The gloves came on first, in early September. Unfortunately, I've not yet found a pair of gloves that I’m happy with, but I hope you can benefit from my experience to save your money. Alternately, you may find a good pair of gloves for a milder climate. Spoiler alert: the non-biking gloves are the best performers so far.Read More
Hello, dear reader! What follows, in at least 3 parts, is one person’s exploration of what it takes to ride more or less comfortably through the wet and cold and dark and snow that is Stockholm’s weather through the fall and winter.Read More
It's a great corn maze.
I don't envy Peter Eisenman, the designer of this monument. Here's 25 million Euros and 5 acres in the center of Berlin. Six million people died. Give them the memorial they deserve. Don't fuck it up.Read More
Every hundred seconds the lights go out. Every hundred and five seconds or so I push the button to get 100 more seconds of light. I am not sure how this is helping.Read More
Of course the art that the USSR left in Berlin to remind the Germans that they got their asses kicked in the Great War reflected Soviet racial and ethnic nonsense.Read More
I had started to tune out the US presidential election cycle a bit. It goes on and on and on and on and on. I'm not registered to a party so I don't vote in primaries anyway, and, of course, I'm in Sweden, the land where Nordic Bernie(TM) (Bernt Sandersson?) has already won, right? I've been supporting Bernie from afar, but let's say that a number of factors have been working together to take the edge off.
But Friday, April 15 was momentous. Really, it was April 14th that was momentous, but, being 6 hours ahead of ET, I didn't know until the next day.Read More
As a US native who grew up before neighborhood commerce was decimated by automobile-oriented planning, big-box retail and Amazon, Stockholm sometimes feels like stepping back in time. Streets are filled with storefronts, from the center of town to the most sedate far-flung suburbs. Good shops are everywhere: Groceries, butchers, fish stores, bakeries, hardware stores, boutiques, bike shops, accordion palaces, pet emporiums, you name it. You can see and buy good things pretty much anywhere, and it's a joy (except that everything is so expensive). There are even lots of record stores, which I find perplexing given that almost everyone seems to be perpetually listening to Spotify with permanently affixed headphones. (Topic for another post)
There are bookstores! Big ones and small ones. Last weekend, Jonny and me happened upon the Antikvariat Hundörat used bookstore in Södermalm. The owner, Peter Bodén, protested that he was closing in 5 minutes. It was clear within seconds that Peter actually had no intent of closing at all, and that the hundörat (translation: dog ear) would stay open all night as long as we were looking. So, we bought a couple of books and extricated ourselves from the stacks to meet the rest of our crew for dinner.
Thus, on to the nominal topic of this post:
Hitler's Beneficiaries: Plunder, Racial War, and the Nazi Welfare State. Götz Aly, 2005.Read More
A little bit less than 3 months ago, I moved to Sweden, along with my family, all of us heading to a country known in the US, if it's known at all, for long winters, extreme day lengths, and for being a bogeyman of something described as 'socialism', which conjures up a combination of laziness, ennui, the nanny state, high taxes, and impending economic collapse as a result of high deficits.
One prior (summertime) visit to Sweden hinted at some other possibilities. The vast majority of the population appeared healthy, well-dressed, and reasonably happy -- noticeably different from the highly visible poverty and diversity in health and well-being visible in the US. Infrastructure everywhere was of high quality and well-tended. Stockholm seemed extraordinarily safe, and, as a parent, the high number of youngish, largish families who looked pretty un-stressed out was noticeable too.
Not that everything here was an idyllic socialist wonderland -- indigent Roma people are everywhere, apparently completely unplugged from any support, assistance or safety net. Something that felt open and welcoming in the summer felt closed and stifled in the winter.
I had resolved to write regularly in Stockholm. The stresses of work and relocation have delayed that a bit. Unfortunately, I'm beyond the 'wonder' stage now, but I'm going to try and make up for some lost time. This is the introduction.