Hello everyone,
I was just thinking to myself that perhaps there are some readers under the impression that Bergen, Norway is a real place-that is exists at all. If this is so, allow me to apologize for having lead you astray. Bergen, as a F.A.C.T. (false asserted claim trick) exists on the coast of Norway, but not actually. Actually, it is an imaginary place. Entirely fabricated. What I mean to say is that just because Bergen is one of the most amazing places to live in the world- doesn't make it real enough for other people to explore;-). It can be our imaginary secret. So just remember, all this hype is conceived in delerium.
It seems that the most common bird here is the Hooded Crow (corvus cornix). I am not used to their commonness yet as every time I see one land in a tree or flutter its wings on the pavement, it strikes me as a rare and special event. They are so singular because their coloration is much more interesting than a pidgeon's or the American Crow's (Corvus Brachyrhynchos~come again?). The Hooded Crow dons a greyish/whitish cape extending through its wings. So the b&w contrast can be a real eye-catcher. While looking around for this radical little flesh-monger on the net, I discovered that there is a wonderfully clear example of evolution taking place here in Europe which will soon determine the fate of the Corvus Cornix.
You see, both the Hooded Crow and the Carrion Crow are common throughout segregated parts of Europe. No-not places where people are segregated. The Hooded Crow and the Carrion Crow mysteriously inhabit separate territories. These birds, however, are the same in almost every way and were mistaken for years to be exactly the same race. There has not been found any inherent advantage one race of these crows has over the other within the varying temperatures and terrains they inhabit, but they are gradually ousting one another from certain places (and food sources). The great article I found is at www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A3347093
It all boils down to the theory/ truism that "no two species can coexist indefinitely on the same limiting resource". This is the Law of Exclusion as generalized by Gause. First of all, generalizations are great. Aren't they Mr. Harvey? Or is it philosophizing? I forget. But this (macho-voice , please) "LAW of EXCLUSION" is intriguing. Does this apply to people of different ethical strains? If both a destructive and wasteful race of person must inhabit the same place and consume from the same cache of resources as the fair and kind race, is the latter doomed? This has been an absorbing wonder of mine for a while. One can only care so much either way, because no species seems to be permanent. But, what, if anything, could there be for us average joe-hippies to do and better our odds? Is selfishness like a weed that we were born near to and need to pull out every so often? Or are some people just born as weeds. (Alright, weeds aren't all that bad. I don't mind them, actually. Parasitic vines and stuff are pretty creepy, though). Just read that article. That is some interesting stuff.
Bergen, exists in a cloud bank. The green mountains reach up from the towns' mix of both timeless and modern urbanities with real pride. No distant sillouettes here. The houses and streets cling to the mountains. The mountain clings to the trees, and the clouds come as close as they dare without falling down.
It has drizzled every day so far. Feels like Ireland. I like it, and was able to Convince some people in the orchestra last night that it was a real mystical environment. At least, thinking of it that way is a lot better than thinking every day's parade has been ruined.
Now, for the most important thing to note for today. This is very serious. I have not made an announcement like this in a very long time, and I do make a habit of pretty insane announcements.
There is a new band on the scene. Their music was playing in a bar the other night. It was instantly wonderful. It sounds like Brian Wilson/ the moody blues/ and pure magic. Honestly, these guys are a beach boy sham. Nothing very new, but no one else is writing music like this anymore. The idea of seeing this type of music live will keep me up at night. The music is flipping insane. My opinion of it is so high that it could make me cry while listening. The lead singer's voice is very effective. Firm, not too silvery, but emotional. The band name is stupid. And the type of music they claim to make-how they genrify-is lame. But the music, the music is unreal. Dad, Nicola, Charles, Bri-----they are a must. Go to itunes/ the library asap. (once again, not a sponsored plug....)
They are
"Fleet Foxes". Check them out now. If I am the last to know about them, that figures. But, now you know what I have been listening to over and over in Bergen. Aspiring to make similar music.
Lots of Love to everyone!
