<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:11:29.494-07:00</updated><category term='nyc'/><category term='Aarhus'/><title type='text'>I don't speak Danish</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-5431314615013956987</id><published>2009-04-04T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:50:27.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved on..</title><content type='html'>Since I've gotten a few comments, I have actually moved back to the USA and am now currently living back in New York City.  I absolutely loved Århus and Denmark in general and felt extremely welcomed as a foreigner.  If anyone has questions you can email me at coragano[at]gmail[dot]com and I'd be happy to share any Denmark related info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-5431314615013956987?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/5431314615013956987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=5431314615013956987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/5431314615013956987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/5431314615013956987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2009/04/moved-on.html' title='Moved on..'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-9019524612502952575</id><published>2008-04-16T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:10:34.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super siked</title><content type='html'>As the title of this post indicates, I'm super siked about my latest purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2419703830_6aaf35fa5b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.  Also thanks to Anders figuring out how the shit color profiles work, the colors don't get all fucked up when saving for web anymore which is nice.  I mean, I've only gone like 5 years wondering about that.  Also on a somewhat related note, when messing around with saving options I discovered you can check into &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subversion_%28software%29"&gt;subversion&lt;/a&gt; with photoshop.  That is rad as shit.  Another reason to be siked I suppose though I really doubt I'll ever use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-9019524612502952575?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/9019524612502952575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=9019524612502952575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/9019524612502952575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/9019524612502952575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/04/super-siked.html' title='Super siked'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-4805464049491036903</id><published>2008-04-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:21:31.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i &lt;3 MG</title><content type='html'>I've seen so many ripoffs of this but I've never seen one giving love to the man that made it possible.  Anyway, I love you Milton Glaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/2392237943_3c804aff8e_o.png"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-4805464049491036903?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/4805464049491036903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=4805464049491036903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/4805464049491036903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/4805464049491036903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-3-mg.html' title='i &lt;3 MG'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-2938700063195017832</id><published>2008-04-05T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:23:14.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin-tastic</title><content type='html'>So over easter break I went to visit my amigo MR in Berlin and it was faaantastic. You expect Berlin to be very gray and German, which it is in some parts.  However, I was surprised to find how much it reminded me of Paris just in the way that it feels.  I stayed in the eastern part of Berlin (the cool part) and though I have no basis for saying so, it is what I imagine 80s new york city was like; a little run down but charm around every turn.  That said, I took some pictures though probably not enough, but I'll be back there soon enough so probably more then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2390114429_a81e5f8f13_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked my train a bit late so I had to switch trains 3 times which kind of sucked.  This was switch number 2 in Hamburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2189/2390114713_da1b0e9318_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random building in east Berlin.  I have no idea what it was, but it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/2390114501_ffb724b208_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was across the street.  Yup i'm the guy that went to berlin and took pictures of old apple computers.  Honestly though, this was all that was in the store, I really don't get the point.  It was just a random side street as well.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3242/2390946672_491e6df881_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR and Eric.  MR was a year behind me at skidmore and eric was 2 years ahead.  I had no idea Eric and Jules (next picture) even lived in berlin until we met up with them at a wine bar (which by the way was amazing, pay like 2 euro for a glass, drink a lot, then pay what you want on your way out).  This was in a bombed out building converted into a multilevel bar.  It definitely seemed to be well on it way to its transition to a tourist spot, but it was still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2390946796_cd19b8c18a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a crappy picture of Jules. Jules was the year above me at Skidmore, so with the four of us in Berlin, we spanned 4 years of skidmore history, that's kind of crazy but it was really awesome at the same time.  Eric, Jules and MR are all much more artistic than myself and unlike me they are much more committed to making art so I can't wait to see what comes out of Berlin from these three soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/2390114327_1d9b7d09eb_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we all went to a traditional German restaurant. In all honesty though it was fantastic.  Denmark really doesn't have mexican and man, I missed burritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2390114835_72cc221f4a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sony center in downtown Berlin. A gigantic superfluous structure that was actually pretty cool.  It is one of the first strides in redeveloping the new downtown Berlin from what I understand and I think it's really neat to see a city kind of in the middle of re-inventing itself.  It's odd because there is obviously so much history with the Berlin wall etc and the city is really doing its best to become an modernized and central German hub while still retaining ties to a somewhat embarrassing history.  Not that it is, but I think Germans have a soft spot about it despite current generations having nothing to do with it.  Perhaps I'm imposing a foreigners view, in fact, I probably am, but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/2390947438_96eb680d12_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recognition of said history this is a picture of the holocaust memorial which is much cooler in person.  If you look at it from the outside its actually a bit unimpressive.  I didn't really 'get' the memorial until I walked down into the center of it.  When you get there the ground actually sinks a bit and you find yourself enveloped by these huge stone columns.  I was actually surprised how different the views were from inside and outside the monument.  Under the monument there is a small exhibit you can walk around which was very nicely designed.  Really nice organization of information and typography, I though it was really great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in sharp contrast to the Checkpoint Charlie museum which I was anxious to see at the recommendation of many travel books.  I was really disappointed when I got inside though.  The exhibition design was absolutely terrible.  There was simply too much information and it was completely unorganized to boot.  I think there were a lot of great stories that were told in the museum (which was really just a collection of rooms connected by many flights of stairs and confusing corridors).  I understand the problem of having too much fascinating material, but I think but putting it all in it diluted what would have otherwise been a very compelling exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few more pictures that I may try to post soon but overall Berlin is really terrific and I can't wait to see it in nicer weather.&lt;/im&gt;&lt;/im&gt;&lt;/im&gt;&lt;/im&gt;&lt;/im&gt;&lt;/im&gt;&lt;/im&gt;&lt;/im&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-2938700063195017832?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/2938700063195017832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=2938700063195017832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/2938700063195017832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/2938700063195017832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/04/berlin-tastic.html' title='Berlin-tastic'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-5182270813444307916</id><published>2008-02-24T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:46:11.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web business</title><content type='html'>I was looking through the server on which my site is hosted and just noticed all the crap I've accumulated over the years.  Here's a short list of some abandoned projects and miscellaneous treasures found on my server:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.charliewhitney.com/awesome - My initial Papervision3d test&lt;br /&gt;http://www.charliewhitney.com/dae/Untitled-3.swf - More Papervision, but this time a collada import test&lt;br /&gt;http://www.charliewhitney.com/dae/pv3.swf - Yet more pv3d.&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/hungry/hungry.swf - My much talked about recipe site that I never got around to finishing. (You can submit them, you just can't see them)&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/cam/ - My attempt to make an image gallery that would be browseable by waving your hand right or left in from of your webcam. It sort of works..&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/cgmap2.html - A google maps mashup that I actually used quite a bit for a while.  I had dreams of turning it into a more full fledged application but again, never finished.