<?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-943726582180793773</id><updated>2011-12-08T20:46:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nan in Helsinki</title><subtitle type='html'>... sketches of my year in Finland.  :)

This blog is not associated with nor does it reflect the views of the Fulbright Program or the U.S. State Department.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nan</name><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-2875553315823664336</id><published>2010-07-20T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:04:52.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion</title><content type='html'>I've finally wrapped up my year in Finland and am back home in Texas now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that I miss living in Finland.  I miss Europe.  I miss the forthrightness of the people and the simple richness of the culture.  It was all really wonderful, and I hope to retain some elements of it in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to be easily attached.  I always tell people that I'm used to leaving places behind because I had to move so much when I was growing up (I sometimes think that it's a bit of a personality disorder to be able to handle goodbyes to easily), but I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; sad to leave Finland.  I think I'm beginning to feel like an adult, and in leaving, I'm parting with friends who are also adults.  Here are people with real lives, who have accepted me into their lives as a true friend - not just a student, a mentoree, or a little sister - and I'm so grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to everyone who made this a wonderful year:  thank you so much and best wishes for your futures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-2875553315823664336?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/2875553315823664336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/07/conclusion.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/2875553315823664336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/2875553315823664336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/07/conclusion.html' title='Conclusion'/><author><name>Nan</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-8810438949788156838</id><published>2010-06-13T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:51:54.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so on...</title><content type='html'>I realized today that I lost my Helsinki travel card last night... after returning from reporting my lost wallet at the police station... yep, it just keeps getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more seriously, now that I've stopped being angry at the world, I think that God is trying to teach me a lesson.  For the past year, I've gotten used to living on my own, to doing things my way.  Remember my laundry post from last fall?  I think from instances like that, I've learned to streamline my life.  I'm starting to figure out the little comforts that I enjoy:  doing things with my hands, baking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creating&lt;/span&gt; things in general, lighting candles, reading at night, cute kitchenware, etc.  But I've also figured out an order in life that I enjoy and am unnecessarily proud of at times, and I get stressed when that order is upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God's trying to teach me that it's not necessary - and maybe even destructive - to rely so much on my own sense of order... the world isn't that orderly, and the messiness is kind of beautiful at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I met the young cheerleader on the tram again last week, third time this year.  We acknowledged each other with smiles, hers very shy.  Then when she got off the tram, I saw her looking for me.  When our eyes met, we waved goodbye.  It was really nice.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-8810438949788156838?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/8810438949788156838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-so-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/8810438949788156838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/8810438949788156838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-so-on.html' title='And so on...'/><author><name>Nan</name><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-943726582180793773.post-8932561933079476467</id><published>2010-06-12T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:42:30.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed emotions</title><content type='html'>I lost my wallet, and the attached keys, today, just a few short weeks before leaving Finland.  It sucked.  And the morning was another miserably drizzly one.  The afternoon was better but rather schizophrenic, as Terrence put it.  The clouds rushed across the sky making the day mostly sunny, sometimes cloudy, and always very windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After losing my wallet, one of my thoughts was that I couldn't wait to go back to the U.S.  I just looked forward to being past this mess of canceling cards, needing to get a new license, and possibly having to pay loads and loads of money to replace my key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little after 21.00, I finally made up my mind to brave the weather - which had by then become drizzly again and extremely windy - suck it up, and go make a report at the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sullenly took the elevator down to catch the bus, but just as I found a seat, I saw an elderly man fall down stiffly onto the wet sidewalk near the bus stop.  It was like watching a wooden board tip over as a result of some freak of gravity.  The guy behind me in line was paying the bus driver, but he stopped and got off the bus to try to help the old man.  He took a look at his head and hands, which were bleeding onto the pavement, asked him some questions, tried to call someone, and finally helped him sit up to wait for help.  He was having some difficulty tugging the old man up at first, so I was about to get off the bus myself, when a couple of girls, who had appeared to wait for the next bus, agreed to call the ambulance (or call someone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soitta&lt;/span&gt;...).  In the meantime, the bus driver waited for the guy to get back on the bus.  Having put the old man in the care of the girls, he returned and thanked the driver for waiting.  The driver said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ei mitään&lt;/span&gt;" (it's nothing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that entire episode, I had completely forgotten about my missing wallet.  There was something about it that produced mixed emotions in me.  I was reminded of why I love Finland, love the decency of the people here, and love trying to be a part of that decency.  Watching someone help an old man.  Learning to offer my seat on the tram to some grandmother... though after a few minutes of hesitation, I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, making my way to the police station in that rain - with my umbrella flapping around unhelpfully in the wind and my shoes becoming progressively squishy - was something else, but by the time I was halfway home again, I was really happy.  Listening to "&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Se mig som jag är" then the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, I attempted to sing along, out loud, on the streets, which were my own for a bit because of the dreariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-8932561933079476467?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/8932561933079476467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/06/mixed-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/8932561933079476467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/8932561933079476467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/06/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed emotions'/><author><name>Nan</name><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-943726582180793773.post-6923060760324057578</id><published>2010-06-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:07:56.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>A good day in Helsinki...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning started off sunny but ungloriously normal, with the forecast of a drizzly day looming just at the edge of that unpredictable Finnish sky, but I had gotten enough sleep for the second night in a row and managed to get up early enough to throw together some sandwiches and pay the housing manager.  I was late in catching a bus to lab, but I managed to connect quickly to my second bus and so was not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first really sweet surprise happened at the bus stop, while I was waiting for that bus to lab.  I was feeling fairly impatient, as I had already missed the two previous ones, but suddenly I thought I heard a strange, small voice calling my name.  "Naaann.  Naaann."  Thinking I was hearing things, I ignored it for a second before looking up in the direction of the sound.  It ended up being Samuel!  He is a little boy that I "mind" once a week - the cutest baby boy - and he was saying hi with his dad Mark from Mark's apartment balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, I went to Mikko and his girlfriend's housewarming party.  I really appreciate Mikko.  A few days ago, we left lab at the same time, and it made me unreasonably happy.  :)  It's funny.  Perhaps because it takes so long to get to know Finns, when a Finn starts to open up, it feels really worthwhile and special.  At the party itself, I had a good time talking and joking with people from lab.  Now that my time in the lab is almost at an end, I'm becoming more reluctant to go, when I see the progress that I have finally made in building some of these relationships... and just how wonderful the people in my lab are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, I headed to the city center to wait for Mark below the Torni - with it's pretty tower that glitters at night - where Mark has been interning this summer.  It was around 11.30pm, and the city was absolutely beautiful.  There's something about summery Friday evenings in Helsinki that makes one indescribably... content.  Perhaps it's the peacefulness that surrounds all the bustle; perhaps it's the still visible hint of a fading day that gently fills the air with a deep blue glow.  Just beautiful.  When speaking about Finland, both Erika and Elliot have said things along the lines of:  you don't realize how much it's grown on you until you leave, and then you really miss it.  I think I'm already starting to miss this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I found Mark, we went to Molly Malone's, his part-time place.  We grabbed a drink with a couple of his co-workers there, including a British guy who reminds me a little of a tall hobbit.  We talked about his love for his family, building a life in Finland, his enthusiasm for his summer job and Torni, and me becoming a part of the Irish family, at large.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Finland has grown on me, especially now that I finally feel like I'm building a life for myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/TBLMnOuYyGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UDIOXOn_mnY/s1600/IMG_2976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/TBLMnOuYyGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UDIOXOn_mnY/s400/IMG_2976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481668670802937954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view from Erika's apartment, at around 11.30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-6923060760324057578?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/6923060760324057578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/6923060760324057578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/6923060760324057578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/TBLMnOuYyGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UDIOXOn_mnY/s72-c/IMG_2976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-1298886758165555150</id><published>2010-05-23T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:36:46.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live life earnestly</title><content type='html'>That's my conclusion from our Fulbright gathering tonight at Elliot's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's the right thing to do, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not the right thing to do, don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in it, go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No if's, but's, what's, when's, etc etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-1298886758165555150?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/1298886758165555150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/05/live-life-earnestly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/1298886758165555150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/1298886758165555150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/05/live-life-earnestly.html' title='Live life earnestly'/><author><name>Nan</name><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-943726582180793773.post-2227744910612975932</id><published>2010-02-25T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:41:07.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW and more...</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the delay in putting up new stories!  Here is another compilation picture post.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first of all... yay Finland for beating the Czech Republic in ice hockey this morning!  Only four teams left now:  Finland, Slovakia (who beat Sweden!), USA, and Canada.  Finland plays USA tomorrow night.  Now that's something to anticipate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said a couple of months ago that the snow doesn't pile up much here.  Well, boy, was I wrong.  I haven't seen sidewalk concrete for over a month now, and at some places, the snow has been shoveled into a pile as tall - or taller - than me!  Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the road outside my apartment.  There is so much snow that it is difficult to tell where the sidewalk ends and where the road begins.  Remember my post about the bus drivers having incredible skills?  They truly truly do.  However, even they cannot compete with Mr. Weather sometimes.  Kumpula is the physical sciences campus of the U. of Helsinki near my apartment.  