Friday, March 4, 2011

A Really Long and Slightly Morbid Post

  I am currently getting ready for a week-long trip to France (which would probably count as the coolest field trip ever if it weren't for the field trips I'm taking later in the semester) so I am going to avoid packing by telling you about some of the stuff I've been up to in the past few weeks.
   First of all, I keep finding reasons to want to stay in Copenhagen, which is a little worrying. The main reason is one that I've been meaning to mention, but haven't had the opportunity to until now. Observe:



























 This store is right across the street from the apartment, and this picture only shows half of it. This half has an endless supply of fantasy-related board games, as well as enough extremely realistic-looking fake weapons to stock an armory. They also have cloaks and shields and armor and those those contact lenses that you can use if you want bright purple eyes or decide to pretend you're a cat. In short, I am tempted, every time I go in there, to just get all of my money out of an ATM and buy everything in the store. Of course, I can't do that.  Where would I keep all of the massive fake war hammers? I would like to at least buy one of the daggers, which are quite cheap, but the thought of taking a dagger- even a fake one- through airport security makes me a little nervous.
  The other half of the store is devoted entirely to comic books and manga and comic book- and manga-related figurines. It's awesome. Not quite as awesome as the weapons, but pretty darn close.
   As if this weren't enough, just the other day I found another fantasy store so big that it was on both sides of the street. This one provided something that had been conspicuously missing from the store across the street from the apartment, which was novels. I spent at least an hour basking in the awesomeness of being in the presence of huge numbers of fantasy, science fiction and RPG books (some of which were not available in the US) before I finally had to leave. I will be back, though. I'm considering taking a sleeping bag with me and moving in.
    Why does Copenhagen have so many awesome fantasy stores? Do we have these in the United States, and have I just missed them? Is it merely a symptom of Europe being more awesome than the US? I must figure this out...

   What else? Let me see...
  Remember that street with all the colored houses that I showed you way back in January? Well, here it is when it isn´t foggy and raining.   





















It´s gotten quite a bit sunnier in general than it was when I first arrived, but it's also gotten colder. Still no snow, though.










   I have done a few interesting (and slightly disturbing) things with my Marine Biology class recently, and I'm not one to pass up the opportunity to creep people out, so I'm going to tell you about them.
   First, we took a field trip to a place right out of a horror movie: the Copenhagen Zoological Museum. Scary, huh?
         Here's where we spent most of our time:




The creepy dead animals are watching you... wooo...



















































A rare species from Candyland which, in case you didn't know, is located in Denmark.










The reason why we had class in a huge room full of dead animals and things suspended in jars was because among the collection are quite a few marine mammals. Well... ex-marine mammals, anyway.






The zombie seal at rest.















Some skeletal Delphinidae (dolphins and porpoises).















This is a beluga, my favorite species of whale. I don't think I've ever been this close to one before. It would have been nice if it were less dead.













All male narwhals have two tusks, but normally only one of them actually grows out. This is a rare two-tusked narwal.














Ever wanted to know what the inside of a narwhal tusk looks like?













They also had a whole room full of larger whale skeletons. This is my teacher, kindly providing a sense of scale, standing in front of a bowhead whale skull and hold a piece of its baleen.









They had a blue whale skull. A real live (well... you know what I mean) blue whale skull. Unfortunately I couldn't get someone standing it front of it, but trust me, it's huge.














And finally, a dead baby polar bear. Awww.
















I think this picture pretty much sums up the experience.










    After the day at the Zoological Museum I was feeling like I had hung out with enough dead animals to last a lifetime, but apparently my Marine Biology teacher didn't agree, because last weekend she took us on a field trip out to the Fisheries and Maritime Museum in Jylland to chop open some baby seals.

  


A baby seal.
















Rather more of a baby seal than I wanted to see.












    Many seals and porpoises end up tangled in fishing nets or are found lying sick on beaches, and their bodies usually end up being brought to the lab at the Fisheries and Maritime Museum, where they dissect them to check for parasites and generally determine the health of the local seal and porpoise populations. It's important work, and it was cool that we got to actually dissect some seals ourselves, but it was rather nauseating. I had never dissected anything that big before, and anyway sticking a knife into a seal is unpleasant no matter how you look at it. But I feel like I did pretty well, considering. I actually ended up doing a lot of the cutting. But it wasn't what you would call a fun. I now know that if I do end up becoming a marine biologist, I am going to try to find research projects that involve more live animals and fewer guts. ...Not that there's anything wrong with guts.
     After poking around inside some dead seals for an hour or so, we went and saw the museum's resident population of live seals, which seemed only slightly twisted and creepy.







Nyer nyer. I know what you look like underneath.

