&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/flashblog - My ill fated flash blog. Someday I'd like to actually do this when I have the time and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures -&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/other/board.jpg  - My old skateboard&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/other/gameboy.jpg - I was really into drawing gameboys for a while for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/other/popsicle.jpg - "Lol.  Remember sars?"  I do.&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/other/venus%20elephant2.jpg - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/other/walkR.jpg - I was trying to develop an adventure game where you clicked and your character walked around and stuff.  Somewhere there is an animation of this guy walking.&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/other/yay.jpg - The first time I solved that damn cube.&lt;br /&gt;http://charliewhitney.com/other/charliestamp.swf - The only animation I think I've ever done start to finish in Swift3d.  Good thing I got that grant to buy the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so much for the past, now onwards.  I really want to register a new domain so the other night I was listening to rap and just typed in random lyrics to see what was available.  Here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domains unfortunately taken:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.supermandatho.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.picturemerollin.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.whatitis.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.damngirl.com/&lt;br /&gt;http:/www.runthis.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tickatape.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mywordisbond.com/ (registered by another whiteboy designer)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.beatbiter.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.shutupstupid.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.getuponit.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domains unfortunately available:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wordisbond.net/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.picturemerollin.net/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wherethefuckaremykeys.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crackdatrobocop.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.shortieswith40s.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.stackthatpape.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fattransit.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.twentyfoseven.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I've decided not to go with rap lyrics though and I think I know what I'm going to buy but I'll save that for another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-5182270813444307916?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/5182270813444307916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=5182270813444307916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/5182270813444307916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/5182270813444307916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/02/web-business.html' title='Web business'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-1268100791681885747</id><published>2008-02-15T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:05:15.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 måneder</title><content type='html'>Today is my 6 month anniversary of moving to Denmark and unsurprisingly time seems to have gone by in a flash.  Though I feel like I got here just yesterday, looking back I can tell just how much I'm gotten accustomed to life here.  So here is a breakdown of what I've learned in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Food&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon first moving here I knew little about Danish food and when I asked Danes to describe their cuisine, it was usually described as 'kind of gross' or just unimpressive.  In my expereince Danish food is a little dull though ultimately delicious.  It's not exactly your fancy french cooking with wine sauce or anything.  You're far more likely to run into "brown sauce"  which doesn't need much more explanation.  The diet is very meat and potatoes (literally) but I've become really fond of lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2320/2267690932_a07703c85f_o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos are actually pretty old and are back from the old office, but you should get the idea.  Lunch is a huge pile of meats and cheeses and whatever else and you just dive in and make an open-faced sandwich.  Anyone who knows me from my TODA days will recall that it was PB&amp;J pretty much every day.  Well NO MORE.  I eat so many different things these days I don't know if I could ever return to the simple pleasures of peanut butter.  How do you come down from rugbrøg, chili gouda, cream cheese and jalapenos?  Well, I can't imagine it's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2136/2267690844_24fa002f5f_o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we've got rugbrød (the bread), roast beef, remoulade (the bright yellow stuff, much like a relish), tomates and dijonaise it looks like.  Man that dijonaise is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2367/2266902685_6debb9f992_o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what have we here?  It's a Denmark classic.  Leverpostei (liver, but it's practically the danish peanut butter), cucumbers and roasted onions.  In the background you can see the red beets which are very hard to pronounce in Danish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Culture&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I can't really claim to know very much about Danish culture there are a lot of small things, some of which were raised in the post a couple of days ago.  Bascially it's a little tough to get into Danish culture because I don't speak the language and am the foreigner and everyone treats you like it.  Not that it's a bad thing, people are lovely here but mostly having lived in very large cities it's tough for me to get a grasp on a smaller, more intimate city.  Also it's in Denmark.  In general I've found people to be super nice, but perhaps a little hard to connect with.  In contrast, in the states people are quicker to write you off initially but are quick to accept you as a good friend.  If you can make it past that wall however, people here are really good to one another.  Again I can't speak for the population one a large level but the friends I have here are some of the best people I've met in my life.  Nearly every single one is one of those deeper connections you really keep with you.  It's almost crazy.  Because of the socialized  government everyone in Denmark really has a chance to make it and I think homelessness is almost a choice you have to make.  Most people are really seen as equal and I think people carry this over to their personal relationships.  And to quickly touch on diversity, there really isn't any.  I've seen like 5 black people here, but you do get a fair amount of middle eastern people as well as polish.  Also the practice of picking cans out of the trash happens here, and it's always old chinese women.  Whenever I see that I smile; it feels just like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Langauge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Danish is a tough language.  It's not pronounced very much like it is spelled, and even then Danish people like to cram a lot of words together or just leave some out sometimes.  "Tak skal du have" might become "tak sk'ha"  It's usually spoken pretty quickly as well which leaves me, as a foreigner, in the dust.  However, I think I'm making some pretty big strides.  I take Danish lessons twice a week and I'm getting there.  I even read a book.  I went to Paris for New Years and it felt extremely foreign, I really missed hearing Danish actually.  It started to become second nature to say 'tak' and 'undskyld' which I guess is a sign that I'm catching on.  I feel a little slow on the uptake and it's probably because everyone in Denmark speaks amazing English.  Everyone.  Amazing.  It's really pretty surprising at first.  Of course one must realize that Danish isn't very useful outside Denmark save maybe Greenland (which is Denmark territory btw), but I don't think that even Danish people really want to go there.  I've run into 2 people that don't speak it well and they are the pizza guy at Hawaii Pizza and the turkish guys who run the barber shop I go to.  Fortunately all they do is make pizza and cut hair respectively, so you can't go too wrong.  I mean, it's not like I'll go in for a pizza and walk out with new shoes or something.  Worst case is I get the wrong delicious pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Work&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my job.  There are such good people there and the work is infinitely more interesting than previous jobs.  I know like half the people who read this are my coworkers so I won't dwell on it, but yes.  I think it's fantastic and I'm worried that I've been spoiled and will forever be thinking up reasons why future jobs aren't as good as hello monday.  We've launched some cool stuff recently though so check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hellomonday.com"&gt;http://www.hellomonday.com&lt;/a&gt; has some updates (notice '.com' mofos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gudrunoggudrun.com"&gt;http://www.gudrunoggudrun.com&lt;/a&gt; designed by sebastian and programmed by me is looking good.  A few more touchups and it will be ready for the award circuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.businessaarhus.dk"&gt;http://www.businessaarhus.dk&lt;/a&gt; designed by jeppe and given life through johanna, never ends but was a neat project to work on all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing quite well myself.  I'm pretty happy to be here and I'm nice and healthy.  I think I eat a lot better than I did in the states and I'm also eating less.  I initially dropped a cool 20 pounds when I first moved here and I've put a few back on though I am still 2 belt notches shy of when I entered the country.  As of tonight I weigh 185 pounds (84 kilo) which is just about where I should be, so that's all good. And because peeps be askin, here is me in front of a canvas for my roommate that I will finish in another 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2227/2267757040_d7c32c4710_o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen tv in 6 months so I spend a good amount of time in front of my computer for entertainment.  