The narrow, winding roads had so much snow earlier this month that only one bus could pass at a time, while the other unfortunate one would have to carefully back up into some side road.  They ended up canceling that segment of the route altogether for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4bvfkSMAMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UDeR5cg7e8M/s1600-h/IMG_1005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4bvfkSMAMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UDeR5cg7e8M/s320/IMG_1005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442300525318766786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when cars are left parking for an entire winter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4bvhKYGxHI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zgFJsChXymQ/s1600-h/IMG_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4bvhKYGxHI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zgFJsChXymQ/s320/IMG_1038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442300552724006002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senate Square.  There is so much snow that the steps are no longer steps.  Some brave teens have actually turned these steps into a sledding hill.  Only a thin path, barely visible on the right side of the picture, has been cleared for visitors to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4bvgcVpxLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/v2pbHpokpos/s1600-h/IMG_1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4bvgcVpxLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/v2pbHpokpos/s320/IMG_1012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442300540365685938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the snowy landscape can be quite beautiful, too, especially when the sun comes out, and that is happenings more and more these days.  In fact, by 6pm, there is still light outside.  This is a huge deal considering that two months ago, the sun was still setting before 4pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4bvhsKViGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VT6QTOwErbY/s1600-h/IMG_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4bvhsKViGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VT6QTOwErbY/s320/IMG_1042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442300561793058914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much untouched snow that it's kind of amazing!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with all of that snow to take care of and an entire city to keep functional, the snow plows are often seen hard at work.  I watched these two shovel snow the other day.  Their motions were so deft (and their color so yellow) that they reminded me very much of Wall-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Wall-E number one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4b4Ml23FII/AAAAAAAAAU4/hYSNsCkGKQ4/s1600-h/IMG_1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4b4Ml23FII/AAAAAAAAAU4/hYSNsCkGKQ4/s320/IMG_1069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442310094928155778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and there comes Wall-E number two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4b4NO2b1DI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GlxD90Rdb_U/s1600-h/IMG_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4b4NO2b1DI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GlxD90Rdb_U/s320/IMG_1068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442310105932223538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the snow brings us to the topic of winter sports.  Winter sports, such as cross-country skiing and ice-skating, are an integral part of Finnish culture and education.  From a young age, it is mandatory for Finnish children to at least learn the basics of these sports through their physical education classes.  This winter has been the coldest and snowiest Helsinki has seen in YEARS, and this week, school children get a holiday just to play in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, instead of Lent, there are two days of celebration called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laiskiassunnuntai &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laiskiastiistai&lt;/span&gt; (Shrove Sunday and Shrove Tuesday), except they are basically days designated for sledding.   I don't think I've talked much about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulla&lt;/span&gt; yet, but it is pretty important in Finland.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pulla&lt;/span&gt; is a traditional Finnish sweet bun.  However, it tends to be more dense than the buns that we are used to, and it contains a special spice, the name of which I always forget.  So the Finns create various versions of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulla&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate their various holidays.  For lent, they have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laiskiaispulla&lt;/span&gt;.  (I didn't take a picture myself, so this one is actually from online.)  It's a basic pulla filled in the center with a delicious whipped cream (and sometimes jelly, too!) and topped with sugar or sliced almonds or both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mediaserver-2.vuodatus.net/g/15380/1235212986_Kettuterroristit%20-%20laskiaispulla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 252px;" src="http://mediaserver-2.vuodatus.net/g/15380/1235212986_Kettuterroristit%20-%20laskiaispulla.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Runeberg's Day, which celebrates the poet Runeberg, they have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;runebergin pulla&lt;/span&gt;.  This variation is a little more extreme, but the sweet nature of the bread, as well as that special spice, are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4b2VK5G2ZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/oi5X3nMZIrI/s1600-h/IMG_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4b2VK5G2ZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/oi5X3nMZIrI/s320/IMG_1015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442308043285387666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying that I'm going to get fat if I stay in Finland much longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Valentine's Day, Finns celebrate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ystäväpäivä&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ystävä&lt;/span&gt; = friend, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;päivä &lt;/span&gt;= day.  Only recently has the holiday taken on a more romantic tone, with the increasing influence of mainstream Western culture.  But this day in Finland can still be celebrated with friends and other meaningful relations.  I liked this postcard so much that I bought it and stuck it up on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4b4No0xoaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/A19kNVIFcOE/s1600-h/IMG_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4b4No0xoaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/A19kNVIFcOE/s320/IMG_1014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442310112904585634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally - and briefly - a small reflection of Finnish humor, which a couple of friends and I found at a computer cluster in the main university library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4b4NbWm3tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/946yUIhZh9U/s1600-h/IMG_1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4b4NbWm3tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/946yUIhZh9U/s320/IMG_1077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442310109288390354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated, it reads "SLOWEST MACHINE IN THE WORLD."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-2227744910612975932?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/2227744910612975932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-and-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/2227744910612975932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/2227744910612975932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-and-more.html' title='SNOW and more...'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S4bvfkSMAMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UDeR5cg7e8M/s72-c/IMG_1005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-7334211368118724751</id><published>2010-01-29T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:20:29.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Swimming!</title><content type='html'>Last week, I finally got to go ice swimming with Erika, Kate, and some ladies from the Fulbright center:  Johanna who led us, Topi, and elegant Terhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S2L9SisJNCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9q1tdqLMmm8/s1600-h/20+January+2010+Kuusij%C3%A4rvi+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S2L9SisJNCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9q1tdqLMmm8/s320/20+January+2010+Kuusij%C3%A4rvi+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432182595553670178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound crazy, but there's something really wonderful about ice swimming.  First we walked shivering over a snowy path from the changing room to the steaming smoke sauna.  This place was kind of funny, in addition to being really warm... Whenever someone came in - especially if it was a man - he would pour a ladle full of water over the hot rocks to create more steaming heat.  I think that seeing who could withstand a hotter sauna was sort of a test of manliness.  I couldn't really handle it at first and had to sit on the steps.  (The temperature is hottest up on the platform.)  Now, this is where the ice swimming comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving the sauna, Johanna told me to breath calmly.  "Just tell yourself that you're not going to die."  It was very good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you step onto the stickily frozen wooden porch and first let yourself adjust to the cold a little bit.  This is pretty important.  The second time I went into the lake, I didn't wait as long to cool down beforehand, and the water felt much colder and stung my skin a little.  So anyway, then you walk over a walkway to the lake, where you slowly let yourself down a slippery ice-covered ladder and into the water.  Those who are brave enough will actually take a short swim around the little lake, but I only dipped myself in then slowly let myself out.  After adjusting to the cold then dipping into the lake, the freezing air actually doesn't feel that bad at all.  It's even rather pleasant.  Then on the way back to the sauna, I could see everyone's bodies enveloped in a cloud of steam.  After the lake, I could withstand much more heat in the sauna and managed to sit on the raised platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S2QyDItm7NI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Ia1DHUE681w/s1600-h/20+January+2010+Kuusij%C3%A4rvi+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S2QyDItm7NI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Ia1DHUE681w/s320/20+January+2010+Kuusij%C3%A4rvi+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432522079975435474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself while outside that the sauna was hot, but now, it's time for the cold part, and the cold part is supposed to be cold.  Somehow, ice swimming ends up being a truly amazing blend of the two extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's a quick fact.  Aaron didn't believe this until he looked it up himself.  While most saunas stay at around 40-50C, Finnish saunas range at about 80-110C (170-230F).  The older men, who are experienced, might try for higher.  And while there are about 5 million people living in Finland, the country has over 2 million saunas.  Amazing in kind of a quirky way, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S2L9SzC1kKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HMYs00IdhZg/s1600-h/20+January+2010+Kuusij%C3%A4rvi+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S2L9SzC1kKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HMYs00IdhZg/s320/20+January+2010+Kuusij%C3%A4rvi+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432182599943819426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left to right:  Johanna, me, Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-7334211368118724751?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/7334211368118724751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-swimming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/7334211368118724751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/7334211368118724751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-swimming.html' title='Ice Swimming!'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S2L9SisJNCI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9q1tdqLMmm8/s72-c/20+January+2010+Kuusij%C3%A4rvi+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-5064709353097971320</id><published>2010-01-25T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T02:41:29.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>European Figure Skating Championships</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I watched the final gala to the European Figure Skating Championships - held in Tallin - with my new roommate from Estonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gala is such a good idea.  No required jumps, no score-keeping.  Just the best of the best doing what they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pairs figure skating... talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;defying gravity&lt;/span&gt;, for real.  Even the camera can't follow them at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O99bwcFwSTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this video was of a better quality, but you get the general gist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-5064709353097971320?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/5064709353097971320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/01/european-figure-skating-championships.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5064709353097971320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5064709353097971320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/01/european-figure-skating-championships.html' title='European Figure Skating Championships'/><author><name>Nan</name><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-943726582180793773.post-5743897624711955290</id><published>2010-01-20T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:48:30.