Friday, February 25, 2011

Sign of the times

This morning I found my two-and-a-half year-old sitting on the kitchen floor. Her socks were off and she was playing 'This little piggy' all by herself. I had to laugh out loud when I heard her version of the classic childrens' rhyme: ¨This little piggy went to Wal-Mart, this little piggy stayed home¨ is apparently how the modernized and updated version goes!


Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Nostalgia

The other day I bought some Swedish crisp rolls at the local grocery store. I don't often eat them and I might only have bought three packs in total since coming to Canada eleven years ago. However, it is not so much about eating them as a need for having them available. Crisp rolls, or skorpor as they are called in Swedish, reminds me of my childhood, of sitting at my mormors (maternal grandmother's) kitchen table, listening to the big wall clock ticking away, watching morfar sitting by the wood stove puffing away on his pipe. I used to dip the rolls in my glass of strawberry cordial. Sometimes I let it soak for too long and I would loose a big chunk of sogginess into the glass and would have to use a spoon to get it out.


Today I served my seven-year old and her friend a taste of my childhood for an afternoon snack - and guess what? It still tastes as lovely as I remember it. Only the people surrounding me have changed. 

Friday, February 18, 2011

Snow day

After four hours of writing like a maniac, I look up and notice a thick, thick layer of snow outside my window. It is the heavy, branch-drooping, sound-muffling kind. The 'let's build a snow fort' kind. And there is lots of it!

This gets me motivated to stay up for another hour or two, so that I can take the day off from studying tomorrow and just frolic in the snow with the wee one!


Sunday, February 13, 2011

Reliving the magic

I am watching the one year Olympic anniversary show on CTV right now and oh, how I wish I could turn back time and do it all again! 

It is a bit different watching the high-light reel from an exclusively canadian perspective. My take on the Games are coloured by my involvement in it as a volunteer for the Swedish Olympic committee - I was cheering for my Swedish country men, I watched the Swedish coverage, I waved the Swedish flag...


Now, a year later, I am watching the high-lights and the main colours are red and white instead of blue and yellow and I am overcome with pride. Wow. Vancouver did the Olympics really well!

Oh, how I believe!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Me - a computer wiz!

Well, not really.... but kind of!
My Mac got a bad case of the flu earlier today and I have spent a great deal of time today trying to figure out why it was not working properly. With a little bit of help from Google, I have managed to get it back up and running (and quite well, I might add!).

This little episode got me thinking about how different being back in school is now as compared to what it was like when I first went to University some 15 years ago. As a matter of fact, one of our first lessons on campus was in the computer lab, where we were taught the basics of e-mailing and surfing the web. I also remember buying my first computer, a used Compac Pressario, and being really afraid of doing anything other than creating a word document. I had no idea on how to create files, I had never heard of down-loading and I most certainly would never had dared to attempt to fix a problem myself. I am not saying that I am more computer literate than the next guy, far from it, but I am definitely more comfortable now than then.

But on the other hand, I never did experience the intense frustration and aggravation the way I did today. My heart was racing, I was cranky and snappy with the kids and there was also an intense feeling of fear accompanying my revival attempts. I kept thinking about all the things I have on my computer - the files, the articles, the documents, the photos, the contact information, the schedules... I really need to go get an external hard drive. I need to back up all my files. Funny how I never think of that until it is (almost) to late.

                                                  Did you back up your files today?

Saturday, February 5, 2011

What children really get out of a Montessori education


"It takes a brave woman to raise a Montessori child
- because they think and speak for themselves!"

Friday, February 4, 2011

The art of accomplishing nothing

I am struggling right now.

We have a text seminar on Tuesday and I am supposed to summarize an article by ethnology heavy-weight Barbara Kirschenblatt-Gimblett called 'Intagible heritage as metacultural production'. What I don't understand is my inabiblity to get the analysis and summary done. I love cultural heritage, it is "my thing". I think it is important, it is political, it says a thing or two about who we are and what society we live in.

....but no. Nothing. It is not happening.

I am suffering from writer's block. Nothing productive is coming from this. Nothing. As you can tell.