Invariably, you get popups and stuff, but though I never though about it, it was quite obvious that they would be different here.  I try to remember to take screenshots when there is a good one so here are a few I've grabbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2266998841_ba15c9bd28_o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in the US isn't all that great.  If only I could warn these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: Johanna and Pelle got married over the weekend and didn't tell anyone. That is crazy.  Afterwards they got some Burger King.  That is awesome.  Since Jo and Palle are one of the big reasons I'm still alive in Denmark I'm thrilled for them.  Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Next Six&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've had a great time here but now coming up is the back 9 and more importantly, nice weather!  I feel like I should set some goals but I'm really bad at following through on doing things for myself.  So instead here are some think that I'd like to do without calling them goals.&lt;br /&gt;- kick more ass at work.  I feel like I'm getting to be a pretty good programmer and each site is really a step up coding wise.  I'd really like to kick up my production rate and make some really impressive work.  I'd also like to try to design more in my spare time as I've gotten quite rusty.  I think that exercising helps with thinking in that it helps stimulate your mind.  In the same way I think designing and drawing helps stimulate your creativity which is essential for problem solving in code.&lt;br /&gt;- meet some more people.  I love the people I know now but it would be nice to know a few more people.  I'm a huge stick-in-the-mud so I should just get off my ass and make the effort.&lt;br /&gt;- exercise a little?  I probably won't but it would be nice.  Besides walking around 2km to work and back I don't do much else for physical activity.  Hopefully warm weather will make me get out.&lt;br /&gt;- travel.  this one I really have to do and I'm sure I will.  If you're planning a european trip anytime this year let me know and we'll meet up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I'll probably be back in MA/NY late may early june for a little so we should meet up and you can laugh at how i talk weird after a couple drinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-1268100791681885747?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/1268100791681885747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=1268100791681885747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/1268100791681885747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/1268100791681885747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/02/6-mneder.html' title='6 måneder'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-8385449937929336840</id><published>2008-02-13T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:43:22.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch my feet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7hwzZ74rVY8/R7NySkYYw8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/I_QTA0bW5fg/s400/Picture+4.png"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are famous.  It's true.  Foot model is going on my resume.  What am I talking about you ask?  Well if you visit toda.com you'll see a video some hairy legs connected to some large feet fit into socks which were obviously not meant for feet that size.  Ya, that's me.  That has been up, oh I don't know, 7 months or so?  But just recently my feet got the shout out on the american apparrel website.  Recognize (&lt;a href="http://www.americanapparel.net/presscenter/dailyupdate/dailyUp.asp?d=30&amp;t=952"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-8385449937929336840?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/8385449937929336840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=8385449937929336840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/8385449937929336840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/8385449937929336840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/02/watch-my-feet.html' title='Watch my feet!'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7hwzZ74rVY8/R7NySkYYw8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/I_QTA0bW5fg/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-3159183885519421889</id><published>2008-02-09T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:52:43.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate lists</title><content type='html'>I almost hate to do this because these lists are always pretty stupid.  However(!), I think these are all very true and it gives a little insight into little aspects of Danish life that I myself have really noticed as well.  So having said that, here is a list copied from the interwebs plus little comments by me marked with stars (*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to the supermarket and buy three good beers and 10 not too good ones.&lt;br /&gt;*Its really common to go into supermarkets and just pull a couple beers out of a six pack. It's much more mixing and matching than I'm used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You honestly believe that the distance between Copenhagen and Aarhus is long.&lt;br /&gt;*It is fucking long. Like 4 hours by train.  That's NYC to Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you do on entering a bank/post office/pharmacy etc. is to look for the queue number machine.&lt;br /&gt;*Yup, it sucks and was really confusing initially.  You get a little slip of paper with a number, kind of like at a deli or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accept that you will have to queue to take a queue number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a stranger on the street smiles at you, you assume that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. he is drunk;&lt;br /&gt;b. he is insane;&lt;br /&gt;c. he is American;&lt;br /&gt;d. he is all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I guess people don't smile but I usually try not to look at people anyways for fear they will ask me something in Danish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember when to say "please" and "excuse me".&lt;br /&gt;*There isn't a Danish word for please, so I don't really know what this one is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to believe that if it weren't for Denmark's efforts, the world would probably collapse pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the meaning of life has something to do with the word "hyggelig".&lt;br /&gt;*hyggelig basically means cozy which is a word you only really use if you're trying to give someone a veiled gay compliment.  Here they say it all the time and like this one implies, I'm not really sure about it.  I sort of know what it means, but I feel like it has a lot more to do with the Danish culture than I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very surprised when you receive compliments about ANYTHING - including your appearance/clothing! In fact when you do, you find it suspicious and start thinking they might have ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've completely forgotten what a "date" is - no one ever comes to pick you up and unexpected gifts are VERY unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't think it strange that no one ever comes by to visit without being invited and you never show up at any one's place unannounced either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't dream of coming even 10 minutes early to a party. (Once around the block is always an alternative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself lighting candles when you have guests - even if it is brightly sunny outside and 20 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;*This one is definitely true.  The Danes love their candles and it has started to rub off.  In the grocery store there is a big shelf just for candles.  The section for candles is maybe 5 or 6 shelves and I think there are just 2 for cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry about that, but it's little funny Danish culture things that you don't really know until you live here for a while.  Speaking of which, I've been here for nearly 6 months.  That's ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-3159183885519421889?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/3159183885519421889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=3159183885519421889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/3159183885519421889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/3159183885519421889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hate-lists.html' title='I hate lists'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-3645620068587107249</id><published>2008-02-05T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:55:54.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck! i just set my headphones on fire and now my room smells like burning rubber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-3645620068587107249?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/3645620068587107249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=3645620068587107249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/3645620068587107249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/3645620068587107249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuck-i-just-set-my-headphones-on-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-5811101572452287752</id><published>2008-01-05T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:09:57.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cursed holiday</title><content type='html'>New Years Eve is a cursed holiday for me.  Every year something always happens to make it a train wreck of a night.  What better way to welcome a new year?  Not that I want to get into it, but in the past couple of years there was the time we thought my friend Justin was dead, the time I accidentally mixed prescription medicine with alcohol (sidenote, turns out I'm deathly allergic to amoxicillin), and then the fist fight between my two good friends; just so you know what we're dealing with.  My friends and I have learned to look back at these and laugh (oh Justin, remember that time we thought you were dead? har har har), but I don't think I'll be laughing about this one for a long time.  (The rest of the entry is me whining, so feel free to stop reading here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/2169608397_8349b8966f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is a simple one though.  My family is nice enough I suppose, but being around each other for more than a few hours at a time begins to cause a lot of friction.  