to New York on a tanker. Happy times. I am safe, chubby, happy and warm. Mum seems happy, too. We chose to go. To explore other continents, people and cultures. I learned to walk on this ship. Today, in 2015 - 51 years later - people travel to other countries for their safety. They run from wars and terror and killings and the hopeless and the sad. Refugees of war who used to study at the university, work as a lawyer or a teacher, who met up with old friends for a coffee after work, went dancing in the night or spent the evening watching "True Detective" or "Notting Hill".  Perhaps. And then war happened. Strangers bombed their houses, killed their neighbour, shut down the university and the cafe and there were no longer jobs for lawyers and teachers. Time to run. Time to go. Time to save their childrens lives. Some have uggs and iphones and cashmere sweaters and of course they bring it when th...

Neigbourhood graffiti by unknown human being. Thanks, I enjoy it daily. That is sooo hard.. Don't talk about it, be about it .   I truly admire people doing that - or being that. Dedicated. Being something. Not just during workinghours, but being and living it. Waking up in the morning being that person. Being a musician, a priest, a writer, a husband, a birdwatcher, a gardener, a traveller..being just that all your hours - and loving it.  That is what life should be about. Not wanting to stop working because that job is not a job, it's what you are and want you seek to do every single second of the day. That does't mean you don't have to work hard. You do. The difference being it doesn't feel like work. It feels like fun. Like blogging, perhaps?  I know people being , but not being able to make it into a living (not enough being?), and they work as a mailman in the mornings and play the drums in a band at night. Paint stunning portraits during the da...

Photo: K.Udland PMS, vannhode, Alzheimer og menopause Jeg har lekt med fenomenet PMS og trukket linjer fra PMS til hydrocephalus (tidligere: vannhode) og Alzheimers syndrom. Hva er det som egentlig skjer med oss kvinner i denne perioden? Hva bør vi vite og hva bør våre kjære være forberedt på månedlig? Hva har skaperverket gjort med oss og hvorfor?  Jeg gjør oppmerksom på at dette ikke er en fagartikkel, og heller ikke et forsøk på sådant, men et sammensurium av undringer og forsøk på å samle dem. Noen av dem. PMS står for premenstruelt syndrom. Premenstruell betyr ”før mensen”.  Syndrom kommer fra det greske ordet for ”sammenstimling” og betyr ”en samling symptomer som tyder på en viss sykdom”.  Årsaken til PMS forklares som ”hormonelle endringer fra eggløsning og fram mot mensen”, og:  ”PMS skyldes forandret væskebalanse i kroppen. Mer vann enn vanlig siver ut fra blodbanen til vevet, og det kan godt være at dette også skjer i hjernen vår”. S...

I want to share this happy couple with you. They show so much love and respect for eachother, it is amazing. True love amongst animals. I have to believe they are capable of love seing Dash and Oranja and how they cuddle and play with eachother. Always respectfully. Lionhug. Photo: K.Udland I watched them everyday for 8 weeks - this inspiring couple making the best of their situation in captivity. Oranja has a bad hip and Dash is a nurturing and respectful friend. When I took the photos they went on like this for perhaps half an hour - calm and happy. Enjoing eachother. I do believe animals have a soul. How can I not? s o r r y m u m More hugging: Dash & Oranja. Photo: K.Udland True love. Photo: K. Udland Happy lion. Photo: K.Udland

Mondaymorning. What to choose.. Photo and even drawing: K. Udland Kan vi velge litt på en mandag, tro? Kan vi tenke at vi har to valg. La oss gjøre det så enkelt i dag. Fyrstikkmennesker og et dårlig iPhone4-bilde til tross. Du tar poenget. Ta mandagen! s o r r y m u m

Occupy Wall Street Gathering in Zuccotti Park. Photo: K.Udland DEMOCRACY - NOT CORPORATOCRACY I was there. Renting an apartment for a few days on Wall Street in September 2011 when the people started moving. Having my large latte at Starbucks on 17th of September, the coffeeshop was occupied by young people working on computers and making posters out of cut cardboard.The room was tense. Being curious as always I asked a young woman what was going on - she wouldn’t tell. Watch her on the photo up front on the pavement on her way to the New York stock exchange and Wall Street. Making a change. On the first march. Occupy Wall Street September 17th 2011.  Photo: K. Udland All was calm, I drank my coffee and left. To witness the first march on my way to the Charging Bull. Little did I know I witnessed a historic moment. Very few marchers to begin with - perhaps 20-30 at the most. The photo shows the very start on November 17th. With her - perhaps a student - up fr...

Sara og Vitani nullstiller seg på setesdalsgenseren. Photo: K.Udland Verdien av å gjøre ikkeno . Human being framfor human doing som nok er den dominerende menneskelige driven. Se dyrene gjøre ikkeno. Katten langstrakt i sofaen etter dagens arboristaktivitet. Hunden i dyp søvn på tunet etter rypejakta. Nullstiller seg. Nå skal du ikke gjøre noe som helst når du går inn i en tilstand av ikkeno. Du skal bare ikkeno. Ikke tenke. Ikke gjøre. Bare være. Etter gjøren. I klare høstdager og netter. Lade opp.  Eller meditere - finn en snutt på youtube med guided meditation, legg deg ned med øretelefoner under pleddet og la deg hvile og henføre av en stemme du liker. Kanskje skumte : sitte en ettermiddag alene i sofaen uten å slå på lys og kjenne at det blir mørkt. Bare la det blir helt mørkt rundt deg.  Nyt høsten! Eller ikkeno høsten.  s o r r y m u m

Fishing and wating - he got away. Loved it! See you soon. Photos only. My secret paradise on Earth. Cold, preserved, hostile, warm and friendly it is - this, my favourite place on the planet. Where roots are deep and I go to nurture my body and soul. All nature. All peace. All photos by K.Udland.  Whale-knuckle/chair "Utedo". Look it up ;). Bolted for strong winds. Love Building-material washed up from the sea Invisible sauna No comment  Reindeer-tracks in the sand The permanent recidents Eat Eat more: rhubarb, muesli and "rømme" Play: midnight-games on the beach All seasons on one string I dare you to find your place. The place where you connect. With yourself, with nature, with friends, with your lover. You will come to understand that life and living is not about your stuff - the Volvo, the Louis Vuitton, the color of your walls, the pillows in your sofa, the luxury hotels or the latest iPhone. Lear...

Erik Bye. Foto lånt av ukjent. Unnskyld. Politikerens rolle. Hvilken rolle tar hun og hvilken rolle har hun? Uttalelsene nedenfor taler for seg. Dagens statsminister vs. gårsdagens bauta. Åpne linken til Byes sterke meninger. Jeg håper du fyrer deg opp. Du også. Statsminister E. Solberg: "Statsministeren (Høyres E. Solberg) er ikke fornøyd med valgresultatet, men oppfordrer sine egne til å kjempe videre. - Vi må brette opp ermene og begynne på igjen.  Noen steder vinner vi makt, andre steder taper vi makt. Jeg er sikker på at hele Høyre kan si «I'll be back» i 2019, sa Solberg til Høyres valgvake."  (ref: nrk.no, kommune- og fylkesvalg 2015, 15.9.2015) Journalist og bauta E. Bye: "... de er ikke våre herrer ..." Erik Bye om politikerens rolle: Erik Bye om politikere: https://youtu.be/fwOtxDnThoQ Det var bruken av ordet makt som provoserte. Bruken av ordet makt som et mål for en folkevalgt politiker i et demokrati. Har politikerene makten? Partiene? El...