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Nordic Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;- topics that have come up during lab coffee breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;/span&gt;.  Mikko told me that it has snowed approximately 40-50 cm so far this winter.  The ground has been covered with a permanent layer of snow for over a month now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Equinox:  a country of extremes&lt;/span&gt;.  With all this wintry darkness, I think we tend to forget that Finland also has some of the brightest of days.  By the equinox (March 23rd), Finland will again have longer days than most of the rest of the world.  I tried to represent the changing length of day in this doodle.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S1tCyJ_m8OI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SHEMcf7PCbw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S1tCyJ_m8OI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SHEMcf7PCbw/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430007205168869602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ass washer":  best Finnish inventions&lt;/span&gt;.  That's exactly what a man in my lab called it.  I've always wondered what those little hoses, commonly found beside sinks in private and public bathrooms alike, were for, and now I know.  That must be why all the public bathroom stalls here are actual doors that go all the way to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S1tCzND16-I/AAAAAAAAATg/1f9yLGa9-f0/s1600-h/IMG_1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S1tCzND16-I/AAAAAAAAATg/1f9yLGa9-f0/s320/IMG_1002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430007223171804130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drying cupboard is another great Finnish invention.  It's easy to use, saves tons of space, and just makes so much sense!  I'm definitely going to have one built into my future house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S1tCzbazUHI/AAAAAAAAATo/CHgGCWAwj3o/s1600-h/IMG_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S1tCzbazUHI/AAAAAAAAATo/CHgGCWAwj3o/s320/IMG_1004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430007227026198642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polar bears in Norway...&lt;/span&gt;  ... are dangerous.  When scientists go to the research stations in northern Norway, the first thing they are handed is a gun, and their first lesson is on how to shot down a polar bear.  The sad thing is that polar bears will sometimes drift on ice sheets - broken off as a result of global warming - to places where they don't normally exist.  Then they have to be shot and killed, because otherwise they will disturb that particular ecosystem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, despite being carnivores, polar bears don't eat penguins, because penguins only live in the South Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viili:  the mother of all yogurts&lt;/span&gt;.  You always hear about live cultures in bacteria (and how wonderful they are), but with villi, I can actually believe it.  Of a fantastically gooey substance, this almost tasteless snack is normally eaten with some sort of jam and/or fruit.  I think it's somewhat of an acquired taste, though.  I'm trying to acquire it because villi is supposed to be quite good for you, but I still have to eat it with an enormous blob of strawberry jam to stomach it.  This is also specifically Finnish, though the other Nordic countries have their own versions, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S1tCyopnV9I/AAAAAAAAATY/vOI8dcIEbec/s1600-h/IMG_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S1tCyopnV9I/AAAAAAAAATY/vOI8dcIEbec/s320/IMG_0999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430007213398120402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-5743897624711955290?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/5743897624711955290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-nordic-facts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5743897624711955290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5743897624711955290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-nordic-facts.html' title='Fun Nordic Facts'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/S1tCyJ_m8OI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SHEMcf7PCbw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-3068526828593388244</id><published>2009-12-16T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:00:41.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter in Helsinki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has started to snow in Helsinki. With the drop in temperature, what used to be drizzles of rain have now become flakes of snow, falling down at intervals throughout the day. It never snows for long (perhaps 15 minutes at a time), but it does so often, leaving the ground covered with a thin, consistent layer of fresh snow. It's pact over sidewalks and streets, powdered elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of interesting to watch the slow flakes outside the window of my bus tonight. Some flakes would hit the side and simply fall to the ground. Others, however, would somehow skid, slide, then skid again to be carried up by the wind, regrouped with its original flurry. It made me think of that part in "Finding Nemo," where the baby turtle tumbles out of the current. Nemo freaks out, and the papa surfer dude turtle says something like, "He'll be alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things made me happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the fall, I met a 12-year-old girl on the tram on her way to cheerleading practice. I ran into her again this afternoon. :) She smiled at me with recognition, and I waved at her. She told me that they had just gone to competition and won 2nd place, almost 1st. She's a flyer, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while waiting for the bus this evening, a young woman started to say something to me in Finnish (fifty something...). Seeing my confusion, she asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you speak English?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did bus 55 come yet?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I'm waiting for that bus, too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, then I haven't missed it! I've had such good luck with buses today! Today really has been a very good day!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. And she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I also found a wedding present for my friend, and it was only a couple of euros! I thought that it would be like 15 euros!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a very high forehead so that beneath her black knit cap, I could've sworn that she was bald, if not for the wisps of blonde hair poking out from underneath. Later on the bus, I sat about a row behind her, and watched her pour herself a small cup of hot tea from a thermostat. She made me really glad, in a small way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been written over the course of two days. It is now day 2, and I now take back what I said before about the on-and-off snow. It has been snowing for about 24 hours now, and on my way home, I saw a city bus being towed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I've actually been pretty impressed by the bus drivers. At -15C, spreading salt on the road no longer helps, because it doesn't lower the freezing point enough. The pastor who conducts our choir told me that while most cars get snow tires in the winter, buses don't. I've found that buses will often attempt to stop a few feet in front of where they would normally stop, then half crunch, half slide into place. On my way into the city today, my bus slipped at a turn, then basically swiveled around to make the turn, reoriented itself and kept going. These people are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are mostly grayish now, and with so much night, it's good to have little things that make you happy. Here are a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles are very nice for the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7LcLc5rI/AAAAAAAAASI/zqHyiXA8kBY/s1600-h/IMG_0920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416347307083622066" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7LcLc5rI/AAAAAAAAASI/zqHyiXA8kBY/s320/IMG_0920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitting, being productive, and slowly creating something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrGQCleIjI/AAAAAAAAASY/THWMmC2sZ1g/s1600-h/IMG_0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416359480740684338" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrGQCleIjI/AAAAAAAAASY/THWMmC2sZ1g/s320/IMG_0923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying flowers for oneself.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7L2IQfZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tMnRtFUJ9Qc/s1600-h/IMG_0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416347314049547666" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7L2IQfZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tMnRtFUJ9Qc/s320/IMG_0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random boar meat dinner from the neighbors downstairs.  (The Scottish/Irish guy is studying at the school of forestry, of which a group of students had hunted a boar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrGQiJ598I/AAAAAAAAASg/quhuF746LCU/s1600-h/IMG_0926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416359489215002562" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrGQiJ598I/AAAAAAAAASg/quhuF746LCU/s320/IMG_0926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to Helsinki from the States in November, the biggest shock was how much winter had settled in... how much shorter the days were. Now, I'm really beginning to love it. You would think that with being the capital of Lapland and the home of Santa Claus, Finland would put together a grand getup for Christmas, but it hasn't been that way at all. I want to say something about the calm of the snow and whatnot, but I'll just put up some pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional 7-candle setup.  You see these EVERYWHERE... in the window sills of business buildings, government halls, shops, and homes.  This particular one was in one window at the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrHtlAJYKI/AAAAAAAAASw/jXobDIvYRzw/s1600-h/IMG_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416361087707209890" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrHtlAJYKI/AAAAAAAAASw/jXobDIvYRzw/s320/IMG_0946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snowy morning at the bus stop, at around 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrHuEb7cRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/tBDmGjKZhBM/s1600-h/IMG_0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416361096145236242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrHuEb7cRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/tBDmGjKZhBM/s320/IMG_0968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas tree sale.  :)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joulukuusia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrHuYUBuMI/AAAAAAAAATA/USBBcLL_BVo/s1600-h/IMG_0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416361101480802498" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrHuYUBuMI/AAAAAAAAATA/USBBcLL_BVo/s320/IMG_0974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika's friend Janna discovered some Christmas lights in a drawer.  Our apartment has a small plastic tree left by a previous tenant, so we made it up into a little Christmas display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7KWQD_bI/AAAAAAAAARw/uSfQu88kBnE/s1600-h/IMG_0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416347288312479154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7KWQD_bI/AAAAAAAAARw/uSfQu88kBnE/s320/IMG_0901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful Paivi and energetic-child-at-heart Maria before a choir concert at a nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7LEXfKjI/AAAAAAAAASA/gtU3cwFWd08/s1600-h/IMG_0942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416347300691651122" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7LEXfKjI/AAAAAAAAASA/gtU3cwFWd08/s320/IMG_0942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 5cm-ish angel ornament from a really nice holiday gathering at Paivi's home.  Everyone received one of these - "small (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pieni&lt;/span&gt;) or even smaller." Maria followed it up with, "God can see greatness even in small things." And, with a look of surprise as we each drew a present out of a bag, "Nan, you got the biggest one!  The biggest one for the smallest person.  See, you're important to God, too."  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7K-92gII/AAAAAAAAAR4/QGzEQCkmm2k/s1600-h/IMG_0989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416347299241951362" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7K-92gII/AAAAAAAAAR4/QGzEQCkmm2k/s320/IMG_0989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-3068526828593388244?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/3068526828593388244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-in-helsinki.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/3068526828593388244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/3068526828593388244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-in-helsinki.html' title='Winter in Helsinki'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Syq7LcLc5rI/AAAAAAAAASI/zqHyiXA8kBY/s72-c/IMG_0920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-5123991678554785284</id><published>2009-12-14T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:48:02.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aurinko paistaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrQ0NVTg0I/AAAAAAAAATI/hMn6y9Ovxuo/s1600-h/IMG_0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrQ0NVTg0I/AAAAAAAAATI/hMn6y9Ovxuo/s320/IMG_0944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416371097217237826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun came out today, along with a pale blue sky!  Though we are now at about -15 degrees Celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my H1N1 vaccination this afternoon.  All students under the age of 25 can get it in Finland for free.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the slack in updates!  