Someone decided we had to go down to the Champs Elysees (though later there would be much arguing about whose stupid idea is had been with nobody eager to take credit).  We sensibly decided that we would be able to make it across Paris in 15 minutes on New Years Eve and get over there with plenty of time to admire the Arc De Triomphe before the corks popped.  During the four days we were there we typically spent as much time planning our route as actually in transit, however, this being our first night we argued 20 minutes prior to setting off and then the whole time on the train.  It quickly became apparent that we weren't going to make it, and decided we didn't want to spend new years on the subway so we jumped out at the nearest stop and tried to follow the crowds hoping it would lead to some festivities.  So now here we are, Paris, the city of love and fine wine, except we are under a bridge in the middle of nowhere because it started raining.  We rung in 2008 much like we would spend the rest of our trip, arguing over a map.  We looked for the train station we'd just come out of but couldn't find it again.  Also being unable to locate a cab we began our long walk home shooting mental daggers at anyone smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-5811101572452287752?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/5811101572452287752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=5811101572452287752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/5811101572452287752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/5811101572452287752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/01/cursed-holiday.html' title='The cursed holiday'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-3315696608960888372</id><published>2008-01-05T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:33:41.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Jul!</title><content type='html'>It's Christmastime in Denmark and I was lucky enough to spend it with Jeppe and his family.  I don't know when I've felt more welcome, especially at the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2149/2170215206_d90e324baf_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the real candles on the tree. I guess I've always thought of this as pretty dangerous but I was assured at the most there has just been a little smoke and never any real fires.  Sweet!  Anyway safety is probably the last thing you're thinking about while dancing around the tree and singing songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2170215646_442b69b276_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was also pretty amazing.  Traditional Danish cooking is sort of weird just in that it's pretty straight forward, but also pretty delicious.  It almost seems equal parts taste and tradition.  Kind of like drinking schnapps at julefrokost, it's gross, but you keep doing it anyways.  Here is the classic mother and daughter generational cooking method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2089/2169420381_56f505c16f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This method is called "drink until it tastes good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2105/2170215862_181cff7d5a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what's cooking!  Just look at that pan full of sugar.  That's what I call cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/2169421047_a6f882bc1a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the meal winds down with lots of wine.  And it's almost time for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/2170217666_a180013739_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice pudding!  Now there is a tradition in which somewhere in the giant serving bowl of rice pudding (which really was quite large) there is hidden a whole almond.  If you end up with this almond, then you get a prize, so it is in your best interest to eat as much pudding as you possibly can so as to increase your odds.  Now the tricky part, if you get the almond the idea is to hide it as long as possible so that everyone else gets sick trying to eat all the rest of the pudding too fast.  Just to you know, add a little injury to insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/2169421895_8c1235b2dd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what it looks like when you win.  I've played this game twice now, and have won both times.  I figure the odds of this are around 1 in 64 so I pretty much rule.  The first time I won I didn't know the hiding the almond thing but this time I made so to hold on to it as long as I could, but trying to hide an almond under your tongue is only comfortable for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2082/2170217386_e889c0948c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner it was time for a visit from santa!  It was met with joy and a little confusion, but in the end it works out for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2023/2169422737_1e7dd9a642_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2353/2169420843_064ff80874_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2145/2169421635_aa34c5b688_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glædelig jul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2225/2170216596_f87bb876e9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-3315696608960888372?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/3315696608960888372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=3315696608960888372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/3315696608960888372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/3315696608960888372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-jul.html' title='God Jul!'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-2534157596286793024</id><published>2008-01-05T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:13:26.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well its a bit late so now I'm playing catch up. There is of course no thanksgiving in Denmark so this was just a little something to remind me of home.  Happy thanksgiving! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2388/2169419949_5776fe738b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-2534157596286793024?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/2534157596286793024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=2534157596286793024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/2534157596286793024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/2534157596286793024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-327112029000751964</id><published>2007-12-04T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:35:41.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things</title><content type='html'>As I'm getting used to all things Danish I find myself less and less surprised by the small things but thinking back today there are a lot of small things that threw me off a bit in the beginning.  Here is a small list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Light switches are typically small square buttons and flip the opposite direction.  ie. down is on.&lt;br /&gt;2. When people go grocery shopping you only shop for a day or two, not the whole week.  For this reason you don't see many shopping carts.&lt;br /&gt;3. Because there are no shopping carts homeless people can't keep their stuff in them as is the fashion in nyc.  Instead they use handtrucks or fashion rickshaw type carriages.  (Also I've only seen like 10 homeless people, all in better shape than most in ny though equally crazy).&lt;br /&gt;4. In money, commas and decimals are the opposite of the US.  3,000.00 is written as 3.000,00&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes you see something for like 49,99.  I'm not sure but I think this is an impossible price to make with Danish currency.  The cents are called øre and I think they are only in denominations of ,25.&lt;br /&gt;6. No fatties.  Sure there are some heavier people but it's really pretty rare to see someone I'd call obese.  In my nyc experience I'd say maybe a quarter of people on my train everyday were visibly overweight.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bikes bikes bikes.  They are everywhere.  This is pretty obvious but when I first came here I really wasn't prepared for how much people ride.  Also I've learned that people are just as much impatient assholes on bikes as they are in cars.&lt;br /&gt;8. History.  Århus has got some!  Again, obvious but unexpected when I first arrived.  The office building I work in for example is from the 1600s, over 100 years older than America, additionally it's in great shape.  Things are extremely well cared for here.&lt;br /&gt;9.  At grocery stores the cashiers sit down and they have a panel in front of them that lifts up which is where the money is kept, not in the register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been nice to have an even 10 but I can't think of one more right now.  Maybe ten could be that I'm surprised how much it feels like home.  I've been here a bit over 3 months now but I feel extremely comfortable and it genuinely feels like a lot longer.  The city is smallish and in a way reminds me of the city where I went to school.  It's got the same sort of charm and while Århus is a bit larger it affords the same sense of familiarity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I started Danish lessons and it's great! Having been mostly programming for the past 2 years I think has restructured the way I process information and I think my mindset is now a lot more compatible to learning languages.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi ses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-327112029000751964?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/327112029000751964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=327112029000751964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/327112029000751964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/327112029000751964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-things.html' title='Little things'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-7259606303709965898</id><published>2007-11-22T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:50:04.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallow Helloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween post!  We had Halloween in November because, we did.  Everyone that showed up was in costume, it was fantastic!  Though they don't really celebrate Halloween like we do in the states I felt right at home at our party.  