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monster — December, 2008 |
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C said “This is a monster that me and Gustav and mama are going to drive in. It shoots green suns and has crushy feet. If it jumps and lands again the ground gets exploded.”
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Perforated Pipe — Dec 12, 2008 at 4:33 pm |
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Found in Linköping, Sweden.
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Trip Home — December 13, 2008 |
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I had a business trip in Sweden, took the train back to Oslo.
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Weird Scandinavian Christmas Decorations, Part 3 — Dec 13, 2008 at 9:09 am |
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This is not a good example of the ubiquitous Christmas Menorah, but they are extremely common. (In related news, there’s a total of maybe four Jews in all of Norway.) Much like Jewish menorahs, the Scandinavian ones range from the very traditional menorah-shaped, to the more modern (like these).
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Weird Scandinavian Christmas Decorations, Part 1 — Dec 13, 2008 at 9:12 am |
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I could have written about this 3 years ago, but somehow am just getting around to it. Norwegians (and in this case, Swedes) have the weirdest Christmas Decorations! Take this one: inverted star. You see them all over. To my eyes, this is not a Christmas star. It’s Satanic.
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060 — Dec 13, 2008 at 9:35 am |
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At the train station in Katrineholm, I think.
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Early Train — Dec 14, 2008 at 7:37 am |
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Yesterday morning. Rolled out of bed. Stumbled across the street to the train station. Found a banana along the way. Wanted to catch the early train, get home, spend what was left of the weekend with my family. I was a bit early, so I sat down. Icy outside; foggy inside (my head). I didn’t even realize I was looking at her, sitting across the station, until I noticed that she was looking at me. It took me a few seconds more to register how odd it was that she didn’t look away, like most people would have. A few seconds… in which I didn’t look away, either. And by the time I noticed that she was just beginning to smile, I realized that so was I. Absentmindedly, I moved to take a bite of the remaining third of my banana. It was only then that I saw that she was also two-thirds of the way through a banana, and taking a bite. At that point it had been maybe 20 or 30 sleepy seconds, grinning strangers staring at each other, holding mostly-eaten bananas to our faces. I guess in that situation my default response is to give kind of a banana-cheers. Hers, too. We laughed. Then I finished my banana, climbed on the train, and slept halfway to Oslo.
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