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06 September 2011

There's always something...

I've been looking for a job pretty much every day since I graduated, but so far I've had no luck. There haven't been any instrumental teacher positions to apply for, and I'm not quite ready to start applying for whatever random job I can find yet - not that there has been many of those to choose from either. After six and a half years in college, I would like to try to find something that is at least related to what I studied.

So, basically, I have lots of free time right now, and it's driving me nuts. I have no particular reason to get up in the morning, no reason to leave my apartment, and no money to do anything even if I do. I have about a dozen or so new songs that I would like to record, but I can't really do that either right now. I managed to get myself double-sided carpal tunnel syndrome about two months ago, and the damn thing just won't go away no matter what I do. I've tried anti-inflammatory pills, Voltaren gel, acupuncture and just plain rest, but it refuses to disappear completely. So I can't book any gigs as long as it isn't gone either. I'm starting to feel like the only thing I actually CAN do is sit at home and stare at the walls, while trying very hard not to use my hands for anything. It's really starting to affect my mood, and not in a good way.

26 August 2011

A trip to the land of Dracula

A couple of friends from Romania got married recently and invited us to the wedding just outside the town of Buzau, so my wife and I got to spend four days in Romania. It was an awesome trip!

The first thing we noticed was the temperature. Compared to a drizzly Malmö, with temperatures of around 15-20 degrees when we left, Bucarest was a summer paradise, with temperatures of around 35 degrees C when we arrived. That was nice! The second thing we noticed was the way people drive there. That was scary. Apparently, many Romanians don't care as much about traffic laws and regulations as Scandinavians do. They're all over the place, driving way faster than the speed limits, zig-zagging between other cars and oncoming traffic, dodging both animals and people who randomly just appear in the middle of a highway. Fortunately, the guy who picked us up at the airport used to be a street racer, and was an excellent driver. He took it all in stride without so much as blinking, while the rest of us held on to whatever we could find with our hearts going faster than the car. It was an interesting experience...

The guests not from the area were all staying at a nice little hotel. There was a restaurant at the hotel serving traditional Romanian food. It tasted excellent, but I'm a little sceptical about the sanitary conditions in the kitchen, because several people got sick after eating there, myself included. Worst of all, the bride got really sick the night before the wedding and was up all night throwing up. In the morning, she was pale as a ghost and could barely stand, so they had to call an ambulance to come check on her. Nice start for your wedding day, eh? I'm not sure what the ambulance medics did to her, I think they gave her some shots of something, but she seemed a bit better afterwards, so we all rushed to the city hall. Apparently, in Romania you have to do both a civil ceremony and a religious one in a church if you want to be properly married. The civil one was interesting. There was literally a line of people waiting to get in. A guy told me there were 40 couples getting married that day. They even had a clerk getting people lined up outside the office door when it was their turn. Then the door opened, we were all more or less shoved in through the door to the sound of a very fast version of the wedding march. The wedding officiant started talking very fast, and after asking both the bride and the groom what I assume was the usual questions of "Do you take this person to be your lawfully wedded..." etc. they both signed a paper, and then the clerk more or less shoved us out of the room. The whole event took about three minutes. The weirdest part of it was the music. It started with an oddly fast version of the wedding march, but while the officiant was speaking, the music gradually got faster and faster, and eventually faded into this weird 90's disco beat. Perhaps it was a trick to get people worked up to leave the room faster when the ceremony was over? I don't know. But it was strange.

After a trip back to the hotel and some drinks, a minibus came to pick us up and take us to the nearby mud volcanoes in Berca. These mud volcanoes are the only ones in Romania, and consist of salt water and natural gases bubbling up from about 3000 meters down, causing mud and gas to erupt, forming cones that look like miniature volcanoes when the mud dries around the opening. It was quite interesting to see.