More will come in the next couple of days... once I finish my Finnish exam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-5123991678554785284?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/5123991678554785284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/12/aurinko-paistaa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5123991678554785284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5123991678554785284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/12/aurinko-paistaa.html' title='Aurinko paistaa!'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SyrQ0NVTg0I/AAAAAAAAATI/hMn6y9Ovxuo/s72-c/IMG_0944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-5288102008732843106</id><published>2009-12-10T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:55:36.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fire marshall has maintained...</title><content type='html'>"The fire marshall has maintained that it is not allowed to light candles at any time in the Biomedicum Helsinki building... not even during the holiday season."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- on a TV monitor in my research building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-5288102008732843106?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/5288102008732843106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/12/fire-marshall-has-maintained.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5288102008732843106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5288102008732843106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/12/fire-marshall-has-maintained.html' title='The fire marshall has maintained...'/><author><name>Nan</name><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-943726582180793773.post-2349977846952134121</id><published>2009-11-04T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:49:12.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of Country Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I put this entry off, until I was able to get pictures from the Fulbright Center.  The setting of this entry is the American Voices Conference in Turku a couple of weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For the conference, each of us presented on an aspect of American culture near and dear to us.  My topic was country music (in the last 15 years, as I've known it), and if nothing else, it was great to share some of my favorite songs with a room full of Finns.  I started with a slide on "how to speak Southern."  This was followed by the trends that I have seen in the last decade... from the old gentle, story-telling style, to a bigger and more pop-like sound, with colorful explorations of the use of music videos, and to now.  I ended with a large section on the themes that have stayed the same.  I really enjoyed this section, and it gave me an opportunity to look up the lyrics to some old favorites.  This one by Tim McGraw is so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my kind of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Like love in a drunken sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; She's confetti falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Down all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my presentation, one man made several comments about how country music is a bit like traditional African folk music, with focuses on story-telling and the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a couple of comments about how Protestant country music is, and whether it is possible for nonreligious people to enjoy country music.  My answer was "yes".  I think that the core of country music lies in telling stories from real life, and if God is a part of life for some people, then it will show up in the music.  The nice thing about country music, though, is that it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to be religious.  God shows up, in the same way that love and loss do.  Afterward, Mrs. Stein - Julia's mom who was visiting - came up to me to tell me more.  She's from the South, so she was really happy about my presentation, and she also had a lot of insight to share.  I wish she had been up there with me to answer some of those questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;answer would have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origins of country music really date back to the Great Depression, when the small farmers and cowboys of the South were really having a hard time.  People didn't have a lot money, so life was simple.  Church was important, because it was probably the primary social outlet for many people, so religion naturally made its way into the music.  Similarly, because life was simple, events such as love, loss, and even the rain were a big deal.  When you didn't have a lot to talk about, you talked about the loves and losses in your life.  So that's how country music became a form of story telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a few pictures from the conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvHS2XhQRvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WuSAjcp_EGw/s1600-h/DSC_6665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvHS2XhQRvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WuSAjcp_EGw/s320/DSC_6665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400329259662198514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The American ambassador kicked off the conference with a shout-out to the Fulbright program.  By the way, I know it's hard to see him, but doesn't he remind you of Mr. Schwarzenegger, just a little bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvHS2t0-EJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uRW7TpDHNaA/s1600-h/DSC_6685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvHS2t0-EJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uRW7TpDHNaA/s320/DSC_6685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400329265650471058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner on a boat, called the "Rudolph", I believe.  I order a plate with three types of fish.  I'm wearing a pink sweater, and the lady sitting next to me is named Terhi.  Terhi is probably the most elegant person I know.  I can't decide whether when I grow older, I want to be like Terhi or like one of those ladies who ravingly speak their mind and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvHS3D533dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TdlWmvZk3TM/s1600-h/DSC_6718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvHS3D533dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TdlWmvZk3TM/s320/DSC_6718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400329271576616402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The river running through Turku:   the city's pride and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-2349977846952134121?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/2349977846952134121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-of-country-music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/2349977846952134121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/2349977846952134121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-of-country-music.html' title='The Heart of Country Music'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvHS2XhQRvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WuSAjcp_EGw/s72-c/DSC_6665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-1133206440315367139</id><published>2009-11-03T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:05:57.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8am, post daylight savings, late October, Finland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvDCl-qZYRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ySfUvjqXc1I/s1600-h/IMG_0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvDCl-qZYRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ySfUvjqXc1I/s400/IMG_0827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400029910948995346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvDCXerbWNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ebon_oC1TxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvDCXerbWNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ebon_oC1TxQ/s400/IMG_0828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400029661845215442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were so beautiful that I had to put them up.  I caught this softly glowing view from my balcony one morning, before I had to run downstairs to catch the bus to lab.  This is what I mean by "gentle grayness."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-1133206440315367139?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/1133206440315367139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/11/8am-post-daylight-savings-on-late.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/1133206440315367139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/1133206440315367139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/11/8am-post-daylight-savings-on-late.html' title='8am, post daylight savings, late October, Finland'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SvDCl-qZYRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ySfUvjqXc1I/s72-c/IMG_0827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-5892714397817073221</id><published>2009-11-03T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:01:53.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane Conversations</title><content type='html'>On my way from JFK to DFW last Thursday, the plane I was on flew over several storms so that the seat belt sign never went off once.  At one point, we dropped for a good 2 seconds, and I heard a soft collective gasp sort of ripple down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through stages with flying, from youthful fears, to a rather matter-of-fact enjoyment and peace during college, to a couple of rough flights that set the fear going again.  I've found that I'm not too afraid of little bumps along the way, but unexpected falls and rises tend to get my heart going.  And that doesn't help at all, considering how much and how often I have to fly nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm amazed by how just the right people have turned up next to me at the right times to alleviate my fears about flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, when we hit turbulence, I just compare it to being in an off-road four-wheeler.  Then it's not so bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My husband is getting his license in instrument flying, and he told me that once you're in the air, there's virtually zero chance of anything going wrong."  Well, that's fortunate, since I actually enjoy take-offs and landings, so I don't worry about those.  At the same time, she took away some of my fears about cruising, the part I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from Yale after graduation, we flew over a storm, which produced a good amount of turbulence.  The lady next to me was married to an army pilot.  Her hand tightened around his arm.  He shrugged, "Just some bumps."  Then perhaps feeling that he needed to say something more, he put away his book and turned to me, "During a storm, there are these air columns that accelerate up and down.  When a plane flies over them, it gets accelerated along with the air.  That's why it feels like the plane is rising and falling.  But don't worry, these planes are built to withstand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; more than this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we can't forget the international flight pilot, who accommodatingly answered any and all questions I had about the mechanics of flying, while adding interesting facts of his own.  Good man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-5892714397817073221?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/5892714397817073221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/11/airplane-conversations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5892714397817073221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5892714397817073221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/11/airplane-conversations.html' title='Airplane Conversations'/><author><name>Nan</name><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-943726582180793773.post-7045526886338762356</id><published>2009-10-26T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:14:24.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Coffee at McDonalds</title><content type='html'>Christoph:  One latte, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man at the counter:  I'm sorry.  May I offer you a regular cup of coffee for free instead?  [Looks at me]  Would you like one, too?  [I nod dumbly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought process:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait... free?  Really?  I must have heard wrong&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's too easy...NOTHING is free here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My words to Christoph:  Did he really just say "for free??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christoph:  Yeah!  That's what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words to the man:  Wow, kiiitos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how we got two cups of coffee with milk for free from McDonalds.  :)  It turns out that they were supposed to sell latte until 10pm.  However, they had cleaned the machine 10 minutes early tonight, so the man felt obligated to give us free coffee instead.  I like Finns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-7045526886338762356?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/7045526886338762356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-coffee-at-mcdonalds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/7045526886338762356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/7045526886338762356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-coffee-at-mcdonalds.html' title='Free Coffee at McDonalds'/><author><name>Nan</name><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-943726582180793773.post-4920120655990370062</id><published>2009-10-26T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:11:28.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Bar</title><content type='html'>Two of the Fulbright girls have this idea of holding regular dinner parties, where we all invite our friends, so that we can meet each others friends and make more friends. So anyway, we began with Indian food night on Saturday.  