Subtitle: Faith and I spent most of Saturday afternoon in Frogner Park in Oslo. We were invited to a picnic by Kai, someone I had met at the conference, and his wife, and were joined by two Estonians and their baby. After some excellent food, Kai gave us a tour of the statue park.

This was Saturday May 20, 2015 in Oslo, Norway.

Other pages from the Norway trip: 001-DSC_7891-header: Picnic in the Park 001-DSC_7891-headertext: Frogner Park (Frognerparken) is on the west side of Oslo and contains a large park with a museum, sculpture garden, baths, foundtain, large manor house, as well as trees and grassy areas, perfect for a picnic.

Funny thing about the picnic. I'd expect to see ants at a picnic since, well, that's basically their job, and they're no slackers. Yet there were no ants at our picnic. I just sort of assumed that ones yet one more area in which the Norwegians, or maybe Europe, or hell, everyone somehow, magically, is better than the US. And maybe that's the case, but there were no ants. We then took a tour of the statue park (described a bit further on down), and I left everything except my camera. Then we came back, packed up, and eventually took a cable car back to downtown and the apartment where we were staying (this is after spending an hour walking downtown and to the Opera House, described in the Downtown Oslo web page).

We did some stuff, like put away some leftover food, made some plans for what we wanted to do for dinner. Eventually I put on my shoes (note: people generally do not wear shoes in Norwegian households—we wanted to make sure we followed the rules and didn't get the apartment dirty) and my fleece jacket and got ready to go.

That's when Faith noticed an ant on the floor in the front hallway.

It was quickly dispatched. No problem. Except there was a second one. And then I spotted a third. What the hell?

We killed them. Then there were another few. They were also slaughtered. We did another check on the dark wooden floor and spotted a few more. Plus one on the wall. Damn it!

Fine. Smoosh, smoosh, smoosh. Faith was making a pile of them so that we could clean them up once when we were done. It was weird, fucking weird. How did that many ants get into the apartment?

It started to dawn in my brain that we must have brought them in, because the apartment was rather immaculate. Another part of my brain was starting to get concerned that 10-20 ants might be considered a bad sign. I just wanted to go to dinner and stop with the ant massacre. And at this point, I was seeing ants where there were no ants. I was seeing things move out of the corner of my eye. On the floor, in the shadows, on the wall. I could even feel them around me. Or crawling on me.

I had a brief, momentary freak-out where I took off my jacket and dropped it to the ground. I did a quick check but there were no ants on me. I figured I was just letting things get to me a bit.

Faith was slowing down on the ant killing. She had accumulated a couple piles of dead ants and was verifying there were no more on the floor. Since it was winding down, I picked up my jacket and looked down at the floor with a few piles of dead ants and no more moving around.

Then an odd thought struck me. I should make sure that there weren't any ants in my jacket since I had it on the floor for the last 30 seconds. But it was more of a statement, a command, than any real deep analysis. The thought was: shake the jacket. So I did. Then I looked down and saw 5 ants crawling on the floor.

Awwwww...fuck. We were just finishing this annoying business and there were some that had gotten into my jacket. Fine. We killed them.

Then I shook it again.

And there were more on the floor.

After squashing them, I shook it again.

And there were more fucking Norwegian ants on the fucking Norwegian wood floor. What the hell?

I shook it again and more ants.

Somehow my jacket was producing ants.

I said something to Faith. Probably something coherent like "ants!" Then I shook my jacket and produced more ants.

I think I had to demostrate the jacket's new-found ability a couple more times before Faith believed in its ant-generating magic. It was a Fleece Horn of Plenty (of Ants).

I tried to figure out where they were coming from. I pulled out the thin gloves in the pocket and shook them and there were like a dozen or so more ants now moving on the floor.

This continued for a while until at some point I said to Faith that I no longer cared and just wanted to get something to eat.

So we left things as they were, had dinner and returned afterwards. And we checked on the magic ant-producing fleece jacket and gloves. It produced only 3-4 ants this time. So its battery, gas tank, or whatever was running down. At dinner, I had had time to think about things and came to the conclusion that during the ant-free picnic and the half hour or so we were looking at the statues, all the ants in Norway were crawling into my jacket, to move into my gloves, which in no way resembled sugar. Somehow my jacket became some weird pied fucking piper that attracted insects instead of rats (this was probably for the best).

There was only one choice to bring this to an end, especially since we did not want to infest the apartment and we were flying out of Norway the next morning. I threw my rain jacket, fleece jacket, and glove liners into the high-efficiency European washing machine in the apartment. Suffice to say it took way, way too long for it to spin the load dry because first, we hadn't explicitly set it so it would run a spin cycle, and second, there was so few items in it that it was hard for it to get it balanced (but eventually it did and then it started roaring like a jet engine as it spun to to takeoff thrust). But apparently the 1.5 - 2 hours it took was enough to finally vanquish the ants. I had checked my backpack where the jackets had been for the hour after the picnic, but apparently the ants preferred the gloves.