I was just thinking to myself that perhaps there are some readers under the impression that Bergen, Norway is a real place-that is exists at all. If this is so, allow me to apologize for having lead you astray. Bergen, as a F.A.C.T. (false asserted claim trick) exists on the coast of Norway, but not actually. Actually, it is an imaginary place. Entirely fabricated. What I mean to say is that just because Bergen is one of the most amazing places to live in the world- doesn't make it real enough for other people to explore;-). It can be our imaginary secret. So just remember, all this hype is conceived in delerium.
It seems that the most common bird here is the Hooded Crow (corvus cornix). I am not used to their commonness yet as every time I see one land in a tree or flutter its wings on the pavement, it strikes me as a rare and special event. They are so singular because their coloration is much more interesting than a pidgeon's or the American Crow's (Corvus Brachyrhynchos~come again?). The Hooded Crow dons a greyish/whitish cape extending through its wings. So the b&w contrast can be a real eye-catcher. While looking around for this radical little flesh-monger on the net, I discovered that there is a wonderfully clear example of evolution taking place here in Europe which will soon determine the fate of the Corvus Cornix.
You see, both the Hooded Crow and the Carrion Crow are common throughout segregated parts of Europe. No-not places where people are segregated. The Hooded Crow and the Carrion Crow mysteriously inhabit separate territories. These birds, however, are the same in almost every way and were mistaken for years to be exactly the same race. There has not been found any inherent advantage one race of these crows has over the other within the varying temperatures and terrains they inhabit, but they are gradually ousting one another from certain places (and food sources). The great article I found is at www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A3347093
It all boils down to the theory/ truism that "no two species can coexist indefinitely on the same limiting resource". This is the Law of Exclusion as generalized by Gause. First of all, generalizations are great. Aren't they Mr. Harvey? Or is it philosophizing? I forget. But this (macho-voice , please) "LAW of EXCLUSION" is intriguing. Does this apply to people of different ethical strains? If both a destructive and wasteful race of person must inhabit the same place and consume from the same cache of resources as the fair and kind race, is the latter doomed? This has been an absorbing wonder of mine for a while. One can only care so much either way, because no species seems to be permanent. But, what, if anything, could there be for us average joe-hippies to do and better our odds? Is selfishness like a weed that we were born near to and need to pull out every so often? Or are some people just born as weeds. (Alright, weeds aren't all that bad. I don't mind them, actually. Parasitic vines and stuff are pretty creepy, though). Just read that article. That is some interesting stuff.
Bergen, exists in a cloud bank. The green mountains reach up from the towns' mix of both timeless and modern urbanities with real pride. No distant sillouettes here. The houses and streets cling to the mountains. The mountain clings to the trees, and the clouds come as close as they dare without falling down.
It has drizzled every day so far. Feels like Ireland. I like it, and was able to Convince some people in the orchestra last night that it was a real mystical environment. At least, thinking of it that way is a lot better than thinking every day's parade has been ruined.
Now, for the most important thing to note for today. This is very serious. I have not made an announcement like this in a very long time, and I do make a habit of pretty insane announcements.
There is a new band on the scene. Their music was playing in a bar the other night. It was instantly wonderful. It sounds like Brian Wilson/ the moody blues/ and pure magic. Honestly, these guys are a beach boy sham. Nothing very new, but no one else is writing music like this anymore. The idea of seeing this type of music live will keep me up at night. The music is flipping insane. My opinion of it is so high that it could make me cry while listening. The lead singer's voice is very effective. Firm, not too silvery, but emotional. The band name is stupid. And the type of music they claim to make-how they genrify-is lame. But the music, the music is unreal. Dad, Nicola, Charles, Bri-----they are a must. Go to itunes/ the library asap. (once again, not a sponsored plug....)
They are
"Fleet Foxes". Check them out now. If I am the last to know about them, that figures. But, now you know what I have been listening to over and over in Bergen. Aspiring to make similar music.
Lots of Love to everyone!
1 comment:
...coulda pegged you as a Fleet Foxes kinda gal.
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