I ended up missing most of it because of a feud with Expedia, but the food was delicious, and I was able to make it out to a karaoke bar with them afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar, Paja, was filled with old regulars, who were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; excited to see us.  The bar wasn't packed, so we didn't have to wait for hours to get a song in, and they were so welcoming... "New blood, that's why," Erika told me.  :)  In fact, one elderly lady bought Alex and me each a blueberry shot with whipped cream for singing "You're Still the One" by Shania Twain, because she wanted us to have more fun.  They spoke broken English, and we spoken negligible Finnish, but it was great.  During a few of the songs, one couple waltzed around the bar counter, as the rest of us standing - the Americans - swayed in various directions.  Another blond lady, probably over 60, pulled off her hairtie to shake her hair around her shoulders and dance with us.  We want to go back and perhaps become regulars, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other happenings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, or second uncle I suppose, visited Helsinki on a business trip from China.  It still sort of blows my mind that after only seeing family about once a decade, I've gotten to see an uncle for the second time this year by being in Helsinki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuXGtmsNM_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/RVUwjTCVAjw/s1600-h/P1110344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuXGtmsNM_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/RVUwjTCVAjw/s320/P1110344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396938215255782386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Herring Festival.  :)  Fish pastries, super dark and rich Finnish bread, cloudberry jam, and all sorts of pickled herrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuXGt6NlNhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Bh31xCfefGg/s1600-h/IMG_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuXGt6NlNhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Bh31xCfefGg/s320/IMG_0809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396938220496041490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuXGuI4-4pI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iiqbG4fPito/s1600-h/IMG_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuXGuI4-4pI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iiqbG4fPito/s320/IMG_0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396938224436175506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best cheeses I have had thus far, maybe even the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuXHRM3wAjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YWTlFP8h99E/s1600-h/IMG_0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuXHRM3wAjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YWTlFP8h99E/s320/IMG_0802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396938826800169522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-4920120655990370062?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/4920120655990370062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/karaoke-bar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/4920120655990370062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/4920120655990370062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/karaoke-bar.html' title='Karaoke Bar'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuXGtmsNM_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/RVUwjTCVAjw/s72-c/P1110344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-4013691867957896014</id><published>2009-10-21T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:18:30.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Update 1!</title><content type='html'>Some of you, especially those who supported me through the application process, might be wondering how my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;project&lt;/span&gt; is actually going.  I haven't talked much about it for a couple of reasons.  1. Information security in my lab - like all other forms of security in Finland - is rather tight, so I can't speak in depth about the subject matter.  2. The progress has been slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The autism group here is currently in sort of a state of flux.  Half of the Peltonen lab is situated at the Sanger Institute in Cambridge.  My immediate adviser is about to transfer to Sanger, and another PhD student is already there.  That leaves a graduate student, an undergraduate, and myself.  It's a little scary, but perhaps exciting, too, as an opportunity to do some independent thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the project itself, the preliminary data, which was supposed to have been complete before my arrival, is still being collected. I've been trying to be productive, though, by learning UNIX for linkage analysis and working on a couple of small projects.  Whether or not the linkage analysis produces anything good, I'm glad to be learning it, since genetics is becoming so bioinformatics based and really over my head.  :)  I hope that soon, I will get to work on my originally intended project, but overall, I'm just going to push myself to learn as much as I can this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the days are getting shorter now, and the nights longer.  The change really accelerages during the end of September and the beginning of October, and now it seems to have settled into a more constant pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought before that Finns would be hardered to this drastic change of seasons, but they're actually quite sensitive to it, perhaps because the change is so drastic... from all day to almost all night, every year.  I can sense it in my lab.  The coffee breaks are just a little heavier.  People in general are becoming a little more moody and irritable.  Terhi tells me that you learn to appreciate the dark, and I think that this is true.  I personally prefer loads of sunshine, but the grayer days are sort of gentle, when not windy, and really not very cold.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ruska&lt;/span&gt; of the autumn is also settling in and slowly fleeing, in turns depending on the type of tree, so that bright yellow leaves are swirling around all the time.  And it's really neat the rare moments when the sun decides to appear and tints all the buildings with gold.  This sounds cheesy, but it's a fitting time to start drawing on those inner sources of joy: listen to good music, read good books, and appreciate good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuCubTbw3BI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WJmLQ5q3PNk/s1600-h/IMG_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuCubTbw3BI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WJmLQ5q3PNk/s320/IMG_0815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395504137686277138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a rough week for many of us with the Fulbright, personally and professionally.  Asked by Karoliina about the progress of our projects, many of us have found ourselves facing new challenges and finding new directions.  On the personal side, we're all really glad and grateful to be here, but the realities of living in a foreign country for a year are beginning to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the overall tone of our grants will be like a wave.  Giddy excitement, followed by the harder face of reality, until things equilibrate into a steadier, calmer sort of content enjoyment and productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuCubpJqcAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1DTfi21lkwI/s1600-h/IMG_0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuCubpJqcAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1DTfi21lkwI/s320/IMG_0813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395504143515938818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-4013691867957896014?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/4013691867957896014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/project-update-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/4013691867957896014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/4013691867957896014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/project-update-1.html' title='Project Update 1!'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SuCubTbw3BI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WJmLQ5q3PNk/s72-c/IMG_0815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-4939103789886333665</id><published>2009-10-12T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:08:57.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>The elevator in our apartment complex smelled like wet dog this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed for the first time in Helsinki today.  It was mixed with rain, though, so the weather was quite cold and gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that our apartment heater is finally on, high enough for the metal panel along the wall to feel warm to the touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-4939103789886333665?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/4939103789886333665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-snow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/4939103789886333665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/4939103789886333665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>Nan</name><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-943726582180793773.post-7007249114472878580</id><published>2009-10-11T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:55:12.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Choir, and settling in...  :)</title><content type='html'>I am joining a small group of amateur singers who call themselves the Hospital Choir.  The group has been around for a couple of decades, and now, it consists of a core of eight or so middle aged and elderly woman, plus a younger pianist called Marika, and a pastor who conducts and sings bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a blessing to find this group.  I've been looking for something simple and musical to do, and they were one of only a couple of community choirs I found online, with English websites.  They practice once a week and then go sing at nursing homes for people who can't make it to church anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first nursing home visit after church today.  I didn't sing, since I don't know most of the songs yet, but it was very sweet.  The nurses walked/wheeled 15-20 ladies into a small dining room, where the choir sang for them.  Somewhere in the middle, Paivi performed two solos.  Listening to her, I realized that she was actually quite good.  Her voice has become a little more coarse and trembled ever so slightly from the effects of age, but it still sent little shivers through me, as she made her way through the melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, a few of the ladies at the nursing home tried to speak to me.  Unwilling to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en puhu suomea&lt;/span&gt; (I don't speak Finnish) to open-hearted old women who in turn didn't speak English, I just tried to smile and nodd.  I was, however, able to catch a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hyva&lt;/span&gt;'s (good) throughout their speech, so I could say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiitos&lt;/span&gt; (thank you) in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my first practice with the choir, a few of the women told me that they had been praying for new people and were very happy that I had found them.  It felt strange... to be the answer to someone else's prayers.  I've prayed for similar things with other groups before, but I've never been on the other end.  In a way... it's very humbling... to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; the blessing, also to know that God is still watching out for me, even when I'm not paying half so much attention to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group has been been the answer to my hopes, too, hopes that I honestly didn't put much prayer or heart into.  I had hoped, without seriously believing, that I would find a good church in Helsinki.  But through Lea, the lady who created the English website, I have actually discovered a good Baptist church, in a country that's over 90% Lutheran, since the state religion is Lutheran.  The services are in Finnish (with English translations), but they remind me a lot of some churches I have been to at home.  When I mentioned this to Lea, she told me that the church was founded by an American pastor over 20 years ago.  Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm further settling in.  I only have a few good friends, but they are friends that I can just hang out with, whether it's in a bar, on an island, or at someone's apartment.  At an international student party this past weekend, I knew enough people to feel close to some and comfortable around others.  It's really wonderful to feel less and less self-conscious and to be in a setting where there are enough people whom I care about, as well as people who care for me.  Just enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This knowing of people is related to something that I sort of love about Helsinki.  It's the capital and has a big-city feel, but at the same time, it's really not very big at all.  It's nice when I can walk through a Unicafe and say "Hi, how are you?" to the few people I recognize.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-7007249114472878580?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/7007249114472878580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/hospital-choir-and-settling-in.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/7007249114472878580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/7007249114472878580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/hospital-choir-and-settling-in.html' title='Hospital Choir, and settling in...  :)'/><author><name>Nan</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-4342596199672692097</id><published>2009-10-06T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:09:38.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilpisjärvi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5vJmnS-cI/AAAAAAAAANI/WKGti3DJGrY/s1600-h/9619_146314199666_607354666_2611472_7582868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5vJmnS-cI/AAAAAAAAANI/WKGti3DJGrY/s320/9619_146314199666_607354666_2611472_7582868_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390368014783936962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals in coming to Finland was to go as far north as I could.  