tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360803982024-03-06T23:48:20.637-08:00A Swedish Alien in CaliforniaJaCalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01996084472747773269noreply@blogger.comBlogger1186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36080398.post-90790720272704511932011-01-14T16:50:00.000-08:002011-01-14T17:16:22.464-08:00Basketball coach<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGheOERgZHY_AqymDFZpAwaYTqKVizvqmURNRaOnYqddeHOvznI0TxjWKEZjm5X6AUL7GiziXgMLpGSTzzPzF7v8vb1V-r8mHjBDZW7FGj946fbq3GZtrwNZQnj7lMUYHBLx3/s1600/basketball.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGheOERgZHY_AqymDFZpAwaYTqKVizvqmURNRaOnYqddeHOvznI0TxjWKEZjm5X6AUL7GiziXgMLpGSTzzPzF7v8vb1V-r8mHjBDZW7FGj946fbq3GZtrwNZQnj7lMUYHBLx3/s320/basketball.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562215264281316050" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Since I don't have (and the way it looks like right now, I will never have) kids in Sweden, I don't know what kids do for after school activities over there. And when I think about what I did as a kid, it isn't really helping since it's been awhile.. and things do change... But I do know what American kids can choose when it comes to after school activities - and a lot of it is sports. Sports is a big deal here. And one thing that I will never (or who knows, give me a couple of years) get used to is is these seasonal sports. If you want to play soccer you have to play in fall. If you want to play basketball, you play in winter. If you want to play softball you play in spring. Even though where I live there really are no real seasons to stop you from playing soccer in winter and softball in spring. I don't get it? Why do you have to jam in a whole season in a couple of months and then - nothing? Is it because you want the kids to play <i>all</i> sports (and be crazily busy all through the year)? I remember playing soccer and we did that all year around - and when it was too much snow you played indoors. And when I got older and taller I switched to basketball, which you also played all around the school year.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, well - that's the way you do sports here, I just have to get used to it. </div><div><br /></div><div>My Daughter finally likes to play basketball - so she is signed up for the basketball league - that will go on between January and March. I like basketball. It's a social sport - you can play it and hang out. You can play it on your own. Or with 3 friends or a whole team. You don't need a field, one backboard is fine. And with her Swedish decent, she will be tall - which comes in handy when you play basketball. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm not sure how it happens - but I'm the assistant basketball coach.... So every Saturday for 2,5 hours, I'm now helping coaching 8 little 2nd Graders figure out how to play basketball. It's a lot of fun - they are so enthusiastic and way too small for their team outfits no one won't be dunking any scores. If judging by the jamboree games last weekend, I'm going to be a rarity - a female assistant coach... Wish me luck! </div>J | Swedish Alienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286676273301164725noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36080398.post-19055421800079702712011-01-02T09:54:00.000-08:002011-01-02T09:54:00.099-08:00Interior design for hardcore Swedes<div>I haven't been an alien long enough to crave this Dalahäst carpet. But give me another 5-10 years, and I might spend some $2000 to get some real Scandinavian feeling in my house. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCIm4nQkxWU1oDsmUlQiCUS_6pM9T-NGityGFLBYYVR4yRDS6IXRWPUpcZhzS60553kfwu3KGc93U7hDsUts8PjsLbgzJPHF14hu3V8GWW5QNo3e-qM1DYvbn8SJ_Zi3gk0gJ5/s1600/dalahastmatta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCIm4nQkxWU1oDsmUlQiCUS_6pM9T-NGityGFLBYYVR4yRDS6IXRWPUpcZhzS60553kfwu3KGc93U7hDsUts8PjsLbgzJPHF14hu3V8GWW5QNo3e-qM1DYvbn8SJ_Zi3gk0gJ5/s320/dalahastmatta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557386304538327794" /></a><br /><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Picture from <a href="http://www.scandinaviandesigncenter.com/Products/usd0/Accessories/Typical+Swedish/10741/Dalah%C3%A4st+carpet">ScandinavianDesignCenter</a>, who also sell the carpet)</span></i></div>J | Swedish Alienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286676273301164725noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36080398.post-3051903949907246362011-01-01T13:36:00.000-08:002011-01-01T13:36:00.495-08:00Good time to be an Alien<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13x1nlSosh6oy0eV8RuVv8xn-HMQPpTwK9yqwLje9ujco_ijqu9HbngEsTZaYKutRwO9FBHmvLxDKuJeHEyF5hcXPW0xATMQCb783g4hkLI-QYPGM1PrAEPk_83i5RgW6Wiww/s1600/Nook_Color.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13x1nlSosh6oy0eV8RuVv8xn-HMQPpTwK9yqwLje9ujco_ijqu9HbngEsTZaYKutRwO9FBHmvLxDKuJeHEyF5hcXPW0xATMQCb783g4hkLI-QYPGM1PrAEPk_83i5RgW6Wiww/s200/Nook_Color.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556687097441495490" /></a>When I moved out, 10 years ago, it was before SVTPlay, e-book readers or Skype. At least it was in the time of the DVD so you could bring Swedish DVDs with you - if you hacked your DVDplayer. TV3's short newsprogram (what was it called? 3 minutes) actually put up an online version of it's news program online - and you might be able to stream it - but that was it.