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Back in Europe

2007-10-03T09:17:00.000-04:00

So I made it back in one piece from the US. Actually I got back over a month ago but there been so much to take in that I just had to let the blog rest for a bit. Otherwise I really had to sit down and quantify what I felt when I landed on European ground again, and I knew that would take a while so I procrastinated it away. But here we go: First impression was literally, wow its nice to see a car again. And by car I mean a normal metal box with four wheels which I can see over if I am standing next to it, and not the monster of SUVs and trucks and pedestrian-scaring things that is driven in America. Well, first it looked kind of funny from the bus window, like little Lego cars speeding next to me, but then I got used to it. Secondly, I had forgotten how grumpy British people were. As I was plodding along in Heathrow I was looking people in the eyes and saying hi, but I after four angry looks I remembered Oh, thats not the way we do it over here so I shut up. By the time I had reached the bus driver I had gotten so many angry looks that his jolly jokes took me by complete surprise and I had to stand and have a chat with him. Anyway. I eventually got to Oslo where I realized I had said goodbye to summer and my flip-flops and had to buy a thick leather jacket to survive. After a few weeks in Norway and Sweden, seeing mum, dad, brother, stepdad, brother's girlfriend, old friends etc, I returned to Leeds, where I go to University normally. It rains a lot in Britain. This could have something to do with the mould in our bathroom. I hear its in the 80s in DC. Thats unfair. I only know about 4 people who are still here at Uni in Leeds. Feels weird when the people you want to tell about your day is an ocean away. And I am crap at emailing. Its not all gloomy though as my housemates and me have started a cooking scheme, so I am responsible for dinner sometimes and subsequently have to eat something more than pasta with ketchup ever night. Awesome! Its also nice to see some investigating, impartial journalism too. Thank god for the BBC/NRK(Norway)/SVT(Sweden). Anyway, DC is well missed, friends and also the city. From what I remember the sun was always shining there... But hey, if you're ever in Britain come and say hello!

Ps. Above is my puppy Svea and below my car (both technically my dads). Just to show what has been keeping me busy. I know!

Aug 09. 07

2007-08-09T11:08:00.000-04:00

After spending too many hours reading The Sartorialist at work, I have come to the conclusion that in the future I want to only date men that dresses like Cary Grant. For me, he is the ultimate male style icon; crisp, well-cut, traditional but with a spark. Also, I saw the Police this weekend at the Virgin Festival and Sting is another very well-dressed man. I mean, not particularly for dating, but if you are going to be in one of the world's greatest bands you SHOULD look like that in a pair of incredibly tight, black jeans and a black t-shirt. Fantastic.
Anyways, Jude moved out of our apartment today, the walls look really big because they are really empty. I am going to start packing this weekend since I am going to New Orleans next week, and then I come back and I am gone to Europe. I am looking forward to seeing the South, I dont think I have any idea what to expect.

Not long before I leave DC now.

2007-07-31T13:45:00.000-04:00

One business trip to Chicago and one just-for-fun trip to Boston in the last two weeks and now its suddenly less than a month before I take off from America for good. I have long forgotten Europe really. No military superpower? Not on my map. No right turn or red and no ridiculously light beer? Not on my map.

I have definitely not dealt with the issue of leaving yet. Neither emotionally or practically, I mean, my life is here now; my girlfriends that I talk to the television with whilst drinking tea, my stupid drunken friends who pick up street signs and take them home on nights out, my clubbing European friends, my beer snob friends, my lazy friends and my smart friends. And 15 pairs of shoes. How am I meant to leave any of that behind without having a little corner of my heart aching forever? And to add on to that; DC. Adams Morgan on Saturday nights and the Diner on Sunday mornings, Foggy Bottom metro, my lousy apartment with only one stove plate working and only two spoons, Georgetown, Dupond Circle and Kramer Books, the little park on 23rd, all the annoying interns, Eastern Market tomatoes, the Saloun, Madams Organ, the homeless man with a Frisbee on K st? My life as I know it will come to an end.

Ok, so my heart is now already aching a little bit in one corner writing this so I must return to work. At least I am going to V fest in Baltimore this weekend and seeing the Police, the Beastie Boys, Amy Winehouse, LCD Soundsystem, Peter Bjorn and John, and M.I.A. and that should heal me. Temporarily at least.

Ps. European friends and family; I do really love you. Please don't delete me from your phonebook/email address book/facebook/life/memory after reading this. The US is pretty cute. You should come and visit.

My mum is worried..

2007-07-12T12:51:00.000-04:00

So, after the previous blog post about partying on Shelter Island I get the best email from my mum, and I quote (translated from Swedish):

Daughter, now you actually have to calm down a little bit. Believe it or not but people your age does actually become alcoholics. This isn't looking well, so sharpen up. All this partying will get you tired, you might not notice it now but you will see it in the future so please calm down. Did you email Louise? Love Mum.

I love her. And I love how she after lying into me switches tone completely and just go: "Did you email Louise? Love Mum." She is a brilliant human being. I called her up directly after reading it and asked what that emailed was about, and she laughed and said: "I knew you we weren't going to like that". Well, she knows how to get me. The only thing is I think I am turning into my mum more and more for every day that goes by. We both moved abroad young (I was 16 to Scotland, she was 17 to Berlin), studied and lived there for a long time (she moved back when she had me at 36) and even if she doesn't tell me I knew she had a good time at those beer places in Berlin. Probably as much of a good time as I am having right now. So Mum, don't worry: You Turned Out Just Brilliant!

4th of July part two

2007-07-09T09:43:00.000-04:00

I can think of a handful of signs that indicate I had a very good (and very American) 4th of July weekend:
1. I was on water more than I was on land.
2. I was wet more than I was dry.
3. I was drunk more than I was sober.
4. I was outside more than I was inside.
5. I have a lot of salt water in my hair and sand between my toes. At work. On a Monday.
6. I have quite a few serious scratches on my legs from flipping with a small catamaran.
7. I have quite a few burn marks on my arms from being stung by jellyfish.
8. My nose is pink from the sun and my eyes are dark from not sleeping.
9. I haven't eaten anything that wasn't chargrilled since Wednesday.

I feel like I did it justice. Having said that, I was actually quite disappointed in the DC 4th of July. I was imagining a large majority of people I would meet to be wrapped in an American flag with a hand on their heart. At all times. I was expecting spontaneous (not just planned) parades on all streets and small flags to be waved around everywhere. It really was mainly like any other Wednesday. No flags, no parades passed by my apartment. I also missed the fireworks, but I guess that was my own fault for taking so long to get ready for a night out in Adams Morgan.
Anyway, the expectations were then saved by the weekend on Shelter Island, NY (in the Hamptons ca.). There I actually saw fireworks on Saturday, and spent the rest of my time on board different kinds of boats, mostly on a party raft my cousins built (I kid you not it has a VIP floor, a toilet and several bars, it is also almost falling together after seven years in full 4th of July use - I will post a picture when I get home). I was also on a Hobie Cat (the catamaran we flipped), two different row boats, some ferries, as well as a canoe with a tiki torch wired to it. The sun was always up, the sunset was always pink and the beach was packed. We danced salsa on Saturday and swam on Sunday. I left Manhattan at 4.40 this morning and went straight to work when I got to DC. God bless America.

4th of July!

2007-07-03T19:09:00.000-04:00

Yay, I am so excited about tomorrow! I dont know what to expect but I am very excited about it! Yay!

Dressing up as a dictator..

2007-06-29T13:10:00.000-04:00

So my German friend's Dress-Up-As-A-Dictator party went down on Wednesday and it was a success. Surprisingly, I found that the only dictatorship outfit I could construct with my already existing wardrobe was Saddam Hussein. I went for khaki linen from top to toe and wrapped my houndtooth patterned H&M scarf around my head. Who would have thought? I walked around feeling about as awkward as a clownfish in a piranha tank. Not because of the crowd there, they are all good friends, however it just felt a bit offensive. but is it really more offensive to dress up as Saddam then Hitler, or the Pope? Is it offensive at all, they are all historical, sometimes comical, figures? Anyway, it was too hot for all of us and 30 minutes in we all half-Stalin/half gay-pride or what ever t-shirt went under that 20 pound military jacket. Mustaches flew off 10 minutes later and we just continued the party in old-school-early-twenty-something fashion by drinking cheap rose wine out of tea cups and Leffe beer out of wine glasses and discussing the meaning of life.

Hardest outfit to find ever?

2007-06-27T13:52:00.000-04:00

Dressing up for fancy dress parties is always awkward. You never look cool, definitely not sexy. Just weird. Nobody can tell who is being who. You just drink more to ease the embarrassment over that you aimed to look like a Sexy Panda but instead look Abused By Your Spouse In A White Bikini (I actually saw this last Halloween). So people get really drunk and mistakingly think they are having fun because they are dressed up (while it is actually just the 4 more glasses of Chardonnay talking), and the cycle repeat itself. I cant wait till I am 40 and do not get invited to fancy dress parties anymore. Because I am sure that is a safe age right?

So tonight I'm going. My German friend is hosting one, and he is going away for a while so I guess he can do whatever he wants to do with his goodbye party. Naturally however, the theme is Dictators. Following this, I have come to the following conclusions: 1. There really are no female dictators. Yay for us! 2. The most famous dictators came from cold countries or at least favored/favors dressing in big jackets (Stalin, Hitler, Mussolini, Kim-Jong il etc). Me being female and DC being about 100 degrees hot magically transforms these two conclusions into tangible problems in the dressing-up part of tonight. I have yet to figure out how I can out of this mess without missing the party.

On Paris..

2007-06-26T15:06:00.000-04:00

I'm 22 now, the -00 is, like, my generation. My decade. So I guess its my fault as much as everyone else's, I just dont want Paris Hilton to be the defining personality of my generation. Next to Diana, Michael Jackson, and the Beatles or what? Because she's big and I am talking big, not just like the Oasis, who were gooood, but big as in small-children-in-South-East-Asia-know-their-name BIG. I guess the Larry King million dollar interview and the fact that everyone (including me, my uncle, the tramp outside my apartment and my boss) still talks about her has sealed the deal. So in the future, when you are watching those nostalgia programs on TV about the -00 she is going to be on there. And someone (under the age of 12) is going to ask: Who is that mummy? And everyone in the room will look a bit embarrassingly at each other with that sense of Who Is Going To Explain It This Time.