On the real Halloween we actually got some trick-or-treaters which was really strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this post needs less words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2141/2055314435_2c926fe6e8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2098/2055314497_f942bffee3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2208/2055314571_b806f87548_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2267/2056099658_18e8016ff1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2120/2056099716_9018e04981_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photos always look terrible when I upload them.  I blame flickr, or compression algorithms or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-7259606303709965898?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/7259606303709965898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=7259606303709965898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/7259606303709965898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/7259606303709965898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/11/hallow-helloween.html' title='Hallow Helloween'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-8526373929848318833</id><published>2007-11-11T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:47:34.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff you don't care about</title><content type='html'>My camera ran out of batteries and I'm sort of scared to try to charge it because that last thing I used my adapter on (alarm clock) got fried.  So instead a story.  Last Thursday I went to a meeting of the Danish Flash User Group (DFUG) to see &lt;a href="http://www.mikechambers.com/blog/"&gt;Mike Chambers&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.gotoandlearn.com"&gt;Lee Brimelow&lt;/a&gt; speak.  It turned out to be a really good time and I met some really cool people.  Long story short one of the people I met was Ralph Hauwert, one of the developers of papervision 3d, a 3d engine for Flash CS3.  Still with me?  Anyway talking to him was nice for more reasons than that neither of us speak very good Danish (though he is much better than I am) and we conversed in english.  It got me excited about AS3 and 3d in general which brings me around to the point of this post and the black box below.  This is my first attempt at 3D in a code based environment.  To use it, click once to shoot a bunch of balls up and then press spacebar to pause it and rotate it with the mouse.  When in that mode pressing shift will resume the balls falling.  It's not much and though I pieced the code together from other examples for the most part, I'm proud.  Also it's only 4k. Sweet.  Flash is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.charliewhitney.com/blog/3d.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.charliewhitney.com/blog/3d.swf" width="550" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. wu-tang put out a new mixtape on the internet and it's awesome.  download it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-8526373929848318833?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/8526373929848318833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=8526373929848318833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/8526373929848318833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/8526373929848318833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/11/stuff-you-dont-care-about.html' title='Stuff you don&apos;t care about'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-5985072548061406983</id><published>2007-11-02T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:37:21.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.charliewhitney.com/blog/colbert.jpg" style="float:left; margin-right:10px;"&gt;I was talking to my co-workers about Colbert's attempt to make a fake run for president and apparently they had this happen a few years ago, except he won.  A comedian named Jacob Haugaard ran for parliament and was actually elected to serve.  When he was preparing one of his issues included that he hated wind blowing in your face while you were riding a bike, so he promised for wind to blow from your back whenever you rode.  He also promised things like changing the weather and putting god back in churches.  With a little wikipedia digging I cam across the election results &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danish_parliamentary_election%2C_1994"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Most shocking to me is that the voter turnout rate was 84.3 percent! The US had a turnout of about 55% in 2004 which was one of the highest turnouts in recent history.  Also, he ran without a party, try that USA.  Granted it was just a seat in parliament and not prime minister or anything, but still, look at that turnout.  When elected he actually served his term as well.  Though it seems he didn't do anything that remarkable while serving, it got people interested in politics which is very valuable and commendable I think.  Our 2004 election had about a 5% bigger turnout than the 2000 election and the election that Haugaard ran also had a 5% turnout bump.  If you'll remember the difference in getting out the vote in 2000 vs 2004 I think it was pretty significant.  Here, the one guy running caused a similar bump (I realize as I'm saying this I have no idea if it's true, I wasn't here to experience if there was any other significant impetus to vote, but it helps my point if I assume there wasn't).  I just read that Colbert got denied the chance to appear on the ballot by the South Caroline democrats which I think is too bad.  Colbert has a tremendous following and I think it would really get a lot of people to the voting booths.  I'm not sure if this buzz will wear off by next year but I hope and think that there will be a bigger turnout in next years election.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-5985072548061406983?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/5985072548061406983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=5985072548061406983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/5985072548061406983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/5985072548061406983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-talking-to-my-co-workers-about.html' title=''/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-240267119860016879</id><published>2007-10-21T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T06:14:38.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.charliewhitney.com/blog/vv_launch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or two ago the first big project I worked on launched so I thought I'd put up a link.  You probably won't get much out of it unless you are Danish and pregnant, but maybe you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vilkenvom.com"&gt;http://www.vilkenvom.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-240267119860016879?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/240267119860016879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=240267119860016879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/240267119860016879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/240267119860016879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/10/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-3979467615469354851</id><published>2007-10-21T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T05:13:01.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween is one of if not my favorite holidays.  However, in Denmark they don't really celebrate it.  Some people will perhaps dress their kids in costume for a cupcake party in school or something, but there is no going around to houses for candy.  Even if they did, Danish candy is absolutely terrible.  One in particular called a 'Super Fly' is one of the worst tasting things I've put in my mouth, and keep in mind, this is candy.  It is basically a stick of salty, bitter, black licorice and when you bite into it, surprise!  It's actually hollow and filled with salt!  But I digress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys at work felt bad for me and I arrived on Wednesday to a pumpkin on everyone's desk.  I think almost no one had carved a pumpkin before so it was a good time and the results were pretty great!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2142/1670246255_878e156217_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeppe is throwing some pumpkin guts into the bucket while Anders says something to him.  I don't remember what it was, but he was probably making fun of him as he is fond of doing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2265/1670270413_daaf093b67_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More guts!  You'll notice everything is blurry because I forgot to change my camera settings in my pumpkin carving jubilation.  Also, I'm lazy and don't feel like editing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2061/1671095062_001a1f5f9e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo had an idea and immediately went to work finishing before anyone else.  Hers looked fantastic as well.  Mads and Anders still scooping.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2144/1671119292_e0e76c9250_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results!  From left to right, Anders, Mads, Me, Jeppe, Jo.  Note that I come out looking like the amateur with all the pumpkin space left over. I had planned to put a lot more stuff above but time and technical (my knife was too big!) issues left me with some 'whitespace'.  I'm still pretty happy though and it was a blast.  Afterwards we went out to eat at the traditional Danish Chinese buffet where I ate kangaroo (delicious).  It was the best 150kr buffet I've ever had.  Though there isn't much in the way of Halloween here we are still throwing a costume party for which I just started planning my outfit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/1671096712_ce19e2a7a1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what I'm going to be?  If you can't I don't know why we are friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-3979467615469354851?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/3979467615469354851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=3979467615469354851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/3979467615469354851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/3979467615469354851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/10/helloween.html' title='Helloween'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-3243654955301201379</id><published>2007-10-15T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T05:10:32.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanical Garden</title><content type='html'>This weekend I walked to the botanical gardens near the university.  Though I think it's called a botanical garden it is a far cry from the gardens near my old apartment in Brooklyn.  