<br /><br />Now we live in a time where you can be in France and watch the Swedish princess wedding in Stockholm live on your iPhone or follow the "Julkalendern" (Swedish children's program in December) as if you were in Swedish (and with nice grandparents who send the paper calendar - it's just like in Sweden).<br /><br />And two months ago I gave myself an e-reader* and now I don't have to wait for the next visit to Sweden to use valuable weight in my suitcases with books to read (even though I ready perfectly fluently in English - it's nice (and important) to read in Swedish as often as I get the chance). With my e-reader I can buy (or borrow when I have my Swedish library card set up) Swedish books in minutes and start reading.<br /><br />My kids thinks it's perfectly natural to turn on their computer and check if grandmom is online, put on the headset and the video and talk on Skype.<br /><br />New technology makes life good for aliens. <div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >(I got the new Nook Color by Barnes&Noble - I'm an Amazon fan and a huge user - but with the Kindle you can't read epub files - the standard used by libraries or Swedish booksellers - only the Amazon books can be read on a Kindle. If you want to use an e-reader to read Swedish books - make sure it can read epub files and install Adobe Digital Editions on your computer and hook the e-reader and ADE together - and hepp - you're good to go!)</span></i></div>J | Swedish Alienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286676273301164725noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36080398.post-12496211437846317802010-12-31T09:07:00.000-08:002010-12-31T09:07:00.775-08:00Happy New Year!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85XlI_ePEDhRXfKggqxy2wD7bV28ajgpJcl_bBAZpcwRuHVj-d_lP716N9_UXKMdPA4R6DxazdEirdWvwDeCDLCveEs6xBGXUlfosbgU4f1ujRopCVx6w48bKZgkHFULYERwa/s1600/champagne-bucket.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85XlI_ePEDhRXfKggqxy2wD7bV28ajgpJcl_bBAZpcwRuHVj-d_lP716N9_UXKMdPA4R6DxazdEirdWvwDeCDLCveEs6xBGXUlfosbgU4f1ujRopCVx6w48bKZgkHFULYERwa/s200/champagne-bucket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556695467559619650" /></a><div style="color: rgb(50, 45, 36); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(50, 45, 36); line-height: 18px; ">We have decided to repeat last year's success and spend New Year's Eve downtown and watch the fireworks - one at 9 pm and one at midnight. I'm Swedish (or European) at heart - I need the year to go out with some major dynamite explosions. The small "puffs" people randomly throw around on New Year's Eve here doesn't count. It should be loud and big. </span></div><div style="color: rgb(50, 45, 36); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(50, 45, 36); line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Usually New Year's is one of the few days of the year when I really feel home sick (Midsummer Eve is the other) - I miss the fantastic feeling of hitting the streets at midnight and everyone is out, cheering, seeing, hearing, smelling the fireworks. Watching the ball drop in New York on rerun from 3 hours earlier just doesn't do the trick... </span></span></div><div style="color: rgb(50, 45, 36); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(50, 45, 36); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(50, 45, 36); line-height: 18px; ">But our newly invented tradition is as close as you get to a European New Year's Eve. </span></div><div style="color: rgb(50, 45, 36); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(50, 45, 36); line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(50, 45, 36); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(50, 45, 36); line-height: 18px; ">I wish all of you a Happy New Year and hope you get to see lots of fireworks!!</span></div><div style="color: rgb(50, 45, 36); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(50, 45, 36); line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></div>J | Swedish Alienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286676273301164725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36080398.post-52703854482738824592010-12-30T19:54:00.000-08:002010-12-30T20:17:54.190-08:00Standards?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5iUGUMmarTAEcB3wsy62U8CmLibrtKxyvBRvtxLtu-QSLewOPLuOHQ7wXCAWFz90Za2fAiWGOqFBK9UB9Hgn9ZuyOXLXUcqQ_tKLzGEuv_g5gdhB22CFfoD0hg8WIDrJxvTF0/s1600/closet+door.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 81px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5iUGUMmarTAEcB3wsy62U8CmLibrtKxyvBRvtxLtu-QSLewOPLuOHQ7wXCAWFz90Za2fAiWGOqFBK9UB9Hgn9ZuyOXLXUcqQ_tKLzGEuv_g5gdhB22CFfoD0hg8WIDrJxvTF0/s200/closet+door.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556691787356986018" /></a>Sometimes the lack of standards here makes me crazy... it sure would make life easier and less adventurous... In our house we have five closets with sliding doors. We have decided to exchange the doors on two closets to sliding doors to make them more accessible. When we started measuring it turns out that the five closet doors have tree different dimensions and when we came to Home Depot it turns out that neither of the dimensions we had can be fit with a sliding door - they have totally different dimensions... And that's just the width - if you add height things are even more complicated. Seems you have to decide what doors you want and then build the closet around them. For about 5 times the price of a "normal closet door" you can special order and it will take at least 6 weeks... that's IF the height is in the "range" of normal. <div><br /></div><div>Oh, sometimes I miss 40, 60, 80 cm as standards... </div><div><br /></div><div>Or maybe things are the same in Sweden when it comes to interior dimensions - after all I've only had a house in the US - never in the US....