So eventually we got rid of them, got things dried, cleaned up the piles of dead ants, and were able to move on.

We did get a note from the apartment's owner saying that we left the apartment very clean (because we fucking polished her floor with the blood of over 100 ants), so apparently we did get them all. And there were none after that that appeared back in the US, so the European washing machine did the trick.

Anyway, it was a nice picnic, even if my jacket and gloves became became an ant vacuum cleaner. They were all quite clean after that. And the Norwegian ants were polite.

So yeah...picnic pictures below.

001-DSC_7891: Frogner Park from the front entrance 002-DSC_7892: A picnic on a warm, sunny day in May in Oslo. 003-DSC_7894: Some traditional Norwegian food, including cheese, wraps with smoked salmon and pork, pickled herring, and more. 004-DSC_7896: A basket with traditional Norwegian breads. 005-DSC_7897: Beautiful blue sky with blooming trees. The colors were striking. 005-bridge_Panorama-header: The Bridge 005-bridge_Panorama-headertext: The Vigeland Park (or Vigeland installation) is the largest sculpture park of works by a single artist. Created by Gustav Vigeland, mostly between 1939-1949, who also created the design of the Noebel Peace Prize Medal (the back has 3 naked dudes, arms on each others shoulders grooving on peace and brotherhood). The park is 850 meters long (about half a mile). Over 200 sculptures are there in bronze, granite and wrought iron. Five units contain most of the works: The Bridge (with the Children's playground), the Fountain, the Monolith Plateau, and the Wheel of Life. The last of which we didn't visit.

