Showing posts with label mythology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mythology. Show all posts

09 January, 2011

Egypt, condensed

Just one more Egypt post, I promise. Well, from me, anyway. Stu kept a written journal of his thoughts on our trip to Egypt, which seemed like such a great way to keep the ideas and feelings fresh. I didn't, but I think the pictures we took helped a little with that. We took nearly 1000, but there were so many things we didn't capture! I didn't get a single photo of any of the souks (bazaars) we went to, despite that they were overwhelming, colorful and fun. No pictures of our ridiculous donkey ride...too nervous to take my hands from my crappy reins. No pictures on New Years. No pictures at Valley of the Kings or the Egyptian Museum in Cairo (due to site regulations, but still!) We had an AWESOME tour group and tour leader for our trip (company link here), so I'm hoping a few of them will have pictures to share of those things we missed.

We would have been happy with simply the sun, blue sky, sand, and warmth. But wow, Egypt has so many beautiful parts. Just the history, not to mention the temples and monuments and mosques and sea. Horus became my favorite Egyptian god, and we visited several temples dedicated to his falcon-y awesomeness. I didn't buy nearly enough stuff, but the spices and scarves and jewelry were all so beautiful and cheap (it was just too exhausting to bargain at every corner.) And the food! Such good food in Egypt. And no one got food/water poisoning, as far as I know. We ate so well the entire trip, even on our 4 day bare-bones felucca cruise down the Nile, where we were treated to amazing food from a boat captain wielding a single gas burner and a few old pots. And I ate a pigeon.

And Egypt has some not-so-great parts. I fully recommend a trip there, but when you are a pampered westerner (even one without a job, like me!) you get a little humbled. The average Egyptian annual salary is not much more than $1,500; the average annual American makes at least $32,000. We were SO sick of everyone asking for baksheesh, but then you have to remember that those few coins they get from offering you and your other rich vacationers toilet paper might be what allows them to feed their children. Even little, tiny kids were begging (or trying to sell us touristy junk in perfect English.) And the housing is unbelieveable (in some areas, made up of only palm fronds and mudbrick, since it never rains.) The water is not good. We drank only bottled for nearly 3 weeks and racked up a small mountain of plastic refuse, which I can only imagine was dumped on the banks of the Nile. There is no such thing as recycling. The motor-powered Nile cruises would speed by us on our sail-powered felucca, leaving trails of oil that found its way onto the sand in black globs. Our toilet on our train was just a seat on a hole to the speeding track below. It was also my first time in a Muslim country. What was the appropriate behavior for us as tourists during the warbled call to prayer? And we were in the country during a terrorist attack, which is a little scary. Although I didn't experience anything too unpleasant aside from the challenge of finding a restaurant that served beer, our new friend Jess was refused service at a cafe because she is female (her brother could order, though.)


So, good with the bad, we could easily go back, since we missed several big sites, Alexandria, Sinai. I'd even take kids there (just with a slightly amended itinerary.) It was a great way to spend Christmas and New Years! Though if we are still in Sweden next winter, we owe the family a trip back State-side.


08 December, 2010

Solar halos over Stockholm

 We thought it was just a weird rainbow when we were out today, but in fact, it was an optical phenomenon known as halos, shining over Stockholm. Ice crystals in the clouds filter the sunlight in a way that makes it look like a bubble of light hovering over the city.

From SR

Photo of the halo over Stockholm University campus (Paul Parker)
Also showing this phenomenon is the Vädersolstavlan from 1535. I'll make you read the Wikipedia link yourself for background on the painting, but it is one of the oldest painted depictions of Stockholm, one of the oldest Swedish landscapes and the oldest depiction of the halos.


What a cool thing!

26 September, 2009

I don't know what I know...

So, I made a remark to Anne which was, "I don't know what I know." Life with me has these interesting moments for her which include me making some out-of-left field comment where she has no idea what I'm talking about. Luckily, for me, I found a wife who is blessed with a great deal of patience, but I could see that "what is it this time?" cloud pass over her eyes.

This time the answer was short and easy. I'm studying for exams. And in a way, I'm going in blind. The subject/course of study is new territory for me, so I'm at a disadvantage. I'm ten years out of school and am not used to this feeling of going into a exam not quite sure if I studied for it properly. (When I was a Religion major in college, well, I'd been studying/talking about religion and philosophy for a number of years. So it was easy to fall-back on what I already knew. Not so now.)

So, I don't know what I know. I think I do. I think I get it when I'm reading the assigned material, but until the proof is back in the form of the exam grade, well, we'll see... I might be wrong. I might not have as good a grasp as I think I do. I might be blind to pitfalls eluding me. But then that was kind of a fun thing to think about. We'd just had dinner, and candlelight, and wine... so I fancied myself waxing profound. Usually I'm mistaken at those times.