My Blog has an Identity Crisis...

2007-06-25T14:56:00.000-04:00

So somewhere in between finishing my exams, dancing in LA, walking in San Fransisco, sailing on Shelter Island and showing my mum DC I forgot to write in this blog. Well, it wasn't so much that I forgot but more so that the blog just got a sudden identity crisis. For a while I wanted to scrap writing all together and just post music. The blog wanted to be a music blog. But then I like writing so that wasn't a good idea. Its just a question of what kind of writing I should do. I estimate the blog's readers in the following categories, in order of reader frequency: 1. Random people from the DC vicinity I don't know. 3. Random people from rest of the world I don't know. 2. People from DC that I do know. 3. Folks from Europe that I do know. 4. My parents and assorted family members. 5. Boys I like/ex-boyfriends.
This collection creates all sorts of problems where following clashes occur: I Cant just write about my obsession with the new Brasserie Beck on 10th and K because some people would be rather bored (its so good though! Have the rabbit and a Saison-Dupond beer). I Could write about last Friday in the Saloun in Georgetown but then all future family dinners would be awkward. I Couldn't use the blog as my personal Craig's List missed connection site towards category 1 (for that one guy on the Orange Line Metro last week who got off at the Smithsonian) because that would not be good for category 5. Or 4 for that matter. (Ooops, maybe I just did).
So all that leaves me with something else. A Blog identity Crisis. But at least now I wrote something, maybe that is my start on the poor blog's recovery!

Scandinavians in DC

2007-05-17T22:36:00.001-04:00

DC has a lot of Swedes. I live only 5 minutes away from our beautiful embassy. Quite possible the most beautiful embassy in DC, right? Yeah anyway. There is a lot of Swedes around, I met one in my class, Anders. He is a good friend now, we sometimes play Kubb on GW University Yard. Kubb is this really fun game which consists of lots of pieces of wood and you try and knock the other team's pieces of wood before they knock down yours. Its not like you are just chucking them around though, it is an orderly fashion, it is Swedish after all. The only thing that is weird playing it in DC is that you dont have a beer in your hand. In Sweden you always have a beer in your hand when you play Kubb. But you cant drink in public in this country, not even at a picknick, so no beer. Weird. But I also sometimes see Swedish people on the street, mainly in Georgetown. Like when I saw this girl, she was stunning - and on her phone - and when I walked passed I heard her speak Swedish. I should have known. Or this other time when I was outside another Georgetown establishment and these two guys was standing behind my girl friends and me in the que (line, whatever) and they started talking about us (my accent is more British than it is Swedish so they didnt know, although I am tall and blond which I guess could have been a clue), they were saying stuff like oh, that one is cute, she probably has a boyfriend, wonder what it takes for her to cheat on him etc etc. Nothing sexist but they were still quite embarrassed when I turned around and told them that girls like this usually prefer if a guy talks to them face to face, rather than about them behind their back. Anyway, my point is this, Swedes are everywhere, everyone has met a Swede, knows one, been drinking with one. What is missing in DC though is some Norwegians. Today was/is Norwegian National Day and I tried to find some fun Norwegian stuff to do in the city but it seems like DC is missing a lot of Norwegians. Shame because 17th of May is this crazy celebrations where everyone takes to the streets and sing, dance, walk and be Norwegian! Its v cool. Someone once described it as a mix between the Rio Carnival and a Wiemar Republic military march. I know DC, you are really missing out.

Oslo's main street on 17th of May 2007.

Finding my inner-self..

2007-05-09T16:32:00.000-04:00

I have finals this week, and I am the worlds worst (and when I say worst I really mean it, its not like those words people use to really make a point, I mean worst as in I have never ever heard or met anyone else WORSE) time manager in history of the earth (and by history of the earth I mean since dinosaurs were living her and not the kind of earth that people think was created by God a couple of years ago). I have for about three months bopping around, doing my little things, living in little Stine world (and by that I mean getting drunk, playing soccer, going to the zoo, drinking coffee and lying in grassy places..this bracket thing is getting rather annoying, right?) without even considering opening a book until two nights ago, following that I have written over 50 pages of essays and final projects and well, stuff. I have borderline cried a couple of times, lost my soul, been so tense in my muscles my jaw is no longer functioning as it should, drank an unhealthy amount of crap ice coffee and seriously considered trying to score some Advil (or what ever that drug is called for kids with ADD is called but college kids take because they are stupid). But then, woho then, I listen to this relaxation/mediation tape my mum got me for Christmas that has a women talking really sleepy over the sounds of waves telling me to go to my inner place in nature where I will wait and then meet my inner self (this is my intuition by the way), then I sat down with said inner self and presented a problem to it, then we solved it and fused together as one and I was told I was being filled with love and wake up. So. I feel better now. Just 5 more pages to write today, and exam tomorrow afternoon. But I'll be fine, Im filled with inner love for myself, thank god. I recommend it deeply.

More Shameless Family-Promotion (also Flängan)

2007-04-28T18:34:00.000-04:00

Ok, so it was only a few posts ago that I introduced my cousin Rutte and his brilliantly working mind, but I now checked his flickr page randomly again because I am bored in the library reading about Turkish/EU identity and I came across even more brilliantness. Plus it is really cool because these photos comes from where we spent every single summer together growing up (and still do but more sporadically). Its an awesome place just a couple of hours north of Stockholm. It it my grandmother (on my mother's side) and her sisters that all grew up there, then the next generation moved into the houses and build new ones (they are our parents) and then they had kids (us - there are about 10 of us or something like that) and then we all spent our summers up there being really Swedish and running around a lot even though we all live in different places normally. One family even lives on Shelter Island here in the States. The place in Sweden is called Flängan - which doesnt really mean anything, although Flänga kind of is a verb that means to run around, back and forwards, casually (hm. something like that - I dictionaried it and I got the answer Flänga: #(no translation given)# - it is a very difficult Swedish word to translate but it is very representative of what we usually do in Flängan). When we grow up (the 10 of us or whatever) we are going to move in to the houses in the summer and play around like we did when we were small. We played a lot of football and ate loads of community meals where everyone of our parents brought something each. It is very idyllic. No concrete roads - and a little lake that we swim in, loads of woods and green grass fields for the football (these pictures are from winter so they are slightly gloomy - but that is the great thing about it - in the winter Flängan turns into this little, dark, gloomy, warm, moist, snowy thing - almost unrecognizable to what it is in the summer - contrast is good)

Rutte's mum, with milk and some flowers - she is the most stylish woman I have ever met.

God intended us to have sex. Stop preaching abstinence.

This is actually, no joke, our toilet. Its a little bit chilly in the winter - but thats what we swedes are built for. Similarities to Stalin's Soviet is completely accidental.

Mission Accomplished, half-way anyways.

2007-04-27T22:16:00.000-04:00

So I came to DC in August last year to go to class at the George Washington University and yesterday I had my last class so yay! - mission accomplished. Its a cliché but it went so bloody quickly. Of course there are a small mountain of stuff left to do, I have yet to see the White House (just driven by really really quickly), and, and lots of other touristy stuff. But I have been pretty good on doing other DC stuff - mainly getting drunk some of the finest (and some of the more questionable) establishment of this city - Madam's Organ, The Brickskeller, The Guards, Lucky Bar, Garrett's, the Saloun, 9:30 club - you know, all that stuff that matters. I also have actually managed to fulfill two lifelong (I say life long I mean post age 11) aspirations of my own - become a published journalist (Ok, its for the University news paper but still) and get a proper job (I know, I was a weird 11-year-old). It is actually much easier than it seems. Especially when you can write your columns about the finest (and some of the more questionable) establishments of this city and what to do in them. Then its just kind of fun. And the job thing has also worked out well - Ive been hired for the summer, which means I can stay in my beloved city (if the Visa Gods extend my J-1 visa thingy and my JS-21 or what-ever-the-hell-they-are-called-to-let-a decent-hard-working-Swedish-immigrant-stay-in-this-country-for-a-little-while). Summer here is going to be awesome (American word I am now started to overuse), I am very excited about it - not sure how to handle the heat but at least my building have a pool. Nice. Ok, at this point I now feel this post is just kind of rambling on about nothing and that is because I have a very important and big paper to write and it is therefore more fun to ramble. But enough and peace out. And all that jazz - I just wanted to share the mission accomplished bit because those words are always fun to use in a DC setting, right mr P? (but I think he was somewhere else when he said it....Oh right, paper...)

Swedes and the Weather

2007-04-03T09:41:00.000-04:00

I have this theory about Swedes and the weather. Basically it boils down to that our emotional well-being is the most interconnected with the weather in the world. Why? Because when you get on average 4 hours of sunlight a day (up north as little as 20min) for 5 months and the ground is frozen over a meter below the surface and you manage to not kill yourself (we have a high suicide rate) then you are going to be pretty happy when the sun comes out. I, for example, am not just dependent but addicted to good weather - it is essential to a good day. To compare it to a DC resident - he or she might be happy to see a beautiful day like today, however, it doesn't guarantee the success of the next 24 hours. Me? I am like Teflon right now, any problem just glides right off.

America is Advertising Deluxe.

2007-04-01T19:03:00.000-04:00

I was never really involved in that green-parka-wearing-Naomi Klein-Nike-bashing-stone-throwing-anti-globalization/commercialism movement in the late 1990s. I mean I read No Logo, and I agreed that brands and advertising is taking up too much public space, I just wasn't that into throwing stones. Living in the US now hasn't made me want to pick up a brick and throw it through a McDonald's window either but it has certainly tested my tolerance levels on advertising. In risk of sounding like the European communist most American's think I am; But wow, America has taken the idea of commercializing life to a whole new level. I was watching the Final Four in the NCAA (that is the semi-finals in the national college basketball tournament for those Europeans not familiar with the concept) on Saturday and maybe I was in super-communist-mood but everything seemed to be about some kind of product. The commentators kept on saying this thank you speech to Goodyear for providing the air pictures every time they came back from advertising break. And some award was handed out, and it wasn't named after like a great person who had done something great - it was named the Chrysler award and they guy who got it just kept on thanking Chrysler. I live with the ad breaks every 5 minutes (the most annoying ones being that between the last scene of a show and the end credits) and the complete commercialization of being ill (the funniest thing is when they list all the deadly side effects of an erectile dysfunction pill after the cheery man on the screen has said it saved his life - side effects include death, nausea, memory loss, and lifelong erection) but it is really weird when the boundary between what is advertising and what is not is so blurred. In Sweden, by law, we have a little jingle that say *ads* so you know. What happens when the news gets sponsored? How do you know the information is right? Anyways. Rubbish, its 1st of April and we are meant to be funny and I am just being Reclaim-the-street-communist.

