I just couldn’t resist sharing this with you.
Pumba: “Ammabout to go all Buffy on your ass!”
Simba: “Stop it, man. Fuck this shit!”
Tønsberg in my heart! 28.07.09
Looking for rasberries by the side of the road - and found some!
I wish I could tell you more about this town in the south east of Norway, since I’ve spendt the last week there, but truth be told – we didn’t do much except slouching on the couch, eating and watching “The L-Word”. Both because the weather was kinda bad, and also due to the fact that Ingelin came down with a bad case of the swine flu… Here’s some pictures for you:
Fresh and perky - out on the town!
Drunken yoga in the underwear
Ingelin demonstates "The Boat"
All good thing has to end. This sign found outside the ER: " NB! Do NOT go in! NB! Under suspicion of swine flu, use the door bell, or call us. This is to limit danger of infection".
So the sick puppy actually had to wait OUTSIDE of the emergency room. Did somebody mention the new pariah cast...?
Thank God redcurrants include all sorts of little treasures!
Not so perky anymore...
Bergen in my heart! 20.07.09
I just came back from a trip to Bergen with my friends Jane and Nina. I’ve known Jane my whole life, and Nina since Jane met her at school when I was 15. It’s funny how people you come to know in what at the time seems as adulthood, all of a sudden ends up being friends you’ve known “a lifetime”. If you ever plan on going to a place in Norway, the city of Bergen is a must see! 
From left: Nina, me and Jane on Torgallmenningen inthe centre of Bergen.
Smelling the flowers in the mountain. Just call me Sandra von Trapp.
Eating blueberries in the back yard of Nina’s parents.
What would you choose? 12.07.09
This is a mental experiment I undertake from time to time:
If you were to participate in American Idol (or just “Idol” as it’s called in Norway), which songs would you choose to perform?
When I answer this question, it’s without any hesitations regarding whether or nor I’m actually capable of singing the songs. Off course I am capable, this is my fantasy! To my great surprise, many people have never thought about this before, and when I try to lead them in the direction of actually picking a song or two, they almost always make excuses like: “I wouldn’t be able to” or “my stage fright would be to severe”. Stop it! This is your time to shine, and you can sing whatever you want, regardless of copyright issues, vocal limitations, and previous anxiety about performing in front of thousands of people. The only thing you should worry about is your motives. Is it important to you to sing songs that you know will get you ahead in the competition, because the audience will like them, will your priority be to show the world what kind of music you listen to, or will you use your position to show the world some of the artists you think deserve more attention?
This is my list, in random order:
- “Your body is a wonderland” – John Mayer. I first heard this song when travelling in Australia at 23, and blushed every time the song got played on the radio, because I had read somewhere that John was only 16, haha!
- “40 boys in 40 nights” – The Donnas. A fresh alternative to all the lovesongs about the one and only, and not to mention a real kick in the ass to everyone who thinks guys who fuck around are the coolest, while girls should just sit by the walls and wait for someone to pick them.
- “Miss you like crazy” – Briskeby. A Norwegian band with awesome melodies and a strong vocalist.
- “I touch myself” – Apart from the obvious masochistic motives, I love this song for the frank and humorous take on sex with your favorite person – yourself…
- “A love that will never grow old” – Emmylou Harris. Every season has a country-theme, right? This low key song touches me everytime, perhaps because I discovered it when watching one of the most moving movies I’ve ever seen.
- “Circus” – Britney Spears. Welcome back, Brit! From “I’m a slave 4 U” to “I am the ring leader – I call the shots!”…
- “Musicology” – Prince. Never worn, always new. The best.
- “Be mine!” – Robyn. I listened to this track over and over again when moving to Stockholm and breaking up with my boyfriend for 3 years.
- “Pagan Poetry” – Bjørk/Bjork. I don’t always understand what she is singing about, all I know is that is has a resonance deep within me.
- “Video” – India Arie. Strong, feminist message hidden within a funky, catchy song.
- “Zion” – Lauryn Hill. Beautiful melody, and powerful chorus.
- “Dream a little dream” – Doris Day (this version). In addition to having a country theme, every season also has a big band-episode. I would sing this.