This one was much more open, the space was very noticeable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2260/1580877855_67082b8501_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I entered you first come across a large bed of ordinary, but immaculately cared for flowers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2114/1581766800_e7ca573dc9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This space is very large and incredibly relaxing but the whole place was pretty vacant.  Since it is in such close proximity I expected it to be teeming with people playing soccer or frisbee or anything.  The only people there besides me were really couples pushing babies in gigantic strollers as seems to be the fashion here.  By a small pond there was a family feeding the ducks.  The bread is much heavier here, I bet the ducks fill up a lot quicker.  And yes, I'm the creepy guy taking pictures of small girls in park.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2345/1580878159_0e383e711a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is part of the old Danish village that borders the gardens.  It consists of houses that were disassembled, brought to this location, and then reassembled.  I think of Boston being an old place, and for America, it is.  However the houses here are over a thousand years old.  Take that America. From what I can tell it's similar to a Sturbridge Village or Plymouth Plantation type of attraction if anyone gets that reference.  This is not what windmills look like these days for sure.  Wrong shape and certainly scale.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/1580968241_d7ce431701_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really realized how huge modern windmills were until I saw some pieces up close.  This is a single blade, easily longer than an 18 wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of photos I need to catch up on, hopefully more shortly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-3243654955301201379?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/3243654955301201379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=3243654955301201379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/3243654955301201379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/3243654955301201379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/10/botanical-garden.html' title='Botanical Garden'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-6800946385078357010</id><published>2007-10-06T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T16:20:07.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk Rock</title><content type='html'>Where I went to school in upstate New York there were a lot of kids into metal in the surrounding town and it was really kind of weird.  It was like that town in Lost Boys that was filled with metal kids except Bill from Bill and Ted wasn't there.  Århus in this same way seems to have a disproportionate amount of punk kids.  I think I see more here on a daily basis than I ever did in New York (though New York has very much made the move to hipsters from punks).&lt;br /&gt;I don't particularly think of this as a punk city.  I don't see many posters for shows or anything and I guess I just assumed it was a fashion issue.  However, I was looking through scans of old punk zines today and it seemed that 'scene reports' were often coming in from New York, London, and Denmark one of which is posted below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7hwzZ74rVY8/Rwf0FY2GP7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zQvfuoHTQXg/s320/Picture+2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a zine called "No Arhus" which was produced in Mundelstrup which is a town maybe 20 minutes from the center of Århus as best I can guess. It was put out by a guy called Johnny Concrete which is a pretty awesome name, Danish or not.  &lt;a href="http://www.dementlieu.com/%7Eobik/arc/zines/index.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to another page in a Danish zine presumably put out by the same person since the Denmark graphic is the same.  What is interesting about this one is first that it is in English.  This came out in 1985 and I guess I'm surprised English was as prevalent back then (though it was only 22 years ago).  1985 is also when punk as a whole kind of started to deteriorate and I wonder just how much of a scene there could still really be here so many years later, but what do I know.  Second is one of the last sentences on the first page, "We have a pretty serious problem with skinheads here, especially in our town of Aarhus.  And there are some problems with some German punx."  I suppose I always thought of the skinhead thing having German origins but it never occurred to me (despite how obvious it may seem) that it would be prevalent in Denmark.  I'm rather jaded by how quiet and clean the city is I'm afraid, and I bet I have a lot more to learn about it.  Lesson learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is unrelated but funny I thought.  Check out this other scan of "The Hollywood Individual" and compare to modern day hipsters.  Also: it looks a whole lot like me.  Same earrings and everything.  If I had Final Fantasy VII hair, this would be a pretty good portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7hwzZ74rVY8/Rwf38Y2GP8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/H3xOqHh-CeI/s320/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-6800946385078357010?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/6800946385078357010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=6800946385078357010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/6800946385078357010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/6800946385078357010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-i-went-to-school-in-upstate-new.html' title='Punk Rock'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7hwzZ74rVY8/Rwf0FY2GP7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zQvfuoHTQXg/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-8450180833937565155</id><published>2007-10-04T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:06:07.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexpected Visit</title><content type='html'>Last week I got an email from my friend MR saying that she was in Berlin (Denmark borders Germany to the north) and could she swing by.  Of course I was thrilled, and that is how I had a small college reunion almost 4000 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1207/1486275870_23805cded7_o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday MR and I went to the large art museum in Århus which only opened a handful of years ago (four?) called &lt;a href="http://www.aros.dk/"&gt;Aros&lt;/a&gt;.  Aros is sort of a funny museum.  The collections are very eclectic and spaced out; each has it's own floor and you take a large spiral staircase up to travel between them.  However, on the lower level there is something called the 9 spaces which are nine small rooms that branch off a single narrow hallway which is painted black and dimly lit.  Each contain bizarre video installations (are there any other kind) and really use the space perfectly.  It's almost a little claustrophobic down there, and to add to the feeling, there are what I am guessing are support columns that cause giant bulges in the wall that create these false corners.  The bulges I speak of are maybe 10 feet or more in diameter and just part of them push into the hall but it is in a way where you can follow the surface of the wall thinking it leads somewhere only to find yourself in a tight corner where the curved surface meets a flat one.  I know, confusing.  I apologize.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1390/1486276016_38bfa58711_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum acquired this piece which is plastered all over every promotional piece they have and I would say with good reason.  It's by sculptor Ron Mueck whose work I was lucky enough to see when he had a solo show in &lt;a href="http://www.brooklynmuseum.org/exhibitions/ron_mueck/"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/a&gt; last year.  He has a background in special effects and his sculptures are incredibly realistic and this one, titled 'Boy' is easily the largest.  While seeing it in person is absolutely an experience, I also think it's size works against it.  The feet are immaculately rendered and represent what I think Ron Mueck does very well.  Veins and  toenails, really convincing details.  However, having seen the rest of his work and what he is capable of I think the rest of the sculpture is a bit underdeveloped.  It photographs fantastically and really looks convincing, but in real life it somehow misses the mark for me.  Additionally, the scale put it out of the creepy large human range and into the definitely sculpture range.  Some of his other pieces are maybe 7-15 feet high and just exude this eerie feeling that somehow these are just people on crazy growth hormones or something.  One last nit-picky thing that I feel I have to mention or I will lose sleep are his pants.  They are just some thin material and don't look very real at all.  I understand the challenge of making pants for someone who might be 3 stories tall, but your average youth would rip right through those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1412/1485422567_80c25e0294_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum is quite beautiful and has these great glass windows the look out on the city as well as a roof deck from where this was taken.  Århus is quite a flat place and I suppose I never really thought about it until I got up high.  The visibility is stunning as the atmosphere is quite clear, surely a change from New York City.  There also really aren't any significant landmarks to point out but it's really quite beautiful which at this point really doesn't come as a surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-8450180833937565155?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/8450180833937565155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=8450180833937565155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/8450180833937565155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/8450180833937565155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/10/unexpected-visit.html' title='An Unexpected Visit'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-4252676771305902233</id><published>2007-09-22T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:12:01.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise I won't do this much, so I apologize in advance.  I just love this video for whatever reason.  It's a promotional video for a band called &lt;a href="http://www.liarsliarsliars.com"&gt;Liars&lt;/a&gt;.  