The Americans in Sweden Facebook group has a list of frequently asked question about living in Sweden. Doyle has some ideas for the list.
I got an email today that my credit score in the US is stronger. I apparently passed a threshold into well-regarded terrain.
Isn't it odd to have climbing creditworthiness in a country where I have no job or income, and where I haven't lived for more than a decade? Then again, if having and doing nothing is good, why isn't my score perfect?
We went to the Vasa museum yesterday. A lot of museums take a wide topic and pack in everything. The Vasa is more my style. It's about one thing: a massive, pimped-out ship that sank about three minutes into its maiden voyage but couldn't be found for three hundred years.
At other museums, I mostly learn how much I don't know. At the Vasa, you get it. You walk around and look at the vessel. When you get tired there's more than one section to sit and stare at the vessel. You get the story of the disaster, the discovery and the restoration. The only thing I don't get is why in a corner of the museum there's a picture of Arnold.
Poor palm tree. I bet it's thinking what I sometimes think in Sweden: how did I end up here?
At the pool today there were two fire trucks parked outside. In the lobby was this scene (above). I learned the firemen were training in the water and set it up so they could jump into their hero pants and boots in case they got called to a fire. But my first thought was they came here, jumped out of their boots and into the water because they were on fire.
I went to a bandy match this weekend. A couple of the referees were Russian, and visiting from Russia to do the game. The picture below is not them.
There was a piece of trash stuck in the tree outside our building. We looked at it every morning for years. And then yesterday a guy climbed the tree and cut the piece of trash down. I miss you trash.
So great to spend some quality time with the kids yesterday sledding.
I went running today. You got to stick with your New Year's fitness resolution for the first few weeks. But how much longer after that? How soon in the year can you ditch your year-long commitment without embarrassing yourself?
Luckily, for Christmas I got a fitness wristband. One of those smart devices that tracks your activeness. When people see it on my arm they start talking about health and assume I'm working out. So I realized: to look like I'm committed to my health kick, all I need is to wear the wristband.
A lot of times these smart devices don't help much. But I feel smarter already.
I’ve been looking for angles to cover immigration tension in Europe. I’m an immigrant in Europe, and nationalism is simmering everywhere. Yesterday’s shootings in Paris made me reluctant to keep pursuing the topic. Too dangerous to write about. But that reaction feels wrong.
It feels as wrong to let extremism hinder 'freedom of the blog' as it is to let it prevent freedom of the press. Even for a small-time, largely unfollowed blogger in far-away Sweden, like me.
I remember I was nervous in September when I did a spoof on Sweden’s far-right party. I’m nervous about most stories I post. You never know how they'll be received. Yesterday's event reminds me I should be more worried feeling I can't post at all.
There are fears the shootings will stir up Islamophobia. I'm nervous saying Islamophobia and the steady advance of anti-immigration politics in Europe look equally as dangerous as cartoonist killers. But I'm glad I can say it.