My Cousin the photographer.

2007-04-01T18:54:00.000-04:00

My cousin Rutte lives in France. He likes to take pictures. He is a very cool guy. We like him a lot. Here is a sample from his flickr page. I just get a really good feeling from them. Don't you?

Becoming American?

2007-03-26T12:44:00.000-04:00

So I decided to do something with all my free time. And what is not better then to get a job? Exactly! So now I am working, hence the very light blogging recently. I also think that my light blogging lately is a sign of me becoming American. How so? Well, the origins of this blog was to write about America and DC - and what I thought about it, like, from an outsiders point of view. Because I was an outsider. I came here pretty anti, pretty sceptical. Everything was so big, the cars, the food portions the Coke bottles. I freaked when all Americans kept on asking me how I was, randomly in 7/11 - I wanted them to mind their own business, like we do in Europe. I Needed them to stop asking me if I needed direction when I stopped to ponder something on the street. But I have been here almost seven months now and I now use words like awesome, hook up, senator, spring break, Meet the Press, bud light and when in hell is the Attorney-General going to get fired - on a daily basis. I now answer my friend in the 7/11 on New Hampshire Ave. with a smiley "I am great thanks, How are you today? Busy yeah? Lovely weather isnt it?" I have been known to help strangers on street corners with a map in their hand. My Starbucks order takes more than 20 seconds to pronounce. I have even drank beer out of a red and white plastic cup. So maybe your work is done here - I am American - in soul if not by passport. Oh my am my European friends going to kill me for this post. I consider myself erased from their phonebooks already.

Student Time Management

2007-03-05T21:27:00.000-05:00

Are you a normal person? You know, like, you have a job and stuff. If so, I have a really serious question for you; How come your hours are longer than mine? Because for me, going to the grocery store is a good half-day's worth of work. If I, in the same day, go to the gym than I'm practically done for the day. All of the sudden its like 6pm and all I have accomplished is buying avocados and milk and listen through the washingtonpost.com podcast whilst running on a treadmill.
How do you manage a 9 to 5 (most likely longer) job, whilst all so fitting in ANYTHING else? Why does my day go quicker? Its so unfair. Maximum I can do is four things a day, and if I push it I can fit in a Hoegaarden at the local at the end.
Ok so I don't get up at 7am, but I am usually up at least at 9.30 (- and quite frequently, like today, I study in the library till 10pm, which makes it a good ten and a half hour day) but I still manage not to accomplish much in this time.

Like today, 4 things accomplished:
1. Gym. (9.30 till like 12) - Time spent: updating newest podcasts to ipod, walk all the way over there, work out for an hour, walk all the way back, shower.

2. Cook lunch. (12-2pm) - Time spent: trying to cook new pasta-salad w chicken, Dijon mustard and honey -recipe I got from Jude, Eat food whilst watching CNN.

3. Coffee with Zach (3-5pm)- Time Spent: Walking all the way over there, order long order at Starbucks (tall-double-skimmed-latte - takes them 3 minutes to understand my British accent), drink coffee on a wooden bench whilst talking about life's issues of love and undiscovered Norwegian girl-pop.

5. Revise. (5-10pm) Time Spent: 50% Reading about the ambiguity of The Vesting Clause of Articles I and II of the American Constitution vis-a-vis the changing powers of the President, 20% Reading about high-quality advertising campaigns from across the globe, 20% Reading about celebrities fashion faux-pas, 10% Plain complaining.

Thats it. Took me a whole day, shocking right?

Whilst you probably went to the gym, worked a full day, went shopping, read all todays news papers, booked some holiday flights, spend quality time with your friends/family/children/grandmother, AND went to dance class.

I blame the student bubble. You know, when you're at college and you all you do is college stuff, and all the people you meet gets up at 12, and, like, you get surprised when you see a kid because you realize you haven't seen one in 3 weeks. The bubble where a library becomes a social scene and 25% of the people you meet on the street are still wearing their pajamas. The bubble where the weekend starts on Wednesday night and ends on Monday. Ah, I love it.

2007-02-25T23:02:00.000-05:00

Ive reinvented the term 'lazy Sunday' today. Georgetown beat the energy out of me last night as we were falling in and out of its bar with more joy than we do studying. But I guess that is student life for everyone. Typing this message is so difficult I probably have to go to sleep right afterwards. When I tried to make penne with Swedish meatballs (what my family always had on Mondays when I was growing up.. Just with Ketchup and Parmesan..its great for hangovers too+it reminds me of home) i was so backwards that I had to use three pots because I managed to mess up boiling water.
Ultimate laziness pleasure is to watch the Oscars. the dresses, the film, Ellen. Im finding it slightly surreal to see a vice-president win. But I guess it is just another step of how the American presidency has become Entertainer-in-Chief as well as Commander-In-Cheif with the line between politics and entertainment blurs. Ok enough political analysis for one day.

My First Job Interview Ever

2007-02-21T21:11:00.000-05:00

Will I become an intern for a undisclosed Big Broadcasting News Corportation?
Little brat you might think, who has never had a job interview before. She is 22 for god sake. It is, however, not my first job. But stirring Dirty Martinis in a dimly lit bar in Hoxton, East London, didn't really require an interview, as such. More like I rocked up and my boss asked; "Can you look cool?" - "Yes" I replied confidently and boom, I was a bartender.
There were other jobs too, but this really isn't about my current Curriculum Vitae but about tomorrow. I have been dying to do an internship in DC because I need more of a challenge than balancing two beers up the stairs in Madams Organ on a Saturday night (even though it is quite tricky. But practice has made perfection).
So I applied for some internship. Mainly in media since this is the new thing that I have suddenly realized I want to do (besides making world peace, but I thought media could be a great place to start hahahahahaha).
I am really nervous though, I have no idea what he/she is going to ask! Or how I should dress (Im thinking strict white shirt under grayish pencil skirt, black light tights and black patent-leather shoes... But typing that out just now made me think more Maggie Gyllenhall in the Secretary than young professional, damn you Maggie!)
So basically the news are that I am really really nervous about my interview tomorrow, plus I have to write my opinion piece for the Hatchet, plus to buy this outfit (which isnt allowed to be kinky), plus then go to Chinatown to eat tapas and drink red wine and then go bowling and drink beer.
God, I do really live a tough life..Be thinking of me at two pm! (oh, just realized you will now know I have an interview and ask me how it went, if I suck everyone will know...oh, well.)

Blogging?

2007-02-16T09:42:00.000-05:00

I wasn't a good blogger last week. I had a realization how incredibly self centered it is to write a blog about myself. Yes, it took me seven months to realize that. All I have been doing here is writing about me. Me, me and me. Don't get me wrong there is no way Im stopping writing about me, who doesn't love thinking/writing/obsessing about them selfs. But I guess I just got chocked by the late realization of my own egoism. But then again for those who know me/has met me at least once know that I have never pretended to be modest. That is for the unsuccessful. Plus, really this blog was initially meant for Swedish/Norwegian/British people who wanted to see how I was doing without them, funny how it turns out that they consist of 10 percent of all the readers. I either have bad friends or the random people for the north east corner of the States find me intriguing. Either way.

But I guess writing a blog about yourself is the new black. I mean everyone is doing it (if your not your a sucker stuck in 1997, get with the program). Small kids, teenagers, old people, dogs, lawyers.

I wish my mum would have a blog. That would be funny. She phoned me the other day heart broken asking if I had started taking drugs and do porn. She had read all the spam comments and she was getting really worried. Bless her.

UPDATE (12.31 pm, 2/16); As I was on my own blog again I realized that in tune with this post and my own self-loving there is no more than circa 7 pictures of myself here dotted all over the place. Really. Should I be worried? Is it time to speak to someone?
UPDATE (12.38 pm, 2/16); Or am I just like 99 percent of every other blogger that thinks people are interested in whether I prefer peas to carrots? And maybe people really want to know, before someone blows up the world. Peas. Ok, enough, back to writing book report.

Valentine Schmalentine.

2007-02-15T16:31:00.000-05:00

Went out for dinner yesterday and the outrageously overpriced risotto was almost worth it because of humor of the whole thing. Ok, well I didn't pay for the risotto so I guess it was definitely worth it. Women and men were sitting along one wall stacked up around the little tiny square table. Women towards the wall the men facing them (first I thought this was odd that all of them had chosen to sit the same, but then I figured it was because the men let the women walk in front of them, aa detective Stine).
Everyone looked uncomfortable. It was a bit like that saying with a big pink elephant in the room. Everyone knew that no one really wanted to be there but no one can admit to it. I guess what it really is, is a romantic arms race! You cant stay home because everyone else goes out, but you go out and everyone hopes that someone in the restaurant is going to be brave enough to stand up on the their little white table-cloth covered table and say; Lets all go home, this is ridiculous, we don't have to do this, if we all go home together no one is going to feel bad about not paying 20 more dollars than normal for creamed rice on this stupid holiday! And then everyone can write a treaty where we promise not to go out for dinner, or buy flowers or chocolate or teddy bears or anything on the 14th of February and then we would all be better people for it!

Scientifically proven connection between Hair and imagination?

