Friday, September 28, 2012

"but one day"

as of late (as you may have noticed here and here), i have developed a crush on the swedish language. then again, this comes at no surprise since 1) i am not taking a french class this semester (maybe why i lack so much motivation?), 2) swedish is every day, and, 3) seriously, we are learning TONS of words/grammar functions/verbs/pronouns/etc. if words had weight according to their newness to your mouth and mind, then i would be way over my recommended BMI. if words were grain, I have been feed as much as a goose whose liver is destined to become foie gras (awful image there).  and yet, it has been wonderful.

along with new words and funny vowels (like åöä) in this language comes the 
culture and the music. the church hymnbook in swedish has a song that isn't in any other non-scandinavian hymnbook. it's called "blott en dag" and it's the swedish equivalent of "souviens-toi" that hasn't yet lost its charm ("souviens-toi" lost all appeal after it was slayed by continuous repetition in the MTC). "blott en dag" is so lovely and I may or may not have listened to it on repeat for an hour today (and sung along to it quietly in the office)...

so, here's your chance to do the same. plus, sissel's early years as a singer are just are magical as her present.  i think this song, as cheesy as it may seem, is like my swedish "champs elysées," the song that first inspired me to learn french.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

grattis på födelsedagen!

in preparation for grad school applications, Phil and I took a practice GRE this morning at 9am. By 12, our brains were of a creamed corn consistency, but we finished and did decently. i did much better on the verbal than the practice test I took a few months ago, and I was in the 73rd percentile for the math/quantitative part. it's nothing to brag about (especially if you are philip i-eat-mathematics-for-breakfast white and such a score would cause a total meltdown), but this little french major who hasn't taken a math class since high school calculus was happy. 

afterwards we were invited up to salt lake for a little surprise birthday dinner at cheesecake factory for my friend/Swedish teacher, Jacky. we ate so much bread and pasta and cheesecake. we thought it was kinda funny that they offer a "low-carb" cheesecake selection. i figure if i am going to eat cheesecake, then i am going to eat full-fledged, fully calorific cheesecake!

jacky, dane / fatima, ben / us

Sunday, September 16, 2012

i don't like doing homework at 2 am. what i really want to think about is

how Phil and I bought cheap round trip tickets to
for next spring after I fiiiiiinally graduate!

plus, by that time, I will be done with Swedish 102 and ready to swedify it up in the land of IKEA and meatballs. seriously, French will always be my love, but Swedish is kind of incredibly wonderful and
but, I've only had three weeks of it so far,
so we'll see how I feel come finals.

the plan: staying in Sweden and then renting a car and driving down through Denmark, Germany, the Netherlands, and Belgium so we can, of course, visit some dear friends and iconic sites in beloved France. then we'll drive the getup back up to Sweden (40 hours round trip = road trip of  a lifetime).

this is holy-heavens-dreams-come-true excited!
plus, anything this cool sounds so much better than working on this paper... 

Monday, September 3, 2012

on the present and the past

you know when something you read
just makes you stop and reflect a little deeper?
i liked this quote from my folklore reading tonight.

"When customs and life have changed, then one should not be surprised to see earlier singing changed [to fit] the present, for songs depict the times in which they originate. Nothing is quite so laughable as a person who does not value the present [and] looks askance at everything that does not fit the patterns of former times. Every age has its own character, life, and essence, nor can the former time be brought back, no matter how we drag it by the coattails. . . . I say this because of those people who sorrow over the falling of an old tree and do not understand that from a sprout a new tree can rise up if it is not trampled underfoot."
- Elias Lönnrot in Kanteletar