Artificial Landscapes – from Eco-system to Deco-system (and back again)
When my parents built their house in the late 70′s, the inside decor they chose was pretty much standard Scandinavian fare: plenty of simple wood panelling, wooden floors and earth tones; their choices...
View Article“No fly zone”
Parenting metaphors often develop a life of their own after being coined. I doubt Foster W. Cline, M.D. and Jim Fay had any idea of how popular the term “helicopter parenting” would become, when they...
View ArticleEnglish Keys and Turkish Heads
Recently I started reflecting on how these profiling strategies are sedimented in language, and how certain behaviours and objects are connected to specific cultural groups or nations in language. In...
View ArticleEven good girls get lost
For every self-accusatory point I listed, there was always at least a dozen gurus, coaches and motivational speakers (they tend to self-identify into these categories) with clear answers. Unable to...
View ArticleHave snow – need colour!
A couple of days ago, we had our very first snow-storm of this winter. Even though the forecast “Snowmageddon” never actually happened, the snow kept falling, daylight never seemed to seep through...
View ArticleValentine’s and other mating rituals
“If I see another heart, I think I’ll puke”, my 17-year-old exclaims. She’s a self-professed guerilla-worrier fighting all things cheesy. In the most sociologically detached way possible I tell...
View ArticleYou can’t hide from politics
“Ingen kommer undan politiken”, is one of the few refrains from the early 80′s that stuck with me. “No one ever gets away from politics”, Marie Bergman sang to repetitive ska-rhythms, grinding on her...
View ArticleEthical investment: Me and my Bank (and Madoff)
My relationship with money resembles what some people have with feces: I know it’s a necessary part of life, but I’d rather not have to deal with it personally. The combination of this hang-up and the...
View ArticleBreaking Out into Carnival
Tonight we ate the Fastelavn sweet buns, once again. Tomorrow is the time for the Italian "cenci" or "chiacchiere". I wonder if the name of the Italian cookies refer to the aftermath of Carnival:...
View ArticleBecause I Have a Voice (but What Language is it Speaking?)
It seems to me that by now everybody even remotely interested has got around to watching the King’s Speech. That low-budget, high acting, Oscar-showered British film really hit it home with its...
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