The Bridge contains sculptures of people relating to one another. 005-bridge_Panorama: A panoramic photo of the bridge in the Vigeland park/installation. The broze scupltures on the bridge are visible along with one of the stone sculptures on the edge of the bridge on the far right of the picture. The composite picture has an hourglass shape, but I didn't want to trip it to a rectangle, because I'd lose too much of it. So that's why there's the odd white arc on the top. 006-DSC_7903: Four sculptures on pedestals (one at each corner of the bridge) portray a person attacked (in some way) by a large lizard. Perhaps representing sin or evil or something like that. In this one, a man tries to fight off the "monster". 007-DSC_7904: Another man vs. lizard sculpture. In this one the lizard is attacking the woman' neck from behind. 008-DSC_7905: Various bronze sculptures of people. 009-DSC_7906: Note that the each small rectangular pattern on the bridge is unique. 010-DSC_7907: More people, more rectangular patterns. 011-DSC_7908: My sense is that the figures show all sorts of people doing all sorts of things. I don't think there's a specific progression or theme. Some are young, some are adults, some are old. Some are alone, some interact with others their age or with children or babies. Kind of a smorgasbord of humanity. 012-DSC_7909: A sculpture of a man and woman embracing in the foreground. The famous Angry Boy is seen behind them. To the right a wheel. And in the background, another man vs. lizard. The people are standing next to the angry baby sculpture (everyone gets their picture taken there). 013-DSC_7910: Martin and Edward. 014-DSC_7911: Below the bridge is the Children's Playground that has eight bronze sculptures of small children in a circle, with a fetus on a pedestal in the center. We didn't walk down there. 015-DSC_7917: Faith and Frank by the Angry Boy (Sinnataggen) sculpture. It's left hand is almost polished because everyone there touches it. 016-DSC_7919: A man and woman inside a circle symbolizing...um...something. 017-DSC_7920: The far end of the bridge with more sculptures. The Fountain and Monolith Plateau are visible in the background on the right side. 018-DSC_7921: More lizard attacks. This time the man's arms are bound behind him. 019-DSC_7922: Another shot of the lizard attack. 020-DSC_7923: It doesn't look like the man is winning against the lizard in this one. Wrapped by its tail and arms, and having his head eaten. Probably not a good day for him (though probably not bad for the lizard). 022-DSC_7925-header: The Tile Labyrinth Surrounding the Fountain 022-DSC_7925-headertext: After the Bridge is the Fountain, and surrounding the Fountain is a tile labyrinth. Kai said it can take an hour to talk, so we didn't spend too much time there. 022-DSC_7925: This is the starting point of the labyrinth. 023-DSC_7926: Faith and Kai on the tile labyrinth (though not following the maz). 024-DSC_7927: The grassy park that extends perpendicular from the path formed from the Front Gate, Bridge, Fountain, Monolith Plateau, and Wheel of Life, extending out from the fountain. It was a very nice day. 025-DSC_7928: More tile labyrinth.Allstory 025-fountain_Panorama-header: The Fountain (of the Allstory of Human Life) 025-fountain_Panorama-headertext: While it's true that "Allstory" is not an actual word per se, it seems to fit the description as well as Germanic ethic of smooshed-together-non-hyphenated überwords. At the center of the fountain stands 4 statues holding up the dish where the water originates. Alone the edges are bronze sculptures of trees with people in them, and surrounding the 4 edges of the fountain are pictures depicting the story of human life, and its many paths, and the cycle of it all. The trees amplify the stories shown along the edge of the fountain. It's cool and thought provoking. 025-fountain_Panorama: Photo of the fountain with some of the stories along the side that are on the 3rd side of the fountain. This was a two-image panoramic shot (not a medium-format camera). 026-DSC_7924: The fountain, with the bronze statures of the trees along the top of the edge. In the background is the Monolith Plateau. 026-DSC_7929: Someone wearing a kermit costume in the fountain for some bachelor party kind of thing. He was to be ignored. 027-DSC_7930: 028-DSC_7933: The bronze trees along the Fountain. In this one, a woman sits at the base, looking sad, tired, fatigued? The images on the side of the rim portray different struggles with animals or perhaps metaphors of nature or life or something. It is part of the Allstory. 029-DSC_7934: Pictures along the fourth edge of the Fountain, portraying adult and older interaction, isolation, aging, loss, and more. The first side shows death and (re)birth. Though not visible, the figures in the trees are old and withered (impressively done in broze). 030-DSC_7935: The first and second parts of the Allstory. The images at the far right begin with the end of the previous story: death. Then birth, babies, and children. The second side, on the left side of the picture shows children and adolescents playing, interacting, and beginning to assume roles (gender, relationships, work, play, and more). The trees illuminate the themes. The one in the far right of the picture has an old man in a tree. Then there is a tree full of babies. Then the next ones have kids, progressively getting older. 031-DSC_7936: Another shot of the trees at the first corner of the Fountain. 032-DSC_7937: Looking out at the tile labyrinth and the grassy area beyond the third side of the fountain. 033-DSC_7938: The Fountain and a bronze tree at the second corder with a young adult in it. 034-DSC_7939: The Fountain, and more trees and more people. 035-DSC_7940: A skeleton in a bronze tree with the Fountain in the background. 036-DSC_7941: Hey, it's pretty flowers! 037-DSC_7942: Beyond the Fountain are flowers and a gated door. I call it the Trollgate Cavern, as Kai said that's where some trolls are kept. "Fairies are, of course, make-believe—but trolls are real." 038-DSC_7943-header: The Monolith Gate 038-DSC_7943-headertext: Eight gates surround the Monolith Plateau. Each gate depicts man in all ages in wrought iron. 038-DSC_7943: The gate to the Monolith Plateau, depicting three young dudes. 039-DSC_7944: The central dude in this gate is older. 040-DSC_7945: From the plateau, looking out, back on the Fountain. 041-DSC_7946: Looking through the gate back to the Fountain and Bridge. 041-monolith_Panorama-header: The Monolith and Selfstatues 041-monolith_Panorama-headertext: The monolith is informally referred to (at least by one Norwegian) as "The Troll's Dildo". It contains 121 figures and is 14.12 meters (46 feet) high. In theory, it's an upbeat work depicting man's desire to reach towards the heavens (while naked along with a hundred of man's new best friends). 041-monolith_Panorama: A panorama (3 pictures) of the Monolith. It's big. 042-DSC_7947: Trolls can be quite big... 043-DSC_7948: The Plateau by the Monolith. 044-DSC_7949: Looking out to the final area in the part, the Wheel of Life. Because of time constraints, we didn't actually make it there. 045-DSC_7950: 36 groups of figures surround the Monolith. Each group depicts several people interacting in various situations, similar to the statues on the Bridge. Oh and of course they're naked. 046-DSC_7951: I believe this is some kind of Norwegian Cluster Fuck. 047-DSC_7952: People can sit on the statues and be a part of the art. 048-DSC_7953: Looking back on the park from the base of the Monolith. 049-DSC_7954: At the base of the Monolith looking up. 050-DSC_7959: Looking down as Kai answers questions of various people. He was a very interesting and informative host, as well as a good cook. 051-DSC_7960: In the hills in the distance Holmenkollbakken, a large olympic sized ski jump area, is visible. 052-DSC_7961: Faith and Kai 053-DSC_7962: Faith selects a sculpture that best reflects her. 054-DSC_7963: Fiath with some figures. 055-DSC_7965: Frank selects statues that resonnate with him. 056-DSC_7967: Note that when Kai said that I should be facing the same way as the others, my response was "That's the point.". I'm the one that is looking the other way. Maybe it's to fool them (hey guys, look over there!) or maybe it's because I've got to be different, or maybe because I was in my own world and missed whatever it is that everyoen was looing at. 057-DSC_7972: Kai posing Martin (and Edward) by a scuplture of two figures studiously and sternly sitting back to back. Pilla said that didn't surprise her at all.