I realize that it's been awfully quiet on the blog since I packed up my apartment in Fremont and shipped myself and my things back to Sweden. Now that I'm here, I've had some time to reflect on my time in the United States (and elsewhere). Lots of great memories, of course! One of the many things that amused me during my self-imposed expatriation was the Americans' enthusiastic use of diacritical marks—umlauts, mainly—in places where one would not necessarily expect them. I started ”collecting” these little oddities early on, thinking that it could be fun to eventually share them.
Ladies and gentlemen, I believe the time has come—but first, a small disclaimer: this post might not make much sense to the non-Swedes. On the other hand, perhaps there is something to be learned? (Nah, not likely.)
The first example, which most people probably know about already, is the snack bars by the brand Lärabar—simply pronounced ”lara bar” by the locals. The same producer has another line of fruit/nut bars with the double-dotted name über. Why not just call them ”snäck bärs” while you're at it?
Evidence of further umlauting is often found in the candy isle...
...and, to my surprise, also among the wines. How about a fine bottle of aged Pölka dot with that Seitan Roulade with Chestnut-Champignon Stuffing?
Another family of goods with a strong preference for extra dots and dashes are hair and body care products. Just look at this collection of items, found at the local pharmacy:
The more diacritics, the less dandruff? More dots, less frizz? Göt 2b kinkier—now that's a winning name.
After applying that first-class Jāsön shampoo, perhaps you need a fashionable scrunchy to complete the look? Hmm, let's see... Wait, here's one!
Ah, there we go. Next, a collection of random items that made me giggle over the years:
A soft neck pillow from Clöudz:
A cozy candle from Cløve:
Bling stickers (limited edition!) from Colorbök:
If it's metal it's gotta have umlauts— I found Camöuflage in Canada.
Perhaps some power vinyasa after that? The folks at häutēyoga seem to know what they're doing.
Music maestro Buzz Brümp knows how to attract a keen audience to Tractor Tavern.
Another Canadian gem: Blue Ångel.
North America isn't the only place for misplaced dots; in Costa Rica, kölbi is the biggest and oldest network provider. Vamös juntos!
Finally, a colorful mural from my old hoods. I'm not 100% sure that it's actually a misplaced umlaut, but I kind of like the idea that it's saying LAMA G's Cäfe.
Ådiōs, fölks!
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Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Sparks and flares
In general, I'm not very impressed by fireworks. However, I have to say that yesterday's 4th of July show over Lake Union was quite dazzling—figuratively and literally.
A magical evening; the shores were full of happy people, the lake packed with boats. The air was warm and spirits high. My heart filled to the brim with anticipation. Oh, these are exciting times...!
A magical evening; the shores were full of happy people, the lake packed with boats. The air was warm and spirits high. My heart filled to the brim with anticipation. Oh, these are exciting times...!
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Oh no she didn't
...yes she did. Fremont Solstice Cyclists Ride: another check mark on my bucket list.
Really, you're not a true Seattleite until you've partaken in the ”naked bike ride” during the Fremont Solstice Fair. From now on, I qualify.
The birthday suit was enhanced by an A Midsummer Night's Dream-inspired ensemble, a ridiculously small nude-colored thong, and some strategically applied painted green vines. And a bike, naturally. Without the bike, it would've just been super weird—right?
Happy solstice everyone!
PS. Fremont—I love, love, love you.
Really, you're not a true Seattleite until you've partaken in the ”naked bike ride” during the Fremont Solstice Fair. From now on, I qualify.
The birthday suit was enhanced by an A Midsummer Night's Dream-inspired ensemble, a ridiculously small nude-colored thong, and some strategically applied painted green vines. And a bike, naturally. Without the bike, it would've just been super weird—right?
Happy solstice everyone!
PS. Fremont—I love, love, love you.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Fika like a Swede
I couldn't help but smile a little when I saw that Seattle Times recommended a book about Swedish fika traditions today, Fika: The Art of the Swedish Coffee Break by Anna Brones and Johanna Kindvall. Apparently, Brones will come to The Book Larder in Fremont (!) to talk about the book over coffee and sweets next week—I might just have to go.
Read the comment here: The pleasure of Swedish coffee custom.
Read the comment here: The pleasure of Swedish coffee custom.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Yes, of course it hurts
The other day, mum suggested that I should combat my sullenness by capturing whatever evidence of spring I could find in my surroundings. With camera in hand, I thus went out last weekend in search of buds, flowers and leafy shoots.