Memory and thought in Norse mythology were two ravens called Huginn and Muninn. Each day

More to the point, our minds are not hard drives. If they are, they're certainly corrupted (Yes, I'm talking about you). But the handy thing about hard drives is looking at how much room you've used up! I seem to be losing more and more file space every day... ("Just like your hair," my lovely wife proclaims.)

So, this made me think of one of my favorite "poems". A few years back, when Tivo was still new, there was the Poetry of Donald Rumsfeld. It soon became "my favorite thing ever" as I considered Rummy not as a war monger or a charlatan, but as a Zen master or Sufi wiseman. That's interesting too. A little formatting, a little less context, and presto:

The Unknown
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.

—Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing


11 August, 2009

By the Hammer of Thor!

So. I love being in the land of the vikings. Hauling a very Norwegian last name around all my life kind of required that I own it. In fact, when I was a silly teenager, Nordic was code for my particular brand of Thor-foolery.

Anyway, strangely enough. I was also from a young age very interested in mythology. (My mom's story is that a 3rd grade teacher of mine didn't even know that 3rd graders knew the word mythology. But my other interest at the library was psychology... In third grade, true story.)

So, being a kid with a fascination for mythology I some how particularly loved Norse Sagas. And here I was looking up at a statue of Thor. He's the badass of Norse mythology. Kind of the Heracles of the North. But with lightning. Very heavy metal, I'm sure.


What's in a name? I heard a psychology report that two kids were named Winner & Loser. Yeah. As first names. And sure enough Winner went on to succeed in life, and well, Loser struggled. (*not true, I got the association backwards, see the link & comments)

How sad! So, I've got a little bit of Thor in my name, and a lot of Norwegian. For an American, who's a mis-mash mutt anyway, why would that matter more than English, or German... Is it more interesting? More defineing, like the Scottish? They say we need to think well of our fore-bearers. And American's forebearers are farther removed...

Anyway, I liked the statue. And we'll travel to where Anne's mom was born this week. I'll let you know if I recieve a flash from above.

26 June, 2009

I have the Power!!!


Remember the He-Man?

In the days of my youth I was told what it means to be a man. And he was a He-Man. Quite possibly the stupidest name ever invented by toy companies. But in it's stupidity lies it's brilliance. Who is He? Yes. What is he, man? Yes. All those things and less, for he is He-Man.

(And don't even get me started on sister spinoff She-Ra. Why not, She-Lady? Apparenly there's a tipping point in toy naming stupidity which we'll never understand, that's why. Eat it, Svengali.)

In any case, He-Man was the shiz. When I was in second grade, well, let's just say we had to catch 'em all. And G.I. Joe. And Transformers. The pushers had us hooked... Oh yeah, and M.A.S.K.

Anyway, the brilliance of He-Man was he was the Lone Ranger, Conan the Barbarian, and Superman all wrapped into one. So why wouldn't you love him? Actually he even grabbed the Hulk/Bruce Banner meme with the giant green cat...

So much combo of toy means so much brillance for cross-marketing appeal and success. Thus, in the mismash of 80's pop-culture that is my brain there are certain key phrases that are left glued-on and indelible upon my ol' knoggin'. Just like "up, up and away" or "hi-ho silver", but for He-Man it was "I have the power!"*

*Please note, not I've got the power. Totally different.

And he did, with his nifty sword and magic riding cat. (A saddle on a tiger? Who would think that's a good idea?! Claw city, yikes.) What does this have to do with moving to Sweden? Almost nothing. Except they do have vikings there.

And 220 electricity. Yup, we need a converter, and thereby We Can Have the Power.

What happens if we don't? Well 110 appliances in a 220 plug are basically getting twice they power they were designed to handle. And it's too much for them and they explode. Well, short out really, but it's just as unfunctional. The mighty European circuits will make like Hans and Franz all over your electrics. Not good, as they cost more there. SO. In comes the power converter to the rescue and settles the dispute. And joins the appliance and voltage together like the two halves of the Sword of Power. See how I did that?

Not so fast? What's that you say, not only to the electrics have a difference in voltage but in different cycles as well?! Arrgghh! Well that's what we'll face in Sverige.

So stay tuned. We may having interesting stories of danger and excitement. Who knew that plugging in a hairdryer could be so death-defying? We're doing the shopping now. It might save us a headache or two. And might gain us the use of the Red Kitchenade... It might also allow us to have a quick fix for blowing up the airbed. That's right, you heard me, airbed. We know you don't want to couch surf without some style. When you come to see the castles. Which they have there. But, look nothing like Castle Grayskull.