I was finally able to do that this past weekend, at least within the bounds of Finland, by visiting Kilpisjärvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at a Finnish map, Finland is a lady, and Kilpisjarvi is a tiny town in her left arm, at the point where Finland meets Sweden and Norway.  I was lucky to have heard of a biological station there from a man at the University of Helsinki.  Apparently, any person who is in any way affiliated with the U of H can visit the station for just 20 euros a night, so I jumped at the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip took about 20 hours each way, with an overnight train ride on the Santa Express (the actual name ^^) to Rovaniemi, followed by 8 hours on a bus.  By the way, Santa Claus lives in Rovaniemi... that's why all the children in Finland get their Christmas presents one day early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to talk a bit about the bus ride. This one bus delivered mail, newspapers, very young school children, and travelers, all along its eight-hour route. Our two drivers (or was it a driver and a mailman?) took a break every couple of hours at gas stations to drink coffee and chat.  And their personal destination was an overnight fishing trip further up north. It makes me happy in a tingly sort of way when I think about it, to know that such simple goodness still exists in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5vKlaxcBI/AAAAAAAAANY/7AH-lbAWL3w/s1600-h/IMG_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5vKlaxcBI/AAAAAAAAANY/7AH-lbAWL3w/s320/IMG_0545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390368031642841106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a 10km hike during our first full day there.  We thought about climbing Saana, the tallest mountain - or fell - in Finland, and it was right across the street, but instead, we decided to climb another mountain to get a better view of the hills of Sweden and the snowy peaks of Norway.  I was surprise by the richness of the arctic soil.  At one point, we lost the path and had to make our way down the side of a fell by maneuvering around small trees, webs of streams, and knolls thickly covered with this soft, mossy greenery. We also found a higher and somewhat barren ranging field of reindeers, lots of reindeers, many of whom had been tagged by phantom shepherds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the station (left); view at the top of the fell (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5xWfLmOFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NmZ0ks95JcY/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5xWfLmOFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NmZ0ks95JcY/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390370435150264402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arctic really holds its own beauty:  barren but surprisingly lush, and colorful in a subtle sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5xV0bZYwI/AAAAAAAAANw/_r84LnMJIMw/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5xV0bZYwI/AAAAAAAAANw/_r84LnMJIMw/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390370423673807618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we can't forget sauna, which felt wonderful after a hike!  It's surprisingly comfortable to sit in a hot room with a bunch of naked people.  I usually start out in a tank top or a towel, but a couple of minutes in, I just stop trying and end up as bare as everyone else.  I think that the puritanical yet very liberal nature of American culture associates nudeness too much with sex.  In a sauna with eight other naked guys and gals, we really just end up chatting and enjoying each other's company.  All the while, our bodies become hotter and sweatier, until we have to run out for a shower or a dip in the lake, and then you do it again.  :)   In the words of my roommate Erika, "they wouldn't build a station up there, if they couldn't have a sauna!" (I wasn't quite brave enough for the lake, but I hear it wasn't so bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the evening with some good food and a camp fire in a specialized tepee, with benches covered with reindeer skins set up around the fire pit.  This station really was quite well designed.  We talked and played little games, with questions like "What's your favorite color and why?  Now that describes you."  Then we would go around the circle and listen to people's responses.  Nothing super serious but just enough to be thought-provoking and kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5yMoP6aDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dnvVJDEeuqE/s1600-h/IMG_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5yMoP6aDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dnvVJDEeuqE/s320/IMG_0669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390371365297219634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5yNAWSGvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kdh3a1ENhYs/s1600-h/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5yNAWSGvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kdh3a1ENhYs/s320/IMG_0703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390371371766389490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated Melanie's 25th birthday, with a super easy and yummy brownie cake, though I have to say that the making of this cake was kind of epic.  I burned my thumb in the oven (the resulting blister later tore during laundry scrubbing), and the 21 candles half-melted into the warm cake... creating little dips of neon-colored wax.  Addie and I had to hastily pull them all out while in the kitchen, only to stick the candles in again to light them as quickly as possible outside the tepee, protecting the little flames with our bodies, before the wind could get to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5vKNttT4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6ar_RxwXJgQ/s1600-h/9619_146314394666_607354666_2611477_1108606_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5vKNttT4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6ar_RxwXJgQ/s320/9619_146314394666_607354666_2611477_1108606_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390368025279811458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  And for the record, we walked briskly into Sweden... for about 5 seconds.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5yNkxqj5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FQJdQBSr3x4/s1600-h/IMG_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5yNkxqj5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FQJdQBSr3x4/s320/IMG_0733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390371381544914834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a Finn, this trip might have seemed a little like a waste.  We missed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rustra&lt;/span&gt; (fall colors) and we were a tad bit early for the Northern Lights, but it was a wonderful trip in its own way, with some good people.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5vJmnS-cI/AAAAAAAAANI/WKGti3DJGrY/s1600-h/9619_146314199666_607354666_2611472_7582868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-4342596199672692097?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/4342596199672692097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/kilpisjarvi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/4342596199672692097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/4342596199672692097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/kilpisjarvi.html' title='Kilpisjärvi'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Ss5vJmnS-cI/AAAAAAAAANI/WKGti3DJGrY/s72-c/9619_146314199666_607354666_2611472_7582868_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-4381988623378909347</id><published>2009-10-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:13:27.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homage to Fitball</title><content type='html'>Just imagine a group of women (men seem disinclined toward participating in this group training event) stretching, bouncing, balancing, and occasionally falling off of these big plastic balls... as happy music plays in the background.  ^^  Don't let it fool you, though.  Today's session was so intense, especially after my bike ride home, that I felt no shame in giving up halfway through a couple of the exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting to try out "Happy Dance," supposedly a very self-explanatory name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-4381988623378909347?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/4381988623378909347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/homage-to-fitball.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/4381988623378909347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/4381988623378909347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/10/homage-to-fitball.html' title='Homage to Fitball'/><author><name>Nan</name><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-943726582180793773.post-6186200674356859514</id><published>2009-09-26T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T05:10:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the river runs into the sea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6jhPSQ0jI/AAAAAAAAALI/HRuFOaVvjEs/s1600-h/IMG_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6jhPSQ0jI/AAAAAAAAALI/HRuFOaVvjEs/s320/IMG_0468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385921995815834162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of my first month, and money has been flowing out of my account like water, which means that I'm having to be quite cheap until the end of the month.  My excuse is that there have been a lot of start-up costs:  secondhand bike, one-year gym pass (yay for free group training!), Dinsko shoes, condiments, etc etc.  As suggested by Kate, I have started a budget spreadsheet for the rest of my year in Finland, and according to my projected budget, I can finally start to save money next month.  :)  Learning to manage my money via this spreadsheet is surprisingly satisfying.  Because I have no money right now, Christoph and I spent the day around my apartment, rather than going into the city center.  I threw together some leftover ingredients and made us fried chicken (recipe from Robert), fried rice, and this Finnish pastry with rice in the center.  Then we took a walk through an area near my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, my expectations for the walk weren't too high at first, but I was once again blown away by this wild sort of beauty in Finland.  We found the place where a river becomes the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Witch of Blackbird Pond&lt;/span&gt;, by Elizabeth George Speare... a novel I read in high school.  That's what the whole scene reminded me of, especially the place where the river meets the sea, where fields of reeds merge with the water.  It creates this intensely melancholy sort of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6lqcQSamI/AAAAAAAAAMI/deoFGFC-sfI/s1600-h/IMG_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6lqcQSamI/AAAAAAAAAMI/deoFGFC-sfI/s320/IMG_0467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385924352939289186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6lpAhBWSI/AAAAAAAAALw/LYPBiZgMBSU/s1600-h/IMG_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6lpAhBWSI/AAAAAAAAALw/LYPBiZgMBSU/s320/IMG_0497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385924328313411874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a few small fields of daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6lpRPJrRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dSwAyJz2hkc/s1600-h/IMG_0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6lpRPJrRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dSwAyJz2hkc/s320/IMG_0493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385924332801862930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christoph grew up in Kiel, Germany, a city which curves around a bay, much like Helsinki, so he has a bit of knowledge and connection to the sea.  He told me that freshwater fish can actually live in the Baltic Sea.  The many rivers flowing into the Baltic greatly overpower the salt water from the Atlantic, so that the Baltic Sea is almost completely fresh water. The Atlantic perhaps has a salt concentration of 5.8%. The area bordering Germany, which is closer to the Atlantic, is the saltier part of the Baltic at 1%.  In the more northern parts between Finland and Sweden, the salt concentration is maybe 0.1%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neato, half-pier/half-couch-like bench we found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6jh6tk_oI/AAAAAAAAALY/_ZNOg-IJrAA/s1600-h/IMG_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6jh6tk_oI/AAAAAAAAALY/_ZNOg-IJrAA/s320/IMG_0498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385922007473127042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These snails were everywhere in these bushes in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6jiZC9cbI/AAAAAAAAALg/K4Nf9DCx-kM/s1600-h/IMG_0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6jiZC9cbI/AAAAAAAAALg/K4Nf9DCx-kM/s320/IMG_0505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385922015615873458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushrooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6jiwolWsI/AAAAAAAAALo/zd0ehEx7RMs/s1600-h/IMG_0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6jiwolWsI/AAAAAAAAALo/zd0ehEx7RMs/s320/IMG_0508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385922021947693762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming of fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6pMRcV0NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vhKUp4FpkbE/s1600-h/IMG_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6pMRcV0NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vhKUp4FpkbE/s320/IMG_0476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385928232687489234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-6186200674356859514?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/6186200674356859514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-river-runs-into-sea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/6186200674356859514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/6186200674356859514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-river-runs-into-sea.html' title='Where the river runs into the sea...'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sr6jhPSQ0jI/AAAAAAAAALI/HRuFOaVvjEs/s72-c/IMG_0468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-1505269664803345727</id><published>2009-09-23T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:29:12.