Copenhagen

I appreciate the concern Richard! But now I am here, and I am back and I have bought a new pair of shoes! Unfortunately I do not have a picture of the freshly aquired deliciously-licious shoes (which by the way is my shoe pair # 28), but I do have a lot of other pictures, just like I bought other things, besides shoes.


Bask in the danish-ness of my photos, lindsay - here's some flashing photos from Copenhagen:

Tivoli, at night.

White, lit tree.

hot chocolate.

Golden, lit tree.

Créme Brulée at "Peder Oxe's"

Streets of Copenhagen at night.

Gates of Tivoli

Streets of Tivoli.

Chinese Quarters, Tivoli.

lit, lovely lake, Tivoli.

Christmastree, Tivoli.

Bubble-lamps, Tivoli.

Succulent, delicious at "Peder Oxe's"

Redcurrant jelly at "Peder Oxe's"

Strawberry Colada.

There are more where those came from, you might catch them later!

December 13th

Is the day of St. Lucia. A day which all young Norwegian girls tremble, curl and uncurl in the lust of being that years "Lucia". She will wear a crown with candlelights and walk at the very beginning of a parade. Every school and kindergarten with a sensible amount of self-respect will have one.

Problem is, it is always her, you know her, the silent, uninteresting girl, with all the features of a good-looking young child, but with all the attributes of somebody boring; that ends up becoming the Lucia. It's got to do with the hair, she's got long, straight, blonde hair. God knows who decided that the Lucia has to have long, sleek, silky, blonde hair. Probably the mother of a child with such a crown of golden locks, I tell you, probably that. Of course having stumps of mousy-brown hair will not seem as attractive as having long, blonde hair, but, inevitably, chicks with mousy-brown hair tend to be more interesting than the silent, boring ones.

I guess though, that the amount of interest given to the Lucia, will be because of her looks, and not because of what a fantastically creative and fun girl she is. It is not the inside that counts, because people will not be able to see what she is like on the inside, unless they get to talk to her.

It is through Lucia, Norwegian girls are challenged first with the lust for good-looks -not necessarily for good-looking men-, but for their own look to be good. And it is also a revealing chapter behind the creation of blonde-jokes. There is a lot of hate going on because of this shallow selection of a "chosen one". It's not like blondes will be hated forever, but for a good while they will be both adored and loathed, which is often the price beautiful people have to pay for their appearance.

The Lucia might find her lunch to be eaten, or her coat to have been put in the toilet, there is no end to the wickedness of the jealous young girls around her, because young girls know, they all know so very well;

If you can't beat them - try again.

And they do.

ze labels!

Well, I suddenly found another feature assosiated with google-blogging which I can enjoy. Well, it's got to do with labels, still. But it's actually quite amusing, to the bottom right you should be able to see all the different labels under which I'm posting, sorted with the most frequent on top.

I'm also moving the poll from the sidebar and into this post (if you've even noticed a poll) because it's making such a mess on the right here.

yesyes.

Blog-readers reader-frequency Viking-survey:

Christmas Cakes

In Norway, it was common for a good housewife to bake "Seven kinds" (sju slag), meaning seven different kinds of Christmas cakes. If not, you'd have the choice between twelve or twenty. So, either seven, twelve, twenty or nothing. Few do that nowadays, but if you still feel up to it, at least here's seven suggestions:

Krumkaker

Fattigmann

Kokosmakroner

Sirupsnipper

Pepperkaker

Goro

Serinakaker

Enjoy!

Pingu

I've tried!

But the new google-blogging it denying me to get my drawn header up, it's refusing to admit that I ever had one up there - ever. And it will not let me go back to the original kind of blogging.
I do like these labels and all the structures, the haste, ease and elegance of the new google-way of blogging, but I wish it would not be so incredibly stubborn all the time.

In other news, I've hid my conditioner because my sister is coming home (it's a Bumble & Bumble Thickening Hair Conditioner) and now I don't seem to find it! Well, I guess since I can't, neither can she. So it's all good really, as long as I can retrieve it when xmas is over, something which is quite unlikely - but at least she will not have put her grubby hands on it!

When helping a man out at work, he was buying knives, he asked me a question about the box-set, and I make a thinking-expression - naturally. And he laughed at me! I do know that my facial-expressions can be amusing, but he laughed! I could answer the question of course. yes yes.

Today I'm going to go visit my grandmother at the hospital, I made her a nice card.