Love System’s first visit to Oslo 11.07.09
Just before Christmas 2008, Love Systems, one of the worlds biggest PickUp companies, came to Norway to host a bootcamp. I hadn’t started my fieldwork yet at that time, but red the article, and was very pleased when I got the chance to participate on LS’s most recent bootcamp, held in March 2009. You can read about my experience here (in English). The article I’m presenting, was originally published in Norwegian at www.dinside.no, by journalist Hans Kristian Krogh-Hansen, which also took the pictures. It’s obviously impossible to read the article for anyone who doesn’t understand Norwegian, and as all but one of the guys I’ve met from Love Systems come from USA, Australia or England, I thought I’d translate it, since I know how important it is for me to be able to read and check the quotes. This gives a good insight into what I’m writing my masters about, and about what my fieldwork consisted of. Love Systems isn’t the only ones hosting bootcamps and seminars…
This weekend the wolds greatest pickup-guys in Oslo. Read about our meeting with the superstars of pickup the first time they were here.
- Pick a girl, and we’ll pick her up in 5 minutes.
Sure… I really don’t believe that Norwegian girls are gonna flock like seagulls circulating a fishing boat around the two of you, I’m thinking. We’re located in the middle of Stortorget (The main square) in the midst of the Christmas jumble. Girls parade in and out of stores with a mission in mind, as if the devil himself was coming over them in the pre-Christmas rush.
But that’s not all. The two young gentlemen by my side have just blown their own horn and claimed that the better part of Norwegian girls falls for their moves… in the middle of the day, here in the centre of Oslo.
Had the two been Pitt and Clooney clones, or perhaps had the slightest resemblance even from a birds perspective, I would give them a fair chance. But no: Keychain has long, red hair and looks like a John Arne Riise ( a Norwegian, ginger football player) with a perm. I can’t really establish the hairdo, because he’s wearing a kind of ”condom” over his head, which covers most of the English afro. He’s dressed in tight, to short pants, a short leather jacket and is apart from that, looking just like a normal Brit in his mid twenties.
His colleague Soul is of an oriental origin, but also English. He has intense eyes, bleached bangs, speaks posh English and hangs about in a black jacket that’s a tad too big. Not even him has a Calvin Klein-body and a chiseled chin.
But according to them, they both have something every man wishes for… Namely the knowledge and ability to seduce beautiful women.
Daygaming – breaking social barriers
- Okay, that one… With obvious disbelieve, I point towards a tall blond in short skirts confidently strolling down the street in stilettos. The redhead turns around like a well trained retriever and leaps after her between children’s families and Christmas gifts. 100 feet down the street he stops the beauty with a poke on the shoulder. She gives him an insecure smile as he says something to her, stands there speechless for a while, but is slowly starting to smile more and more. The two of them shake hands, but he doens’t let her go. He is patting her hand, stroking it while he talks. She seems paralyzed. 
Then he releases her, takes a few steps backwards and sits down on a bench near by. She follows somewhat reluctant and stops a step away. He speaks again and grabs her hand. Then she is handled down in a sitting position and charmed further.
- She is definitely an eight, if not a nine…, says Soul. He is standing beside me and is filming the whole scenario from a distance. This is reportedly a routine for the two English Casanovas. After five minutes, a few couple-pictures taken on a straight arm by Keychain, and a seemingly heartfelt hug, he returns with her number on his phone.
- We’re gonna meet up later today for coffee, he smiles, off course.
I’ve just been a witness to what pick up artists call day gaming and number close. This means chatting up girls during the daytime with the goal of getting their number, so they can follow up on her. This could have been a coincidence and great deal of luck, I’m thinking. But after pointing out three women during the next twenty minutes, where two of them gave away their number, and the third didn’t want to because she was married – I’m convinced. These guys have something about them that’s not daily fare.
By the way, the married one had the biggest smile of the ladies, when she was ambushed with compliments at GlasMagasinet (a shopping mall).
- It’s all about breaking down constructed social barriers at the same time as applying established and quite simple techniques, says Soul.
Him and Keychain has just given me the most tremendous introduction to a course I’ve ever experienced. This is only the beginning.
Playboy Mansion is a bad place for ladies
The whole thing started three weeks earlier, when I met a short Australian in a bar in London. He looked like a part of the interior at the new and hip club, and acted as if he owned the place. At the same time he had an Eastern European stripper by the arm with a name I don’t remember, but whom would’ve become the title of Miss Minimal. Outfit and appearance intellect combined.