My conclusion? Spring is coming.
Not long now... The Swedish poet Karin Boye knew what she was talking about: Yes, of course it hurts (Ja visst gör det ont, translated by David McDuff).
My conclusion? Spring is coming.
Not long now... The Swedish poet Karin Boye knew what she was talking about: Yes, of course it hurts (Ja visst gör det ont, translated by David McDuff).
... Then, when things are worst and nothing helpsHang in there, everyone!
the tree’s buds break as in rejoicing, ...
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Happy VD*!
Apparently, Valentine's Day opens up an endless source of wit and inventiveness among sign makers in my neighborhood, as illustrated by this small sampling from my strolls today.
I abstained from both vodka and awkward blind dates but got some pretty tulips to add some color to my quarters.
In addition, I lovingly treated myself to a Big Daddy marshmallow from Theo; graham cracker crust, vanilla-infused caramel and a "fluffy marshmallow cloud" on top, covered in dark chocolate. Not too shabby.
Then what? Tears, and lots of them. Not from general blues this time, but triggered by The Imitation Game (recommended). In the darkness no one can see you cry, but they sure can hear you sniff and snivel... Somehow, it seemed like an appropriate ending to this Valentine's Day.
*Pun intended
In addition, I lovingly treated myself to a Big Daddy marshmallow from Theo; graham cracker crust, vanilla-infused caramel and a "fluffy marshmallow cloud" on top, covered in dark chocolate. Not too shabby.
Then what? Tears, and lots of them. Not from general blues this time, but triggered by The Imitation Game (recommended). In the darkness no one can see you cry, but they sure can hear you sniff and snivel... Somehow, it seemed like an appropriate ending to this Valentine's Day.
*Pun intended
Monday, February 2, 2015
The morning after the night before
I don't know what to say, except that Super Bowl XLIX ended in a very unfortunate and unforseen way, from the Seahawks fans' perspective. The overall feeling is described pretty accurately by this photo that I snapped on my way to work:
Deflated, to say the least.
Still, you don't hear a lot of angry voices; people in general seem to be blue, more than anything. For instance, the Seattle Times tweeted the following this morning:
Oh, this sweet, sweet city of mine... Together, we'll get over this heartbreak! And I must add that although the ending was a kick in the guts, my friends and I had a blast at 9 Mill. The game was a nail-biter from start to finish; just the way I like 'em.
And we'll be back next year, wiser from the experience... Go Hawks!
Deflated, to say the least.
Still, you don't hear a lot of angry voices; people in general seem to be blue, more than anything. For instance, the Seattle Times tweeted the following this morning:
No arrests, no major problems in Seattle after the #Seahawks lost the Super Bowl. "We're all sad," officer explained: http://t.co/GPu3J3dsLG
— The Seattle Times (@seattletimes) February 2, 2015
Oh, this sweet, sweet city of mine... Together, we'll get over this heartbreak! And I must add that although the ending was a kick in the guts, my friends and I had a blast at 9 Mill. The game was a nail-biter from start to finish; just the way I like 'em.
And we'll be back next year, wiser from the experience... Go Hawks!
Sunday, January 25, 2015
A taste of spring
In Seattle, we've got this (apparently):
The Sunday market in Fremont was pretty packed with people strolling in the sunlight.
Hard to believe I took this wintry selfie Wednesday morning...
...when I was sweating away in my spring jacket today. (It had to go, obviously.)
If this is January, then I like January.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
The miracle at CenturyLink Field
Seriously, there is no explaining that game.
It should've been impossible; Seahawks were playing so utterly bad for three quarters, with endless fumbles, false starts and bad calls. But somehow - somehow - they stepped up in the last trembling minutes and changed 19-7 for the Packers, with little more than two (!) minutes left to play, to 19-14, then 19-22. Yes, they scored two touchdowns in 44 seconds.
9 Mill, the bar next door where I was watching the game with newfound friends from last week, pretty much exploded. Like, yeah.
Still, it wasn't over; Packers kicked a field goal, made it to 22-22 and overtime. We were having multiple strokes all around, but there was no stopping the Hawks at that point; they scored a 35-yard touchdown on the first drive in overtime, effectively killing the game with 28 points against Green Bay's 22.
I just... I don't... There's no... Wow.
15 seconds into this clip you can see me being just a wee bit excited. (Just a tad.)
Although I can truthfully say that I never lost hope completely, I can't quite believe the way they miraculously turned that game around, securing the conference championship and a place in Super Bowl XLIX, Febuary 1st. Whatever happens then, they've already won everything as far as I'm concerned.
