The Road Trip – An American Thing
I woke up this morning with a strong desire to take a road trip. Then it occurred to me that I haven't taken a road trip in two years (except for that small one I took in January). Then it further occurred to me that in general, Europeans don't take road trips!
Living in northern California, road trips were a very regular way of getting away from the hustle and bustle of San Francisco city life and the techwelming Silicon Valley. They were a way of letting off some steam. Road trips were big there because many people had cars, at least those of us living in SF and working in Silicon Valley.
Very few months went by when we didn't take road trips. We'd often take short day trips to Napa and Sonoma. Then there were the longer ones to Tahoe, Big Sur, Santa Barbara, and the national parks. Perhaps what made it so easy to road trip in San Francisco, was the relative proximity of so many amazing places. Summers in northern CA were an opportunity to throw the top down on the car, escape the bonechilling fog of San Francisco and hit the road for a little good old American frontier exploration.
Heck even Kansas City saw its share of road trips to St. Louis, Memphis, the Ozarks, Nebraska, etc.
I don't miss my car here. In fact, I don't want to ever drive again if I can avoid it. I'd gotten so used to my car as a utilitarian vehicle for transport, that I began to resent it.
Europe is a mass transit culture, inter and intracity. I know very few friends with cars here, and they rarely use them for recreational purposes. Most people I know here would avoid driving if they could and they often do. Most friends I had in California couldn't comprehend life without a car or vehicle of some sort. It was a mental and financial burden that I was glad to shed when I came here.
But there are those moments when you just wish you had a car to hit the road and to escape from reality for a bit. I think I need to get some friends together for a European road trip this summer.
The $100 million global impact of Kiva.org
I received an email from Kiva.org this morning and was completely floored by what I read.
Kiva.org has enabled $100 million in loans between individuals all around the world.
Kiva.org, for those of you who haven't heard me preach about it before here, is a microfinancing non-profit wherein people like you and me, have an opportunity to loan money directly to individuals in developing countries, looking to get on their own two feet, to support their families, and to make a living for themselves in countries where they would otherwise get no support or aid. More importantly, they pay their loan back over a predetermined period, assuming they are able to.
Some other impressive stats (from their email):
- Kiva is 49 months old.
- 98% repayment rate
- 250K entrepreneurs funded
- 587K lenders (Kiva users)
- 185 countries represented
- Average total amount loaned per Kiva lender $172 (including reloaned funds)!
These are some amazing statistics, made more amazing by the fact that Kiva has essentially created it's own massive economy of those with the means lending to those without, and those without paying back.
It's really a gratifying experience and it's extremely simple. As you get paid back, you can then re-loan to another individual.
My personal stats:
- 19 loans totaling $475 lent.
- 19 individuals: 58% female, 42%.
- Countries include: Tajikistan, Uganda, Togo, Cambodia, Palestine, Philippines, Nigeria, Ecuador, Benin, Peru, Kenya, Nicaragua, Azerbaijan, Afghanistan, and Viet Nam.
- Sectors include: food, retail, agriculture, services, housing, clothing, and health
Check out my lender page: http://kiva.org/lender/rommy
I highly encourage anyone with the means to get started. You'll find that it's highly addictive and a great way to invest your disposable income in helping enable and empower others.
Growth of the Soil (Knut Hamsun, 1917)
For me, reading is an unhealthy obsession. I've read close to 20 books so far this year and I may finish with close to 30. I'm so addicted, that I even began setting literary goals for myself, thus categorizing me as a huge nerd.
For example, one of my missions is to read every single thing John Steinbeck has ever written (I'm close to ten so far, I think).
One of my other nerdy goals is to read one work by every literature Nobel Prize winner ever. I'm doing pretty well, having read books by about 15 different winners and being disappointed only once. These Swedes really know their great literature.
It can be a great thrill to find a fantastic book by an author who has fallen somewhat into obscurity throughout the world. Ask any Norwegian or Swede who Knut Hamsun is, and without a doubt they'll know. But I can't say I have many friends outside of Scandinavia, if any, who would know who he is. Knut Hamsun (you do pronounce the 'k') won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1920.
