Betsy Devine: Funny ha-ha and/or funny peculiar

Reason to love Stockholm #87

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Hilarious ads in the subway.

The funniest of these three ads for Åhlens department stores is the one in the middle. Sadly, my camera flash makes it hard to see.

On a sofa with lots of Åhlens pillows (“kuddar” in Swedish, and what a nice cuddly word for a pillow that sounds to English-speaking Betsy) a sweet white-haired grandma is beaming, her teenage grandson looks wide-eyed at the DVD she got at Åhlens to watch with him…a favorite “old” movie she loved once and now wants to share … “Basic Instinct.”

Red Sox parade on Tremont Street

Originally uploaded by sooz

Un-be-darn-lievable, isn’t it?

We won we won we won we won we won…again!!!! (Says Betsy, born in Boston, grew up in NH, lives in Cambridge, now on sabbatical in Sweden….and not in fact an actual player on any field when Red Sox play.)

Yaaaayyyyy anyway!

But, in totally unrelated news from Sweden, I was introduced today to the most delicious (and most Swedish) sandwich! Take a bunch of Swedish meatballs, cold. Mix them up with some red beet salad (a little mayonnaise, a lot of chopped-itty-bitty Harvard beets.)

Now stuff all this stuff into what we New Englanders call a torpedo roll, to make what Long Islanders call a submarine sandwich. But you’re not done yet.

Decorate the edge of the sandwich filling with tiny, flavorful, sour, gherkin pickles.

If anything could console me for missing the Red Sox parade, this sandwich would. And thank you, Sooz, for Flickring your awesome view!

Hetz, the theatrical dog, has just been fired from a Stockholm production of The Sound of Music.”

On Friday, during the play’s climactic scene, actor Felix Engström was giving his all to the evil-Nazi role of Herr Zeller. From a dog’s point of the view, Zeller’s aggressive threats have been going on since rehearsals, night after night after night after night…

Finally, Hetz the theatrical dog was moved to a heroic (dog) act, to save the Van Trapp family!

Poor Hetz was (of course) fired, and the actor Felix Engström now has an unusual trophy for convincing acting. Sadly that trophy arrived in the form of a dog bite.

Frank Wilczek with young Strindberg

Originally uploaded by betsythedevine

Now here is a truly multi-purpose photo, where you can see within a single frame:

• How beautifully September sunlight shines in Sweden..
• …but nevertheless, chilly air makes us wear our raincoats…
• …and (another favorite thought of mine) Swedish landscapes, especially big glacier-scrubbed rocks like this one, remind me of NH, and last but not least…
• …how very sweet-natured Frank Wilczek is to be willing to pose for me in so many different odd places over the years.

autumn leaves

Originally uploaded by martinaph

Plenty of work and writing I should be doing, but — look at that blue sky! Imagine the sunshine. Imagine this morning’s crisp but also welcoming air.

So (here comes my excuse) I still don’t really know my way around Stockholm–and the best way to learn strange cities is to set out with a map in your hand and get lost. Hmmm, number 43 bus heads south from Nordita–wonder where that goes?

So I jumped on the bus and found out, with a map in my hand. It went almost all the way down to the Grand Hotel, where the Nobel Committee kindly put us up back in 2004.

Anyway, when stuff around the bus started looking like maybe good place to get off and eat lunch, that’s what I did. I then wandered back more or less toward where I came from, but up different streets.

Eventually, my feet started getting tired. Then I mapped my way to the busline and 43-ed back to my office.

Back to work, back to work–that’s enough blogging, Betsy Devine!

p.s. But first…thanks to Martinaph for taking this photo and letting me blog it. And thanks to Flickr for hosting so many great images!

Black and white Brompton

Originally uploaded by yhase

Frank and I were just leaving Nordita when I saw it–the most gorgeous bicycle ever! When I say a physical object is gorgeous, I mean that it clearly has much information cleverly packed in its essence.

I was not disappointed. Ulf kindly set down his backpack and demonstrated just how he could fold up his Brompton bicycle into a tiny, portable package to carry on trains or store in a small closet. Flickr has a photo pool for Brompton bike enthusiasts where you can see these amazing bikes folded and unfolded in places like London, Paris, and NYC. I guess I just never noticed them before.