After going back to the hotel and resting for a bit, we then headed to the church for the religious wedding ceremony. It was quite different from anything I've seen before. In protestant Swedish weddings, the ceremonies are quite peaceful things. The bride and the groom walk up to the altar, the guests sit down, the minister does a bit of talking, the couple exchange rings and kiss, and everybody leaves. There may be some music or a prayer as well, it depends a bit on the couple getting married and on the priest doing the marrying. The guests usually sit very quietly until the ceremony is over. At the ceremony in Romania, which was orthodox, the whole thing started with a procession lead by two witnesses, who were carrying a huge candle each. The couple, the witnesses, and the couple's godparents went to stand in front of the priests. There were several priests leading the ceremony, and they were all singing their parts more than speaking. There was more ritual, with the priests putting crowns on the heads of the bride and groom, and they walked around kneeling in front of large pictures of what I assume were Jesus and other important figures. We were standing in the back of the church, so I couldn't really see everything very well. That was another thing: All the guests were standing up. And they weren't quiet either. People were talking to each other walking around taking pictures of the couple from all sides, and at one point the witnesses walked around offering sweets to all the guests.

After the ceremony, we headed back to the hotel, where the reception and dinner was held. That was the other big difference between protestand Swedish weddings and orthodox Romanian weddings. In Sweden, there's usually a dinner, and then people party all night. In Romania, there was food, then partying and dancing, then more food, followed by partying and dancing, followed by food... There were five courses of food in total, and by the time the dessert was brought in, I think it was about four o'clock in the morning. Romanians take their wedding parties seriously!

The morning after the wedding, there was a traditional soup breakfast for all the guests. We could choose between a chicken soup and a traditional tripe soup, both apparently created for the specific purpose of curing a hangover. The tripe soup was interesting. Not something I would like to have often, but not bad. It has a very distinct smell and taste.

After the soup, we headed back to Bucarest to look around there for two days before flying back home to Sweden. We stayed at Hotel Dalin, which is very near the city center, and a short walk from the shopping areas and the old historical part of town. The hotel was an interesting experience as well... The room had a regular queen size bed in it, but the room itself was probably the biggest hotel room I've stayed in. There was a fridge, a TV and air conditioning, and a bathroom with a shower cabin, and a separate room for the toilet. The way the room looked, I would have guessed it was built and decorated in the 60's, and then just kept in that condition. It was a bit like walking into a time machine. But the weirdest part was the tiny little room for the toilet. The door opened inwards, towards the actual toilet seat, and once you walked in there, you had to climb up on the toilet seat to be able to close the door, since there was less than half an inch of clearance between the door and the toilet seat. Also, the toilet seat was installed diagonally in the room, so when you sat down on it, you had to either sit sort of sideways on it, or have your legs sort of smushed up against the wall. I'm guessing they had to put the toilet that way to be able to open and close the door, but I couldn't help but wonder if it hadn't been easier to just make the door open outwards? The hotel was quite cheap by Swedish standards, so we were all happy anyway, except with the breakfast coffee, which was completely undrinkable. Gin had an omelette for breakfast, which was a mistake, because she got sick after that. Looking back, I remembered that I had also had an omelette at the hotel in Buzau, and that I had started having problems with my stomach after that as well. It got pretty bad on our second evening in Bucarest. I stayed in the hotel room that evening feeling really sick and running a fever. Note to self: Next time I go to Romania, I should stay away from eggs.

17 August 2011

Double master

I am now the proud holder of two masters degrees. One in performance of music and one in music education. I actually graduated a couple of months ago in June, but this blog has been so far down my priority list for the past year and a half, it didn't actually occur to me that I could write something in it again until now.

So yeah. Done with school. And let me tell you, it was madness. The theoretical classes from a 4,5 year program crammed into three semesters - the pace was just ludicrous. Out of our class of originally six students, only two of us managed to graduate on time. Two are maybe graduating for Christmas, and the other two seem unlikely to graduate at all. How I managed to graduate, I have no clue, but it took some serious effort. I'm incredibly happy it's all over, and I'm even more happy that I never have to set foot in that place again. The lack of organisation in that place is just mind-boggling. Apparently, the students are responsible for making sure they have all the information that they don't know the teachers were supposed to have given them. I kinda lost hope after the fifth time I went to ask a teacher about the starting date for a course, only to be met with a blank stare and the question: "Uuhm.... Am I supposed to be teaching you?" The administration doesn't talk to the teachers or each other, and the teachers don't talk to anyone. How anything at all gets done, I have no clue... But I'm done! Done, I tell you! I am officially done with my studies! I graduated, I finished all of it, and I never have to go back! Awesome!