2007-02-06T16:12:00.000-05:00

Deadline tonight at nine, I cut my hair off on Saturday and I have no idea what to write about, is there a mystical connection? Did my imagination actually sit in the end of my blond hairs? Well, clearly not as I am imaginative enough to come up with such junk that I have writers block because I cut my hair three days ago.
Im sitting in Gelman library (GWU library for outsiders) and Im incredibly bored. A guy in tracksuit bottoms is aslseep next to me whilst snoring quietly, some girls in spandex black tights, Ugg boots and furry jackets are chatting away about what happened at Platinum last weekend and someone else is photocopying frantically in the corner. Maybe its the setting that needs to change?
I started to take all these Journalism classes because when I got here I figured; I wanna write, thats my call! (last summer the call was International affairs, the summer before I believe it was voluntary work in China). And I figured I have a lot to say, people always say I talk a lot so how hard can it be? Well, its hard. Its hard trying to write something creative, funny, touching, moving or gripping like four times a week. Maybe I should write about not finding anything to write. I mean that is the gist of this post, and well done to you if you have made it all the way down to here! As a surprise you then get to see the new hair;

2007-02-05T15:50:00.000-05:00

It is so cold outside today that when I walked to the Metro to pick up my ibook (who is finally feeling better) the wind made me cry and my tears froze on my cheeks. That is cold, even for a Swede.

Mall of Death

2007-01-28T18:40:00.000-05:00

Pentagon City is the labyrinth of death. In this mall (Shopping Centre for you Europeans) life is slowly and painfully sucked out of you by the lifeless atmosphere, the fake palm trees and the extremely slow Starbucks staff. I happened to know this because I spent 5 hours dying today, and 4 hours on Friday waiting for the Apple store to cure my ill ibook. Both days I arrived with joy in my steps just to leave with a paler face and slowly dragging feet. For those of you who have never been to Pentagon City it is a collection of stores inside a gigantic brown building only a few metro stops away from my home in Foggy Bottom. There is a food court that serves MacDonald’s, sushi, and Thai food from suspicious little stalls located along one wall. You eat on hard, green metal chairs on big long tables that are very reminiscent of a school canteen. And not in a good way. It has like five floors and everything is painted in a cold, white colour that kind of steals the colour from your face, like it needs it really bad. So you become whitewashed. No one really seems to be enjoying themselves walking around, no happy Sunday shoppers just angry people trying to get up the slow moving escalators. Pentagon City has this affect on people. You become angry for no apparent reason. The Apple store is a bit of a refuge, the white colour in there is warmer. But still. Still you just want to get on that blue metro line, bury yourself in the Washington Post and ride that train until you're in the District again. Far away from that hollow place that manages to make shopping a pain, mesh your brain and eat your will to ever be nice to someone again. Phew Im glad I made it out.

Blog for Choice Day!

2007-01-22T14:26:00.000-05:00

Why I am Pro-Choice:
Hi, good day everyone. Today is a little bit special. Today is the 34th anniversary of Roe v Wade, the landmark Supreme Court decision, which firmly established the US constitutional right to abortion. Today is therefore Blog for Choice day; and today everyone is therefore encouraged to blog about why they are pro choice.
Here is my reason:
I could write this post about how it is time to start treating women as adults who can make their own decisions. How it is time to trust women that they know what is best for their own health and their futures.
I could write about how I am sick of the belittling of women in the anti-choice campaigns, like our views don’t matter, like if we got left with a choice of terminating an abortion we would instantly make the wrong one and regret it.
I could write about how I found it weird that last time I saw an anti-choice demonstration they showed factually incorrect images of foetuses and the crowd consisted of only men.
I could write about how abortion is very rarely a solution a women chooses to use as contraception. How we rather take a pill and/or use a condom to protect ourselves, and how abortion is a lifesaving last option, not something we do out of laziness or because we love it so much. Abortion is a hard choice. But believe it or not, women can make hard choices too, and abortion should be a choice no less.
I could write about the overwhelming evidence of the increase in illegal abortions and their disastrous consequences. I could point out that 80,000 women die each year because of them. Or that the number of abortions does not decrease because you ban them. Or that 288,700 women were hospitalized in Brazil last year following illegal abortions.
I could write about any of those things because they are so important.
But you should know about them already; you should be convinced by them already; you should have heard them before and told other people about them.
I want to blog for choice because I have a slightly different viewpoint than many of those reading this. I come from a country (Sweden) where there no longer is an abortion debate. Where we have realized many of these things; taken them into account; looked at our own values and morals, and our healthcare ideas; and we have come to the democratic conclusion that banning abortion is not right. It is not only unhealthy, deadly, immoral, old-fashioned, and repressive, it is also a breach of a fundamental human right. The right to decide over your own body, should we start restricting the handicapped to have sex? If you restrict one reproductive right then others will follow.
But neither of this is really the point. The point is that the Swedish way works; we have less abortions and less illegal abortions, but more compulsory sex education, an open and honest discussion about sex, and an outlook of sex as health and good. You have to believe Women, and young women are independent and intelligent enough to make informed decision, the school provides, by law, help with these decisions.
This goes for all of Western Europe. For example, in the Netherlands, where teenage sexual activity is about the same as in the U.S., pregnancy rates are only one-ninth those of the United States. Education, education, education, and a little bit of honesty. Banning abortion is not a solution, it breaks my heart to see that people still fighting for it. Few of them has the experience I have been lucky to grow up in, few of them have lived in the most obvious example how reproductive rights are healthy, and must remain a fundamental human right.
For my favourite feminist blogger Jill's, excellent "Why I am Pro-Choice" blog post check here! (Creds to her for the figures in this post).

Age... I dont like it.

2007-01-19T13:15:00.000-05:00

I know you are going to say 22 isnt old. And it’s not really. Maybe. But I turn 22 today and I don’t like it. When I was younger I wanted to grow up, wanted to have responsibility, wanted to know more. I still do, but I could stay 21 doing it. I have done a lot in 22 years, lived in some foreign countries, met a lot of strong people, gone to some unforgivable parties. But 22 is just unnecessary. 21 goes better with my hair I think.
I feel like girls are given a bad share in this age thing, we do better when we’re 21 than 22 whilst the guys just get better. My age has caught up with me I need to do something that few 22 years olds have done. I take suggestions. Maybe I should sail across the Atlantic in little a self-made boat whilst finding myself again. Or go live with some rainforest people and find myself again. I feel like I should find myself again. Or just go out in Adams Morgan tonight, maybe I’ll find myself around there somewhere?

Hibernation

2007-01-10T09:12:00.000-05:00

My parents live in a village in Sweden, I grew up here til I was 16 and moved to boarding school in Scotland. The village is called Sjötorp and has around 700 people living in it. Sweden's biggest canal starts here; Sjötorp is its connection to the biggest lake in Sweden, Vänern. It is not famous for much more than that. I think it should be because it is a beautiful place, especially in the summer. However, regardless of the canal it also has a magical effect; the village is able to freeze time.
Well, it doesn’t freeze it as such, but it makes everything go really really slow (maybe much like any small town anywhere in the world I guess). So I have been here for the last week and nothing has happened, I have done nothing, I have spoken to no one, I have written nothing, I have not seen anyone; it is much like a short-term human hibernation. I actually think my heart is beating slower than ever, that is how relaxed I am.
It has been great, I say I haven’t done stuff but I have done something; I've started knitting a scarf, and read loads of books. These activities are a good change from my usual slightly more hedonistic pursuits. Vie read The Perfume, which is a great book describing a travel through France in the 18th century by the sense of smell (its just coming out as a film too). I have now started reading the bible. Yes, a very surprising choice I know, but I wanted to read a classic, you know, find out what all the fuss is about. And wow, you have to look hard to find a more patriarcical book. I am only on like page 20 but there has only been two women of any mention so far (but there has been a hell of a lot of men) and one of them screwed up the whole world because she wanted knowledge (I think we girls really deserve to be held to that for the rest of time), the other one is the wife of Abraham, and she so far she hasn’t said anything she is only so beautiful that the whole of Egypt wants to sleep with her and might kill her husband for it.
I go back to the normal universe on Friday when I first go to Oslo, and then I am back in the US on Monday. Hibernation is great but only short term and it’s going to be great to go back to DC. I’m going to try to maybe get an internship or something. Be a better person. Have more fun. See more than Georgetown. There is a lot to do in my final 5 months there!

2007-01-10T08:34:00.000-05:00

Finally got the ibook connected to the internet at my parents house so in a sudden spur of activity I have uploaded the pictorial documentation of my last two weeks. It includes christmas in Oslo, and new years in Copenhagen, and it is all on my flickr, over two pages of it!

New Years Resolution

2007-01-10T07:33:00.000-05:00

Pictorial New Years resolutions are not that common. But I have one this year. The picture above is taken sometime around 2.30 on the 1st of January 2007 in Ideal Bar in Copehangen, Denmark. I want it to be model for the next 365 days to come and by this i mean; in 2007 I want to be;
1. Happy
2. Dancing
3. Dressed Up
4. as often as I can With A Beer In My Hand
5. In A Foreign Country
6. With Amazing Friends (not visable on the picture though)
7. Have Orange Nails.

I feel like if I am any of those 7 things within the next year I shall be ok. And If I have all at once as much as possible 2007 might even be as good as 2006 was. happy New Year.

Smoking at airports and Sparkling Water

2006-12-29T06:32:00.000-05:00

So yea, back in Scandinavia now. Its really nice to be back for a while. I must say I was pretty beat from the four months in the US, I slept for like four days when I got here. Oslo has been welcoming. Its not that cold, and just a little bit of snow. Ok, so Im pretty low on time right now as I am leaving Oslo tomorrow to go to Copenhagen for New Year. A sexy 10 hour bus ride through Sweden. But all banks close at 3 here so I got to go and get myself some Danish Kroner. Just two thoughts on the advancement of Scandinavian society (for better or worse); When I got to Copenhagen airport on my way here I saw this thing in the corridor. It was like a smoking booth but it looked a bit like a bus stop, i.e. it was just a roof and a bench. But the roof contained superstrong ventilation so the smokers could stand literally in the corridor and smoke openly while the ventilation effectively took away the all smoke. I thought it was pretty hi-tech, wonder when that will hit the rest of the world. Secondly, I love sparkling water in Oslo. It is so cavalier. Its not just sparkling water, first it comes in three different levels of bubbles. Like; a lot of bubbles, normal bubbles, and light bubbles. Then comes the flavor; it could be natural, or infused with natural fruit juice, or just flavored in everything for the berries of the forrest to mango and guava. It also comes mixed with a little bit of milk and juice to create this kind of smooth, lightly bubbled juice explosion. Its soo good. But I mean, is it a sign of a well matured society when it takes you 20 minutes to choose your sparkling water. Don't even get me started on the still.

