newsflash newsflash

New study says Americans don't understand others.

link from manuel

Click on this link, and then on 'videos' to see a preview of a show on The Game Show Network called 'Without Prejudice?'.

I don't know what to say. Watch it.

eating

upside down

rien de rien

We went to see the film about Edith Piaf that in the US is titled La Vie En Rose. I kind of liked it. Dan not so much, though. I liked it because I like the music, and also because, honestly, at this point, I pretty much like anything that is European. I like seeing houses that feel familiar and people who are not American and clothes that are not American. I don't mean that to be offensive in any way, it's just how I feel.

To me, much of American style is still alien. I know technically speaking I am the alien... but when it comes to clothes, and design in general, I am stubborn. I'll gather my thoughts and come back to the topic of clothes, actually. Meanwhile, back to The Satorialist.

never again will I walk outside with no shoes on

I stepped on a bee today. He looked pretty dead but I guess he mustered his last bit strength to defend himself when trampled on.

It hurt like hell.

So then I yelled for Dan to get me the tweezers super fast and then I pulled the stinger out. It was tiny. Then I put the foot on a bag of frozen peas and googled bee sting cures.

Whatever you do, according to the article, don't put raw onion on it.

Ice helped. Foot is pretty much back to normal.

12 years, 0 months, 0 days

Twelve years in the US, today.
I am watching American History X.
And I just had some ice cream.

homicide life on the street is so much better

I managed to catch an episode of The Little House on the Prairie. I haven't seen one of those in years. Decades. I remember liking the series a lot, though.

So there I was, catching the end of an adventure. And it didn't take me long to figure out what was going to happen. The kids were about to be found out, Mr. Ingalls would first be mad, then see their point. Knowing that their hearts were in the right place, he would turn around and help them, defend them even against less understanding adults. And then they would all come out victorious in whatever dilemma they were about to solve.

The moral of the story would be that if your heart is in the right place, it's OK to bend the rules sometimes. And if your heart is in the right place, other people will recognize your moral superiority, and allow you to bend those same rules.

I really wonder if this is a good lesson for kids to learn. I mean, it's an awful lot of trust to put in the world. I did recognize the warm fuzzies that come with Mr. Ingalls saving the day. But just because it feels good doesn't mean it's right, right?

the way we get by

Watch this.

get ga ga ga ga ga

Spoon has a new album out.

this is a very cool blog

If you are interested in fashion, and everyday people with a sense of style: The Sartorialist.

this is very cool

Waltz for Debby, Monica Zetterlund and Bill Evans' Trio.

One of my favorite songs, but I never saw this before. Love that youtube.

no joke

It's not so much that Dan and I work at home, it's more like we live at the office.

on the commentary on sicko

This is worth reading.

the cutest kid was my student

It's him in the yellow shirt and blue jeans.
And yes he sent me the link himself.

o7-o7-o7 if you like that kind of thing.

I am for the first time attempting to translate fiction from English to Swedish. It's fun. The process brings you into the text in a way I wasn't prepared for, but I like it. A lot, actually.

To be perfectly honest, what I feel is that I discover what the author was really saying. As if the real meaning lies hidden beneath the English. Of course I know that isn't so. But it is what it feels like, and it is weird.

The picture has nothing to do with it. It's the top of a south San Jose parking structure. The mountains are at a distance. Straight down is Target and Macy's and everything else.

the hibiscus again

So I wondered if this is what you use for making tea. So I googled, and learned that it is not. There is another plant. I also learned that when the tea is hot, it's hibiscus tea. When it is cold, it's called aqua de jamaica.

In Trinidad and Tobago there is a brewing company that mixes the tea with beer into a shandy. [Insert your own joke about the British here.] (And by that I mean something about the Empire, cricket, and stiff upper lips during heat waves in the colonies. And I guess that's where the shandy comes in.)

papegoja

hibiscus

4th of july. cure your tummy ache with coke.