Mincing Steps

Winter has this uncanny ability at forcing me to relearn how to walk. For one, it never, NEVER gets above freezing anymore. We're always 4 or 5 degrees short of defrosting. What that effectively means is that salt doesn't work. Swedes just don't abide by salting the roads. Instead, they toss gravel everywhere - like farmer Joe slinging corn at the hens.
The problem here is that, periodically, it will snow again. Not a lot, just enough to remind you of the season. I really love the snow, to watch it fall. Walking at night is a favorite pastime; snow falling across the lamplight is just about the most romantic thing I can imagine. But this romantic powder covers the gravel and if you're the first sad soul to try and walk down the hill to the grocery store, you're in for a surprise! I've slipped so many times that I feel like I'm developing seizures: my arms spasm outwards, my legs slide askance, and suddenly I'm prostrate on a hill in a wild dance move (it looks stunning when I'm wearing the blue pom-pom hat that mom knitted me).
I love winter.

On that note, I have a few pictures to post. It has been ages and finally the other day I trekked to class early with my camera and snapped a few of town.
This first picture is of the canal from the bridge I cross to get to class every day. Further up on the right is the city swimming pool followed by the library where I spend many a gleeful hour.

This photo is from the other side of the bridge. Here you can see shops on the left and a parking area with more shops on the right. These trees are strung with white (or yellow) lights.

And lastly, here's a picture of my department's door. Enjoy seeing "Eurasian Studies" while you can, because this is the final year for our department - which is being thrown out in favor of a Russian Center. My classmates and I are now proctored through the department of Peace and Conflict.
I just noticed the lovely addition to "Uppsala University" on the bottom. I wonder if we're secretly catering to Jim Henson?

The Smaller Details

Now that Christmas vacation has come and gone I have little excuse for procrastinating longer than I already have: the next few months shall determine my future career. DOONG. No pressure! I just have to find an internship and preferably a PAID internship. People tell me that finding a paid internship is like finding a health care plan that will actually pass through both the House and Senate. Besides feeling daunted, I have to assemble my entire academic and non-academic history into something that cannot be resisted by the employing world.

Today I made the first attempt and sent my resume and a cover letter (electronically) to an NGO that isn't even hiring. They looked interesting, they're based in Washington, and if they're not hiring, I have nothing to lose anyway, right? It's the first plunge and I'm glad it's over with. Now that the ice has been broken, I hope to crank through these applications without the dragging feet of old.

What I've been doing to distract myself (and to procrastinate) is find out new things to bake and cook. Last week it was chocolate chip cookies followed by oatmeal raisin cookies. This week it is potato leek soup and Swedish chocolate cake. Spring better hurry up because soon I won't be able to fit into my pants - but I will be outfitted with a stunning repertoire of recipes.

Other than that, class isn't demanding enough. I wish it wasn't the Swedish prerogative to say up front that nothing about a class is compulsory. Where is the incentive in that? I know, self motivation, right? My American schooled sensibilities are revolting. Revolting against the lack of rod behind my back.

When I do manage to drive my 23 year old body out into the cold, winter wonder of Sweden and bike the 20 minutes into town, I spend the day in the library with friends. Every once in a while we all go out for coffee and a group-grumble before returning to the books. It's a good student life. I can't complain.

On Backorder

Whew, has it been a while? Although it would behoove me to do a massive update of my life over here in Uppsala, but that would move contrary to my dilatory personality. Let's take this one small step at a time, yes?

Christmas holiday was just what the doctor ordered: an extended amount of time with family and a lack of educational stimuli. YES. When I got back to Sweden, however, I was given a cold welcome, a -11 degree F (-24 degree C) welcome to be exact. That ranks as the coldest temperature I have ever experienced (and hopefully ever will experience).

Some things you might like to know about cold weather:
1.) moisture in your nose will freeze as well as the edges of your eyelashes
2.) moisture in the air will freeze to your clothes and exposed skin
3.) better breathe through your nose or the freezing air will catch in the lungs
4.) small outdoor excursions turn perilous without proper attire

Some anomalies associated with Swedes:
1.) jogging at night is still an option
2.) biking is still 'go'
3.) the mentality that "it could get colder and possibly will so buck up"

Now that it's warmed up to about 21 degrees F, I think my overly-adjusted body finds the weather quite tropical.

Besides the weather, life has moved on in quite desirable directions.
- I've joined the orchestra associated with a student union and play French Horn beside an extremely talented Taiwanese Hornist (believe me, when you play beside someone better than you, the pressure to represent decreases significantly). The horn I'm borrowing is from the German company Alexander Mainz, extremely renown for high-quality instruments. Besides being a little worn, the sound is beautiful, like the honey to the spiced-wafer of my Conn 8D at home. Rehearsals are Sundays at 6pm. At first I was worried about where to practice, but then a corridor mate indicated the sauna upstairs which remains mostly vacant during daylight hours. HUZAAH! One of the slides is stuck fast...I wonder if a little Sauna heat and moisture might loosen it up? Just kidding. ;)

- My methodology course has finished. Now I'm onto something called Security Policy Analysis. Very interesting - riveting when compared with methodology. Classes and seminars are optional (the liberality of the Swedish educational system). Only thing that IS obligatory with this course is a 10pg research paper due by February 18th. But don't worry, I am being a diligent student and attending every class and seminar (yes, you guessed right. I have no idea for a paper topic).

Besides that, I've been following the news and performing a gratuitous reassessment of my life and habits. It's hard to follow the news (international) and NOT feeling grateful/guilty about my standard of living. Appreciative am I...

