Meatballs with lingonberry

Last weekend: Johanna and I went to Ikea and had dinner: Meatballs with lingonberry, princess cake and of course - Swedish coffee. I cheated though - I had french fries instead of cooked potatoes to my meatballs (Johanna had real style).

Other news: I saw my cousin's boyfriend's sister Fia on Sunday in Zurich. I have organized so that she can work as an aupair in a family in Herrliberg starting in January 2007. Of course I sent her to my favourite client - only the best is good enough for my (future) family.

Wie schwedisch sind Sie?

How Swedish are you? I just made the test on IKEA's Swiss website.

...and I am a Super Swede. Of course.

This is my reality

You think you are good in German? You were an A-student in high school, you handle the cases better than Swedish coffee is black? Click on the link and you will enter my reality. That will, if not obliterate, at least mash your self confidence.

One day I am going to prove my revolutionary theory that Swiss German - is no German. It is related to Greek rather than anything else.

My collegue Johanna has a theory too. She claims that the reason why the Swiss has been isolated from the rest of the world hasn't been a choice of their own; Noone has been able to understand them, which has made them uncabable of create neither war nor peace.

Finding X-mas gift for dad = agony

Finding Christmas gifts for my dad is a true agony:

1. If I give him a CD he would say "I thought I already had that one" (eventhough he hasn't)
2. If I give him a book he wouldn't finish it (he still hasn't finished the one I gave him in 2004)
3. No matter what you give, he will spit out a presumption (and it is always right)
4. He always considers that he has everything he needs (and he has)

Agony. Agony. Agony.

All I want for Christmas...

My X-mas wish list as follows:

1. Skates
2. Ski and trekking socks
3. Naiv.Super by Erlend Loe in Norweigan (I have found the first chapter online - but I want to read the complete book)
4. En riktig författarhustru - Letters between Selma Lagerlöf and Valborg Olander
5. Items from my mum's wardrobe - Ida = vintage
6. Rag carpet - but mum-made
7. Pyjamas (any kind, preferably with cows or elks)

The photo was found in Corren.se.

Saaser cow

One of the many cows of Switzerland. This photo is dedicated to Rebecka.

My Switzerland: Valais

Wallis/Valais.

On Friday evening, Nina and I went to the valley where I once got to know Switzerland; Saas Valley. 1 score years ago, as I worked in Saas-Grund I never understood how weird the language, mentality and people in this valley are. I just thought it was typical Swiss. It is not. It is just typical Saaser.

Saas-Fee is situated at the end of the world; in south-eastern Valais, just a couple of kilomteres away from the Italian border - four hours and one eternity away from Zurich.

89 centimetres Snow and crystal blue sky is just to be too good to be November. As my parents came to see me last time in Saas Valley, my father mentioned that there is noone who appreciate the Alps more than he does. Well, there is.

Gerade gelesen (DE)

Ich habe gerade Die Brüder Löwenherz von Astrid Lindgren gelesen:

>>Jonathan, du hast gesagt, dass man in Nangijala von früh bis spät und selbst nachts Abenteuer erlebt. Weisst du das noch? Aber hier ist es ganz ruhig und still und Abenteuer gibt es überhaupt nicht.<<

Da lachte Jonathan. >>Du bist doch erst gestern gekommen, hast du das vergessen? Du Dummerjan hast hier ja gerade erst die Nase reingesteckt! Abenteuer wirst du schon noch erleben.<<

Just another Ida story

Yesterday I managed to jump on the wrong train when I was going back home to Brugg from Zurich. I realized it 30 minutes later, when the train still hadn't stop a single time and the right train to a great extent should have been in Brugg long time ago. First I got panic, then it all became kind of exciting, not knowing where my end destination would be. Sad to say, it turn out to be the city express to Basel (Geneva would have been more of an adventure), just 30 minutes east of my current home.

Lesson learned: Stop using your MP3-player. There is way too much information to miss such as: "Welcome onboard on the train to BASEL and nothing else but Basel. If you are going somewhere else; you are wrong."

This coming weekend we are off for Saas-Fee to inaugurate the ski season that hasn't even started yet. Very much Ida logic. Again.

Dagens länk (SWE)

Dagens länk kommer fran Anna Lindahl: "22 sätt att ge livet nya perspektiv". Klockren.

Idas sonat (SWE)

Det är fredag och jag har (nästan) slutat för veckan. Jag har långtråkigt. Så därför har jag slängt ihop en egen sonat:

På dagis får man klossar att sortera
Man undrar vad ens hjärna kan förmå
Man drar ju sitt berömda sabla strå
På fredag är man tillsagd att tentera

Man vet att detta inte får fallera
Hallå där, värld! Nu kommer jag, pass på!
Då nyper någon plötsligt i ens tå
De kollar så att allting ska fungera

Sen kommer dumma fröken Anna-Klara
Man anar ett slags tillvarons komik
Det är ens öde, att man dömts att vara

Man får en filt. Man tuggar på en flik
Man hävdar att man luffat i Sahara

Man tvingas hålla ut tills man blir lik

Fint va? Vill du också skriva din egen sonat? Det kan du göra på DN's kultursidor.