Merry Christmas to you and yours! Here in Sweden we had our celebration yesterday. Good food was eaten, toys were opened, and the merriness was abundant.
Today is Christmas Eve! That means that we’ll be celebrating today here in Sweden! In Sweden it is tradition to watch Kalle Anka (or Donald Duck) on Christmas Eve before opening the presents. Kalle Anka is a Christmas special that I don’t believe has changed in the past 50 years. And yes, you heard me right, in Sweden we wait until the night-time to open gifts.
This really bummed me out until I realized that we still open gifts a whole day before we would were we in the U.S. So to all the Swedes out there: God Jul! And to all the Americans that have yet to open your gifts: SUCKAS!
I don’t know if you heard. But there was a woman who fell out of the tallest wood-steel roller coaster, at six flags Texas.
Last year I feel like there was also an incident where someone fell out of a roller coaster. Maybe it was the year before that.
This is clearly terrible news. But, aside from freaking me out a bit at the time, it hasn’t really affected me in the long run.
Yes, this means I’ve been to amusement parks the past few summers in a row. I’m not sure what that says about my intelligence. But, I’ve always gone before these accidents have happened…and not to the same exact park. Helps?
Anyway, two summers ago I made my first ever trip to Liseberg in Gothenburg (Göteborg for all you Scandinavians out there). Evelina got train tickets and tickets to the park for me for my birthday. I was thrilled. Because a) I love amusement parks and b) they had just opened the highest free fall roller coaster in Europe. It’s name is AtmosFear (the cunningness of which is reason in and of itself to ride the ride – if you ask me). It’s 146 meters above sea level, and drops you at 110 km/h. Yeah I had no idea what that meant either. That’s 482 feet above sea level, or about 2/3rds of the way around 1 lap on your average track. At 87 miles/hr, or fast enough to get you a killer of a speeding ticket on a state highway. Not bad I say, not bad.
Gothenburg is a beautiful city, and catching the view of it from the top of AtmosFear is certainly worth it. Unless you’re terrified of heights. This may not need to be said, but: don’t ride the ride if heights terrify you.
But summer fun isn’t the only thing that Liseberg has to offer.
During the winter months Liseberg becomes a spectacular winter wonderland. No, the rides are not operational, something about whipping around at 100km/h when it’s -10 degrees Celsius just doesn’t add up. What they do have to offer is a Julmarknad, or Christmas market. They also have a charming Christmas atmosphere to offer. And really that’s the best part. No, I’m not being extremely sarcastic, so don’t read it like that. What’s even better than the best part is going there with great company. (Still serious.)
I love looking back through pictures of my family. Pictures from when I was alive, and from when I had yet to be born. Not only to gawk at the absolutely wonderful clothing and accessory choices of my family through the years. (I have yet to understand the meaning of glasses that go down low enough to allow your cheeks to see clearly – but knowing fashion that’ll probably be “in” again next week. Cheeks have the right to prescriptive lenses too.) But also to hear the stories told by my parents, aunts, uncles, and my grandmothers (when I was lucky enough to have them).
Pictures are memories. They remind us of who we were and where we’ve come since the photo was taken. Pictures show us our history. I guess oil paintings do too, before 1826 – but do you really trust oil paintings? (Do you really trust photographs anymore either?) That’s neither here nor there.
The fact is a camera isn’t always handy. I haven’t had a camera available at every moment I would have wanted one. Maybe that’s not so important though. A camera can capture a scene, but does it always capture the feeling and emotion occurring? A camera can’t be relied on to remind us of every memory we have.
On this day, my father’s birthday, I’d like to share one of my earliest memories, that wasn’t captured on film.
As far as I can tell, my first memory was of being held by my father. Cuddled safely in his arms I was being fed milk. He stood with me by the kitchen sink, and I looked up at the, blurry with the passage of time, vision of lights above us.
While a short memory, it is one I often bring up with fondness. Over the years I have been carried by my father on countless occasions, and sometimes, when I’m really really tired I realize how good I had it when I was little. Carried up to bed after a long day of running around wildly.
Dad, I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Sit back, relax, and rest that back of yours, I’m sure it’s tired after years of lugging us kids around.
Happy Birthday Dad! You’d better like the present I got you.
September 12, 2012. I know what I was doing 11 years ago on this date.
I have read a number of beautiful blog posts paying remembrance to the tragedy that struck New York and tribute to the survivors of that fateful day. It is something our history will be forever changed by, and an event that we will never forget.
Unless our entire planet is destroyed in exactly 100 days. Or haven’t you heard? Both Nancy the psychic and the Mayan calendar predict the end of the world to be in December of 2012. The 21st to be more precise.
I have some high quality information about the translations of ancient Mesopotamian writings, and their declaration of the imminent doom we are currently careening towards*.
NASA even backs this research.** I have found a quote by a NASA scientist that states that “the important threats are from global warming and loss of biological diversity, and perhaps someday from collision with an asteroid or comet.” He then goes on to say that this is all going to happen, together, simultaneously, at once, on December 21st.***
I just want to make sure you’re all prepared for that.
Silver lining: no need to buy Christmas/Hanukkah presents this year!
Good luck to you,
*The aforementioned translations are utilized in fiction writing, and only completed fictitiously.
**NASA denies all research concluding that the end of the world coincides with the winter solstice.
***This is a direct misquotation, taken out of context.