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- - - Yep, once again I thought it pertinent to get a post out there that was half written but never finished.  God, why do things get left behind? - - -

 

A few weeks ago my bicycle started to fall apart in a few very unfortunate ways.  At first the sensitivity of the brakes became as tangible as last night’s half-remembered dream.  Then the gearshift pooped out (remember the theme song to Friends?  It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear…).  To top it off, the front wheel started to ‘fall’ off.  Please note – my bike gets a heavy workout everyday, at least 40min of action. 

With winter coming on (and after a few misses at the intersection) I figured it was high time to fix the problem(s).  Now that it’s fixed (except for the gearshift) and I’m back on two wheels, which have the capacity to stop, I’m beginning to realize what a luxury that is: to stop.  No longer do I have to worry about inertia or gravity.  When I squeeze on my brake levers, I stop.  So simple, yet oh-so necessary. 

Then I thought to transpose my new ‘to stop’ revelation on the Swedish educational system.  I don’t think students in America ever have the luxury to ‘stop’ their studies without some sort of slap on the wrist or, more likely, a kick to the wallet. 

Swedish university students get a monthly ‘allowance’ from CSN (an acronym that I’ll try and find the meaning of later).  The allowance is partly free and partly an interest free (or low interest) loan from the government that every Swedish citizen is promised for up to 6 years of study.  Pretty nice. 

Where is the Sun?

Yesterday was my darkest day in Sweden by far.  I woke at 7am and ate my breakfast in the kitchen, staring out the window of our high-rise building at the chill navy blue darkness.   The lights had to be fastened to the bike before setting out. 

Class was from 8am to 10am in a building connected to the law library via a complex connection of glass doors and hallways.  When I got there, the teacher looked as sleep-reflective as the rest of us – unshaven and mute, gazing back out across the room from his swivel chair in which he peacefully reclined with legs stretched out. 

When I emerged from class, it was only to creep up the stairs and sit at a table to review past lectures for an hour before making my way down and around through the building’s interior to the basement in the library where the computers are kept.  

After printing out a few mock exams for review, I moved myself a few feet from the computer to a clear table and began to write out the exams – by the yellow light of a desk lamp and the filtered gray of the Swedish sun. 

Afterwards I met with some equally concerned and bemused classmates to discuss the upcoming exam.  By then I had dedicated six hours of the day to study and felt content – as content as one can be before an exam. 

From the library, I walked along the canal bedecked with illuminated trees in a mist of rain.  The sky was barely blue and just beginning to adopt the near black of night.  I unlocked my bike, slapped on the lights, and went back home.

Observations of Fall in Sweden

Despite the swift decent into darkness and an enthusiastic drop in temperatures, Fall in Sweden is about the same as Fall in Pennsylvania.  The trees do, however, change color rather slowly.  I noticed today, biking to school in temperatures just above freezing, that there are quite a few trees that are still stubbornly holding on to the green color.  It’s baffling when current temperatures equate to those around Thanksgiving – when the trees have all abandoned their leaves – when my family instates a leaf-raking day.  It’s rather foreboding: if the trees don’t think it’s cold yet…

Embracing the darkness is becoming a daily adventure.  It’s 5:20pm and the sun is well into the horizon – as if it were running away from the chill wind blowing leaves and nonsense at my window like droplets of hail.  Wherever it’s going, the sun, I want to follow because after a bit of the Swedish climate, you start to notice an alarming decrease in clothing reserves.  Where’d all my long sleeved shirts go, you ask yourself while digging under the bed, through the laundry basket, and in the closet.  After a bit of fruitless searching, you realize, Ah!  You are wearing your entire wardrobe. 

That’s about when you realize that the lack of sunlight is the least of your worries.  Your fingers freezing to the handles of your bike IS. 

I will end by saying that the darkness is romantic when viewed from the warm side of double plated glass.  My favorite pastime is sitting in a cafe outside of the train station and watching the lights come alive as darkness falls.  The only depressing bit is remembering that pretty soon I’ll be one of those sorry sods clutching the lapels of their jackets, desperately holding onto warmth, as they dash across the street.  Maybe one more cup of coffee, I console myself. 

On a side note, I’m nursing a vibrant coffee addiction!

Random Observations (from the past)…

- - - Just to show you that the blog wasn’t completely absent from my mind (okay, maybe it was 50% there and 50% not), here are some clips from the past that I never quite managed to edit or post.  For various apparent reasons. - - -

It’s officially hot water bottle season in Sweden.  I love snuggling up with my blue elephant, whom I was all set to name ‘Sheikh’ (because there are elephants in the Middle East, right? don’t argue!) until I came upon this video:

…and then I had doubts.   Granted, there is no correlation at all between elephant and Arabic belly dancers but now the manly aspect of the name is lost on me.  Back to the drawing board. 

Anyway, I feel like an old woman.  In fact, I’m quite convinced that I should skip my 20s and 30s to jump right into my 40s.  In fact, lately I’ve been feeling like putting my hair in a bun, exchanging the contact lenses for spectacles, and acquiring an overly large and hairy dog named “Bruno” to sit on my feet as I knit unethically large hats.  I blame the weather. 

I blame today’s random-ness on today’s writing assignment: the difficulties of nation-building in post-Soviet Central Asian republics.  My mind is willing to alight on any subject but that, it seems.  And my inability to finish the writing assignment illustrates that to the T.  10.13.2009