Ok, so another few days have passed by, another few things have been finished up (see fx KonturDebatt nr.1), but today was the first day for a long time during which I had moments that I didn’t have much use for. Or rather, I chose not to use them for anything productive. I still have quite a lot of computer work that I have to do, but the deadlines are moving increasingly more distant…

And then co-students have seriously started going back home to visit their parents for the summer. Oslo feels a bit empty, and the tourists and summer school students that fill the vacancies do not make up for the loss of personal communication one can have with people that live here permanently or semi-permanently.

Anyways, I am a hyper communicative person compared to Norwegian standards, so I’ll probably start hanging around the local back packer hang outs one of these days… I’ve bene doing that a few times before, and it takes me back to the tims when I knew absolutely noone in town and saw it all through the eye of a back packer tourist. The thing is that there are quite a number of facts about a local part of society (it must be noted that I do not quite agree with the concept of local and seperate societies, often seen as nation states, and my wording is a result of this) that can be best described and most clearly analyzed by those that are not directly involved, just because they don’t have to be politicians, in the sense that they have to take personal relations into consideration, when making a point.

And then I finally found the reason for my problems of trying to make sense of my own life: I’m a social antropology student! We were a bunch of people from my grade the other day that went out on one of the small islands and stayed in a cabin for one night. They were all older (and much wiser) than me, but apparantly it is a very pst 90-ties anthropologistic thing to be uncertain of what signals people are really sending; we’re constantly trying to read other people and their psychological motivatiosn for doing things, without rally having the scientific background for doing social analyzes. That’s also why we don’t have a professional barrier to keep these things outside of our own life. Reflecting upon the life is so much easier then doing it upon your own life. Now it has not always been this way in anthropology,as it hasn’t always been a women’s field. In the times of kinship-tree drawing, that are still overrepresented in the litterature we are forced to read by our largely post-50-yr. professors, as well as at other universities, as represented by much of the foreign litterature that mostly contains vast generalizations semmingly without any base in anything other than phantasies of the anthropologist, the psychological dimension does not seem to be an issue whatsoever…

But now it has just passed mid night, and I haven’t slept outside for quite a while. I don’t have my sleeping bag here, but I’ll try to lie outside anyways now, before the days are getting shorter. Just have to hope that the cops don’t find me…