I was lucky enough to have my Norwegian friend Aleks recommend Hamsun's Growth of the Soil to me. Wanting to achieve my literature goal and at the same time get more into Scandinavian writing, Hamsun appeared to me to be perfect choice.
But the fact is, Norwegian sentiment towards Hamsun is confused. Hamsun was an outspoken Nazi sympathizer. Actually, he was a "vehement advocate" of Nazi Germany, having mailed his Nobel medal to Joseph Goebbels in 1943 and later having visited Hitler, and furthermore having eulogized him after his death as "a warrior, a warrior for mankind, and a prophet of the gospel of justice for all nations." (Source: Wikipedia)
So whereas Norwegians are very proud of Hamsun's accomplishments as an author, they have a much tougher time coming to terms with his very radical political ideology during one of Europe's darkest periods.
Needless to say, this would never stop me from reading a great book.
Following WWI, the West was going through a period of rapid industrialization and economic development. The middle class was seeing their hard work get swallowed up by a speculative and increasingly credit-laden, power-hungry upper class further empowered by laissez-faire economics. The gap between the rich and poor was widening and the mass was getting restless and desperate. Sounds familiar.
Growth of the Soil was simple in words and profound in scope. It was both foretelling and a scathing commentary on the state of the world at the time. It starts off telling the story of a simple man Isak walking through the Norwegian wilderness near the Swedish border looking for a place to settle and begin a life for himself. He picks a spot and begins to survive off the fruit of his labor. His hard work is dignified (and his only means of survival), his intentions are pure, and his simple modesty is his greatest trait. And thus is his success imminent.
However, as to be expected, the chaos of the self-righteous man intrudes, always seeking the easy way out, and looking to capitalize off the hard work of others. The book follows Isak and his family as they persist in the wild, fending off the educated industrialist, favoring hard work and personal dignity over easily sought out wealth (and more often as Hamsun explains, debt). It never proves easy, and not all of Isak's family is able to stay true to his ways, falling victim to the lure of high society, education, and industrialization. How does it end? Well I'll let you read it.
Hamsun is not all together off base with his belief that man is constantly trying to seek the quickest means to wealth. Rather, he preaches that man's greatest source of persistent wealth and personal sustainability is in his hard work and clarity of purpose.
This book blew me away. It's beautifully written and very direct in its message. His ideals at times seem very early-American/pro-libertarian and his complete loathing for bureaucratic, self-righteous, mooching, fast-tracking capitalists resonates with me. Don't get me wrong, Growth of the Soil is not anti-capitalist, but rather speaks out against those who seek to 'capitalize' purely off the hard work of others.
Really a fantastic read for anyone looking to pick up a good book by a good, though controversial writer.
PS - as a newly inducted Amazon affiliate, I get a cut if you buy it through the above link.
I'm a capitalist pig, I know.
Just say you're from New York
When talking to new people, whether its friends of friends or just meeting a random tjej (Swedish for lady/woman) at a bar, there's always one thing I can talk about that is sure to keep the conversation interesting.
New York.
I used to say I was from San Francisco, which never really worked out so well when trying to meet women. The common misconception among the rest of the world is that all men who are from or have lived in San Francisco are gay.
Random: Where are you from?
Rommy: San Francisco
Random: Oh...yes...I...um...hear it's really beautiful there.
Rommy: I'm not gay. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with it...um...I'm actually from New York. Well that's where I was born and raised...so well I guess I'm from New York.
*awkward pause*
Rommy: Sooo...I'm going to go now and probably jump into oncoming traffic.
And the truth is, San Francisco is a bit too obscure and abstract for Swedes. It's a cool place, it's really liberal, and it is indeed beautiful...
...but it's not New York.
Random: Where are you from?
Rommy: New York
Random: OH MY GOD!!! I LOVE NEW YORK! IT'S THE COOLEST PLACE EVER! ARE YOU REALLY FROM THERE?
Rommy: Yes! From just outside the city. Have you been?
Random: Well...no...but I really want to go! So what's it like...
