The Great Partly-White North

I’m writing this in the kitchen of the northern-most Swedish family in the world, looking over the world’s northern-most concrete plant, with my back towards the northern-most hospital in the world. I believe that right now, I may just be the northern-most Finnish freelancer in the world, and for sure, this is my northern-most blog entry ever.

First 1100 kilometers north, then 600m straight up.

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Interlude

FADE IN.

INT. CAFETERIA – DAY.

Two men standing in line to a buffet table. They work in the same office, but don’t usually eat lunch together.

MAN IN A SUIT AND A RED TIE
So, who do you think will win the World Cup?

MAN IN A SUIT AND A BLUE TIE
Oman… I don’t know. I like Samoa.

MAN IN A SUIT AND A RED TIE
You’d like some more what?

MAN IN A SUIT AND A BLUE TIE
Some more Turkey, please. I’m Hungary.

MAN IN A SUIT AND A RED TIE
Sure, help yourself.

MAN IN A SUIT AND A BLUE TIE
Thanks, I was Ghana.

Man in a suit and a red tie steps aside, and lets the man in a blue tie reach for the turkey.

MAN IN A SUIT AND A RED TIE
Anyway, you think Spain can do it?

MAN IN A SUIT AND A BLUE TIE
Norway, India dreams! No, no, they’re Finnished.

MAN IN A SUIT AND A RED TIE
Care to make it interesting?

MAN IN A SUIT AND A BLUE TIE
I’ll bet Macau that they won’t win it.

MAN IN A SUIT AND A RED TIE
Well, OK…

MAN IN A SUIT AND A BLUE TIE
OK, Czech this out: I’ll Sweden the deal, and even predict the score: 1-1.

MAN IN A SUIT AND A RED TIE
But, that’s .. What is that?

MAN IN A SUIT AND A BLUE TIE
Yemen of little faith. That’s my prediction of the World Cup final.

MAN IN A SUIT AND A RED TIE
Sure. Fine. Listen, I have to go now. See ya!

MAN IN A SUIT AND A BLUE TIE
Actually, I have Togo, too.

MAN IN A SUIT AND A RED TIE
Oh, I Bolivia.

FADE OUT.

The World.

Mr. Know-it-all

Don’t know much about history
Don’t know much biology
Don’t know much about a science book
Don’t know much about the French I took

– Wonderful World, Sam Cooke

Yes, I do know that I love her – and since it looks like a wonderful world to me, she must love me, too – but still, I can’t get over the fact that I really don’t seem to know anything.

Well, I have no problem with that, it’s been a slow but steady process since the day I laughed when our high school biology teacher told everybody in the class that we’d be at our smartest when we graduate.

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Agoraphobia

“Agoraphobia is a condition where the sufferer becomes anxious in environments that are unfamiliar or where he or she perceives that they have little control. Triggers for this anxiety may include open spaces, crowds (social anxiety), or traveling (even short distances). Agoraphobia is often, but not always, compounded by a fear of social embarrassment, as the agoraphobic fears the onset of a panic attack and appearing distraught in public.”


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Poor taste

Now that I’ve just tasted coffee, it tops my list of things that taste bad”
– Son, June 28, 2010

Many of the human treats are truly acquired tastes. Who really likes the taste of beer? Coffee? Wasabi? Any kind of alcohol? Blue cheese? I know I didn’t. On the other hand, some of my early favorites don’t taste that good anymore. Like, milk, and specifically breast milk.

I remember how Dad took this photo right after I had run 100 meters in 11 seconds.

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Brand new tradition

Traditions are funny. Not in the ha-ha funny sense, but the other, the “you’re right, now that I think about it” kind of way. It’s interesting how they are created, and especially how fast things become tradition, or at least the way they’ve “always been done”.

Dance, man!

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