He introduced himself as Jim, and was a very charismatic and likable guy in the mid twenties. After a while, the conversation centers around what he does for a living. He was a former lawyer, but was now travelling the world hosting pick up courses. The week before we met, he’d been to the Playboy Mansion in the USA, a place he felt was a bad place for picking up women due to problems with the logistics. Unless your name was Heffner and you lived there…
- The vibe goes away when heading back to the hotel in the bus. The escalation in your game dies, he stated. He was going to host a pick up course , a bootcamp, in Oslo the coming December. I got invited as the man from the media. Jim turns out to be Mr M – a social predator and one of the 10 highest ranked pick up artists in the world.
3000 dollar per weekend
So the anticipation is high when I’m facing the gang of three instructors in their hotel room in the centre of Oslo. Mr M, Soul and Keychain.
After an introduction like that in the streets, no wonder one becomes a tad curious of what kind of a world these young men really live in. The inside of the room looks as if a love grenade went off. Clothes everywhere. On the coffee table an almost untouched bottle of akevitt (Norwegian liqueur) and an empty bottle of red wine. A moisturizer, a Dictaphone and a bundle of vitamin pills is tossed on the window sill. With a glance at the double bed, it becomes obvious that the maid hasn’t been visiting since yesterday.
- We picked up a couple of girls outside Deli de Luca last night. They came upstairs, and the guys tried to spit roast one of them, Mr M laughs.
Apparently it didn’t go exactly as wanted, but according to the lead instructor, that was just a trip out on the town to check out how the clubs in Norway are, before the students arrive.
It’s time to get an explanation of what Mr M and his love soldiers are really about – not to mention what the students who are paying 3000 dollar each for three days of seminar and two in field club nights out, can expect.
Deciphering the code – or a bag of dirty tricks?
- We travel around the world to host bootcamps for the international company Love Systems. This year, 35 different bootcamps will be held, and they all last for a weekend on different destinations as London, Los Angeles, Sydney, Cape Town and Oslo.
- So whats the goal for most of those who attend the bootcamps?
- Most of them want to learn how to overcome social anxiety, become more confident and meet the women of their life’s – and actually get them. The ladies you see in the streets or in a bar, but never can have. It’s about understanding women and what they really want, and at the same time develop healthy relationships with them on your own terms, says Mr M.
We instruct everyone from those who want to fuck their way through life, to the guy who want’s to meet his future wife. During the process of realizing your dreams, no matter what they may be, you should treat everyone with respect. It’s about making boys into men, and men into better men, Soul adds.
- Big words from a guy who just turned 25 and tried to spit roast a girl the night before?
Soul tries to wriggle his way out of it, something he’s very good at. It’s called re-framing within the pickup community.
- Most people out there think of sex as something women gives to men. It’s not. Sex is something nice men share with women. When women go out, it’s not because they want to listen to music and hang with the girls, they can do that at home. They go out to meet men and they want to have sex. My motto is to leave all women in a better state than when I found them, he says, and puts his eyes in me like a child sick with cancer.
- So what’s the deal with the weird code names you’ve got?
- There are two reasons for that: We want to protect ourselves against people who judges us, and we don’t want to brag about our girls. Take for instance Richard Branson, who’s had great success and has a lot of money, but still gets criticized for what he does, even though he creates thousands of job opportunities.
- People will always interpret unattainable thing negative. The same is the case for us who can have as many good looking ladies as we want, says M.
Huge range of students
The seminar starts with Mr M assuring all the students that they will be pushed way above their normal comfort zones during the course of the bootcamp. They will have to let gop of the anxiety of getting dissed.
Then the instructors tell their lifestories. They can more or less be summed up together. They were all nerdy until they turned twenty. Unkissed and without confidence, until they decided that life had to be changed for the better. When they came in touch with the pickup community, the ball began to roll. Now they’re ready for advancement to the Rune Rudberg-liga (a Norwegian singer and musician famous for claiming to have had sex with over a thousand women), but in style.
Then the turn has come to the students. Around the table, the range of guys within age and repertoire turns a class from the public night school pale in comparison:
On the corner of the table, a Norwegian math- and physics student who seems to know more theory than even the instructors. Then there’s the newly divorced Danish 40 year old who drinks green tea and seem to be calm and balanced. Beside him, another Dane around 40. Dressed in a black cocktail jacket with flower patterns, he is a salesman and gives exactly that impression. Next is the 25 year old, who according to his own story, open the party can a bit to soon, and poured a bit to fast. In the process, he forgot how to pick up girls. Now he drinks root beer and dreams of a girlfriend. Then it’s the guys who’s curious after reading the theory on-line, tried some on his own, and now want’s to see how the pro’s are doing it. My neighbour is without experience. An engineer in the late twenties who’s had a girlfriend for most of his adult life, but can’t seem to get the hang of after the relationship ended some years ago. Quiet and calm he sips water and chews on a Nutrilette bar.
