Hej!I decided I really need to make an update every week… otherwise I might forget about it! I will start off this post by telling you what I am watching on Danish TV right now… well, actually I wasn’t watching it… I just happened to look up just as a women was caught having an affair with a kids’ birthday clown…(a real person, with this profession, …not a blow up doll, or anything like that…) …and the funny thing about Danish TV is that the way it’s filmed makes everything look like a reality TV show… the everyday lives of the Danish… so, I think what I am trying to say it that it is funny, but also disorienting, not only because I can’t understand what they are saying, but because I am stuck trying to decide if this is supposed to be something that “really happened.”
Well, because I am tired, it is late, and Mr. Matt Bergh Skyped up all my blogging time, I am going to keep this post short, but full of pictures. (I wonder what this sentence would mean to someone reading it 20 years ago???)
Well, because I am tired, it is late, and Mr. Matt Bergh Skyped up all my blogging time, I am going to keep this post short, but full of pictures. (I wonder what this sentence would mean to someone reading it 20 years ago???)
Haha, little did these two red-adorned people know that they were creating the perfect picture!!
Hmmm… I think the only story I will tell this time is going to have to be about a Danish University Bar/dance party/protest thing… we were venturing over to what we thought was a Danish student protest (which was to show the students disapproval of the governments plan to cut student stipends) …as a side note, Danes do not have to pay for school, and additionally all students receive a government stipend in order to pay for the cost of living while they are in school. Hmmm… that sounds nice to me. Yeah? …well, we arrived… but it seems that either we missed the action packed protest, there wasn’t one, or the Danes protest by throwing dance and DJ parties… because that is what we encountered. Needless to say, it was fun… as dancing always is… but again, remember… it was a bar/dance party/protest compete with a group of DJs in university buildings… the part that I wanted to emphasis here was that it was all IN UNIVERSITY BUILDINGS, they really do have bars in them.
The best part of the party were the DJ girls… haha, oh my… they were all bopping around and dressed up in some funny mangled looking costumes … I asked them what they were supposed to be, and they said “Tams and Arms” and I said, “What do you mean, Tams and Arms?” and the girl asked her friend what tams would be in English, but apparently she didn’t know, or though that is was the same, because she said, “you know, Tams and Arms” Well, I went home that night still wondering what a Tam was… so the next day at work I looked it up in the Danish online dictionary, and it just so happens that Tams are slang for intestines…? Haha. Yeah. slang, for intestines. J Here is a picture of The “Tams and Arms” DJ Girls:
Hmmm… I think the only story I will tell this time is going to have to be about a Danish University Bar/dance party/protest thing… we were venturing over to what we thought was a Danish student protest (which was to show the students disapproval of the governments plan to cut student stipends) …as a side note, Danes do not have to pay for school, and additionally all students receive a government stipend in order to pay for the cost of living while they are in school. Hmmm… that sounds nice to me. Yeah? …well, we arrived… but it seems that either we missed the action packed protest, there wasn’t one, or the Danes protest by throwing dance and DJ parties… because that is what we encountered. Needless to say, it was fun… as dancing always is… but again, remember… it was a bar/dance party/protest compete with a group of DJs in university buildings… the part that I wanted to emphasis here was that it was all IN UNIVERSITY BUILDINGS, they really do have bars in them.
The best part of the party were the DJ girls… haha, oh my… they were all bopping around and dressed up in some funny mangled looking costumes … I asked them what they were supposed to be, and they said “Tams and Arms” and I said, “What do you mean, Tams and Arms?” and the girl asked her friend what tams would be in English, but apparently she didn’t know, or though that is was the same, because she said, “you know, Tams and Arms” Well, I went home that night still wondering what a Tam was… so the next day at work I looked it up in the Danish online dictionary, and it just so happens that Tams are slang for intestines…? Haha. Yeah. slang, for intestines. J Here is a picture of The “Tams and Arms” DJ Girls:
Well... hmmm since that is my only story for the night, I'll just post a bunch of pictures... ummm well this is some bathroom graffiti from the "Tams and Arms" night... I'm not sure why, but I always seem to think these things are interesting...
Hehe, I like the trees here ...they remind me of Harry Potter.
Oh, did you know? You can find McDonalds in Demark. What a surprise. Some Danish guy tried to convince me that Danish McDonalds is more healthy than American McDonlds... hmmm, right. ...some how that is quite hard to believe... I think Danes just like to comfort themselves with that thought.
Ohhh Dark and Mysterious...
Oh! Next weeks post might be exciting because I am going up to Northern Denmark to meet/visit my relatives (who I have never met before)... and I'm kind of nervous! But also very excited!
Oh my, I am so tired... I must go to sleep. Should I end with a quote? Would that be fun? Let's see here...
"To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart, is true for all men-- that is genius."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
I think it would easy to misunderstand that quote... because it is said in such a roundabout way... but I suppose it's more fun that way. right?
Hmmm, lovely to end on a cheesey note.
Goodnight! Sleep tight! and all that stuff...
Just me,
-Megan.
Yay for European political activism! It reminds me of the movie "V for Vendetta" and the quote "Governments should be afraid of their people, not people afraid of their governments." If you did anything like that around here you could get sprayed with tear gas and arrested for "Disturbing the Peace." Ugh...disgusting.
ReplyDeleteIt seems you seemed shocked that they had a slang word for "intestines." I don't know if you realized this, but we have a slang word too--it's "guts." Haha...just a little FYI in case you didn't think of it...
I'm so incredibly jealous that you're going to see our relatives next week! Tell me how it goes. For some reason, I invision Michelle being a lot like Danielle, and Natascha being like Apryl. Let me know if I'm right...because I think that's how it's going to go.
Stay safe, and have fun!
(Gosh, you have NO idea how jeaous I am...my time will come in like 4 months!!)
P.S. - I'm sure you figured out this is Adam...but I don't understand how this posting thing works...so I'm going as anonymous.