How to dismatle a fire alarm?

2006-12-21T19:58:00.000-05:00

No, its still beeping because there is just little bit of battery left lying around in the cord. That was Fabi's reply to why the firealarm was still beeping after we craftedly (if that is a word) took it out of the roof and pulled out the battery. But, yes it was still beeping. Like once every two minutes. So I had to phone my friend Jarryd and he explained that it was because it had a little Chinese watch battery so it could still warn you to change the batteries. Damn. But anyway the noise wasnt that bad so we could live with it whilst we were pre-gaming Saturday night. But then I came home on Sunday (dont ask) after brunch and the beeping drove me absolutely insane. Crazy. I felt like hitting with a hammer because the battery wouldnt go back in again and my head was hurting very badly from the night before. I couldnt do anything but magically my friend Durita could. She made it stop beeping and I dont think I have ever loved anyone so much. These are pictures of us trying to dismatle the thing in the first place. Enjoy. We did.

Epilogue

2006-12-21T19:31:00.000-05:00

Ok, so its not really an epilogue. I mean a term is coming to an end and in less than 36 hours I'll be in Scandinavia. But I am coming back so. But epilogue is such a good word, it kind of makes this post seem important. Ive been here for 4 months now. To quote, well, someone; "Its been emotional". DC is far away from home; America is far away from Europe. I have learned a lot. A lot about having no personal space, a lot about being friendly, and a lot in general of transatlantic relationships and what Americans really think of Europeans and the other way around. Americans think Europeans just smoke cigarettes and ravel in old glory from old empires. Partly true but no. Europeans on the other hand think Americans are stupid. Not entirely true either, however, I am getting slightly tired of people mixing up Sweden and Switzerland and asking me if I speak German.
My friend Dave is already in Europe, he informed me to be prepared that everything is really small over there. I dont know if I should expect a reverse culture chock. Ill be writing from Sweden and Norway to let you know. I am also going to see the Danish girls in Copenhagen for New Years which I am very excited about. I mean they are not coming back to GW like me, so it is easier to do the good bye thing this way, its more like; See you next week. Rather then erhhm, good bye, for a like, ever.. No no. Dont like that. Just see you next week. Better. And DC ill be seeing v soon to, so not too sad about that either.

2006-12-17T22:47:00.000-05:00

Ok. So its 22.52 Sunday night and I have yet to start my paper due last friday. But hey, I am an international student, allowed to be a bit of a slacker. Democracy in Lithuania isnt something you just dive into. Heavy procrastination is needed before. The Danish Girls and me have been incredibly geeky and teaching ourselves HTML. It is seriously funny, and dont tell anyone I told you. Look I made the description of my blog in a lightsalmon colour.
Anyway, We have also during our hours of studying/ procrastinating /lying on the floor crying with laughter developed a slight obsession with Eddie Izzard stand-ups. This is our favourite. Whenever I am stuck with work now I watch this. It helps. Press play and try it yourself.

2006-12-15T18:11:00.000-05:00

I just needed to post this. V cool logo for a (I think) Duch design firm. Love it.

2006-12-15T14:51:00.000-05:00

I feel terrible. Ok, so there had to be a point where my body said enough to the constant drinking, hard core studying til 4 in the morning, the deprivation of sleep, and the lack of regular meals that have been the theme of much of my last two weeks. And this point is now. Its had enough. I feel terrible, tired all the time, havnt eaten since Tuesday, feel weak and just want to get better. Im today slowly trying to eat some oats.
But what gets me right now is that, what is going on in DC? Why are they rebuilding the whole of Foggy Bottom the days that I am tragically ill. Construction works are everywhere, they have been really bad at my friends around New Hampshire Av and M for a while so its impossible to sleep there. Now they have seemingly come to my part of 24th street too. Its like waking up to World War I. Or how I imagined WWI to sound like anyway. Bombs, hammers against steel etc etc. It is very hard to sleep to. Not even my French friend's French sleeping pills helped. They still hammer their way into my sleep. I just wish they would stop building, I like Foggy Bottom as it is. Its fine by me to leave it like this.
But I guess my calls will go unheard and I must return to essay writing instead. i'll leave you with this; "Women, conditioned for millenia to accept the partriarchal definition of their role, have sexually and emotionally serviced men and nurtured them in a way that allowed men of talent a fuller development and a more intensive degree of specialization than a woman ever had" - Gerda Lerner The Creation of feminist Consciousness

2006-12-08T13:07:00.000-05:00

I feel very post-modern in my procrastination today. Back in the days, like in 2001, when I tried my best to not do work I tidied my desk. You know, stacked my post-its in a pile, threw away receipts lying around, lined up my pens in a straight line and opened my notebook on a fresh page, all ready to work.
Now, in the future I do this virtually in this place with no tangible things called my desktop. Its exactly the same but computerized. I put the Youtube videos in the entertainment folder, stack all the .pdf's about the European Common Foreign and Security Policy in the EU folder, put some iPhoto labels on the pictures I just got from Fabi, throw away some rough drafts of an essay in the Trash, and get everything clean to start work eventually. Its all very 2006.
But Im thinking now; what is the next step? I already communicate mostly over email and MSN, I get all my news here, I find out about all the events I go to here, I could do my shopping. Will I eventually be able to shower virtually? That would be handy, maybe.

2006-12-06T18:15:00.000-05:00

Everything is bigger in America. The cars, the buildings, the TV shows, the politics, the coke bottles, the road signs, the tequilas, the military spending, yea pretty much everything. When everyday stuff is bigger I notice it more, like food sizes. I just had a sandwich. I ordered a small. Always order a small. It was huge, I could barely finish it. If you order a salad somewhere in DC you get a mountain of lettuce, like really, a mountain. Ok so I know this whole obesity thing is a problem over here, but Britain is the fattest European country, and most people I see everyday here in DC is average size, so I don't think that's all it. Am just wondering; where along the line did American's get more hungry than the rest of the World?

2006-12-04T21:22:00.000-05:00

I think my to-do list is now 2 A4 pages long. Single spaced. 12pt Times New Roman.
Finals are hitting GW firmly, and it is so tiring. Especially for a girl who has been spending most term focusing on having fun; fun in Dupond Circle, fun in Adams Morgan, Fun in Georgetown. Not so much focusing on having fun in Gelman (GW library) or the Library of Congress or any other DC hot spot for studying. I mean, I have been working a bit, but I have figured out I am one of those people who can only work under deadline pressure. So when it comes to a 20-page paper I prefer to leave it to 3 days before, and then have 3 hour sleep a night and go slightly crazy. Not so healthy. But during this 20-page paper stress I have been so dry on inspiration to work on the blog, completely out of anything interesting to write. And then today I figured out; Oh, I can write about how I am stressed and all out on inspiration. So yeah; I'm all stressed and out on inspiration.
But I'm not going to become one of those bloggers that keeps on apologizing for not posting. It feels like most blogs I read once in a while leaves a big post about; Oh sorry I have been so busy, and oo I promise I will write more, and aah I have had such a full plate but I’ll be better.
So anyway, I will not apologize (even though in Sweden my mum seriously worries if I am dead every time I haven't posted…ok, so I am slightly sorry about that. Sorry mum). Instead I will think positively and think ahead; I'm looking forward to do xmas shopping in Georgetown, going to a free concert with my favourite Norwegian Jazz band; Tord Gustafsson Trio, in the Kennedy Center, and then going to a rave on Thursday, and all good things I am doing in DC before the 22nd when I go back to Scandinavia for Christmas.

2006-12-04T20:21:00.000-05:00

Oh, and I have uploaded a bunch of pictures onto Flickr. From Thanksgiving, and working hard in the library, the Army v. Navy game in Philadelphia this Saturday, and other ones. A little random collection basically. its to be found Here!

2006-11-25T12:29:00.000-05:00

Thanksgiving is a great holiday. I'm not sure we have anything similar in Sweden. Well, I guess we have midsummer, which also revolves around food and wine and having a good, stress free, time. But (sorry to say it) in the homeland of commercialism and consumer obsessions and Christmas decorations in April it is nice to see that thanksgiving hasn’t got a gimmick. There are no thanksgiving colours that need to be symbolised with shiny ribbons, no thanksgiving elf that needs to be bought, and no gifts to be compulsorily given, or received. Altogether, a great holiday of just eating and having fun. I guess you Americans knew that; but I was at least pleasantly surprised. I’ve been on Shelter Island for the weekend and it is beautiful. So good to get out of the city, went surfing yesterday, going sailing today, been haingnig out with family members I haven't seen in seven years, shooting clay pigeons, drinking tequila with the locals, its been, well, my best thanksgiving ever. Its setting the standard high, I like it.

2006-11-22T08:27:00.000-05:00

Today I am going to New York, or actually Long Island, for my first Thanksgiving ever. I am very excited, both about the break and about the food! I will let you know how it held up. It is the busiest weekend travelling this weekend, my friend said 200 million people will be travelling. Im taking the Chinatown Bus, oh the joy!

2006-11-16T11:19:00.000-05:00

I think I’m in Love. With a big L. In love with New York. I once had a violent and volatile affair with London. It made me to who I am today; it left me pretty bruised and shattered, but more pleased, grown-up and cynical. Now New York has stolen my money, my health, my heart, my wallet and my toothpaste, and I feel happy about it.
I lost 4 credit cards so now I am living of 79 cents; its going pretty well so far, but by the end of the week I will have no friends left because they all have to buy me coffees constantly.
There is a Norwegian singer/song writer called Thomas Dybdahl. He sings this song called: ‘One Day you’ll Dance For Me New York City’. I think I like that to be true one day.

2006-11-09T16:06:00.000-05:00

I am so excited about going to NYC tomorrow. I have never been. I cant wait. I am bubbling with excitement. Im nuts with enjoyment. Im mad with anticipation.

