Today Finns celebrate their independence day. Most of them nursing a colorful hangover...
Me, however, have used my day off work to study prions and antimocribial peptides, been to a lecture online and gotten restless feet. And apparently, its fully acceptable to wait 1.5 hrs for two lukewarm pizzas to be delivered to your home (even if the kitchen making them are situated not 500 m from here), without any cut in price. Food hygene and quality customer service on its best.
And in the spirit of the day, I picked a picture with fitting theme in the colours. This prettyness was on my car roof the other day, natures wonders of beauty in crystalised water.
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Tuesday, 6 December 2011
6. December
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Saturday, 19 November 2011
New trends in the gym and the holy Finnish Friday
...not when it comes to fashion or something, but a behavioral pattern that I have discovered lately on my gym. The classes given on friday evenings have become more and more popular! Here in Finland generally the friday evenings are holy and people rarely do anything outside of their home or cottage. People tend to leave work at the earliest point possible to get the weekend started, and get to their destination of weekend-celebration asap.
But in my gym (for women only) the customers have gradually increased in numbers. Especially for happenings after 1630. Yesterday I looked at the almost full Zumba-lesson that I was attending (at 1800) with a bit of disbelief.... Normally we have been 20 people, tops. Now it was over double.
And afterwards, there is quite the gossip-gathering in the sauna, which means, there is not any hurry to get anywhere for many people. And this was not the first week that it has happened.
This is very un-Finnish behavior! Positive, Hell Yes! But quite suspicious. What has happened? Nothing starts from nothing....
But in my gym (for women only) the customers have gradually increased in numbers. Especially for happenings after 1630. Yesterday I looked at the almost full Zumba-lesson that I was attending (at 1800) with a bit of disbelief.... Normally we have been 20 people, tops. Now it was over double.
And afterwards, there is quite the gossip-gathering in the sauna, which means, there is not any hurry to get anywhere for many people. And this was not the first week that it has happened.
This is very un-Finnish behavior! Positive, Hell Yes! But quite suspicious. What has happened? Nothing starts from nothing....
Thursday, 19 August 2010
food ingredients
When living in another country, the questions about what kinda food or stuff from the store is often raised. Since Finland is not that far away from Norway, culturally,the huge Oops'es has been quite avoidable in daily grocery shopping. But when it comes to names of fish, parts of meat, berries, mushrooms and to simply ask from a customer service counter(those that serve you the x amount of that particular fish or breadtopping you want), has made difficulties.
Most people here know what salmon is in three languages, and so do I. But when it comes to all the other fish-speices we norwegians have on our plate, I have come short with both my english skills, and the clerks.
Many other funny mishaps have happened when talking about and describing berries(simply because in this home we have no clue what the berries are called in English...well, most normal ones we know okay), like "you know that purple eyeball berry" (turns out they are gooseberries in english.)
Or when describing fish speices, like "um, you know that silvery one that can get really big, not shark, but the other one?" or "the one that looks like the one that killed Steve Irvin, but only much smaller and not really like that anyway but its flat atleast."
Or when describing what part of the animal you want, in a butchershop(like this last christmas, when I made traditional lambs-roll thingy from Norway), constantly pointing to ones limbs, telling and almost bringing along a chart to point at.
My help has sometimes been to check this marvelous list of anglo-finno-russo-scandinavian list. But most often I have been in the store, staring at the fish filléts on the ice, wondering and damning myself for not having a copy of most used glossary in my wallet.
Most people here know what salmon is in three languages, and so do I. But when it comes to all the other fish-speices we norwegians have on our plate, I have come short with both my english skills, and the clerks.
Many other funny mishaps have happened when talking about and describing berries(simply because in this home we have no clue what the berries are called in English...well, most normal ones we know okay), like "you know that purple eyeball berry" (turns out they are gooseberries in english.)
Or when describing fish speices, like "um, you know that silvery one that can get really big, not shark, but the other one?" or "the one that looks like the one that killed Steve Irvin, but only much smaller and not really like that anyway but its flat atleast."
Or when describing what part of the animal you want, in a butchershop(like this last christmas, when I made traditional lambs-roll thingy from Norway), constantly pointing to ones limbs, telling and almost bringing along a chart to point at.
My help has sometimes been to check this marvelous list of anglo-finno-russo-scandinavian list. But most often I have been in the store, staring at the fish filléts on the ice, wondering and damning myself for not having a copy of most used glossary in my wallet.
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