Marianne - far far away

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

I'm fluent in Sarcasm



Apparently sarcasm is definedas: "A form of wit that is marked by the use of sarcastic language and is intended to make its victim the butt of contempt or ridicule." and "bitter humor designed to wound."

Oh but it can be somuch fun!

On facbook there's a group called: I'm fluent in Sarcasm... I'mnot sure weither I should join it or not! But I'm guessing that I'll fit in perfectly after reading those definitions! ;)



Sunday, August 26, 2007

The Law of Jante

It is weird how cultures are so different. I've been posting a lot of "how to be(come) a Swede"-posts lately and so I thought I should present you to The Law of Jante or Jante's Law. It was originally written in a novel by Aksel Sandemose (Norwegian). Unfortunately it does describe a bit of the Scandinavia mentality. Now you may think this is ironic but acting against these beliefs in Scandinavia would mean that you would not only stand out, but be freezed out.

§1 You shall not believe that you are somebody
§2 You shall not believe that you are as worthy as us
§3 You shall not believe that you are any wiser than us
§4 You shall not imagine that you are any better than us
§5 You shall not believe that you know anything more than us
§6 You shall not believe that you are any more than us
§7 You shall not believe that you are good at anything
§8 You shall not laugh at us
§9 You shall not believe that anyone cares about you
§10 You shall not believe that you can teach us anything

I'm beginning to wonder whether number 8 is a mistake =)


Friday, August 10, 2007

you know you're Swedish when...

- You go seriously sentimental when entering an IKEA store, outside the borders of Sweden.
- You secretly love the Eurovision Song Contest to pieces.
- You know at least 10 Abba songs by heart.
- You are prone to stand in line without complaining.
- When you don't really consider silence a problem in social situations.
- You consider the question "how are you?" as a question that when posed, needs to be answered with a honest and thorough explanation of your mental health.
- You take your shoes off when entering a house, and don't get why non-Swedes find that funny.

- You don't consider a congregation of trees being a "real" forrest unless it takes at least 20 minutes to drive through it.
- You use metric system and really don't get why there are people out there who don't.
- You can debate for hours the difference between the taste of the pink, the green and the white car in a pack of Ahlgrens bilar.
- You find the idea of wall to wall carpets in bathrooms and toilets simply appalling.
- You think you understand Danish.
- The Danish think you understand Danish.
- Ultimatley, when spoken, you don't really understand Danish.
- You have been accused of being from Switzerland. Repeatedly.
- You find it adorable when people from other countries get excited about a few milimetres of snow that only stays on the ground for a few hours.
- You have tried to translate a phone conversation from "Hassan".
- You innocently say F**K or S**T at completely inappropriate times when talking english.
- All English you ever learnt in Sweden came from American sitcoms.
- You think that Robert Gustavsson is the funniest man alive, period.

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Thursday, August 09, 2007

the cookie thief




A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops.
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be.
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."

With each cookie she took, he took one too,

When only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other,
She snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
The others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

by Valerie Cox
(from Chicken Soup for the Soul)

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a time for everything




There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.


Ecclesiastes 3

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