(and the conversation continues until we're both way too drunk to even remember where New York is)
Then there are those who have been there and they tend to be the more interesting people to talk to. I tend to feel like these Swedes have an immense appreciation for the grandeur of Manhattan. The size, the energy, the personality, the attitude. It's one of those places that could arguably be considered the opposite of a city like Stockholm; a city which by its very nature is small, laidback, and subdued.
It probably goes back to the Swedish lagom way of life. If there is anything that New York isn't it's lagom. The people yelling, the cars honking, the general feeling of rage, the loud restaurants, the pollution, the mad work ethic, the horrible traffic; in general, just the extremes by which New Yorkers live their life is a fascination for the Swedes, because although I'm pretty sure none of them really want to live a life like that, it's about as foreign to their culture as lagom is to New Yorkers. I think Swedes are the only people who, when they go on vacation want to introduce a significant dosage of stress in their life to counteract the "lagomic" nature of their lifestyles.
Lagom
I can't believe I've been here a year and I haven't written about "lagom".
From Wikipedia:
The Lexin Swedish-English dictionary defines lagom as "enough, sufficient, adequate, just right". Lagom is also widely translated as "in moderation", "in balance", "optimal", "suitable", and "average". But whereas words like "sufficient" and "average" suggest some degree of abstinence, scarcity, or failure, lagom carries the connotation of perfection or appropriateness. The archetypical Swedish proverb "Lagom är bäst", literally "Lagom is best", is translated as "Enough is as good as a feast" in the Lexin dictionary.
I speak and live in superlatives. I live my life in the extremes. Everything is the best thing ever or the worst thing ever. You're UNbelievable or you HAVE to be kidding me. I LOVE everything or I HATE something. This SUCKS or that's AWESOME! It's the New Yorker in me that I was never able to shake. When my friends pointed it out, I thought they were out of their goddamn minds. Then when I went home to New York and heard my friends speak like that, it all of a sudden became so clear to me.
Swedes don't live in extremes. They live within a middle spectrum. Nobody's too rich, nobody's too poor. You don't love anything, you don't hate anything. You're not too happy, you're not too sad. Everything is just right. And to live in an extreme is to be unbalanced, unhealthy. It's a smart philosophy.
When I started to learn Swedish, I often used the verb älska (to love) when referring to things that I loved. Everyone laughed at me and said that Swedes didn't use it unless they really loved something, whereas I only used it when I marginally liked something. They were right.
Nobody here is overly expressive or emotional. They're calm, composed, and relaxed. I'm fiery, disheveled, and stressed out.
That satisfied, "good enough but not too much" way of life is lagom. The word itself has no english equivalent.
So why did I all of a sudden remember I needed to touch upon lagom in this blog?
I watched highlights of the FINA World Championships (swimming) on Eurosport and I don't know what was in these commentators' Fruit Loops, but it was definitely NOT lagom. And it's not often that you hear or see Swedes that aren't lagom.
Michael Phelps broke like 17 world records and flexed his goofy, oversized American meatheadedness over and over again and these commentators went absolutely apeshit.
OYOYOY!!! MICHAEL PHELPS!!! OYOYOY!!!
I've haven't heard such rabid enthusiasm since I moved here. This went on during an entire half-hour highlight show.
And now I'm watching Arm Wars (arm wrestling) which is arguably the most insane, televised sport ever, featuring overgrown meatheads giving each other hernias...
...and the commentators?
Totally lagom.
Hey Lao Tzu, I’m modifying your proverb.
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.
Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
Empower a man to teach himself to fish, and you've set him free.
If you don't know what I mean, go to kiva.org and do something far more worthwhile for humanity.
Quality + Balance = Sustainable Happiness
I hope there's one thing we're all learning from this deep global recession; a renewed focus on quality of life over quantity of life; a holistic view at life rather than a scientific approach towards it.
The Now
A Lack of Distractions. An Abundance of Focus.
Since I've moved here, there has been a very dramatic change in my lifestyle that I have welcomed with open arms.
A New Set of Eyes
So I'm getting into photography because what I need in my life is another hobby. I'm being sarcastic.