Well done, boys. Well done!
It should've been impossible; Seahawks were playing so utterly bad for three quarters, with endless fumbles, false starts and bad calls. But somehow - somehow - they stepped up in the last trembling minutes and changed 19-7 for the Packers, with little more than two (!) minutes left to play, to 19-14, then 19-22. Yes, they scored two touchdowns in 44 seconds.
9 Mill, the bar next door where I was watching the game with newfound friends from last week, pretty much exploded. Like, yeah.
Still, it wasn't over; Packers kicked a field goal, made it to 22-22 and overtime. We were having multiple strokes all around, but there was no stopping the Hawks at that point; they scored a 35-yard touchdown on the first drive in overtime, effectively killing the game with 28 points against Green Bay's 22.
I just... I don't... There's no... Wow.
15 seconds into this clip you can see me being just a wee bit excited. (Just a tad.)
Although I can truthfully say that I never lost hope completely, I can't quite believe the way they miraculously turned that game around, securing the conference championship and a place in Super Bowl XLIX, Febuary 1st. Whatever happens then, they've already won everything as far as I'm concerned.
Well done, boys. Well done!
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good night
I'm off! Take care, lil' Fremont. Have a happy holiday and I'll see you in a couple of weeks.
Sweden, brace yourself.
Sweden, brace yourself.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Bittersweet memories and an American classic
The past week was... interesting. It's Sunday evening and I'm completely exhausted, physically as well as emotionally. High highs and low lows; I've had some amazingly good times and fun encounters, but they've been mixed with severe anxiousness, frantic frustration and plain ol' sadness.
Yeah. This lady is singin' the blues.
That being said, Friday was one of the most magical nights out I've had in this city (and that says a lot), although technically it was a farewell party. Without going into detail, there are certain memories that will be kept deep inside my heart for a long time to come; equal parts thorn and feather.
Saturday was spent recuperating at the Frayos, drinking glögg, decorating their tree, eating freshly made Christmas cookies, sipping on wine, nomming down dinner, watching Elf and snuggling with Cian.
One of the highlights was getting a very special Christmas present. I've started working on a bucket list with things I want to do, see and experience before I eventually leave this part of the world; even though it breaks my heart just thinking about saying goodbye to Seattle, I've got to be rational and make sure that I'm not missing out on unique experiences by being in denial. Therefore, the list includes activities ranging from seemingly trivial endeavors to more adventurous enterprises. The gift from the Frayos might perhaps land in the former category rather than the latter, but it doesn't make it less precious.
On my list was: eat a Twinkie. This super processed, nutritionally horrendous sponge cake with "creamy filling" is an American classic; an "an icon of junk-food snacks and guilty pleasures", and I had not yet had one. So, Shani made sure that I could cross that item off the list.
How it was? Well. Pretty terrible, I have to admit. Nonetheless, "Eat a Twinkie": check! (In case you were wondering, Shani's sweet cookies were several orders of magnitude better.)
Sunday started with work from 7 to 11, but things improved radically after that. Most importantly, Seahawks kicked some Californian butts, knocking the 49ers out of the playoffs. (Hah!) Had a fun time at 9 Mill watching the game, making friends and enjoying the overall holiday pleasantness.
Monday and Tuesday will be a ticking clock, counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until I get my behind in the airplane seat and head eastwards. I have a ton of things to wrap up at work (and at home) before I go, however, so there will be no downtime to talk of.
Better that way, says Melancholy Molly.
Yeah. This lady is singin' the blues.
That being said, Friday was one of the most magical nights out I've had in this city (and that says a lot), although technically it was a farewell party. Without going into detail, there are certain memories that will be kept deep inside my heart for a long time to come; equal parts thorn and feather.
Saturday was spent recuperating at the Frayos, drinking glögg, decorating their tree, eating freshly made Christmas cookies, sipping on wine, nomming down dinner, watching Elf and snuggling with Cian.
One of the highlights was getting a very special Christmas present. I've started working on a bucket list with things I want to do, see and experience before I eventually leave this part of the world; even though it breaks my heart just thinking about saying goodbye to Seattle, I've got to be rational and make sure that I'm not missing out on unique experiences by being in denial. Therefore, the list includes activities ranging from seemingly trivial endeavors to more adventurous enterprises. The gift from the Frayos might perhaps land in the former category rather than the latter, but it doesn't make it less precious.
