Blue Hawaiian
I am home in Indianapolis and not very pleased about it. There is 10 inches of light, fluffy snow on the ground and there is at least 3 more hours of daylight than in Denmark, but that’s it. Oh, and seeing my brother is also pretty nice.
My last few weeks overseas were kind of a blur. Denmark has the Jule Frokost (xmas lunch), which consists of a large, traditional Danish meal (different types of pickled herring, pâtes, duck, pork, potatoes, salad etc) with shots of snaps between every course and lots of beer and wine. One of them was at the børnehave and it was fantastic getting wasted with all my co-workers and the old ladies in the kitchen. Not only was it slightly odd getting wasted with my boss, a wonderfully plump lady, but it was also weird smoking spliffs on the playground after dinner with most of the other pedagogues (although not the kitchen ladies).
I ate some fungi with Ned and we had some awkward conversations with people. We hung around at Central Station and watched trains and tourists. We thought about think tanks, to which Ned had a brilliant insight (“Doesn’t the idea of a Think Tank seem startling?”). At some point we were outside the main Scientology headquarters in Copenhagen (although there are 3 storefronts within a 4 block radius) and we were watching Tom Cruise on a plasma screen through the window. It must have been shortly after the samurai movie cuz he had long hair and a stupid beard. He was giving a speech on the podium and behind him there was some fake word (like Academiology or Scholorshipitus) stretched out on a banner. Ned and I stood there for a few minutes making dumb jokes and then started to move on, when we were stopped by a Scientologist. He asked us what we were saying about Tom Cruise and I told him we thought he was a dufus (I actually called him a “goof”) and that he made stupid movies and was a patronizing asshole when he hosted the Nobel Peace Prize award ceremony. The scientologists couldn’t believe we would make fun Tom Cruise and we didn’t understand why you wouldn’t make fun of Tom Cruise. He asked us what we studied and I said psychology to be annoying (cuz scientology doesn’t believe in psychology). He asked if we were interested in studying “Human Relations” and I said yes because I thought that was a great line. He called his friend Zito over to do some one on ones with Ned and me, but by this point Ned was creeped out and we skedaddled.
I bit the bullet and went to Bo-fucking-Rics and got all my hair cut off. It was the amazing/disgusting mess of unwashed hair and my parents were getting annoying. That sounds pretty seventeen year-oldish, but it is even more adolescent to refuse to cut hair out of spite. I don't really care and it isn't like I owe my parents for funding much of my european vacation.
Xmas was pretty alright. I saw the Wes Andserson movie last night and ran into 7 different people I know, which was uncomfortable.
Santa brought me a new turntable, the complete Office dvd, two nice kimonos, two rice bowls and two pairs of nice chopsticks for me and Margaret, and my first thing of cologne (Coco Chanel, my favorite brand/logo).
I am going to Ohio today to visit Margaret, which is exciting. There is a possibility I might drive to New York (for the 3rd time this year) in the near future to take my brother to the airport, who is going to South Africa for a while. By ‘going’ I mean ‘banished.’
Alphabetical, personal notes:
Clinton: If I come to your town, can we have a slumber party with sleeping bags at soy cocoa?
Danny: So you are not come in Indianapolis at all? If this New York thing falls through, which is likely (My brother flies to there instead of me driving him.) I am coming to Toronto for sure.
Joanna: my digits are always the same. Lets go drinking legally on Tuesday, when I return.
J-sucka: see the entry filed under “Clinton.”
Matt: In due time, my friend.
I always feel like I am being pulled in different directions, but never opposite,
My last few weeks overseas were kind of a blur. Denmark has the Jule Frokost (xmas lunch), which consists of a large, traditional Danish meal (different types of pickled herring, pâtes, duck, pork, potatoes, salad etc) with shots of snaps between every course and lots of beer and wine. One of them was at the børnehave and it was fantastic getting wasted with all my co-workers and the old ladies in the kitchen. Not only was it slightly odd getting wasted with my boss, a wonderfully plump lady, but it was also weird smoking spliffs on the playground after dinner with most of the other pedagogues (although not the kitchen ladies).
I ate some fungi with Ned and we had some awkward conversations with people. We hung around at Central Station and watched trains and tourists. We thought about think tanks, to which Ned had a brilliant insight (“Doesn’t the idea of a Think Tank seem startling?”). At some point we were outside the main Scientology headquarters in Copenhagen (although there are 3 storefronts within a 4 block radius) and we were watching Tom Cruise on a plasma screen through the window. It must have been shortly after the samurai movie cuz he had long hair and a stupid beard. He was giving a speech on the podium and behind him there was some fake word (like Academiology or Scholorshipitus) stretched out on a banner. Ned and I stood there for a few minutes making dumb jokes and then started to move on, when we were stopped by a Scientologist. He asked us what we were saying about Tom Cruise and I told him we thought he was a dufus (I actually called him a “goof”) and that he made stupid movies and was a patronizing asshole when he hosted the Nobel Peace Prize award ceremony. The scientologists couldn’t believe we would make fun Tom Cruise and we didn’t understand why you wouldn’t make fun of Tom Cruise. He asked us what we studied and I said psychology to be annoying (cuz scientology doesn’t believe in psychology). He asked if we were interested in studying “Human Relations” and I said yes because I thought that was a great line. He called his friend Zito over to do some one on ones with Ned and me, but by this point Ned was creeped out and we skedaddled.
I bit the bullet and went to Bo-fucking-Rics and got all my hair cut off. It was the amazing/disgusting mess of unwashed hair and my parents were getting annoying. That sounds pretty seventeen year-oldish, but it is even more adolescent to refuse to cut hair out of spite. I don't really care and it isn't like I owe my parents for funding much of my european vacation.
Xmas was pretty alright. I saw the Wes Andserson movie last night and ran into 7 different people I know, which was uncomfortable.
Santa brought me a new turntable, the complete Office dvd, two nice kimonos, two rice bowls and two pairs of nice chopsticks for me and Margaret, and my first thing of cologne (Coco Chanel, my favorite brand/logo).
I am going to Ohio today to visit Margaret, which is exciting. There is a possibility I might drive to New York (for the 3rd time this year) in the near future to take my brother to the airport, who is going to South Africa for a while. By ‘going’ I mean ‘banished.’
Alphabetical, personal notes:
Clinton: If I come to your town, can we have a slumber party with sleeping bags at soy cocoa?
Danny: So you are not come in Indianapolis at all? If this New York thing falls through, which is likely (My brother flies to there instead of me driving him.) I am coming to Toronto for sure.
Joanna: my digits are always the same. Lets go drinking legally on Tuesday, when I return.
J-sucka: see the entry filed under “Clinton.”
Matt: In due time, my friend.
I always feel like I am being pulled in different directions, but never opposite,