</div>J | Swedish Alienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05286676273301164725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36080398.post-79457387195446121572010-12-28T10:55:00.001-08:002010-12-28T10:55:47.769-08:00Piggybacking on social networking services<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>When I started up this blog in 2006, I had already been writing my personal family blog (but called it "diary") for over 3 years (and I still do - going on over 7 years now with daily updates), chronicling the life of our family far away from our close family and old friends. The blog was (is) my little outlet of thoughts that wasn't necessarily family related but topics that I wanted to write about still. </p> <p>In 2006 the main issue was how to defeat the standard themes of Blogger... there was no Twitter... Facebook... or Buzz. In the past 4 years life has become swamped with social networking. In essence I love it - it's a way to keep close to friends and family - and meet new friends (as a sidemark - all local Swedes I've connected with here are the result of social networking in different forms). But it can also be time consuming - especially when you use it for your professional life as well (as I do). There are only so many hours in a day.</p> <p>My goal is to maximize effect with minimal effort and try to piggyback on all social networking services so updating and adding will be easy and smooth. It took me all fall to find out a smooth way to do it in my professional life - and now I'm trying to build the same process in my private, social life. Using services as Posterous, Twitterfeed, apps and extensions in Chrome etc. </p> <p>We'll see - bear with me the next couple of days (weeks?) when I try to optimize my flow of thoughts to this blog and get the feeds to work... </p> <p> </p></div>JaCalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01996084472747773269noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36080398.post-40785472816694716552010-12-27T23:20:00.000-08:002010-12-27T23:23:23.536-08:00New Year - new home : www.SwedishAlien.comDear readers (if you're still out there), after a busy couple of months I had to take some time off my dear blog and focusing on other things. Now on Christmas break - I decided to take some time to make some long over due changes and upgrades. I spent some time today looking back at this fall and made a couple of reflections below.<br />
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I'm also moving my blog to it's own domain - a move I've been planning for over a year (or more come to think of it), but never really finding the time. <br />
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From now on A Swedish Alien in California can be followed over at<span style="font-size: large;"><b> <a href="http://www.swedishalien.com/">www.SwedishAlien.com</a></b></span>. Links to here will still work - but if you want to update your blogroll lists - this is the new home. I hope to see you there (here) as I'm preparing for a new, great 2011!<br />
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I've connected a Twitter account to the blog too <span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://twitter.com/aSwedishAlien">www.twitter.com/aSwedishAlien</a></b></span> if you want to follow along there. <br />
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This was the first time in... well... 25 years (?) that I walked and sang in a Lucia procession. I think the grown-ups were more excited than the kids - and we have decided to make it a tradition - we want to do this again! Poor kids... <br />
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We went online to find recepies for "traditional Thanksgiving food" and managed to make both the turkey (we opted for a small one) and green bean casseroll. We cheated on the pumpkin pie and got one from the store (don't tell anyone). Everyone ate everything and we had a lot of fun. We were pretty impressed with ourselves - maybe we'll do this as a tradition. ;-) <br />
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When you fly "domestic" within California - Southwest is your best choice. Southwest is a special airline - voted high in customer satisfaction and - one of few that actually isn't on the verge of bankruptcy... When you are to board a Southwest flight you are assigned a special number - and you have to line up in the exact order when it's time to board. No one has assigned seats - not even travelers in "business class" (there is not business class - only the privilege of getting on board first - and getting a free drink). It's a somewhat nice change from long term flights across the globe - and the best part is that "domestic" California rarely means flying more than an hour. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The fantastic ceiling of Ulvsunda Slott outside Stockholm <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meg Whitman declares defeat in Universal City in LA where <br />
I happened to end up on Midterm Election night. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spent a few rainy days in San Diego in October. Not much use of the rain. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We did see the sun one - one evening. But I did have a great view from my hotel room...</td></tr>