It was a long and slightly nauseating day, but I learned a lot and it was a very... interesting experience so, all in all, it was good.

 And finally, on a much lighter note, I went to two early Fastelavn parties this week- one hosted by the study abroad program, and one host by the Danish kids that live in the apartment with me.
   What is Fastelavn, you ask?
    I'm glad you asked. Fastelavn tends to be described as the Danish version of Halloween. It is a day on which people dress up in costumes, get candy, hit things with sticks and generally have a good time. The actual date of Fastelavn is March 6, but we had the parties early because everyone in the study abroad program is going to be on their long field trips on March 6.


The main Fastelavn game is "Hit the Cat Out of the Barrel". This involves hitting a hanging barrel with a wooden bat. The barrel has candy inside. The person who knocks the bottom out of the barrel is crowned the "Cat Queen" and the person who knocks down the last piece of wood is the "Cat King".
Once upon a time the barrel had an actual cat in it, and doing this was supposed to keep evil spirits away.
























This is another game called "Bite the Bun". The first person to finish eating their bun wins. It's a very intense game. If your bun falls off the string you have to eat it off the floor. Good, clean Danish fun at its finest.









The traditional tasty Fastelavn treat is called a Fastelavnboller, which is usually translated as "Fastelavn bun". It's a bun with... usually, but not always, cream inside. These ones have jam in them. They were really good.












Me and someone else from the apartment in our lame last-minute costumes.










Well, tomorrow I leave for France and I won't be back until next Sunday. We are taking a bus. It is a twelve-hour drive, and we are making the trip at night, so I may end up managing the tricky feat of getting jet-lagged from a bus ride. Whatever happens, I'll be sure to let you know all about it.

Hej hej og toute a l'heure (two languages in one sentence- that's skill, that is)!

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Travels in det Mørke Jylland- Part 3

  Okay, this should be my last post about Jylland, because I need to move on to talk about all the other stuff I've been doing. Yikes..
  I believe I left off with my Danish danish. That was a bit of a cliffhanger, I know. Sorry about that.
  After the Danish danish, we all went to see a Danish reggae band perform. Now, it was news to me that there is even such a thing as a Danish reggae band. But since I have had the rare opportunity to actually see one, I will provide a picture.




There you have it. The elusive Danish Reggae Band (Daniscus reggaeus) in its natural habitat.











Their music was far too loud for my taste, but catchy. We didn't stay for the whole concert because we were all tired from a day of strenuous bus sitting, but the songs we did hear were, in my opinion, pretty good. A thumbs up for Danish reggae.

  The next day we went to Jelling to see the Jelling Stones. Jelling is the location of two huge burial mounds constructed for Gorm the Old, the first king of Denmark, by his son Harald Bluetooth, the first Danish king to have a piece of electronic equipment named after him. It is also the location of the Jelling Stones, runic stones commissioned by Harald Bluetooth that include references to the Vikings' forced conversion to Christianity (courtesy of Harald Bluetooth) and which also include the first usage of the name "Denmark" for this particular bit of northern Europe.





One of the mounds, and a little church that wasn't built until much later.






One of the mounds.




















One side of the main Jelling Stone, with an inscription about Gorm the Old.












Another side.



















Gorm the Old was buried in bits, several different times. The bits ended up under the church. This white squiggle marks the location of one of them. Don't ask me which one.









   After leaving Jelling we went to Kolding to see Koldinghus, a restored castle that is now used as an art museum.




Koldinghus and some cool trees.
















The courtyard.
















 The tower.














The tower provided a nice view of the town. Unfortunately you can't really see the view because some touristy bugger got in the way.




Koldinghus had a exhibit on Beatles-related things, which was cool and  had the added benefit of teaching me new, fun Danish words. I now know "submarine" and "help" (hjaelp).









After that we returned to Copenhagen.
Overall I enjoyed the trip, and learned a lot. I also probably got a lot more sleep on that bus than I had been getting in the average school week, which was nice. I would conclude with something deep and profound about Danish culture, possibly involving pastry, but it's very late and I need to go to bed.

Hej hej!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

We Interrupt This Blog for an Important Announcement...

    Yesterday I walked into a bookstore. Which isn't that notable, actually, because I tend to walk into bookstores whenever an opportunity presents itself. And I've been walking into them quite a lot here, because there are several that aren't too far from the apartment and I have a bit more free time than I'm used to. However, this instance was unique in that the bookstore was one I had been searching for for weeks, since walking into it with my entourage shortly after arriving in Copenhagen. I remembered this one because it had a quite large selection of very shiny books, including several shelves of Discworld books in English. If I go too long without Discworld, I've found, I tend to go slightly rabid, so it was just as well that I found this place. 
   However yesterday, as I browsed the shelves and tried not to drool too much, I found something even better. It was relatively inexpensive, it was on a shelf that was low enough for me to reach, it would be an awesome addition to my collection of books by this particular author... it was, in short, perfect. And after standing there debating, I finally got up the nerve to actually buy it. Being someone who is mildly skittish of interacting with anyone standing on the other side of a counter, this was a pretty big thing for me, but the greatness of this find was able to drown out my fear. 
   Here's what I found. (Drumroll...)







