Tuesday. December 6-7.
The DIS program leaves Wednesdays free. They usually fill the Wednesday with a study tour of some sort, for instance, I have been to a two different mosques, one in Denmark, one in Malmo, Sweden on Wednesdays. Luckily, my program doesn't really do much on Wednesdays (although for a while Carsten was filling them up with bike tours and shit). This Wednesday I decided to be very productive and went to an extra Danish class where I learned a very important word that will make it soooo easy to make subordinate clauses and then, even thought it was gross and wet out, I went to the Kunst Museum. Or, the Art Museum. I have started using Kunst as an insult. It may or may not catch on. Anyway, some of the exhibits were good; I saw a famous portrait of Martin Luther and this really neat illusionary art from the 18th century. Other exhibits sucked, such as the Napoleon art, and the photography exhibit. I had to wait for the bus in the pouring rain so I was pretty miserable when I got home. I put my laundry in and got an email from J asking if I wanted to get together to do some reading and finish our project. I felt like baking since it was grey out and reading and baking go well together. I stopped at the store and picked up chocolate. Three different kinds. When I got there, J had made this delicious peanut butter stir fry for Katie and I but I had already eaten so I only had...like ten bights... Anyway, we went to the kiosk to get milk and butter for our cookies. Something about the flour in Denmark makes it impossible to make good tasting cookies so we added honey to them and they were fabulous. We also made some more special than the rest. The night got a little crazy and J couldn't respond to anything without laughing for twenty minutes. Some how Katie got straight enough to ride her bike back to Amar and J and I fell asleep to Donnie Darko. We awoke at nine, decided to skip class, and reawoke at 12:30. I had class at 1:50, so I got out of bed around 1 and we hopped on a bus. We were both still kind of fucked up from the night before and the class I was going to was an hour and twenty minutes of Yiddish folk music by a guest lecturer (a Polish Jew with holocaust survivor parents). Her stories were really good but they made up about 10% of the class while the rest was non comprehensible singing. And her voice was SO loud. Talking or singing I wanted to stop her and be like, woah, chill out. It was really pretty at first but that stuff can wear you down.
After class I sat in the periodical room reading the New Yorker. There was a really good article on Arlen Spector-- just a heads up. Then I went to the MME concluding dinner. There was free wine, as usual, and everyone got tipsy. We toasted each other and hugged and watched a slide show in which there were about 20 pictures of Bhaskar and I together. I began to notice that we have striking resemblances. Shit. I'll get those pictures and show you what I mean. I told everyone I would buy drinks at the Elephant and the Mouse after the party and we headed over there. It was really nice have one last experience all together because our program is really spread out. We are lucky to have such a nice small group. Once everyone had finished their Christmas beers, J, Hale and I went to this laundromat cafe in Osterbro. We did some reading but, honestly, I think I had too much to drink and I was a bit sick. I went to smoke a cig with Hale and our waiter grabbed me on the waste and went "OH! You smoke!" He sat down with us and we found out he was from Iceland and he owned the place. We told him what we were studying and he told us the world needs more people like us. Yeah. I know. So he was a sweetheart.
I just rode three different busses home and it is so nice to be in my room. Here are some pictures:
I have been wearing the same clothes for two days.
The DIS program leaves Wednesdays free. They usually fill the Wednesday with a study tour of some sort, for instance, I have been to a two different mosques, one in Denmark, one in Malmo, Sweden on Wednesdays. Luckily, my program doesn't really do much on Wednesdays (although for a while Carsten was filling them up with bike tours and shit). This Wednesday I decided to be very productive and went to an extra Danish class where I learned a very important word that will make it soooo easy to make subordinate clauses and then, even thought it was gross and wet out, I went to the Kunst Museum. Or, the Art Museum. I have started using Kunst as an insult. It may or may not catch on. Anyway, some of the exhibits were good; I saw a famous portrait of Martin Luther and this really neat illusionary art from the 18th century. Other exhibits sucked, such as the Napoleon art, and the photography exhibit. I had to wait for the bus in the pouring rain so I was pretty miserable when I got home. I put my laundry in and got an email from J asking if I wanted to get together to do some reading and finish our project. I felt like baking since it was grey out and reading and baking go well together. I stopped at the store and picked up chocolate. Three different kinds. When I got there, J had made this delicious peanut butter stir fry for Katie and I but I had already eaten so I only had...like ten bights... Anyway, we went to the kiosk to get milk and butter for our cookies. Something about the flour in Denmark makes it impossible to make good tasting cookies so we added honey to them and they were fabulous. We also made some more special than the rest. The night got a little crazy and J couldn't respond to anything without laughing for twenty minutes. Some how Katie got straight enough to ride her bike back to Amar and J and I fell asleep to Donnie Darko. We awoke at nine, decided to skip class, and reawoke at 12:30. I had class at 1:50, so I got out of bed around 1 and we hopped on a bus. We were both still kind of fucked up from the night before and the class I was going to was an hour and twenty minutes of Yiddish folk music by a guest lecturer (a Polish Jew with holocaust survivor parents). Her stories were really good but they made up about 10% of the class while the rest was non comprehensible singing. And her voice was SO loud. Talking or singing I wanted to stop her and be like, woah, chill out. It was really pretty at first but that stuff can wear you down.
After class I sat in the periodical room reading the New Yorker. There was a really good article on Arlen Spector-- just a heads up. Then I went to the MME concluding dinner. There was free wine, as usual, and everyone got tipsy. We toasted each other and hugged and watched a slide show in which there were about 20 pictures of Bhaskar and I together. I began to notice that we have striking resemblances. Shit. I'll get those pictures and show you what I mean. I told everyone I would buy drinks at the Elephant and the Mouse after the party and we headed over there. It was really nice have one last experience all together because our program is really spread out. We are lucky to have such a nice small group. Once everyone had finished their Christmas beers, J, Hale and I went to this laundromat cafe in Osterbro. We did some reading but, honestly, I think I had too much to drink and I was a bit sick. I went to smoke a cig with Hale and our waiter grabbed me on the waste and went "OH! You smoke!" He sat down with us and we found out he was from Iceland and he owned the place. We told him what we were studying and he told us the world needs more people like us. Yeah. I know. So he was a sweetheart.
I just rode three different busses home and it is so nice to be in my room. Here are some pictures:
posted by Rachel at 2:58 PM
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i have updated my blog AGAIN and you have not. i am clearly kicking your ass in this competition. catch up.
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