I am also excited about that the mid-term elections proved to be such a success for women. America is most likely getting its first female, and feminist, Speaker of the House. It also got more female senators, possibly its first female presidential candid, and more women in the House of Representatives. Its great. Its about time. However, not too unexpectedly the media is slow to catch on. Most of the Mainstream Media was covering the election looked like, as NYPost put it; A men's Club from 1962.
As much as Tucker Carlson makes me laugh sometime, with his screwed unsubtle but cute (in an anti-way) right-winged-ness, where were the female faces on TV? The networks are pretty good at putting them there when it comes to "chat" politics (in a friendly and deweaponazing way); but obviously they can not provide the American people with cutting-edge election analysis? Oh no.

Ok, well anyway; Im off to New York, the Democrats has won the House AND the Senate, SD voted against the Abortion Ban, Rumsfeld have resigned, I got an A on a paper, my work is done for the weekend, I have new shoes to wear in NYC, my mum loves me again, the sun is shining, its 20°C in November; Life IS Great!
(Oh, and look below how good my predictions were; 5 out of 6) woho!

2006-11-07T08:58:00.000-05:00

Good Morning Election Day! WoHoo! My predictions in the races I think are most interesting;
Senate:
VA: Webb (D) (I love this race, it has been so close, and so interesting in such a red state, Allen came across as a much more accessble man than Webb, but he really cocked up).
MD: Cardin (D).
RI: Whitehouse (D).
TN: Corker (R).
OH: Brown (D).
Yes, it is four Democrats but I dont think they will take over the Senate. But I am pretty certain they will do with the House, possibly by ca. 23-26 seats.
Gubernatorial:
MD: Erlich (R).
Other:
SD: Please, please, please don't let the ban-all-abortion law pass. If you pass it I will loose a big chunk of my belif in humanity right then. I can not be clearer; please do not pass the abortion law, it is not helping anyone; it is based on lies and an outdated views on women and their bodies. Please. Please. Please show your independent thinking. I am so scared this law is going to pass.
VA: I do not think the same-sex marrige amendment is going to get through, but I wish it would, this country needs to loosen up abit. I just hope it doesnt rally Virginia voters to vote for Allan.

Okey, thats it; Im off to the gym then library all day! Hope you are having a good Election Day (particular if you are a Democrat)!

2006-11-06T12:20:00.000-05:00

Healthy Obsessions: I was procrastinating; trying to avoid the huge amount of papers I have to do write before I jet off to NYC this weekend. I was scrolling through the long list of obligatory graphic design, interior design and typographic design blogs I read, and I realized I had yet to even mention my obsession with these on the blog.
I have talked about feminism, Ive talked about Sweden, Ive talked about Tequila (see post below), and Ive talked about Co-ed Intramural Soccer; so Ive mentioned most of my obsessions; but I have yet to talk about the greatness of a well designed font, or the beauty of a groundbreaking wallpaper. But as I was scrolling through one of my favorite graphic design blogs (in Swedish) I came across the new logotype for the EU. What a crazy coincident; because I am also obsessed with the EU (the cooperation, the multilateralism, the normative diplomatic values, the multilayered governance, what is not to love?). So here you go! Its the one above, and I think its great! Not because it combines my two, uptil now unmentioned, obsessions, but because it is just really cool and fresh. It was designed by a 23 year old Polish guy who won a competition about it. I think he really managed to create something that embodies the EU, a multicultural collection that doesn't always seem to fit, but all put together it kind of does. Or something like that. It also just, well, look damn good!

2006-11-05T20:15:00.000-05:00

I woke up this morning feeling like a little piece of paper scrambled into a little ball which had then been thrown far far away. DC's nightlife is making me feel this way. But its in a good way. When you come to a new place going out is so much fun, over and over again. We are definately taking full advantage of this honeymoon period. 5pm, Georgetown on friday; My friend Ben: Hey Stine, Im out shopping in Gtown wanna come down for a coffee before seing the play. Me: Yea, why not. After coffee is finished; Us: Oh we have another 45 min, should we just go by Garrets to have a pre-play drink. Us: yea, good idea. Ben (after first round): Oh, but now I have to by a round, just to make it equal. Then we'll go. Me: Ok. Ten Hours later, 5am, Still in Georgetown; Us: *falling out of the Guards*. Me: *forgetting credit card behind bar*. Ben: *Still dancing to Paradise City*. Durita: *Skipping*. It was just one of those great nights, great weekends, Saturday much the same.

2006-11-03T10:05:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I got a weird stomach feeling; The first snow arrived in Scandinavia, with brute force. It was chaos in Stockholm and along the coasts. A ship even collapsed on the Swedish coast, and an oil rig was floating about outside Norway (putting it that way might be understating the serverity, sorry). But here in DC we were having 19°C (66F) and shining sun; Ive been walking around in skirts and sunglasses for the past two days. Ok, I think my point is this: Im kind of missing Scandinavia. The weather difference was so stark yesterday it made me miss Scandinavia. Snow rocks. Its when the difference and the distance become so apparent that I think more about home. But knowing me; if I was at home I would certainly be moaning about all the snow. Oh its soooo coooold bla bla bla. So basically Im confused about the weather. And me missing home or not. Wow, this isnt making much sense. But rumor has it the winter is pretty cold here too, when it eventually arrives. Thankfully I packed warm socks.

2006-11-02T22:43:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I had a surreal feeling first. Well, I had two surreal feelings yesterday actually, and I had to mention both on the blog; the first one about the snow storm in Scandinavia is discussed above.
But I had one about DC too. When I lived in London it took me six months and a visit from my mother to get me to see the Houses of Parliament. I’ve been in DC for two months now; and only yesterday did I take up my friends offer of a private tour of the Congress (he interns there). Sightseeing is never really a priority; but every time I do it, it makes me feel like I get to know a new city a little bit better, like its becoming more mine and less foreign. Its a really wicked feeling.
To make a city yours, you need to know the touristy parts; as well as the cool, quirky, drunken, shiny hidden parts. Only when you know how to entertain the socks of both your 58-year-old aunt, your 12-year-old niece and your 25-year-old best friend so that they never want to go home; you can know you are home. Seeing the Congress was not like exploring Dupont Circle nightlife, but in all ways both are life-depending necessary for my DC trip.

2006-10-29T17:32:00.000-05:00

So this was Halloween weekend. Well, actual Halloween is on Tuesday, but hey; if Macy’s can start selling Christmas things in September we can dress up two days before. Plus apparently Halloween is a big thing over here. Dressing up has really never been one of my favourite things to do, I love love love to wear nice clothes for a good night out, I do not love so much walking around dressed like a John Wayne.
Plus apparently its not just fancy dress for girls, we got informed that basically grown-up girls take Halloween very seriously as the only weekend of the year when dressing up slutty is acceptable.
I'm not big fan of dressing slutty either, and particularly not when it is expected of me to do so. But we did see and hear about Slutty FBI Agents, Slutty Alice in Wonderland, Slutty Photographer, Slutty Ice-hockey Team, and my favourite; Slutty Pandas. I opted out of the slutty dressing; it was a good choice.
Since I am chronically late for everything I only started thinking of my outfit at 9 on Saturday evening, with all the shops closed I had to construct something out of my own wardrobe, I realized none of my clothes are particularly funny. But after much trying on outfits we created a spectacularly obvious outfit of me being a 80s sailors wife from the ghetto. What is that you might wonder? Well it is what happens if you just put on a stripy dress (the nautical part), a velour hoodie (the ghetto part) and make my hair even more 80s that it already is (the 80s part if you didn’t get that). Voila; White Sailor Trash.
Pictorial evidence of the night is on the flickr page.

2006-10-24T12:08:00.000-04:00

Soccer: FC Becken-Bauer is looking to have an honest chance at the indoor-five-aside-mixed-soccer-GW-championship this year. Our first play-off match was won last night by 1-8, next clash is on Wednesday, final on Sunday if we get there.
It really is true, we are just sin, sin, sin: Now I have to study the oppression of women since like Ancient Greece; that is a lot of oppression. Did you know that the saying "rule of thumb" comes from the times when a man was allowed to beat his wife with anything that was thinner than his own thumb.
Early Christian church fathers encouranged men to beat their wives for her own charity, because obviously we women embody the original sin (well, you did know we ate the apple and like, just made life hell for everyone, for the rest of all time). We, with our sexualness, stood in the way from men achieving great things, we embody guilt, sin, deformation, unwholiness and therefore we are just as Simone De Beauvoir said; the Second Sex. We should really be ashamed of ourselves, really. But I guess I have chosen not to have a conscience instead, oh well, who can be bothered feeling guilty all the time anyway, I got better things to do.

2006-10-22T19:52:00.000-04:00

Lets talk about Scandinavia: Ok I don't have time to tell you all I know about Scandinavia, its a lot. And I certainly don't have space to tell you all that is good with Scandinavia, its a lot. But I can tell you this; The new Swedish embassy opened in DC over this weekend I went down to have a look at it, plus the Ark (very big Swedish band) was playing so I got some music as a reward for dragging myself out of bed at 4 in the afternoon (hey, its Sunday). It is beautifully located on the waterfront by the Pontomac river, and is an excellent symbolization of Swedish design and values. Its mainly glass to show transparency, I think its a thing Sweden is trying to do with most newly built embassies because I saw some Discovery Channel documentary on it. The only thing Im not sure I liked was how they have painted parts of the glass wooden, Im not sure if I thought that came off as good as it could have done, maybe better to have actually just kept those parts in actual wood since that is again pretty Scandinavian. But hey I guess its postmodern or something, like anti-wood maybe. Anyway, as Ola Salo (singer of the Ark) said; "Finally we have built a house to once and for all learn you guys the difference between Sweden and Switzerland". He also stopped mid-between-song speech to watch a big passenger plane fly by, to then say "Well you know we got to keep an eye on those things over here, you just never know where they are going to hit", . Auouch, There were definitely more laughs for the first joke, I really don't think America is ready for 9/11 jokes just quite yet.
Second thing about Scandinavia: I mean could go on aall day about it but I just want to share one quick thing that has hit me recently too. It goes a little something like this; Scandinavia is pretty big; there isn't a lot of ppl living in Scandinavia; this gives the ppl living there a lot of space to move around in; from this we have become pretty aware of space, personal space; I have become aware of personal space; I hate sharing a room. Yepp, I blame my Scandinavian-ness for my inability to get on with my housemates and that is fine, it is simply unnatural to expect me to be happy about waking up in the morning with two near-strangers asleep in my bedroom. Its got to stop, Im trying to move out, hey what can I do, Im Scandinavian.