On my list was: eat a Twinkie. This super processed, nutritionally horrendous sponge cake with "creamy filling" is an American classic; an "an icon of junk-food snacks and guilty pleasures", and I had not yet had one. So, Shani made sure that I could cross that item off the list.
How it was? Well. Pretty terrible, I have to admit. Nonetheless, "Eat a Twinkie": check! (In case you were wondering, Shani's sweet cookies were several orders of magnitude better.)
Sunday started with work from 7 to 11, but things improved radically after that. Most importantly, Seahawks kicked some Californian butts, knocking the 49ers out of the playoffs. (Hah!) Had a fun time at 9 Mill watching the game, making friends and enjoying the overall holiday pleasantness.
Monday and Tuesday will be a ticking clock, counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until I get my behind in the airplane seat and head eastwards. I have a ton of things to wrap up at work (and at home) before I go, however, so there will be no downtime to talk of.
Better that way, says Melancholy Molly.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
A Festivus for the rest of us
Here's a post that probably won't make much sense except for the Seinfeld nerds out there, unless you do some research. Ever heard of Festivus? If not, read up.
...done? Great.
Life in Fremont is the source of constant amusement, and I was honestly not the least bit surprised when I started seeing posters about Fremot Festivus taking place on December 5th. Somehow, I had managed to miss this tradition in 2012 and 2013, but luckily not this year. Besides the customary Festivus practices, the celebrations also included the annual Lenin lighting; or, as the organizers so nicely put it, a chance to "Celebrate the start of the Fremont holiday shopping season by helping light up a bronze statue of a dead dictator!" Eh, count me in.
The hour-long festivities included everything you would expect, such as Airing of Grievances, Feats of Strength (at least, a version of it) and a proper Festivus pole.
In addition, the celebrations included some things you might not expect, such as representation from the city in the form of Miss Seattle. Yes, seriously. (The one with the tiara, to the left.)
Shani and I decided to make this event into a proper girls' night out, and after the decorated dictator was lit up we spent the evening going from place to place, happily shopping, eating and drinking; basically enjoying everything that makes Fremont such a gem.
The rest of the weekend was equally lovely; on Saturday Amanda and I met up at the University Village outdoor mall for a Christmassy breakfast/shopping date, which turned out to be not only super fun but also super efficient. Sunday meant football at Eastlake Bar & Grill (go Hawks!), after finishing a few things at work and then crossing off the last items on my Christmas list. Finally, as I'm writing this, a batch of just-made glögg is cooling on the stove behind my back; one bottle will be brought to work on Wednesday, and the other to the Frayos next weekend. Good times they are a-comin'.
Happy second Advent, from me and Vladimir!
...done? Great.
Life in Fremont is the source of constant amusement, and I was honestly not the least bit surprised when I started seeing posters about Fremot Festivus taking place on December 5th. Somehow, I had managed to miss this tradition in 2012 and 2013, but luckily not this year. Besides the customary Festivus practices, the celebrations also included the annual Lenin lighting; or, as the organizers so nicely put it, a chance to "Celebrate the start of the Fremont holiday shopping season by helping light up a bronze statue of a dead dictator!" Eh, count me in.
The hour-long festivities included everything you would expect, such as Airing of Grievances, Feats of Strength (at least, a version of it) and a proper Festivus pole.
In addition, the celebrations included some things you might not expect, such as representation from the city in the form of Miss Seattle. Yes, seriously. (The one with the tiara, to the left.)
Shani and I decided to make this event into a proper girls' night out, and after the decorated dictator was lit up we spent the evening going from place to place, happily shopping, eating and drinking; basically enjoying everything that makes Fremont such a gem.
The rest of the weekend was equally lovely; on Saturday Amanda and I met up at the University Village outdoor mall for a Christmassy breakfast/shopping date, which turned out to be not only super fun but also super efficient. Sunday meant football at Eastlake Bar & Grill (go Hawks!), after finishing a few things at work and then crossing off the last items on my Christmas list. Finally, as I'm writing this, a batch of just-made glögg is cooling on the stove behind my back; one bottle will be brought to work on Wednesday, and the other to the Frayos next weekend. Good times they are a-comin'.
Happy second Advent, from me and Vladimir!
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
In flames
At about 1:30 pm today I received two emails from friends who saw a great pillar of smoke rising up from Fremont, asking if I knew about the fire and if it was close to my place. One of them sent a photo taken from the 4th floor of the Hutch. An ominous view, to say the least.