The stereotype of those in need of pickup assistance is also present. The middle aged Swede who seems to have tripped inside the room of the set of ”SOS Selskapsreisen” (SOS Charter Holiday – a Swedish ”classic” about some very challenged guys). 
He feels it’s more natural to be here than not, after buying twelve books on pickup, read eleven of them and tried Internet dating for 4 years.
All the dates ended with a ”I don’t think the chemistry is there”, so he figured that something had to be done.
Two Americans has been flied in for the course. One of them is funny, charismatic and a CEO in a world renowned financial institution. With a diamond in his ear and hands resting behind his head, he oozes success and confidence. The problem is that he smooth way with women vanished some years ago. He want’s it back. The other American actually has a girlfriend, but want’s to see more of the opportunities out there. He doesn’t tell about the alibi, but hopes she doesn’t find out about what he’s doing in Norway.
Reframe – and get the ladies
Mr M begins the seminar by telling that him and other professional pickup artists usually reaches a level of self realization he calls ”social indifference”. When you’ve reached this level, the fear of getting rejected is gone. You know you can have all the women you want, and isn’t worried about social conditions that normally limits the way people talk to strangers.
- Then you can walk up top a group consisting of five guys and one girl, and tell her that you find her unbelievably good looking, and that you just had to meet her, Mr M says.
- When I walk into a bar, it’s not a question whether or not I’m going home with a girl, but how good looking she is…
Then a couple of questions follows, where the instructors has the answers.
- Where’s the best place for a date?
- Anywhere but a restaurant, somebody in the room replies.
- Not bad, but the right answer is somewhere close by your home.
- How much does a girl have to like you in order to sleep with you?
…(silence)
…She doesn’t have to like you – just look at Hugh Heffner.
It’s about social status. There’s no social judgment in a room where you don’t know anybody. Pretty women rejects you just because you hit on them in the same dull way as ten other drunken guys had done before that same night. It’s about getting to know to social conditions and adapting them to the situation. Girls like nice guys, but not when you’re nice when you first meet them.
- After you’ve opened the girl with a funny line, you have to keep talking, says Mr M, and gives an assortment of examples of pickup lines, or so-called openers.
- When that’s done, you have to get the girls to qualify herself and be good enough for you, not the other way around. You have to reframe. Don’t brag about yourself, do favours for her or change your opinions about stuff for her to like you. Surprise, tease her, show high self confidence and clear goals for your life. Pull and push her. Make her believe that you’re in a place in life that she dreams of. It’s all a game. Just like a kitten playing with a piece of paper tied to a thread. As soon as the paper is on the floor, the kitten looses her interest, but then you lift it up again, Mr M explains.
The theories and tactics develop through out the day. It’s actually quite impressive to listen to. We tap into everything from the subconscious, to ways to create the perfect conversation, to touching, and the six fazes you have to lead a women through to get her. A good pick up line isn’t enough. You have to qualify yourself to her, escalate sexual feelings, isolate her from the group and so on.
This material isn’t just made up during the previous day, but developed with basis in psychological analysis and long field experience. The students fill out the pages in their notebooks, and pays frantic attention.
It turns out that Mr M is an expert on pickup in bars and clubs, while Soul is the man with the skills to pick up during the day. The way to meet women in these situations differs quite a bit.
At night you usually go out with a wing man or a partner to gain more social status as a group and assistance when picking up the women you want. During the day going direct is better.
- If you see an attractive women on the street, you have three seconds before you should talk to her. If you don’t take the plunge and decide to do it within these seconds, you will probably gain such an approach anxiety that you won’t go for her. Keeping it simple is usually the best. Tell her you saw her from across the street and that she looks absolutely amazing. And that you would be kicking yourself for the rest of your life if you didn’t come over to talk to her. Girls aren’t used to hearing things like this in the middle of the day, and nobody will be mad at you for saying so, Soul explains.
Keychain is an expert on rapid escalation in touching. That’s what he used earlier this day, when he got the number from the blond on the street.
- It’s actually very powerful when you know how to do it confidently. As long as you’re comfortable with touching a girl, amazingly quick she will be receptive of it. Girls like to be dominated in a good way, he explains.