2006-10-17T20:06:00.000-04:00

Right now Im just sitting and contemplating what the North Korean nuclear test means for the world that we live in. I went to see a talk by Jack Pritchard, the president of the Korea Economic institute (KEI), today and it made me think about war and peace. Is it possible that I will not see a world in peace in my life time? Very likely. Does that make me sad? Very. But its only over recent developments that I have come to think like this, before, I was convinced that as long as we just sort this problem, or just that problem out, then we will move towards a world in relative peace.
I really believe in Robert Cooper's idea that state's can become postmodern; where we are so internconnected through trade and a shared belief in non-hostile solutions to conflicts, that war will no longer seem like an appropriate option. Basically, its believing in diplomacy, just like the states within the European Union does today, or Canada, Australia or New Zealand. Other states, like the US, can be seen as modern, who still resorts to hostile measures. I was not a Realist who believed the world to be in a constant struggle for power. And I am still not, but living in America has certainly dampened my idealism, I find myself settling in to the thought of the world being, at least in a majority of places, in a state of disorganization and instability.
The North Korean bomb was just another sign the world is becoming a more, not less, dangerous place. Its like waking up from the 1990s where everything was kind of going ok, Eastern Europe became democratized, there was economic growth after the 80s and technonlogy spurred everything on. But now it kind of seems a bit gloomy again, with Iraq, Iran, North Korea (or the Axis of Evil as Bush likes to refer them as). Russia is again acting like a Authoritarian state, Africa is seeing little progress and there is sudden real possibliliy of a nuclear arms race with Kim Jong-il, who is honestly frightfully mad.
I just get a feeling it doesn't have to be like this though, American foreign policy has not convinced me, I might see the world more gloomy but that doesn't mean I believe that we are reacting the way we should do. Im hoping for a return to diplomacy, a returned belief in that war isn't the good solution. A return to multilateral talks, not bombings. And, it would be really helpful if this U-turn came now, not after Kim Jong-il have bombed Seoul, been attacked by China and sold all its knowledge and plutonium to terrorist groups, and to Iran. Thats what I hope for, some progressiveness please.

2006-10-17T19:15:00.000-04:00

Some snapshots from Atlantic City is on the Flickr page now, more to come!

2006-10-16T00:38:00.000-04:00

Oh so tired, oh so happy, oh so wonderfully lively again. The road trip was one of the best things I have ever done in my life, we have seen so much, met so many remeberable people and laught so much it would be impossible to describe almost. I wont try now either, its Sunday night and we have been lost on the road for more than we have been on the right way today. We survived at least, motells, casinos, old ladies, diners, married men, the beach, and danish pop music aside. Plenty of pictures to come. Til then; good night, and thank you for stopping by!

2006-10-13T08:21:00.000-04:00

8.15 AM Friday morning, I am severely disillusioned today. Disillusioned with the American university system, and disillusioned with my own capability to write, anything, let alone a report on the Latvian transition process to democracy. Okey, maybe I’m overreacting a little bit (and not forgetting the ridiculously early morning), my point is this; GWU workload=huge, gigantic (compared to English University). However, it doesn’t reach the analytical level I am used to, it’s basically simpler. Because there is so much of it (quantity wise) it is harder to do a really excellent job with it once you are doing it, there just isn’t time or space. I have slept three hours today, about four on average this week, the Gelman library walls have become my mine. Thankfully, thankfully; there isn’t a Eastern European democracy in the world, or a grayer library or more square eyes that can revert the fact that the four-Scandinavian-girls-take-on-Philadelphia-and-Atlantic City-watch-out-Road Trip is departing today at 1300h! Getting out of Foggy Bottom, and greater DC, is going to be so liberating. We are going to see fields, maybe cows, maybe Amish people, some sea, and what has apparently been called; America’s Blackpool (Atlantic City). It couldn’t sound better, freedom here we come.

2006-10-09T00:10:00.000-04:00

There seems to be no stopping FC Becken-Bauer this season (well, our first season), the now-near-legendary indoor-five-aside keeps on getting better and better. Our fourth victory today was, again, a convincing team effort and we are now safely in the playoffs. I so so should be doing work, writing essays on if the ability to give birth were restricting or empowering for women in Ancient Greek and on the transition process to democracy in Latvia, but its much more fun planning our road trip this weekend. We are either going to Niagara Falls or Atlantic City. Undecided yet but its going to be 4 girls, a big SUV and the road so it will be fun either way!

2006-10-06T22:12:00.000-04:00

With just a click or two I can now offer you a unique insight to what is going on in my side of town! With my new wee shiny camera I have taken loads of photo's this week, they are now on My Flickr Page, which I will keep a link to under the Things I Want You To Like thingy, but I will also write a line or two here when I put up new shiny wee photos there. I feel all very internety-and-technical-and-2006 these days with all links and photos and blogs and what not, very interesting indeed.

2006-10-03T10:46:00.000-04:00

I love love love being in DC because of the politics. Well, It’s not like I hang around the Congress all the time (although my friend Dave does since he work there, and I probably would if I had more time) but it still so very real here. As the Mark Foley scandal develops I can’t help but follow it religiously like it was my hometown Swedish football team playing the Champions League. Oh, and what a scandal by the way, everything you need from a political cock-up; gay politicians, too young boys, alcoholism, dirty emails, cover-ups, the Republican Party, a speaker of the house in trouble, a bunch of suited overweight men desperately saving themselves, pundits on MainStreamMedia competing for the most dramatically delivered self-absorbed cutting analysis, and the editor pages of our newspapers calling for resignation left, right and center, all this 34 days before a national election. From my point of view, be gay all you want, I think we need more gay men in Congress anyway(or at least less gay men suppressing their sexual orientation until complete collapse, we need more women and gay men everywhere), but this was involving 16 year old boys. That is plain wrong, go gay cruising late at night all you want but don’t prey on adolescents. Secondly, if you are the Republican Party, please be smart, you're educated; don’t let him stand next to the president signing a bill to catch internet pervs. Let him resign for something, move him away, don’t let me continue to walk the floor around 16 year old boys if he has a problem with it, don’t leave it so the Democrats can drop it 34 days before the midterms. In essence, Foley cant blame alcoholism, and the Republicans have cocked it up so much this time (not saying that the Democrats never had) that they should pay dearly for this, just like the Democrats did in 1994.

2006-09-29T17:52:00.000-04:00

I Pulled a muscle in my leg on Sunday, I lost my wallet at a gig on Monday, my computer crashed on Wednesday, there was a storm on Thursday, I have slept bad all week, I have no clean clothes, my article isnt written yet and I didnt understand anything in my class today. Thank Goodness its Friday! I woke up with a smile, had lunch at the IMF, going out for a glass of wine tonight, it should be ok, thank goodness for the weekend.
Here's me and my friend Dave a couple of weekends ago, hoping tonight and tomorrow will be as good of a night as we had then. Georgetown v. Adams Morgan, tough choice but Im thinking Georgetown.
I spoiled my self on amazon.com since to recover from my disasterous week and bought a shiny wee new digital camera so lots of photos coming up.
Woho, its Friday!

Americanizzzed

2006-09-28T17:18:00.000-04:00

First sign of me becoming Americanized: Four weeks ago I walked into a Starbucks ordering a small latte, two minutes ago I walked in ordering a double-tall-skimmed-sugarfree hazelnut-latte in that really fast way that only Starbucks employees can understand. They completely understood me and shouted the double-tall-skimmed-sugarfee hazelnut-latte to the back and I got my coffee in a really speedy-starbucksy-American-coffee-shop kind of way. Im telling you, its like a new, albeit unusable, language.

2006-09-28T12:15:00.000-04:00

My universe got a little shake-up yesterday when my companion in life, the ibook, crashed completely unexpectedly. It made the rest of my day that little bit worse. It's in computer hospital now. I hate that Im such a sucker for technology. But then today I realized again why, when I came across some leaked material from the new Killers album, Sam's Town. It's damn good, Particularly like "When You Were Young". Listen here!

2006-09-26T11:32:00.000-04:00

Its funny how you forget stuff really easily, like when I forget the pincode to my Norwegian Visa card, or the really important meeting with the student newspaper, or paying bills, or my friends birthdays, its just so much easier than remebering stuff. Its like how I forgot how much I love going to gigs; goofy, small, indie, gigs with bearded men playing the triangle. I thank heaven for my luck of being reminded of that again last night when I went to see Architecture In Helsinki (above) at the Black Cat here in DC. Its this Australian collective with lots of people and instruments like bongo drums, trombone, guitars and cow bells and they were really really good! Check them out, and if you are in New York I think their next stop is there. the set was pretty experimental and new and some stuff didnt go down as well with me, but what was good was goood, mainly towards the end of the set was wicked. Im glad I draged my self out to 14th Street NW even though I sleped badly the night before because of the full moon (no Im not kidding it really affects me, test it yourself, its the moon, lots of people sleep badly when there is a full moon and its not some supersticious thing either, I asked over 10 people yesterday and 7 experianced sleeping problems night to Monday, How did you sleep? )

2006-09-25T00:05:00.000-04:00

On Fotball: On a lighter note than the one below; FC Becken-Bauer won its second indoor five-aside fotball game today, 10-8. The drama again was gripping, as we were only two girls playing (two girls have to be on the whole time) and I tore a muscle in my leg only 2 minutes into the game; we were all of the sudden 4-and-a-half players for the rest of the match. But the team certainly pulled together and manage to step up and win again, whilst I was hopping along in defense, twisting in agony ever time I touched the ball. I can now hardly walk but I hope it gets better tomorrow!