So much has happened in the last year and a half it feels unreal somehow. Both my grandparents died, I got married, me and my wife moved into an awesome apartment, school happened, I played in concerts, went on a crazy road trip in Finland, and gave myself tendonitis in both wrists by sewing two underquilts and a mosquito net for our camping hammocks. I also managed to write a bunch of new songs, but I haven't been able to record them yet. My new apartment doesn't have grounded electrical outlets in all rooms, so I can't plug in all my equipment. I'll have to do something about that.

07 February 2010

Psyched!

I've been back in college for about three weeks now, and so far I'm loving it. There's a lot of psychology, a lot more than I was expecting, which is really cool! It's fun stuff. The book we're reading for developmental psychology is incredibly boring to read, though... It's more of a list of facts than a book. It states a fact, quotes the name of the author they got that from and the year, and then states the next fact. Repeat for about 400 pages. Add to that some mediochre translating and grammar mistakes. Blargh... Better than a sleeping pill.

I made a simple music video for one of my songs and put it on youtube yesterday. Loads of fun! The reaction I've gotten so far has been rather stunning. People seem to love it! I got asked to feature on a music channel and a music blog, and it hasn't even been 24 hours since I posted it. Pretty happy about that. I'm going to make some more videos. :)

Here's the video. Check it out and let me know what you think. :)

30 January 2010

A house on a hill

I find politics a fascinating subject. This is largely due to the fact that so many have such strong opinions about it, while so few of those who do seem to know what they are actually talking about. As someone who lives in a social-democratic country, I find it rather horrifying how many Americans keep calling the Obama administration "socialist" and voting against pretty much everything they come up with, even when it's completely against their own interests to do so simply because they'd rather be dead than caught supporting something that could even remotely be linked to communism. Socialist? Good grief, people... You don't know what the word socialist means...

Cop15 came and went, and as I expected, they didn't really achieve much, if anything at all. To me that proves once again that people don't really care about saving the planet, or making the world a better place for their children, or making the air cleaner, or just making any kind of change whatsoever unless they directly benefit from doing so. Look at the oil companies. We know cars pollute. Whether this contributes to global warming doesn't even matter at this point. Cars that run on gasoline spew out all kinds of toxic substances. "Oh, but they are so much more fuel efficient than they used to be" one might say.

Well... Yes and no. An engine made in 1970 consumed more fuel than an engine of the same size made now. But the problem is this: As the engines become more fuel efficient, what do they do? They stick a bigger engine in the car, so it still consumes the same amount of fuel! Sure, you get more horsepowers and you can accelerate faster, but you're still using up just as much gasoline! And you can still only drive the speed limit. Gahh...

I'm kinda fed up with people, politics and big companies, who all keep promising things, but never seem to actually get around to doing something about them. When the time comes to buy a house, I'm going to find one that sits on top of a hill that is at least 200 meters above sea level. Even if it is possible to do something about global warming, I don't believe for a second that the governments in the world are actually going to do something about it. They are going to be too busy with their pathetic pissing contests and refuse to do something unless everyone else does something first, or unless someone else pays for whatever needs to be done. Do we prevent the ocean from drowning every single coastal city in the world, or do we whine about how we don't make enough money if we have to spend some on preventing the cities from being drowned? Well, duh, that's a no-brainer. Of course we try to save money!

So... ice caps *will* melt. Sea levels *will* rise. I don't care if global warming is man made or not. What difference does it make? The result will be the same. Everything less than 65 meters above sea level will drown, it's just a matter of time, it seems.

At least my house will be ok, because it's sitting on top of a hill at least 200 meters above sea level.