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Since 1999, not far from my grandmother (who passed about a decade earlier), <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greta_Garbo">Greta Garbo</a> is buried here. Greta Garbo grew up in Stockholm but lived most of her life in the US - and between 1941 and the time of her death in April 1990, no one hardly saw her. It took a 9-year legal battle to decide on where she should rest<br />
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She is now resting in a quiet glade in this beautiful cemetery and someone has always put fresh flowers by her grave. <br />
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According to the Entertainment Weekly, the last book (named "The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest" and released in May 2010 in the US) sold 500 000 copies within the first 14 days in the US - which is an average of 35,714 books a day or 1489 books per hour. <br />
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While keeping updated on the progress of the Crown Princess wedding in Stockholm I had a day to walk around in Toulouse - unfortunately in rain. I managed to buy an umbrella despite my total lack of French - and the clerks total lack of English. These are the times you wish the founders of Esperanto had been more successful.<br />
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The wedding was fantastic (or so I assume - I didn't understand any of it - but the bride and groom kissed at the end and looked fabulously happy - so I guess everything went according to plan) - and the couple was so fantastic - I'm pretty sure my friend was a princess in a former life - she sure looked like one. Made me want to get married again. Almost. Nah.<br />
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I got to visit a French castle outside in the country side - darn clouds that kept on blocking the view and the sun. And I kept a firm grip on the person I found (part from the bride) that could speak Swedish and secretly wished I had slept with a Rosetta stone course running in my ears the last couple of weeks before the wedding so I could have made it past "Bonjour, ca va?".<br />
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A few pictures from Toulouse: <br />
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And the princess and her prince:<br />
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I came back to California a wreak - needing vacation from my vacation. ;-) The good thing about summer in California is that sun is guaranteed. No more packing a sweater and a rain coat "in case of" - you can pack away everything until October.<br />
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A few random pictures from Sweden this summer:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm I the only one who has this labyrinth at Skansen as a firm childhood memory? <br />
The alien in me almost cried when I saw my kids run through it - 30 some years later. </td></tr>
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When Eyjafjallajökull decided it was time to wake up last Wednesday night my paretnts was en route to Sweden from CapeTown connecting in Amsterdam and my sister-in-law with family was en route to Sweden from California through Chicago. Needless to say we've ha a busy week trying to figure out flight schedules, alternative routes and what to do if this ash cloud just won't go away...<br />
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After four days my parents arrived in Stockholm after using three different trains, two ferries and a bus. Their luggage is presumably still in Amsterdam and who knows if they'll ever see it again.<br />
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This morning my sister-in-law with family finally took off, five days delayed. Things were looking good enough at 4.20 am this morning - there seemed to be a flight inbound for Chicago (through which they are transferring from here) and there was an estimated departure time and they had confirmed, re-booked tickets.So they took off for the airport and the Chicago flight. <br />
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But when the airport information system in Chicago showed other information than the SAS flight system when arriving there, we were not sure what to think.<br />
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Turns out SAS has a pretty active Facebook team and they have been working non-stop the last couple of days providing people with information to the extent that they could answer (after all - no one really knows where these ash clouds were heading and with authorities unclear with what rules should apply it's sure been a virtual nightmare for everyone trying to have some kind of answer). <br />
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This is the conversation I had with SAS on Facebook this morning - and the captain of the actual flight I'm asking about was online and could help confirm the information we needed (You don't want to go through security at O'Hare's terminal 1 unless it's just minimum time until your departure - for some reason this international terminal, from most international flights (ie LONG flights) depart at O'Hare has no food in any form once you've gone through). <br />
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I like what social media can do with organizations and their communication. You might ask yourself why the same information can be as informal and readily accessible on their actual business websites instead of Facebook - but hey - as of today - we got our answers so I'm happy. And what could be a better confirmation of a flight than the actual captain.<br />