2006-09-24T23:50:00.000-04:00

On the Abortion Debate: Maybe its because I come from Scandinavia, or maybe its because I’ve been lucky to get liberal upbringing but I actually get terrified by the abortion debate in this country. It gives me chills down my back and it really scares the living daylight out of me. But I wont go into how women should be able to decide over their own body, nor about how the world have enough unwanted babies as it is or about how far a fertilized egg is from being a human being, and I won't even mention a womens's basic right to enjoy sex. Right now I'm just terrified by atrocious violent discourse that is common use in the pro-choice/pro-life debate.
I have been researching a paper on the recent developments on the South Dakota abortion ban (which only allows termination if the mother’s life is in danger, not in any other circumstances, not even if she’s raped or a victim of incest) and I came across this blog post that has been getting a lot of attention lately. Its written by a blogger called BB about her trying to get the morning-after-pill after her and her partner of several years used a faulty condom (they already have several children together but simply not the economy for one more).
She got mainly friendly support but the pro-life movement really came out to show off its best side with comments like these: (more here).
Michael: Logic would indicate that if you didn't want to get pregnant you shouldn't have been screwing. You have a CHOICE not to get fucked, right? You're sound as if you were raped. Sex doesn't happen on accident. You have no self control and now you have to have an abortion or a fourth child. Dumbass.
Dumb Bitch: What an obviously fabricated story, stupid bitch. Yes, it is George Bush's fault you are a slut and can't kill your baby, that's right, ok...
Anon: There's a really simple solution. If you don't want to get pregnant, don't have sex. It's that easy, Suck it up and act like a responsible adult, and the next time you have any sort of sexual intercourse, have the maturity to understand what you're doing.
Joe: Dirty whores like you are sickening.. deal with responsibility you abortion whore.

Is it just me; or does that scare you a little bit?

2006-09-22T21:31:00.000-04:00

Just had to post this sweet litte picture of me and danish Fabby out about town a couple of Fridays ago. V funny night, I think we ended up getting thrown out of the club for dancing to wildly, those Americans just dont do it the same way we do in Europe hey?!

2006-09-22T16:58:00.000-04:00

So the weekend is approaching in DC too, duly welcomed since the week has been incredibly stressful. (hence the lack of posts I appologise deeply). Anyway, before a longer post tomorrow with some intelectually challanging information (im sure, maybe on the Soviet Union this time) I'll leave you with a picture from my summer house in Västmanland, Sweden. Think it could bring calm and happiness to anyone, to me it brings a bit of homesickness. I hope DC nightlife and french parties will sweep that away in a couple of hours. Til then, Skål!

2006-09-17T21:30:00.001-04:00

You will all be pleased to know that FC Becken-Bauer has officially won it's first clash in the GWU intermurial soccer tournament (and I have never been this tired in my whole life)! We fought an incredibly close and though 5-aside indoor game that was in constant swing, the final result: 8-7. The last two mintues being particularly gripping as both teamed scored twice in the thriller that will go straight into the history books! Next game is in a week, we are expecting Mr Beckenbauer to show up this time.

2006-09-17T20:39:00.000-04:00

I don’t know whether to be happy or sad to see Bristol-born graffiti artist Banksy have made it big time. As an ex-East-Londoner his work is very close to my heart as it made my walk to work everyday like a stroll in a twisted solo exhibition, his things were so him that they stood out and all the rest faded. I loved his bigger works as the Old Street Bridge (above) and the magnificent and huge Pulp Fiction scene (with Jackson and Travolta holding bananas instead of guns) by the O S tube station, as well as the little rats and Guantanamo prisoners dotted all over the place. (Other great things!)
I have without a doubt seen much more of his works than Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie and Jude Law, who were all seen strolling around the opening of his three-day exhibition (“Barely Legal”) in a industrial warehouse in downtown LA last week. Mainstream press have not been far behind and he has reached the BBC and the Guardian (who have featured him before), but even more weird (or impressive) is that he is now discussed in the cultural section of the Swedish centre-right-wing newspaper Svenska Dagbladet! That is the paper my grandmother reads! Don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Anyway, at least he has not lost his beat as he exhibits a big and alive elephant that he has spray-painted pink!, with visitors were given the flyer stating “There's an elephant in the room. There's a problem we never talk about. The fact is that life isn't getting any fairer. 1.7 billion people have no access to clean drinking water. 20 billion people live below the poverty line. Every day hundreds of people are made to physically be sick by morons at art shows telling them how bad the world is but never actually doing something about it. Anybody want a free glass of wine?” Plus some pirating works on Paris Hilton’s CD that is also great (and done together with another personal favourite Dj Danger Mouse). Is he selling out? I'm not commenting, I still love him for Shorditch!

2006-09-15T10:44:00.000-04:00

Hola! Just posting two pictures from last weekend before this one gets off properly! mm.its Friday morning and I have not in long been waiting for the weekend this much, incredibly stressful week with work. Just some reading to do now and then freedom. Still have to write my first editorial piece on the Swedish general election by Monday. How is your weekend shaping up?

2006-09-12T15:54:00.000-04:00

I always come back from my Women in Western Civilization class inspired. What I found most interesting today is the difference between how we worship women, both in history and today, is so separate from what powers we dare to give them. To use an older example; the Statue of Liberty is, as the name suggests, a celebration of freedom and she is in fact a women. However, if she were a living person it would take her 34 years (from 1886 to 1920) for her to be able to vote in the very country she was meant to symbolize freedom for. Well actually, she was born in France so would have to wait nearly 50 years (or more than half her life, France gave women the vote in 1945).
Today maybe the examples are a little bit less statuary (excuse the pun) but lets say; when did you last see a movie with a plot including a beautiful woman? (Counting porn is voluntary), and how many films have you seen directed by a woman? In a typical museum, how many of the art works includes a naked woman? And how many art works is by a woman? When did you last have the ability to vote for a female politician? How many great women did you study in your history class beyond Queen Elizabeth and Jeanne D'arc compared to the Hitlers, Ceasars, Stalins, and Francos?
Well, I just find it interesting, correct me if I am wrong..

2006-09-10T13:10:00.000-04:00

I've had some wonderful news this morning, one of my oldest and closest friend is getting married! Her boyfriend proposed yesterday and they have already picked out the rings and everything. Congratulations Olivia! (sorry, I had no other picture on my new laptop that this ancient old one from our leavers-ball at Gordonstoun). She is officially the first out of my girls to grow up. Its making me feel very grown-up too, to have a friend who is getting married. It really got me thinking, we have been so busy with our own things that I havn't noticed we've have become adults. My best friend is working for the US congress, another for the House of Parliament. I just realise I am actually myself unconsiously pushing my life in the direction I want it to go. I am no longer aimlessly wondering around, don't think I have been for a long time, woho!

2006-09-08T19:52:00.000-04:00

Wow, I've had such an nice response to this blog. I got ichy fingers now and finding it hard not writing posts every half hour. Last night we threw a surprise party for Spanish-Fernando, and he was indeed very surprised, and very happy I think! I have never thrown a surprise party for anyone before, it was a lot of fun, it is now certainly on my things-to-do-more-often-list. Up there with reading George Orwell,talking about feminism and calling my mum.

Turns out the World Bank Soccer party was yesterday too so we went after the surprise thing, but not so surprisingly it was rather dry. All I can say is that being in DC is inspiring both day and night. For me, here politics have become touchable, its amazing! Walking past the American Red Cross, the IMF and the State Department (foreign office) every day have sharpened and focused me I think. I guess when studying politics in Leeds it feels like a science, being here I can see that its a profession, a living, and undoubtedly something I want to work with in the future. Its forcefully inspiring, but for the first time seeing the contour of what I want my career to look like is also awfully frightening. How am I going to get there? Am I good enough? Why would anyone ever want to give ME any responsibility? Thankfully DC so far is more inspiring than frightening. Phew!
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2006-09-08T19:46:00.000-04:00

Here is just a little photo of passing time with my room mate. Please notice how our decore looks like its taken out of a film set of a hotel horror flick from 1989!

2006-09-07T16:27:00.000-04:00

Things Ive learnt today:
In prehistoric times, as cave painting shows, women were worshiped, and had the central role in society. However, they did not dominate this society, rather, man and women lived in an equal partnership. Women were seen near magical becuase of their ability to create life and bleed for days without dying.

In my US - European Relations class I learnt that the French really just eat baguettes, give their children wine, smoke and protect their farmers. The Germans are busy not-being-Nazis and therefore not too useful either. The Brits did run an empire once but that ability has gone out of the window. Thankfully America is there to save us! Ok, sorry I will try not to be cynical, hand on heart I love America already but I did have to defend France when someone accused their actions regarding the Iraq war as driven by profits (from arms-trade and oil). Hmm..

Okey, enough! Its a beautiful day here, 25°C and we have busy weekend ahead with lots of great nights, I think Im invited to some World Bank party on Friday! I also have to write an essay on a time when I experienced sexism. Will let you know!

2006-09-07T00:29:00.000-04:00

I just wanted to push for my favourite website in the whole wide world. The card above is one of this weeks contributions to Postsecret, which is a beautiful community arts project where people can email their secrets on a postcard. they are posted online every Sunday and they often make me laugh out loud or cry and everything else in between. The link is under My Links!

And for those of you who live in DC there is going to be an Postsecret exhibition and talk at the George Mason University on the 6th of Oct at 6 p.m.

2006-08-31T14:00:00.000-04:00

Hola! The Ernesto Tropical Storm has been and gone. Ive choosen my courses, one in Women Studies of course. My roommates have moved in! End of privacy; but so Im relieved they seems tolerable, even enjoyable. We are going to live on top of each other in a small reconstructed hotel suite for a year. I think its going to be a really tough test for me.
Im going to have two people sleeping in my bedroom every day I wake up for a for a whole year! Feel like if I can live like this, I can survive a everything!

2006-08-30T20:46:00.001-04:00

Hey! Wow this is my first post, Tadah: it happened! Its a bit nerveracking, who is going to read this? How can I keep it interesting to everyone, from DC to London to Stockholm? I promise to try my hardest!
I always forget first impressions, both of people and places. You are so busy soaking up a everything whilst being bombarded with even more new stuff. Its tricky, but this time I decided to write this blog. Maybe it will organize the chaos!
First couple of days have been exciting and inspiring, but tiring. Walking down the street in my new home city can give me a smiley-smug feeling. But trying to buy pillows and bedding where no one uses a duvet cover can take three hours. Lost In Translation.
Besides all this the best thing has been all the fabulously great people I've met. The American students aren't here yet, but there is nothing like getting drunk with people with five different nationalities :) Lost In Translation Goes to the Pub.
My roommates have not moved in yet, we're sharing one bedroom between three of us! Im interested to see how I deal with having no personal space.
Out for dinner and a class of wine! (maybe a bottle).