After a quick check with the local news I realized that yes, the blazing mayhem was in fact taking place in a factory building very close to my place. I called my landlord who hadn't heard about the matter but promised to check things out and get back to me with info. As the Seattle Times updated their reports I realized that the fire wasn't just very close, it was very very close. Close as in half a block away from my house. Yikes!
Luckily, the 100-ish firefighters who battled the flames managed to gain control of the situation a couple of hours later, and as far as I know no one was hurt. When I got home from work the street outside my building was closed in all directions and Seattle City Light had cut the power to the entire block as a precautionary measure.
I went out for a run and when I came back the power outage was still ongoing, so I lit the few candles I had and prepared myself for an evening in the dark. Imagine my relief when the fridge suddenly started buzzing as I was halfway through my stretching routine. No cold water-showering in a pitch black bathroom! Whew.
All's well that ends well, and thank God, it wasn't the chocolate factory... Now that would've been a real tragedy.
After a quick check with the local news I realized that yes, the blazing mayhem was in fact taking place in a factory building very close to my place. I called my landlord who hadn't heard about the matter but promised to check things out and get back to me with info. As the Seattle Times updated their reports I realized that the fire wasn't just very close, it was very very close. Close as in half a block away from my house. Yikes!
Luckily, the 100-ish firefighters who battled the flames managed to gain control of the situation a couple of hours later, and as far as I know no one was hurt. When I got home from work the street outside my building was closed in all directions and Seattle City Light had cut the power to the entire block as a precautionary measure.
I went out for a run and when I came back the power outage was still ongoing, so I lit the few candles I had and prepared myself for an evening in the dark. Imagine my relief when the fridge suddenly started buzzing as I was halfway through my stretching routine. No cold water-showering in a pitch black bathroom! Whew.
All's well that ends well, and thank God, it wasn't the chocolate factory... Now that would've been a real tragedy.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Ice ice Kerstin
Just to tease Kerstin: yeah, we went to Molly Moon's... Ralph suffered a sundae-induced sugar overdose, but I was in heaven.
The fav spot is still Sirena Gelato in Fremont, though. Their gelato is unbelievably flavorful and creamy, without being overly sweet.
Go there. Die happy.
The fav spot is still Sirena Gelato in Fremont, though. Their gelato is unbelievably flavorful and creamy, without being overly sweet.
Go there. Die happy.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Summer fun and a new hangout
Patrik and I had a great time during his visit, watching World Cup soccer, going to the movies, running, eating lots ice cream/gelato/frozen custard, celebrating 4th of July, nomming on great food, shopping, exploring Capitol Hill and Ballard, playing boardgames, watching boats go by and just generally chitchatting about everything and nothing. A really, really fun week!
Patrik, David and Amelia rockin' the red, white and blue for 4th of July.
Ice cream! One of the many frozen treats this week.
Browsing in the blazing sun at Fremont Sunday Market. Too hot for shopping, though.
As I'm writing this I'm sitting at Yellow Dot Cafe in Fremont, watching the Brazil-Netherlands bronze game. This place has become a favorite during the World Cup, offering not only comfy seats, friendly staff/clientele and good coffee, but also a fabulous big screen tv on which I have watched seemingly countless games by now. Ok, I can probably count to <10 but you get the picture; in less than a month I've become a regular here, and I like it. However, there are many lovely cafés in the area so I'll probably branch out more again after the WC ends tomorrow. But first I have the exciting final between Germany (yaay!) and Argentina (booo!) to look forward to; a game I will watch with excellent long-distance company back in Sweden. I owe my friend Gäddan a lot for keeping me company through WhatsApp and providing live updates when I've been unable to watch games because of work or other colliding engagements. Thank you ever so much, Gäddan! It wouldn't have been the same without you.
Ahead of me now are a couple of more low-key weeks, until the end of July/beginning of August when I get two back-to-back visits from Swedish comrades. But first, a little bit of work perhaps?
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Bunnies and boating
I myself kept it low key, spending Saturday running errands and cleaning my apartment before eventually curling up in my armchair with season one of The Walking Dead on DVD and a reasonable amount of Easter candy. Nice and quiet, albeit perhaps not the most exhilarating.
Easter Day offered more excitement as I got to visit one of Lake Union's amazing houseboats (finally!) and then cruise the lake and Lake Washington Ship Canal in a turquoise little vessel, accompanied by the lovely naiad Lia. A wonderful Sunday afternoon and evening.
Bye! (Hey bunnies, cheer up.)
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