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Anyway, a Fjällräven Kånken is a real classic - every Swede over 30 would know this backpack.JaCalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01996084472747773269noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36080398.post-57261505835832026772010-04-02T11:14:00.000-07:002010-04-05T11:21:20.644-07:00Long-haul flights - part of being an alienWhen I flew back from Sweden, I had to go through Frankfurt. That means that you'll end up on a jumbo, either United's or Lufthansa's. Both are horrible. The are huge, old and outdated. I ended up on Lufthansa's flight and was squeezed in in the back cabin. The jumbos have not inflight entertainment, the only entertainment on the flight is on small screens in the ceiling. On the 11-hour flight, they showed 2 movies, both of which I had seen coming to Europe.<br />
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Luckily I had no one next to me so at least I could move around a bit and sleep and with my extra battery to my iPhone and bag of paperback books I picked up at PocketShop at Arlanda I had my own entertainment. But 11 hours... that's a loooong time to be squeezed in.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This is what you'll stare at for 11 hours on the flight between Frankfurt and San Francisco. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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During our stay in New York, we had meetings in downtown, midtown, uptown in the same day and rush around in the subway, sometimes adding a little taxi drive.<br />
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And as all subways systems... they're pretty nasty in during rush over... and in the New York subway, you have no cell phone coverage.<br />
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During time outs or breaks, all the coaches, always dressed in nice suits, gather on the field, making quick strategies to bring back to the team. All while the audience is entertained by different performances. Even if you don't like basket ball (or fotball or baseball or what ever sport), you still have a good time.<br />
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Me and my co-workers were wearing red caps (Detroit Pistons' color), and cheered when ever Jerebko scored. Which he did pretty frequently, but not often enough to save the Pistons, who lost the game to the Knicks. <br />
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I've fallen behind on my updates - started numerous post, only to fall asleep before finishing up... But here we go - a couple of blog posts are coming right up! <br />
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Scandinavian design runs deep, deep in your veins...<br />
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All kids (in California, can't speak for the other 49 states) that speak a different language at home are flagged as ESL students and monitored extra in school. This is the Daughter's second screening (since it's her second year in the American school system that starts with Kindergarten at age 5) and she made huge progress the last year. We're so proud of her, handling two languages so very natural, switching back and forth...<br />
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We also got her grading, her Grade Progress Report, for the second period of the school year. Here you get grades from 1st Grade (well, you got "grades" in Kindergarten too, but they were more based on attendance) and I love it!<br />
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It's a great way to track what's going on in school and it's still based on a pretty easy scale - N (needs improvement), S (satisfactory), G (good), O (outstanding). For a lot of the "issues" you can't get more than a "G" or "N". You get the grades three times a year and the first and the second time you have a parent-teacher meeting to talk about them. <br />
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The Daughter is doing great - and we can also see some of the issues she had. The teacher writes notes on the grade sheet, following up. The kids (at least in our school) are not aware of the grades and it's not something you really talk about as in "you have to improve your grades", but really a good indication of progress. <br />
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The grading is not only "subject" based like you're used to in Sweden (or were used to - I know nothing about how grading is done these days - my last encounter with Swedish grading was.... long time ago...). You get an indication on "issues" like "Citizenship" like "respect self and others", "makes responsible choices", and "Work habits" such as "follow directions", "stays on task", and "Area efforts" in areas such as "technology", "visual and performance arts", and "physical education". My Daughter is "outstanding" at handing in homework (she should thank her mom!) and "satisfactory" in "staying on task". ;-)JaCalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01996084472747773269noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36080398.post-26548416164368298392010-02-28T10:35:00.000-08:002010-02-28T10:35:00.245-08:00Thumb prints...When I signed up for the office I had to sign the lease by identifying myself... with my thumb print... Just like when we bought the house, the Notary came in when signing and got our thumb prints in her big book. To a Swede, that feels like... ancient... But, in a country where you don't have such a rigid system with the "personal numbers" - I guess this is a good way to ensure identity... <br />
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