Morjes!

Welcome to my blog. I write about fitting in, sticking out, and missing the motherland as a serial foreigner.

November 13th, outsourced

Why do most languages have so few words for smells?

Playing Mozart's piano pieces as Mozart did - this woman re-learned piano technique as taught in the olden days. Fascinating.

This is what Jeremy and I were laughing at this week: the word "dog" in several European languages.

Rama, the child for whom I wished death.

The Norwegian secret to enjoying a long winter. I haven't noticed terribly good attitudes about the winter here - the Finns seem to complain about November especially. We'll see how it goes once the snow sets in.

Unsolicited advice for the wives of Henry VIII: "Anne of Cleves, I have no advice to give you. I ask only that you teach me how to live." In other news, The Toast continues to be the best. I think Jeremy eventually got tired of me reading out lists to him (like Dating Tips from a Spy, or Signs You Are Dying in a Victorian Novel).

And then there's The Empire Strikes Thomas Kinkade, which, let's admit, needed to happen. [HT Jen]

Mestari, myrsky on suuri

Small house, part 2