The family got a new toy this week. A 3-D printer. So far we’ve made a weird circle thing and a tiny robot. The kids (and the adults) are quite fascinated. I imagine this will be like the VCR was to my generation. “Wow, you can just record a show and you don’t have to watch it while it’s on? FUTURE WORLD!”
I can see my kids telling their children about being one of the first houses on the block with a 3-D printer. “And it took one hour to print something an inch tall!” The youngsters will roll their eyes and say, “What’s the point in that? Now we just press buttons and get what we want in 5 minutes. Oh, by the way, I need some new shoes. Purple please. Punch in code S34.”
I bet you’re thinking that if you had a 3-D printer, you’d make all kinds of things – but would you? Now that we have one, I can’t think of anything. Seems easier to just go get a bracelet at the store instead of waiting 4 hours to make one in the printer. But what do I know? I still read actual books. I’m quite behind the times.
I’m 39 years old. Just as I popped a piece of gum in my mouth for Swedish class, the teacher announced “No gum!”
Really? We’re all between the ages of 25-50. I think we can refrain from sticking it under our desks.
Amazingly, my old skills of hiding my gum returned quickly and I kept it pressed to the roof of my mouth the entire class. I hope I don’t get a detention if the teacher discovers me.
I currently have two television shows I’m following: The Walking Dead and Downton Abbey. Yes, I’m a gal of many tastes.
I think if you’re going to follow any shows on t.v., you have to make sure you don’t confuse them. Luckily, I’m able to realize that Downton Abbey is probably not the show where a person just ripped someone’s arm off and ate his brain. Of course I’m not caught up with all the seasons yet, so I could be wrong. War is tough and they were low on food rations back then.
I find it interesting that when we watch the cast of The Walking Dead, we think about how much they must stink with all that blood and those ragged clothes. Yet, do we ever stop to think about how rarely people bathed back in the early 1900s? This might be something similar between the two shows.
My advice if you would also like to follow these shows – Downton Abbey is fine to watch at lunch or dinner. You might want to save The Walking Dead for a time when food is not involved.
(I’d like to add, when I did an image search, I found I wasn’t the only one to think of this subject.)
Our Swedish teacher asked our class of students from all over the world today what we thought was different about Sweden and Swedes. She was bombarded by shouting:
“They all drink coffee. All the time! They never stop drinking coffee!”
“Everything is white – the walls, the furniture. These people are obsessed with white!”
“They’re super quiet until they drink. Then they don’t shut up!”
“Darkness…Oh, the darkness!”
Our teacher just shook her head and said, “never mind, never mind” and let us leave 5 minutes early.
We are soon staying in an apartment on vacation through AirBnB – a website where people can rent out their apartments. I was just checking the one we chose to learn more about the area. The host writes:
“You have awesome possibilities to have a nice dinner, or drink something in a bar or make party. “
Yes. We shall make party.
Our assignment today was to write a movie review in Swedish. Everyone else was picking all these girly “Under the Tuscan Sun” type dramas.
I picked The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It’s great because I’m learning lots of useful phrases like “he wears a mask of human skin.” (människohud)
I’m not sure if we will have to read these out loud but I fully expect to get my own table area after this.
Got my tax form from the Swedish government today so that I can file income tax. The form already says what I made. If I think it looks good, I just check it off and send it back. If I’m too lazy to go to a mailbox, I can send a text message that it all looks right to me.
U.S. taxes (that I still must file even though I haven’t lived there for 14 years and my income is below any payment amount): More than one form of several pages where I must do all sorts of math, plus things like, “if a =b, then go to line c, if line c is greater than line m, fill in additional form 352-A or 352-B if you are taller than 6 feet.”
And of course for me living abroad and making the equvilent to a person washing windows under a bridge, it all equals 0, but I’m required to do the math and turn it in anyway. Hey, U.S., here’s an idea. Form 42 – If you live in a foreign country and earn less than $80,000, check this box and send it back. Thanks!”
Get a computer U.S. It’s 2014.
As I said last week, going to school as an adult is pretty much the same as high school. The teacher’s heels click down the hall as she walks to the room, I got caught spacing out when she called on me the other day, I’ve already identified the jock and the A+ student, etc.
We have been asked to read a novel that we can discuss as a class. First thing today, everyone complained about the choice of novel. “It’s too hard, can’t we pick whatever we want?” That took up 20 minutes and the answer of course was no. This reminds me of the same thing we did in 7th grade when we didn’t want to read George Orwell’s “1984″. We complained so much that we got “The Outsiders” instead. Lesson learned. Never complain. Orwell is clearly the superior, though my 12-yr old self didn’t realize it at the time.
We also got someone in the back of the room today who raised his hand and complained, “Why does Swedish have to have so many words that mean the same thing?” The teacher of course asked if his native Greek did not have 2 words that meant basically the same thing – like happy and glad.
I await more interesting discussion from my classmates tomorrow.