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Asian in Finland</title><content type='html'>When I had tea with Kirsi last week, she mentioned an article about Finns and the Japanese.  Research somewhere showed that Finns and Japanese people connect more easily than do Finns and Norwegians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it, and there is some validity.  For example, both Finns and the Japanese seem to have this softer, more steadily paced, and respectful manner of speaking.  Additionally, while Tokyo is one of the largest cities in the world, like Helsinki, it is also one of the safest places in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking about my own Chinese heritage.  Recently, I've felt little bits of my Chinese upbringing resurfacing, because of their connection to Finnish culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During tea, whenever Kirsi said something good about herself, she would downplay it immediately afterwards, like 'Oh, but no, maybe not really...'  In China, I had always been taught to hesitate in the face of compliments as a way to be humble.  This means saying things like, 'No, I'm not that good at ...'  After moving to the States, adults thought that this was sweet and a sign of a good upbringing.  However, as I got older, I started to get comments of 'Don't fish for compliments.'   It took me a long time to realize that downplaying personal strengths requires the other person to reaffirm you by saying more good things, and this is a negative indication of a lack of self-esteem in America.  Thus, I learned to say 'Thank you' and just accept or acknowledge the compliment, whichever is appropriate.  On the other hand, when Finns do say something good about you, they mean it as a fact, not a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also noticed a slight change in my mannerisms.  As mentioned above, Finns seem have more paced conversations, where interruptions are considered rude. The American style of conversation is more 'overlapping', oftentimes with people vying for talk space, and it takes some skill.  In the States, I have learned to do this with people I am close to, and only in the past couple of years have I learned to really speak up and speak my mind.  However, now that I am in Finland, I still want to speak my mind and am striving to be truthful, but I find myself less willing to interrupt fast-paced conversations.  When in a group, I'm more inclined to wait for a pause in the interchange - an end to a cluster of thoughts - before jumping in with my own comments.  I'd like to find a good balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny.  If you've ever been to China before, Chinese people can actually be pretty loud and boisterous.  But as a child in China - the daughter of two intellectuals - I was expected to be quieter and more respectful when in public, and I suppose some remnant of that has stuck with me... since it never evolved by also growing up in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New shoes by Dinsko, a Swedish company.  One advantage to having small feet is that most Finns have larger feet, so the sale section often has a good number of small shoes.  I got these for 25 euros.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Srqea-yttJI/AAAAAAAAALA/D7JshEbIxsc/s1600-h/IMG_0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Srqea-yttJI/AAAAAAAAALA/D7JshEbIxsc/s320/IMG_0425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384790490844345490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I bought these because I wanted a pair of everyday-every-activity-shoes, I am also conforming a little to the Finnish sense of style, which I am a little ashamed to admit. The most popular outfit this fall seems to be a loose top, with leggings or skinny jeans and dark shoes.  The overall tone is relatively modest and subdued in color, yet stylish and comfortable, all of which I really like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-1505269664803345727?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/1505269664803345727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-asian-in-finland.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/1505269664803345727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/1505269664803345727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-asian-in-finland.html' title='Being Asian in Finland'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Srqea-yttJI/AAAAAAAAALA/D7JshEbIxsc/s72-c/IMG_0425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-5592258750942598025</id><published>2009-09-21T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:04:43.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets of Daily Life</title><content type='html'>I went to my Fulbright buddy's house for tea on Sunday.  Her email said 'tea and toast,' so that's what I expected - bread and butter - but it was so much more.  By tea, she meant tea or coffee, and by toast, little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;calzone-&lt;/span&gt;looking sandwiches with tomatoes, cheese, salami, and onions... on top of cookies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meringues&lt;/span&gt;, and home-grown plums (plum season).  Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SrqZ_qXVWKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/il2NIDUnCP4/s1600-h/IMG_0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SrqZ_qXVWKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/il2NIDUnCP4/s320/IMG_0437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384785623457814690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way down the stairs to the laundry room tonight, I could smell the various dinners people were cooking. Pasta with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alfredo&lt;/span&gt;, rice, and maybe shrimp.  Then on the way up:  not just rice but sweet and sour sauced Chinese food, shrimp, then pasta again.  It smelled so good, so I thought that I would put up an update about daily life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much about this since moving to Finland.  My first attempt at laundry was an utter disaster that lasted for nearly a week.  The temperatures on the washing machines were confusing, and the dryers were inefficient but endowed with intensive shrinking power.  I also ended up abandoning a bottle of sensitive detergent for good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' colors.  Doing laundry really requires knowing the general characteristics of each item of clothing.  For example, thin shirts and sweaters should be hand-washed once a week, machine-dried halfway, then hung dry.  On the other hand, jeans should be machine-washed, machine-dried almost all the way, then hung-dry.  Also, certain sweaters should NOT be washed with anything else, or you will end up with lint-covered outfits.  I can't help but be a little proud of figuring these things out...though it took a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fiascoes&lt;/span&gt; to do it.  I've also strung some twine across my window for drying socks.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SrqVK_yizxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kRLiubvGs7A/s1600-h/IMG_0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SrqVK_yizxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kRLiubvGs7A/s320/IMG_0429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384780320629509906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my bike to the mechanic on Wednesday, so I'm really missing it at the moment.  Even though biking to lab everyday makes me sweaty and out of breath, I much prefer it to sitting still for an hour on the bus each way.  I'm also missing the daily exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still laugh at myself on the inside, whenever I see elderly ladies whizz past me, as I struggle up long slopes and small hills.  My mentor joked that older folks should not exercise in public... it's too much of a blow to our egos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finnish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Finnish is sadly as poor as ever.  Helsinki is probably one of the most difficult places to learn Finnish.  The minute you start to stumble over your words or look uncertain, the other party will automatically switch to speaking to English.  Phrases like 'Do you speak English?' or 'It's okay if you all speak Finnish to one another' almost produce offended looks.  I'm determined, though, so hopefully I'll get somewhere with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helsinki International Film Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the warmer season is almost over, the city seems to be trying to squeeze in as many festivals and activities as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Helsinki International Film Festive has been going on, and Sunday evening, a few friends and I saw a Finnish movie:  'Overseas and Under Your Skin' (Maata meren alla).  It was actually really good.  It's about a Finnish girl, who was adopted from Africa at the age of three.  Her mother is into progressive movements.  She has always thought that she herself was just another case for her mother, without realizing that her mother had brought her to Finland so that she could grow up in safe place, and the girl goes to Berlin to find her dreams.  Just a brief plot summary doesn't do the movie justice, though.  It never does, because it misses out on the nuances of the dialogue and the neat filming.  There are so many good movies going on!  :)  If only I had the money to watch more of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was shown on a screen in a courtyard behind Cafe Engel.  I was worried about the cold, but there were these great heating devices near the chairs.  I love how good Helsinki is at heating and insulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SrqVLwJywaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xJwydHj_uEg/s1600-h/IMG_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SrqVLwJywaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xJwydHj_uEg/s320/IMG_0448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384780333611925922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SrqVMVb6y_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/U9Yg4O0WU7s/s1600-h/IMG_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SrqVMVb6y_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/U9Yg4O0WU7s/s320/IMG_0449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384780343620062194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeling at Home&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to figure out what it means to feel at home, but I think that it has something to do with building sustainable relationships.  It's about coming home every evening and having one or two close friends to share your thoughts with, some kind soul to taste your newest dishes, or just a friendly roommate who's room you can burst into at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to make friends outside of my flat, too, but it's definitely more difficult to make those long-lasting and deep, without the advantage of living or having classes with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked myself out tonight and had to call Matti, who lives a couple of entryways away, to open the building door for me.  It was nice to have someone to call in this situation:  someone willing to leave his studies for five minutes, throw on a jacket, and come unlock the door for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am finally, in earnest, beginning a personal recipe book.  Since I cook most of my meals now, I've been gathering recipes here and there from friends... a creamy recipe for chanterelle mushrooms (mushroom season!)... boiling, sauteing, and stewing beets in various ways... instructions for pasta from my Austrian flatmate ("The Italians would say to start with cold water.")  Now I can put them all in one place for future reference, with little notes and histories on the side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-5592258750942598025?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/5592258750942598025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/09/daily-life-snippets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5592258750942598025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5592258750942598025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/09/daily-life-snippets.html' title='Snippets of Daily Life'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SrqZ_qXVWKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/il2NIDUnCP4/s72-c/IMG_0437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-5412596812625696832</id><published>2009-09-13T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:00:56.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock Church</title><content type='html'>I went to the Rock Church (Temppeliaukion kirkko) today to try to catch the English service.  The church is actually Lutheran, the main religion in Finland.  I don't know what Lutheran means exactly, but I figured that as long as they talked about Jesus in a non-blasphemous way, then I would be happy.  It turned out the English service had actually taken place two hours earlier, so instead, I just sat in the sanctuary of the church for about half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Church is one of my favorite places in Helsinki.  It was difficult to get a good picture, so I am including a picture of a postcard.  The door is on ground level, and the architectural idea is to make the church accessible, down-to-earth, and welcoming to all who might want to participate.  I like that.  The inside is simple but elegant and very peaceful.  When no services are happening, the church becomes a tourist attraction, but the quiet, calm feel of the place remains, with light organ or piano music in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq123z8ED8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nzG-KhACw6A/s1600-h/IMG_0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq123z8ED8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nzG-KhACw6A/s320/IMG_0237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381087830984626114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq123YkOayI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ezhpSF74VJs/s1600-h/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq123YkOayI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ezhpSF74VJs/s320/IMG_0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381087823636884258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq1225G_LCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vaexRUlDG38/s1600-h/IMG_0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq1225G_LCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vaexRUlDG38/s320/IMG_0408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381087815192751138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the flat, we had an impromptu music night.  