This video probably had a lot to do with me buying the new album which is not too bad. I saw them once in Baltimore at this small club and it I actually really enjoyed it.  My was with my cousins and one of made us leave early because they hated it.  It was a weird show, but bottom line, I like this video.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/5DHTChBsyA/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/5DHTChBsyA/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-4252676771305902233?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/4252676771305902233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=4252676771305902233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/4252676771305902233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/4252676771305902233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-promise-i-wont-do-this-much-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-4337448542252809401</id><published>2007-09-22T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:24:16.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What disappointment looks like.</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning I had a great idea.  It was the type of good idea I'll bet most people have at least once every couple of weeks: pizza.  I like to make my own pizza, a habit  I got into while living in Brooklyn with my most excellent friend Kevin.  Kevin inherited a auxiliary pizza stone from his brother and we probably used it once a week.  Initially we used store bought frozen dough but eventually graduated to making our own which I would say was overall successful.  People always talk about New York pizza as this untouchable pinnacle of pizza perfection, and while it's pretty good, the difference between a slice of dollar pizza and say, &lt;a href="http://thislittlepiglet.blogspot.com/2006/11/di-fara-pizza-thats-worth-wait.html"&gt;Di Fara's&lt;/a&gt;, is pretty negligible to me.  As some of you may know, I had surgery to remove my adenoids among other small surgeries a few years ago and it's left me without much of a sense of smell which naturally affects the way I taste things.  Also, I really don't care.  Pizza is hard to really mess up.  However, is exactly what I did today.  After spending a few hours collecting ingredients, making and waiting for my dough to rise and finally cooking my pizza it came out as bad as it can.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1017/1423170427_ce6057d5b4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure I made all the correct conversions from cups to liters and Fahrenheit to Celsius, but something still went very wrong.  Thus, after a lot of anticipation and building up a huge hunger snacking on pepperonis while preparing my pizza I'm left with a big black pile of disappointment.  So instead I cooked up the only other thing I had in the fridge.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1261/1424054024_4a76dd5530_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very picture of dissatisfaction.  I think tonight for dinner will be some feel-good, unhealthy-but-fulfilling, McDonald's to drown myself in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-4337448542252809401?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/4337448542252809401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=4337448542252809401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/4337448542252809401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/4337448542252809401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-disappointment-looks-like.html' title='What disappointment looks like.'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-2508877646929736133</id><published>2007-09-20T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:42:14.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>The office is where I spend the majority of my time, because well, it's where I work.  The office, like most Danish buildings in my experience, look very old on the outside and have insides that look practically brand new.  I've got to imagine there are some strict remodeling regulations set in place in order to preserve this as many of the buildings are more than one hundred years old.  The picture below is where I work, on the far right side you can see our door.  The office space is actually up in the attic and snugly fits the five of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1087/1413988769_18414b79fb_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The co-workers!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how nice everyone I work with is.  Everyone I've met in Denmark thus far has been incredibly nice, but I think the people I work with are particularly nice and understanding with my lack of the Danish language.  Aside from this they are all really talented.  Each one of them is really exceptional which I think contributes to why the company is doing so well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1154/1413988087_22681c7b4c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jeppe, who likes this picture because it makes him look like David Copperfield.  The white hand he is using to create this vivid illusion is a porcelain hand from an old glove factory.  We got a few of these and were supposed to paint them for the Århus festival so they could be auctioned off to benefit the Red Cross.  Needless to say, we didn't really get them done in time.  Jeppe also took me out to dinner the one of the first nights I was here.  We went to the most American place in Denmark called Mackie's.  It was in teh style of T.G.I. Fridays with crap all over the walls.  It was very American, but very good.  I don't know if I ever thanked Jeppe properly for it, so thanks Jeppe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1093/1414897300_ed344472d1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jo, like Jeppe, a partner in Hello Monday.  Jo is super nice and they tell me she speaks Danish with a little bit of an accent though I really can't tell.  I owe my survival of my first couple of weeks to Jo's kindness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1006/1414868942_e30de344dd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anders is the third partner (there is one more in the US, but we'll deal with that when the time comes). Anders is the flash guru who I get to work with.  He can produce at a crazy rate and works harder than most anyone I know.  It's no surprise he's also quite good and I believe is responsible for the &lt;a href="http://www.thefwa.com"&gt;FWA&lt;/a&gt; winning &lt;a href="http://www.minus.dk"&gt;Minus&lt;/a&gt; website. Also, if you didn't know, Anders is telling you: he's metal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1405/1413988499_6b581931c4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we have Mads.  Besides myself he's the only other 'employee.'  Mads brings the urban flavor and is also working on motion graphics stuff which is pretty awesome.  Mads also has an awesome dog which sometimes hangs out in the office.  The dog always snores and is generally pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people I work with.  All very talented and unbelievably nice.  I feel like someone slipped Denmark $5 to be nice to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-2508877646929736133?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/2508877646929736133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=2508877646929736133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/2508877646929736133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/2508877646929736133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/09/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-7865228187969965291</id><published>2007-09-15T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T06:58:23.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A slice of home</title><content type='html'>I just got back from what I believe is the biggest (the only?) mall in Århus, and I've got to say: they nailed it.  Everything from the cheap chinese to the mall goths. Bravo Denmark, you've really covered all of your bases on this one.  It conjured flashes of Crossgates in Albany, except I didn't feel like I was going to get shot afterwards.  I didn't look around much because just like any other mall, it was suffocating and I couldn't wait to get the hell out.  Again, well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-7865228187969965291?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/7865228187969965291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=7865228187969965291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/7865228187969965291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/7865228187969965291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/09/slice-of-home.html' title='A slice of home'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-2307829035995833701</id><published>2007-09-08T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:25:03.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival</title><content type='html'>This past week was an annual Festival here in Århus which is the city's activity peak of the year.  Unfortunately, I haven't really done anything mostly owing to my inability to speak Danish and that I just don't know enough people to find and go out with yet.  I have however just seen some things in passing which are interesting enough in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme this year is supposed to be "In Motion" though I get the feeling the theme is pretty arbitrary and does little to alter everyone's schedule of drinking a lot and maybe listening to some live music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1125/1348404448_d692843877_o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of a couple of bizarre looking carnival rides set up in the big square in the center of the city.  If you look close you'll notice the kids are sitting on toilets and wearing small chalkboards around their necks with what I assume are their names followed by a sequential number.  It was odd and moved very mechanically, not what you'd expect from a ferris wheel type ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1260/1348484756_379df4c716_o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was preoccupied examining these weird rides I failed to hear what was going on just next door.  It is times like these that I am glad I'm as tall as I am, because the circle of bodies was probably ten deep.  What they were surrounding was a marching band composed of half adults, half children, and a few so young it was all they could do to connect stick to drum.  Of the children (whom sounded pretty good) a handful were also in costumes.  The boy above was wearing what looked like Santa from the shoulders up, and a ninja turtle from the front.  