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【Mr.AZ】0808〓facebook〓博文:Mountain Giddy via Gardermoen My Scandinavian isn’t good enough to know the difference between the laundry detergent and the body wash, so to play it safe I scrub with the Palmolive hand soap from the sink basin, which leaves my skin feeling silky smooth in the sheets where I lay under a faux bearskin blanket snuggled up with Robert Langdon in the latest Dan Brown decoder. I’ve come here to escape the maze of London and get lost (quite literally) in the mountains of Norway, just outside of Nddlljflek as it appears in my brain without spellcheck. As a songwriter, environment plays a key role in the game of making shit up. And as it goes - I’m not one who enjoys having to make anything up, preferring instead to put my real life on the line when that line is calling to be written. With friends, some 2 hours outside of Oslo, we hiked on intuition and raisins, sharing the responsibility of remembering landmarks, odd boulders, funny hilltops, etc - our breadcrumbs for finding our way home. We did little to think about the possible change in the weather such as the incoming fog, which made the landscape more challenging to read regardless of the canyons that immersed us deeper into the thick of the forest. At the summit, my crew of two others spent the whole of 20 minutes pin-pointing our locating on the topography map while I sat on a rock soaking in a moment of sun ray high above a series of valleys, lakes, and dormant ski-slopes. I found their activity humorous as we later walked the opposite direction home. The forest ground seemed fabricated like a sponge; bouncy and gentle on the knees - boots sinking, absorbed by the Earth the more we strayed from her recommended path. Norway being frozen 8 months out of the year makes for a rather wet off-season, but in turn provides pazillions of blueberries and cloudberries for us to survive on. Should we had not found our way back, my only panic would have been caused by forest-grade diarrhea. This was the first hike I’d ever been on where I didn’t need a water bottle. Every few hundred meters we’d intersect at another fresh mountain stream, free for one to lay low and drink like an animal - so long as none of us were upstream seeking relief. And here I thought the water I had been drinking in the shower tasted fresh! Being here, 12 hours ahead of Honolulu by time zones, I see a resemblance to Vermont, especially by car through the countryside. It’s where red barns pose for postcards at the latitude where pressing seek on the radio dial only causes the numbers to spin wildly without ever landing on anything – not until rounding a mountain at least. When we do catch a station, we get a taste of what I’m guessing is Norwegian country music, jaunty and fiddletastic with no shortage of rolling R's and gutteral stops often laced with static and bits of a news leaking in from another channel. My Scandinavian isn’t good enough to know whether I'm hearing local Norwegian or neighboring Swedish, much less be able to repeat what I heard on the news. I’m pretty sure it had something to do with A-Ha and/or the Taliban. Perhaps they're planning a Christmas special. Moose Crossing!
【Mr.AZ】0806〓facebook〓博文:Narration of a Rose Rose said... It sounds so magical! I wish you could narrate my life so it would sound that way...Here you go...3 kids seemingly endless summer break, constant fighting, tantrums, pms...please make it sound lovely so I can have an attitude adjustment!! Dear Rose - Here You Go... It was the seemingly endless summer for the 3 kids. While the days were long and carefree without much weight of responsibility, they all knew the season would end soon and were doing their best to escape the fact. Yet, every woman knows you can’t ignore the clock. Physiology just won’t allow for it. Still, the Mother of Summer unwinds by watching her angels argue with one another, drawing challenges to stimulate their senses, thickening their skin with harsh words like harmful rays that no amount of SPF could protect them from. This constant fighting is no different than kittens wrestling or lion cubs being combative with each other, so it’s only natural for these sirens to want to stretch out, get physical, and sing. Its nature’s way to make sure their wings are strong when it comes time to fly again this inevitable winter. Thanks to the spinning and bobbing of the globe, as latitudes are adjusted, so too are attitudes. You needn’t worry. All is perfect. By flying high they will see the divine geometry and interconnectedness of this whole mess. Even the PMS. Thanks for being a reader/listener/supporter for so long. I appreciate it. Yours, Jason
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