When the theory lesson goes towards the end, and a few pointers about possible positive changes in every student style has been given, everyone gets up to get ready for the evenings pickup show.
Fat kids in a candy shop…
…is what it looks like when the gang enters a big club in Oslo centre. They’re looking around with a crazed expression, bracing each other. Some are getting a beer, most of them go for water from the bar.
- This is good. Go open those two ladies, Mr M says to Stig Helmer (the guy from ”Selskapsreisen”). He doesn’t look ready, standing there sweating like a hooker in a church. Having anxiety is no excuse. He gets the lines to deliver whispered into his ear, and are practically pushed into their lap. It doesn’t appear to go so well. Our friend are met with a couple of very looong and strange looks, so Mr M decides to wing. There’s no doubt that the man has charm working for him. Within a couple of seconds, the ladies are laughing heartfelt, compliments are given in favour of our Swedish friend, and the conversation continues between the three of them when Mr M leaves as fast as he entered the situation.
At the same time, Soul and Keychain is doing a two set, picking up two women, where they are doing a routine. The different practiced techniques are called routines in the community. It may be a routine for pickup in the streets, at the store, pickup in a bar or at the bus. The outcome of a routine may either be to get her number, or to end up in bed as soon as possible. The goal this time is to get a kiss close as rapid as possible. That means getting a wet kiss in the club.
I’ve some strange stuff during my years out on the town, and kissing is common, but truth be told – this blows everything aside when it comes to picking up girls. Within five minutes, the magic men are able to kiss two girls. At eleven o’clock in a club in Oslo. And they repeat it with two other girls later that night – just to give the students some inspiration.
And there’s no doubt that many of the students are growing with confidence as the night evolves.
- I feel I can use this in a wide range of social settings, not just when meeting girls. This is crazy! one of the student yells at me when the clock is reaching midnight.
Oslo has been invaded by new and old pickup artist.
Summing up
When leaving the club, I’m still confused and in doubt. Will any of the students be able to get a number during the weekend in any way? Talking to girls is one thing, success with women is another. Pickup artists pick up women everyday and will off course become more successful over time, but are they able to transfer it to the students? They should for 3000 dollar per weekend. And who are really these confident artists with lame code names? There’s no doubt they know their craft, even if it’s also about manipulating or transforming new men.
I talk to Mr M a week after the bootcamp in Oslo.
- Success, happy clients?
- Incredibly good. I believe we change the life’s of some of them. Several students went home with girls, and some got multiple dates. We’ve already set the date for the next bootcamp in Oslo in a few months. Scandinavian girls are so beautiful, we just have to come and meet them again, he grins into the phone.
Off course…
På engelsk 10.07.09
I og med at feltarbeidet er over, fortsetter jeg blogginga på engelsk, fra følgende side: Eye Candy Solutions
Håper dere følger meg videre!
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Bathroom practices of the world 10.07.09
I’m working as an information consultant at the University of Oslo, the Faculty of Social Science, while writing my master thesis. I love my job, both due to my great colleagues, but also because we get to meet and communicate with a huge array of different kinds of people. And as an aspiring anthropologist, I have to kindle the curiosity of people and what they’re about. This past week, and example of fascinating differences that actually connects us, became quite obvious:
Every summer, the University host an international summer school, where people from literally all around the world come to study the Norwegian democracy or equality model. The spring semester ended in June, which means that my colleagues and I are practically alone about the use of the bathrooms on the ground floor. The result was that is was perfectly clean, and looked as if nobody was using the public toilet. Until the summer school students arrived…
At first, I just noticed that it looked like somebody had had a paper-towel war downstairs. And when I had to check around 7 stalls before I could find one that wasn’t littered, I started to wonder. I also noticed that the paper tossed around the toilets was obviously used, and nobody had bothered to flush. The use of the toilet brush had apparently seized to happen. Since the only people left in the building to use to toilets were us and the international students, it was quite obvious where to put the blame.