Erika, my roommate, performed a mock audition with her trombone, followed by some solos by Melanie on her clarinet.  Then two guys from upstairs knocked on our door, to settle a wager.  They were betting on whether one or two instruments were being played. Gustavo, the Argentinian one, decided to join us with a guitar, and we all took turns playing and/or singing with various instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq16v4834EI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qNV2fNoRVsw/s1600-h/The+opposing+couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq16v4834EI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qNV2fNoRVsw/s400/The+opposing+couch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381092092937756738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo lent me his guitar for the night. Even though I don't play much, it feels so good to have a guitar in my hands again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-5412596812625696832?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/5412596812625696832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/09/rock-church.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5412596812625696832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/5412596812625696832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/09/rock-church.html' title='The Rock Church'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq123z8ED8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nzG-KhACw6A/s72-c/IMG_0237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-754869547554969533</id><published>2009-09-12T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:19:48.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suomenlinna</title><content type='html'>Today was so beautiful that Christoph and I decided to go to Suomenlinna, an island fortress built by the Swedes back in 1748, when they still ruled Finland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suomenlinna is difficult to describe.  Many parts of the fortress have been left as they are, and you can just walk through them.  Christoph and I walked through a couple of the buildings/hills (it is difficult to say which, because the fortress is so integrated into the landscape), and it was so dark in some parts that we had to put our hands out in front of us and check gingerly for unseen steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the fortress was neat, the best part was the natural landscape.  Christoph thought that it looked like the countryside of Ireland.  I'm not quite sure how to describe it in words, so I'll just let the pictures tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UJEXFjXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Og99K91mk7o/s1600-h/IMG_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UJEXFjXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Og99K91mk7o/s320/IMG_0372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380979275799563634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0OZmM2niI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ujGXt58VsLs/s1600-h/IMG_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0OZmM2niI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ujGXt58VsLs/s320/IMG_0340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380972962691587618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0QZ_Nr83I/AAAAAAAAAIo/8JxYEQ1e7OU/s1600-h/IMG_0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0QZ_Nr83I/AAAAAAAAAIo/8JxYEQ1e7OU/s320/IMG_0350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380975168429224818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually supposed to rain today, but I've found that weather reports in Finland are extremely unreliable.  It's not uncommon to experience sunshine, clouds, wind, and rain all in one day.  Weather.com said that it would rain all day, but the rain didn't actually come until around 4pm.  We then stood fascinated by the clouds, as a large spread of various shades of blue and gray rushed towards us, slowly covering up a clear sky.  I didn't even see how quickly the clouds were moving until Christoph pointed it out to me, and I took a break from being distracted by wildflowers to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UKENmXkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GqEEZJe5iYg/s1600-h/IMG_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UKENmXkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GqEEZJe5iYg/s320/IMG_0359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380979292939640386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UKhp-sMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zswGsr5_Ov4/s1600-h/IMG_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UKhp-sMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zswGsr5_Ov4/s320/IMG_0370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380979300843303106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UJsY-8-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/BKbQWivHXXU/s1600-h/IMG_0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UJsY-8-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/BKbQWivHXXU/s320/IMG_0381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380979286544937954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so time for a brief history lesson of Finland, gathered from our exploration of Suomenlinna, and confirmed by Wikipedia.  Finland was part of the Kingdom of Sweden from the 13th century to 1809, when it was ceded to the Russian Empire to become the autonomous Grand Duchy of Finland.  Finland then gained independence in 1917.  I knew that Suomenlinna was built by the Swedes, but I had forgotten the Russian episode until Christoph showed me the detailing on this cannon.  The date - a bit hard to see - is 1876, during Russia's rule, and the lettering is Russian.  :)  Neat, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UJWwh64I/AAAAAAAAAI4/pqTO2Mrk4fM/s1600-h/Cannon+details.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UJWwh64I/AAAAAAAAAI4/pqTO2Mrk4fM/s320/Cannon+details.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380979280738118530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really beginning to appreciate this Fulbright business.  I was stressing Friday night about planning out my itinerary for today - refill bus pass, go to flat mate's comics festival, Suomenlinna, and so on - but then I realized that stressing was silly, because I was doing everything that I wanted to do.  In addition to projects, another major focus of the Fulbright is cultural exchange.  This program is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paying&lt;/span&gt; for me to see this beautiful island, to meet comics experts, to read Kalevala, and basically to see and experience as much of Finland as I can.  That's kind of amazing.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943726582180793773-754869547554969533?l=naninhelsinki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/feeds/754869547554969533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/09/suomenlinna.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/754869547554969533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943726582180793773/posts/default/754869547554969533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naninhelsinki.blogspot.com/2009/09/suomenlinna.html' title='Suomenlinna'/><author><name>Nan</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sq0UJEXFjXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Og99K91mk7o/s72-c/IMG_0372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943726582180793773.post-84913856406247501</id><published>2009-09-09T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:48:35.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sqgb9dUePZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-JXROo96Aaw/s1600-h/IMG_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sqgb9dUePZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-JXROo96Aaw/s320/IMG_0226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379580497550523794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Finland on August 28th, and I have to say that when I first arrived, I was a little nervous.  I had expected a large urban metropolis.  I mean, it is the capital of Finland.  But I arrive at the airport and didn't even see a customs check, just a side door to go through if you have any items to report.  The girls and I joked, 'Really? After all the trouble we went through to get our residence permits?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, just in the past couple of weeks, I have really come to like this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my impressions so far, Finns are a somewhat peculiar but wonderful set of people.  Very law-abiding and somewhat reserved, but also friendly and helpful.  I don't have to loop my lock around my bike wheel, I have no problems asking for directions from strangers, and I'm still getting used to cars stopping for me at crosswalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bike last week, and one thing that is both wonderful and frustrating about Helsinki is the way that roads just somehow become one another.  This means that sometimes, I'll magically arrive at a destination without quite realizing how, but at other times, I'll end up on a street like Helsinginkatu, 2-3km past my lab, after completely missing a major park.  I do love the bike paths, though, especially this one path down Koskelantie.  It is marked like a miniature two-lane street, and it runs down the middle of the road, protected on both sides from cars by bushes and trees.  It nicely puts bikes on the same level as cars.  :)  After lab yesterday, I followed five or so other bikes onto this path, one behind another.  I then worked quite hard to keep up with them, to maintain our little biking brigade, at least in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just became enrolled at the University of Helsinki!  Whoo!  This means great discounts (2.60€/lunch, 50% off on long-distance travel, and other nice perks).  It also means that I get grouped together with all the other international students, especially those of Erasmus, a European exchange program.  One of my closest friends at the moment, other than the other Fulbrighters at my apartment complex, is a guy named Christoph from Germany.  It struck me the other day that Christoph is actually a German &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; Germany!  This might sound rather silly, but when I realized this, I wanted to ask him all sorts of questions, especially about WWII.  I wanted to know what Germans thought of it and if talking about it was okay.  I wanted to hear this from a real German.  I'm so so glad that I get these opportunities here in Helsinki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SqgcrTwNmDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vVBLx3WEMPg/s1600-h/IMG_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SqgcrTwNmDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vVBLx3WEMPg/s320/IMG_0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379581285256501298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Along these academic lines, my elementary Finnish class starts next week.  I really hope to at least achieve a conversational level of Finnish.  While most Finns are quite used to speaking English, it is still a gesture of politeness on their part.  I think that a knowledge of Finnish is useful for really getting into the culture and learning about it's nuances.  Finns are also very appreciative of people who try, and they like to teach it.  (I do believe that they are also proud of how difficult it is, and they should be.)  The other day, I asked a lady on the tram about the words of the months, and she ended up giving me a mini lesson.  All the months end in '-kuus', which means 'month'.  It is really exciting when random sounding syllables begin to make sense.  Streets tend to end in '-katu' or '-tie', and 'yksi olut' means 'one beer'... very important part of Finnish culture.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more story before I go.  Police Day of the Helsingin Poliisi.  We accidentally ran into this amazing affair one afternoon near the railway station.  A stage had been set up for various small performances, with a small live police band on the ground level.  As we watched the commotion, a group of eight or so police officers started to dance and lip-sync to the song "Let Me Entertain You."  It was hilarious in a very good way.  They just looked so happy on stage.  Three other American girls and I clapped and hooted all through it.  Then a couple of officers made a speech, and every time one of them said 'yksi' (the only word we could understand, meaning 'one'), Melanie and I would clap loudly and excitedly, as the Finns around us stood in respectful silence.  I suppose that's one nice thing about being a foreigner, you can get away with a lot of silliness, and I think it makes the Finns rather happy (or amused) if it's appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SqgdPrYNDQI/AAAAAAAAAII/oggGFz1haEA/s1600-h/IMG_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/SqgdPrYNDQI/AAAAAAAAAII/oggGFz1haEA/s320/IMG_0261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379581910073543938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So altogether, Helsinki has been a beautiful city, and it's getting better as the various regions on the map begin to make sense.  It's also berry season at the moment, a fleeting but delicious time.  Apparently, Finland has the best strawberries... small and very sweet.  Because of the cold climate, the berries take a long time to mature, and then in the summer, there is so much sunshine around the clock that they become very very sweet.  Real strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sqgdo-Xc8PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/G2P_dFXbWUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i5hurNAix88/Sqgdo-Xc8PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/G2P_dFXbWUQ/s320/IMG_0276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379582344667394290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes, a very traditionally Finnish pastry.  It really does taste better than it might look.  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