Live from a New York hotel room

Jet lag has a texture. It's soft and fuzzy and remote as a spring peach in the dead of winter. But jet lag or not, it's good to be home. I didn't fully appreciate how homesick I've been lately until I saw the skyscrapers out the cab window. I can't ever seem to stay put here, but I do miss it like heck when I am gone. Crazy mad beautiful home.

I'd say more, but sleep is calling.

Pig urine plastic utensils

Another to file under "those crazy Danes":

http://gizmodo.com/382734/pig-urine-plasticware-could-add-some-flavor-to-your-meals-cigarettes

When Wednesday feels like a Monday

OK, at some point I will have some time to tell you about the fabulously life I am leading here in lovely Copenhagen. Until then...

what many Europeans think of when they think of Americans

music for a Thursday

The Chinatown that really isn't

I have something of a fetish for cooking with odd ingredients. One of the side effects of this is a fascination with ethnic markets of any stripe, but I have a particular soft spot for Asian food stores. While I've found a few small Asian markets scattered around the city, I'd yet to find some of the more unusual foods that I'd been able to easily source elsewhere. Sunday I decided to do something about this. I'd been hearing rumors of a Copenhagen Chinatown somewhere near the train station, but had yet to come across anything like this in the few times I'd been there.

On a beautiful sunny day, we pulled up behind the train station. Shouldn't be so hard to find. So we parked the bikes and walked. And walked. And walked. Hmm. How could a large Asian neighborhood just disappear? After a quick phone call to Brian, my own incredibly patient human google map, we saw our first Asian store. Then a second and third. And then... nothing. Apparently Chinatown in Copenhagen consists of exactly three small markets, one of which is named, conveniently, Chinatown.

We did see some guys playing boules in a road median and got saluted by a random drunk, plus it was a beautiful sunny day, so one could hardly complain. Although if anyone out there knows some hidden massive asian market, complete with live geoducks and turtles and weird racks of hanging meat, please let me know.

work conversation topic of the day

Masturbating stoned koalas.

Apparently when koalas eat eucalyptus leaves, they get high. When this happens, they like to go for a bit of self-help. The way they do this is by rubbing up against trees. So all those cute toys of koalas gripping trees? They're apparently showcasing drugged up creatures in the middle of giving themselves a little happy ending.

from the mean streets of Norway

the verdict?

I woke up this morning with a slight hangover, but otherwise feeling quite good.

Psychological?

OK, probably, but I'll take it. :)

Crazy Danish flu remedy: 1
Flu: 0