Others were wearing masks and other assorted pieces of costume that looked like they had been picked out of a big prop bag someone brought.  As I mentioned before though, they were pretty good.  In a way the weirdness of being in a marching band with the quirkiness of the costumes reminded me a bit of a show I saw the &lt;a href="http://www.rudemechanicalorchestra.org/"&gt;Rude Mechanicals&lt;/a&gt; play in Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later tonight I saw a bunch of kids jumping on a flipped over car that somehow got in the middle of the square (where cars aren't allowed).  I'm sure the car was there to be destroyed for some reason, and this wasn't just a random act of vandalism by kids.  However, I can't imagine what reason this would be.  Unfortunately, I was without my camera, but in a city where people generally seem a bit conservative and guarded, this was probably the wildest thing I've seen so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-2307829035995833701?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/2307829035995833701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=2307829035995833701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/2307829035995833701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/2307829035995833701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/09/festival.html' title='Festival'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-8768201059782804447</id><published>2007-09-08T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:49:36.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aarhus'/><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1056/1343008833_314db47ed2_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the months building up to my arrival in Denmark, I had created an image of Denmark all my own (which I think it would be difficult not to) via daydreams and guidebooks.  When you have something so specific in mind it is always a shock when things are completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from New York City, a mecca of happenings, I expected a city, albeit on a smaller scale, full of happenings and funny Danish art and music.  The photo above is the first bit of Denmark I saw outside of airports and train stations.  Not exactly NYC Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a bit of honesty to the reader, I have now been in Denmark for somewhere around 3 weeks, so I won't pretend that I've been diligent and back-date entries.  I guess I've been busy, but the more honest truth is 1. I have been lazy and 2. There really isn't much excitement.  There is still plenty of things worthy of reporting on, so from now on I'll promise to carry my camera and make more of an effort here.  So in a whirlwind, here is a synopsis of my past 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1143/1343994820_b4660e99bb_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first two weeks I lived with a friend's parents.  They were so incredibly kind, it was almost unreal.  To add to my surreal experience they lived in perfectly picturesque home in a beautiful neighborhood.  This is the back yard.  This picture looks a bit hectic, but chalk that one up to my poor photography.  On a nice day it was hard to walk outside without breathing one of those contented sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1238/1343994962_cfa32e5128_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a minutes walk we reach the beach.  Now I know I'm not showing much beach in these pictures but when I look back years from now I don't think I'll remember the beach as much as the feel of the beach, which I think these speak more to (for me anyway).  I plopped down right here and read a bit of the book I had in my backpack, though I hadn't intended to.  My intention was to go exploring a bit down the coast, but I really couldn't help myself.  You should be getting the drill by now. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1343105465_7e1c6846f5_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my parting memory of my two weeks spent in Risskov &lt;span class="pronunciation"&gt;(ris-ko)&lt;/span&gt;.  While beautiful, it was a twenty minute bus ride to work and a bit far away from the city life.  I have now moved bullseye in the center of the city and so far– it's terrific.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-8768201059782804447?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/8768201059782804447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=8768201059782804447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/8768201059782804447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/8768201059782804447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/08/blah-blah.html' title='Arrival'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-7999270216275624321</id><published>2007-07-16T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:42:25.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><title type='text'>1 Month Away</title><content type='html'>It is one month until I am due in Denmark.  I still don't have plane tickets or a work permit, but as of today I have a place to live!  I'm starting to get pockets of excited daydreaming about Denmark which is how I know I'm ready to leave.  I was given a google maps tour of where I'll be living and the surrounding areas, here are some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;q=Viborgvej+%4056.157870,+10.192750&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=56.158649,10.19321&amp;amp;spn=0.012189,0.034676&amp;z=15&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;This is an area near the university where there is a collection of old Nordic houses. When I say old, I mean anywhere from a couple hundred to a thousand years.  The houses were all actually dismantled and moved to this location brick by brick.  Sounds wild.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;saddr=&amp;amp;daddr=56.176784,10.230203&amp;mrsp=1&amp;amp;sz=15&amp;mra=mi&amp;amp;sll=56.177118,10.230932&amp;sspn=0.012183,0.034676&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=15&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;Here is a bike path that runs the line between a large forest and a coast of beach.  Along this path you'll run into a man-made beach which is apparently the place to go for summer swimming.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;q=Unknown+road+%4056.129930,+10.202220&amp;amp;sll=56.129887,10.202222&amp;sspn=0.012198,0.034676&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=56.129935,10.202222&amp;amp;spn=0.012198,0.034676&amp;t=k&amp;amp;z=15&amp;om=1"&gt;Here is the Queens castle.  People are allowed on the greens to the righthand side.  If you zoom in a bit you can see a circular war memorial, and if you stand in the center and yell, the echo is supposed to be pretty crazy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I want to save some locations for when I'm actually there with a camera.  I haven't seriously photographed since 'charlie365' for those of you that remember it, so I'm anxious to have a reason to again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-7999270216275624321?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/7999270216275624321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=7999270216275624321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/7999270216275624321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/7999270216275624321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-month-away.html' title='1 Month Away'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511981098677607132.post-1719532334924424204</id><published>2007-07-01T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:43:09.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><title type='text'>NYC</title><content type='html'>Today is July 1st.  One month from now my lease expires and this stretch of my New York life is over.  Two weeks from then I start my first real employed job in Denmark.  I say my first because while I've been working at a design company for around nine months now, I'm still an intern which is pockmarked by poor pay, no insurance and no business cards which is the deal-breaker.  As of this moment I have no plane tickets, no place to live in Denmark and no real prospects, which is completely the opposite of my current New York situation.  People keep asking me if I am nervous or excited yet, but I don't think it will hit me until I've been in Denmark for a while.  It was the same way with moving to New York.  You can go visit anywhere but one day you wake up in your bed knowing that this is your new home and it's not just a visit, that's when the nerves hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Denmark I'll be living in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aarhus"&gt;Aarhus&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/maps?q=%C3%85rhus,+Denmark&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=55.893796,10.887451&amp;spn=3.185131,8.876953&amp;amp;amp;z=7&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;) which is a smallish beach city that isn't Copenhagen.  I know almost nothing about it, but here is a small list of things I do know about Denmark, all observed from my Danish co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;- They say 'ok' a lot, and I mean a lot.  It makes sense, but it is unnerving to be telling a funny story and at the punchline you just get an 'ok.'  They might think it's funny, but that is just their reaction for most things.&lt;br /&gt;- Almost everyone is Denmark speaks English.  Many also speak German since Denmark borders Germany to the north.  German and Swedish are both a little similar to Danish to the point where you can sort of figure out what people are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;- Throwing batteries in the trash is unfathomable.  They have recycling specifically for that.&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone is super-nice.  I have yet to meet a Dane I dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a note, updates will probably be sporadic until I reach Denmark and actually have something to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8511981098677607132-1719532334924424204?l=idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/feeds/1719532334924424204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8511981098677607132&amp;postID=1719532334924424204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/1719532334924424204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8511981098677607132/posts/default/1719532334924424204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontspeakdanish.blogspot.com/2007/07/nyc.html' title='NYC'/><author><name>charlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14180588357100025560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