Judging from the expression on Frank’s face, he now wants his own Brompton bike to fold and unfold.

That time of year…

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When we found ourselves with no place to stay in Sweden, this lovely peaceful house welcomed us in for a two-week stay. After all the packing and racing around in Cambridge, we stepped into two weeks of tranquility and grace, enhanced by lovely giant breakfasts served every day in the dining room.

Not far away, in Uppsala’s Ångstromlaboratoriet, there was an inspiring hive of physics activity. Frank finished four manuscripts in a record time–I didn’t get quite so much finished, but I’m well underway on a chapter about the early seventies at Princeton University.

We will miss our peaceful Uppsala homebase, but stark busy Stockholm does also look inspiring!

Swedish Kraeftor (crayfish)

Originally uploaded by M_Eriksson

Frank and I went to a great Swedish bring-your-own-crayfish crayfish party tonight. Grad students and postdocs of the Uppsala theoretical physics department organized the whole evening, bringing paper crayfish banners, napkins, caraway-flavored cheese, and many other necessities.

Antti, who (though Finnish) is our guru for all things Swedish, took me yesterday to the huge department store known as Coop (pronounced Cope) where we bought frozen jumbo crayfish cooked Swedish style (lots of salt) but from Spain. I didn’t think I could eat a whole kilogram box of crayfish, but I almost did tonight–that’s because most of the stuff in the frozen box isn’t meat–it’s shell or juice or something not very edible.

Now, it’s not a real Swedish party without Swedish drinking songs. Paradoxically, Swedish laws about drinking drivers are much stricter than the US laws–drinking one tablespoon of wine in Sweden could land you in trouble if a Swedish policeman stops you.

Frank was kind enough to be our non-drinking driver tonight. He’s not much of a drinker although he does like parties–and also he doesn’t like shellfish, so I made him two giant smoked-salmon sandwiches for tonight.

Swedish schnapps glasses are (fortunately) really tiny–maybe one tablespoon capacity? That’s a good thing because the first drinking song always seems to be Helan går. “Helan går” means (roughly) “The whole thing goes.” The idea is that if you don’t drink up your entire (tablespoon) drink in the pause at the end of this song, you won’t get even a half a drink for the next song. That small glass is also a good thing because the number of drinking songs at a dinner is typically 8 or 9.

We brought a bottle of Gallo Turning Leaf white wine, but I also got offered some vodka (wow!) and some Swedish aquavit (whew!) (if this blogppost seems incoherent, that’s your explanation!)

After three or four Swedish drinking songs, Frank and I stood up for our national honor with an American drinking song, of which we two remembered slightly different versions:

Leprosy
Is creeping all over me
There goes my eyeball,
Into my highball.

Leprosy
Is creeping all over me
There goes my ear, dear,
Into my beer, dear.

Leprosy
Is creeping all over me
There goes my chin, dear,
Into my gin, dear…

Thus I hope my American readers will be happy to know that Frank and I gave a good account of our own native culture. And, in sum, a good time was had by all.

Old garden chair

Originally uploaded by betsythedevine

This beautiful chair was lovingly hand-made from (mostly) vines stripped of their leaves, then molded into shape and dried until they are sturdy enough to be sat on.

Can you see the pattern of coiled vines on the seat, some painted green and others varnished brown?

Long ago, I’m told, this was a garden chair. Now it sits in what I think of as a wonderfully Swedish setting, next to a giant tin bathtub–surrounded by gleaming tile, sturdy plumbing, and a bright-curtained window with a potted plant.

(Another closer view of the vine chair, in case you decide that you’d like to make one yourself.)

Late afternoon sun glows behind green awning

Originally uploaded by betsythedevine

Veggie pizza for dinner tonight on an outdoor terrace just east of the river, at the corner of Sysslomansgatan and Skolgatan in Uppsala.

Today’s predicted rainfall never showed up–maybe because today’s predicted cloudy skies glowed blue all day. Still evening is chilly and we were thinking about eating inside the restaurant until Antti said…”But this might be the last time this autumn that we can enjoy a beautiful evening outdoors.”

So we sat outdoors on wooden benches and didn’t repent it.

Even after we finished, the light was so beautiful I tried to capture it for you, shining through the awning that shades the piazza.