What NRK said.

Welcome to the dinnerparty

The next phase of The American Dream Today project begins on the 6th of February in the form of a dinnerparty and slide show. Three people are invited to bring a guest for the evening. Dinner parties will be held three nights a week in Bergen; Tuesday(6, 13, 20), Thursday(8, 15, 22)), Friday(9, 16, 23) and Monday the 26th.
Please bring something to drink, I'll supply the food and together we'll create the conversation. Call or send an SMS to 0047 922 52 238 with the date( and an alternative date) along with your address. You will shortly there after recieve a confirmation followed by an invitation in the postboks.
For more information in Oslo vistit the Black Box Teater or in Bergen BIT Teatergarasjen website.

Produced by Petter Alexander Goldstine
Co-produced by Black Box Teater
With support from The Arts Council Norway, Fund for Performing Artists, Nordic Black Theater, Kulturhuset Hausmania and The Network for Performing Arts

Dreams revisited

Dear family, friends, and dreamers of all sorts,

Unfortunatly the powers that be made an unexpected choice for me the other day. My van was broken into and my computer and hard disk were stolen along with some other less important stuff. This means that much of my material was lost along with my computer and I will no longer be able to post anything to this blog as my camera is not of much use anymore and i lack the system to process images and upload them here.
In the course of my travels this time around I have met many who have not appeared on this page. Some, the reason I don't know, others told me out right that they have no dreams. I still find this hard to believe, I believe that many have forgotten their dreams, or have become afraid to dream any longer because so many have been lost or stolen.
I thought much about this the day proceeding my invasion. I went through many emotions, and have surfaced. I realized that my true dream is to learn constantly from the art that I make, to inspire myself, and to work on my self to become a more caring, empathetic, understanding individual. I realized that my true dream has nothing to do with that computer nor does it have to do with making a book, nor any other material item, those are merely stepping stones or tools used to attain my true dream.
I will continue, send my camera into storage, buy some crappy point and shoot or disposable cameras and enter the world again with my notebook and my inspiration. The down side is that you won't be able to follow along for the time being in the capasity you once did. I plan on writing here from time to time, so keep on checking in case I include one of my many ramblings.
Feel free to contact me if you wish.
And I apologize for the inconvenience.

Keep on Keepin' on
Petter
xxoo

Skye Wolf MacGregor, CHt, CP

Shamanic and Spiritual CounselorOn one hand, I am living my dream of being in partnership with spirit and working together to be of service in helping to empower others to heal, be whole, shed their fate and discover their destiny. This is my path of destiny and I love doing it everyday. My first mentor/teacher shared with me that one of the great mysteries and learnings in life is to discover what you love to do and find a way to support yourself in doing. With all that said, the more I thought on your question the more I acknowledged that I do have another big dream: "I aspire to be a proficient and performing native flute/digeridoo/bagpipe player." I am working slowly on it and making progress.

Julius Claw

Exxon Mobil OilMy dream is to have 25 Grandchildren and I want to grow old with them. Perhaps be 100 plus years old.

Dave Ashal

Self-Employed, StudentIf I could sum it up in one sentence, it would be; I’d like to live a life such that I die having mad the world better for having been here. To expand; when, at the end , I’m looking back at my life, my dream is to see that I way amazing things; was a good friend to all who needed it; never compromised and fought injustice wherever I could; always tried to elevate myself and others; never turned away from what had to be done; and always acted from peace, honor, wisdom, and strength. Unrealistic? Maybe, but that’s my dream.

Boceaphus

Martial Arts Instructor, MusicianJust like the vibration of light from the stars outline the stars themselves, I want the vibrations my life sends out to be positive and outlive me. I want my descendents to live in a world where racism, sexism and homophobia are no more and are deemed archaic.

Jessikah and Brian

Teacher and Future TeacherTo be world travelers, get married in Dec. 07’ and teach for two years. Then join peace corps ( or a similar organization) for another two years. Then teach in New Zealand for an unknown amount of time. Jessikah would like breakfast in bed every Sunday for the rest of her years and Brian wants to conquer El Capitan on his 80th birthday. Jessikah also would like to play cards with her grandchildren and ride around on tandem bikes with them. Brian dreams of a boat trip from N. Australia to Thailand with three good friends. Oh yeah, and we want to drink tea with Bolivians.
Teach in Seven different countries.

Stephani Kiim

Early Interventionist with Children with Developmental DisabilitiesI’d like to buy a block of land /homes in an inner city (Detroit) and create a sustainable (ecologically, emotionally, spiritually) living community and school with a garden, art studio, pottery, ect… I believe that people are working too much of their lives away- not having enough time to spend with their families/children or spend time enjoying themselves in a way that has not been commodified. I want to make the housing available for a minimal cost in trade for help in the school or community and provide children with alternative focus on inclusive education. Currently I’d also like to be a competent and aware mother to my 6 month old son. Spreading and sending as much love as I can.

Jesse

LiveWhy do we call dreams the same thing?
The warm smells of summer return on the floating night, drifting imperceptibly on the breezes through open windows. Cool, damp, fragrantly bringing memory of boyhood and youth. When the world was as mysterious and inviting as the night air. Walking down lamp lit asphalt, unseen gardens whispering with the soft melodies of girls’ laughter, tantalizing voices speaking of the beautiful life to come. Now, five summers absent, the warm smells of evening recall these dreams. These dreams, as evanescent as the evening breeze. Inhale as deeply as I can and I cannot reawaken my senses. They have become dull. Try as I can I cannot remember my dreams. I have awakened and become deaf to their soft beckoning.