Within anthropology, we have an expression called “ethnocentrism”, which basically means to measure all other societies up against your own, which makes all other people and cultures seem less sensible, “correct” or developed. The funny thing is that nobody who works at the summer school had bothered to educate the students as to how to use the toilets in Norway. Probably because our bathroom practice seems to be the most “natural” and obvious way to take a dump. To Norwegians, that is. At the office, we were discussing whether or not to make an inquiry to the officers at the summer school, asking them to make a brief introduction to Norwegian bathroom habits. After a while, it turned out that the three of us (two anthropologists and one human geographer) was quite accustomed to being familiarized with how we were suppose to use the toilet when visiting other, “exotic” countries. Hanne was used to squatting in the bush of Botswana, having to bring the toilet paper back to camp so the wild animals wouldn’t find it, Hedvig told us about the time she went to Japan, and the host of the family she visited practically followed her into the booth, to show her how-to. They were used to westerns doing it differently from them, and had no hesitations with educating the visitors. I remember when living in Ghana, and never being able to throw the paper into the toilet, but having to use the basket placed beside, and only being able to flush between 15 and 21 during the day. In both Bali and Thailand different ways of taking twinkle had to be applied. So we decided to send the summer school a mail, because the truth is that some of the students probably percieved the University of Oslo as quite unsanitary, with no baskets being placed inside the booths for throwing paper towels in. And when you come from a country where water is a rare commodity, how are you going to justify flushing every time you use the toilet, if no one has bothered to tell you that in Norway, we have abundance of water? PS: This is another anthropological term called “cultural relativism” put into practise… 
On an island in Thailand called Koh Samuih, I had to use a squatting toilet. After backpacking several months, this was just like relaxing in my own bathroom. The only challenge with this one, was that is buildt up, kinda like a huge, square chimney. It looked a bit like this, but without the walls, and a lot taller:
You use the water next to the toilet to flush afterwards, and obviously, this leaves the surface wet. With the possibility of this getting a bit to personal: I have a crooked urethra, and thus have to lean on the left leg, while bringing the right one as far out of the reach of the squirt. Think semi-split. With the wet and slippery surface, my right leg started to wander out onto the edge of the platform, all the while I was trying not to pee on my fisherman’s pants, and desperately trying to stop the leg from slipping even further. I had been holding it in for so long, stopping the jest just wasn’t an alternative. So the leg eventually slipped, the flip flop hit the floor, and I was hanging on for my life, trying not fall off, and not to peel off all the skin on the right leg, which I squeezed against the mint coloured tiles so I wouldn’t slide elegantly down. I haven’t trusted squat toilets since.
I lived in Bali, Indonesia for some three and a half months some years ago, and spent most of the time in a nice room with a porcelain toilet. After some time, I noticed that it had a handle on the left hand side. Curious about what this might be (the flusher was on the wall, so I got that it couldn’t be that), I turned it around. A low humming came from inside the toilet, and worried about it producing some kind of vacuum that would suck my ass stuck in the toilet (that happened to me once..), I leaped off, and watched as a small tube appeared from the back of the toilet. All of a sudden, it started to squirt water, and I suddenly realized why there where no toilet paper in most of the bathrooms I had visited. The Balinese simply washed themselves after using the toilet! 
How they kept dry, I was never able to find out…
To finish off this fascinating tale of different bathroom practices, I want to show you how westerns without any comprehension of differences in toilet use, are able to leave an unwanted mark on their surroundings. PS: This image is not for the fainthearted, or perhaps not while you eat either… At least he kept the seat open.
Snipp, snapp, snute 07.07.09
Da var feltarbeidet over. Nå framstår “bare” skrivinga, som i praksis starter neste uke, da feltrapporten skal skrives. Svært mange som studerer på kullet over meg, snakker om at den var bare å rable i vei på, men skal man dømme etter retningslinjene, så er det ikke akkurat noen walk in the park…
Min første helg etter at feltarbeidet blei avslutta, tilbragte jeg langt oppi skauen i Skjåk, midt blant buldrende elver, snøhvite fjelltopper og støvete lavvoer. Uten en informant i sikte! Det var en selsom opplevelse å kunne sitte i en sosial setting uten å måtte følge med så mye, men bare kunne lene seg tilbake og nyte elveavkjølt øl mens bålet spraker i bakgrunnen.
Denne bloggen skulle handle om feltarbeidet mitt, og det har den for det meste gjort. Da jeg opplever at det tar i overkant lang tid før svar på kommentarer blir publisert, før man får svar fra support, og ikke minst tida man bruker på opplasting av bilder og redigering av tekst som aldri later til å komme riktig på sjølve siden, avslutter jeg med dette blogginga om mitt feltarbeid her på ipublish. Jeg vil fortsatt svare på kommentarer og muligens oppdatere noe, og vil også gi beskjed når og hvor min eventuelle nye blogg opprettes.
God sommer til dere alle!
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