The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. In DANISH!


     Just to explain, I'm a... bit of a Douglas Adams fan. Just a bit. And Mommy, you told me I shouldn't hesitate about spending money. And now I get to learn how to say "Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster" in Danish, so really, it's a win/win situation.

    More pictures from Jylland will be forthcoming. 

  Ingen panik! Hej hej! 

Monday, February 14, 2011

Travels in det Mørke Jylland- Part 2

Right. Carrying on...
   After we left the folkehøjskole we went straight to prison.
   No, really. The main point this field trip was to provide us with varied experiences of the unique aspects of Danish culture. This was why we got to spend time at the folkehøjskole. Well, another very unusual and notable Danish institution is the open prison. These are prisons with no gates and very minimal security. And we got to visit one.




I'm afraid this is one of the only pictures that you're going to get. We weren't really allowed to take pictures in the prison itself. This is the road that leads to the prison. I think the weather really helped the ambience, don't you?








   When we arrived we were met by a woman who turned out to be the warden and a young-ish guy in a sweatshirt who turned out to be one of the inmates. They talked to us for a bit about how exactly open prisons work. The basic idea is that, rather than merely punishing criminals, prisons should focus on helping to reform the inmates and prepare them for re-entering society. The sentence times are relatively short (compared to those in the US) and the primary punishment is the removal of freedom which, the inmate assured us, was punishment enough. The inmates are allowed to leave the prison once every three weeks and, apparently, most of them come back. They cook for themselves (which means they get access to, you know, knives and stuff) and are allowed computers if they have a good reason for needing one. The inmate who we were talking with, for instance, was using his computer to take online business classes. The inmates are generally put to work doing various menial jobs at the prison in order to keep them busy. But, as I mentioned, there are no fences. There are some security guards, but apart from that... well, the name "open prison" really explains itself.
   After this discussion we got a brief tour of the prison, which involved us driving through the prison complex in the bus, and then going inside one of the...er... dormitories, I guess would be the word? The complex was fairly large, with several dormitories and a church and some sports facilities. The dormitories themselves weren't particularly nice and the rooms were very small and the hallways smelled of cigarette smoke, but for a prison it probably was quite posh. The walls inside were painted a cheerful shade of blue, and there was a foosball table. Not bad at all.






One of the prison dormitories. Not bad, eh?











    Anyway, after the tour we got some time to ask the warden and the inmate more questions, and then we left prison. On bail, of course. By the way, we found out that the inmate we were talking with was there for financial crimes (embezzlement, specifically, I think - thank you, Terry Pratchett, for teaching me that word) but it turns out that he was framed. The warden actually said so. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was a little disappointed about that. I mean, we get to meet a criminal, but he didn't actually do anything wrong? What a gyp.

    Then we went to lunch at a very nice restaurant with a buffet and, more importantly, a nice collection of Scandinavian flags out front.





I'm a bit of a flag enthusiast, in case you didn't know. This is, from left to right, Norway, Iceland, Finland and, way on the end, Sweden.
The Danish flag is off screen, on an extra tall, extra special flagpole. I would show you a picture, but you all know what the Danish flag looks like, right?







Oh, what the heck. Here it is.












    After lunch we went to the Vejen Kunst Museum in the town of Vejen, where we saw some very cool sculptures by the artist Niels Hansen Jacobsen and some different very cool sculptures by the artist Eva Steen Christiensen. The ones by Jacobsen are the ones that look like actual sculptures and are slightly creepy, and the ones by Christiensen are the ones that are strange and artsy and occasionally seem to involve cutting bits out of carpets.

 













































































































































































This is very possibly the coolest fountain on the planet. That's a troll in the middle, in case you didn't notice. A TROLL.














Did I mention the troll?
































This statue is called "Death and the Mother" and it's based on the story of the same name by Hans Christian Andersen.















And this is "The Shadow", also based on a story by Hans Christian Andersen.





























I think I'm going to stop here for now, but I will end with a very exciting picture.
              There it is. My first Danish danish. I had it for dessert that night, after we left the museum, and it was really good. And those gummies on top were, I'm pretty sure, the best gummies I have ever eaten. They had more flavor than our bland, weak Amurrican gummies.

    Anyway, that's all for now. Happy Valentines Day, and all that.

   Hej hej!