Monday, December 18, 2006

Riots, not diets, part II

Another thing I just want to add to the post below. It's not like I generally support riots as a way of expressing yourself - I just think that all these people coming out to say that the people in Ungdomshuset should "express themselves peacefully" and in accordance with democratic principles - well, I'm sorry but they've tried that, haven't they, and it didn't get them very far.
And these people are actually just the tip of the iceberg, I've seen a lot of blogposts, these last couple of days, calling the police "soft" and not understanding why the people arrested had to be released after just 24 hours (when they should obviously have been put to jail for life/shot in the kneecaps/what have you). Well, f*cking newsflash, they had to be released because it says so in the Danish constitution! You know, the constitution that also details the private property you're referring to every single time you want the kids to hand over the house to Ruth Evensen and her cronies?
Also, I've just about had it with news programmes interviewing the neighbours on Nørrebro. Of course I have no doubt that a lot of those people are sick to death of Ungdomshuset and no doubt it's a total bummer seeing burning barricades all over your neighbourhood, but the TV puts it out like it's all the neighbours who have lost their sympathies for Ungdomshuset, which I know for a fact is just not true!
A lot of people get on just fine with the activists and if you try and notice, nearly all the neighbours interviewed as opposed to Ungdomshuset look like newcomers. Now, every neighbourhood needs newcomers, but what pisses me off is when newcomers get angry at the customs of the neighbourhood they moved into. It can hardly be a surprise to you that if you move to Nørrebro, you have to deal with Ungdomshuset and as for the riots, have you newcomers not seen any news the last 20 years?! It's not like it's the first time Nørrebro has been the site of a riot, you had 18. maj (the 18th of May) 1993 after the second referendum on the Maastricht treaty, you had the squatting movement of the 80's - actually, you could argue that riots on Nørrebro is a tradition going back at least to the People's Strike of 1943! So don't come here saying that you didn't know what you went into!
This particular way of moving somewhere is a nasty trend that has come to Copenhagen maybe the last 10 or 15 years. How crazy is it that the bar owners in Nyhavn actually have to point out that if you move there, you can't exactly expect quiet nights? That place has been full of sailor joints since the 17th century!
Likewise for the neighbours on Vesterbro wanting to close down Mariatjenesten, a service connected to one of the local churches which has been helping the resident drug addicts since 1974 and also likewise for the absolutely insane people moving into apartments next to the harbour and then complaining about the noise the ships make - do you people even know why Copenhagen is here in the goddamn first place?!
Ah, rant over...

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Riots, not diets

Right. I'm a wee bit drunk, having just been to a Christmas party. But before I go to bed, I just want to say, with regards to the riots in Copenhagen today.
  1. Please remember that a country with no riots ever is most likely a totalitarian one.
  2. Don't believe everything you see on TV. I have a friend living right next to what was supposedly the epicentre of the riots and despite the police being "bombarded with bricks, fireworks and molotov cocktails", she didn't notice the riots until she read about them on the net. Just sayin'...
  3. Try to understand that the police are people and thus, not always good guys. Sometimes they lie and sometimes they smack people around just because they know they can get away with it.
    And seriously, stop giving me that BS argument that the police are "just doing their job". That might be so, but what would you usually call someone who fights for a cause they don't believe in, just for the money? Mercenaries?
And to all those people being shocked and outraged and what-f***ing-ever by these riots, well, I'm sorry, but what did you expect?! Hasn't the people in Ungdomshuset and their neighbours said all along that this what would happen? Stop being so goddamn surprised when people stand up for themselves, just because you're too sissy to do so.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

C is for cookie

As you might have noticed, I've switched back to my old Blogger-template. Yeah, a gazillion other people have the same and, sure, it's not really very cool at all, but at the end of the day, the new template-editor just didn't come up with so many new possibilities that it was worth losing my comments for. In any case, I'm considering moving to a domain of my own, move to WordPress and get a proper template of my own. It's just that I'm so lazy. So don't get your hopes up.

Anyway, it's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas 'round here. First sign was when I ran amok in a slightly snazzy interior design shop in inner Copenhagen*. I don't exactly what the f*ck happened, but I shopped for an advent wreath that, if someone with actual skillz had done it, could've been in ALT for Damerne right between a diet promising you to lose 5 kilogrammes before the office Christmas party so you can squeeze down into the dress you can't afford on page 32 and an article on how to make the best chocolatecake ever for your night with the girls. Sorry, got sidetracked there, women's magazines are a pet hate of mine.
Anyway, as Kristian so nicely pointed out, it looks like I turned an angel into an angelic eunuk while snatching a couple of feathers - and because of the feathers, not only is it embarassing, it's also a f*cking fire hazard. Oh well...

Later last week, my mother and sister came over. It would've been nice, had my mother not fallen ill. But still, though, I got some quality time with the sis and we went to see Santa turn on the lights on the tree of the Town Hall Square, drank chai tea and ate pizza. Then we tried to make a gingerbread house. Sigh. Not only did I manage to get hothothot, caramelized sugar on my thumb while putting the thing together, it also fell apart the morning after. After turning stale, of course. Again, oh well...

But still, Christmas is way more fun if you mess it up and no one remembers the years where nothing went wrong. It's nice enough to have something turn out right. though. and without wanting to toot my own horn, what you see on the sides turned out pretty darn well indeed. On the left, we have cinnamon-almond biscotti, courtesy of Liselotte and on the right, ginger-hazelnut-cookies, a recipe from Ysolda's page. And kudos to both of them, 'cause those are some mean cookies, kids.
Mmm, Christmas!

Ooh, and the new Knitty is up! Keeping in with the cookie theme, I want to knit the new Cookie socks (and may I just say, my f-ing God, do I want those Kurt Geiger shoes!) and, not in Knitty, but I still want to knit them, Eunny's Anemoi Mittens. Whoa!

And C is for cookie , you know... Or "KEKSE!" if, like me, you always saw Sesam Straße, the German version of Sesame Street, and the Cookie Monster wasn't the Cookie Monster, but der Krümmelmonster. Oh well...

*as a little sidenote here, could people please understand that inner Copenhagen is never, ever called midtbyen? Centrum, København K, Indre By, City, whatever, just not midtby. Århus has a midtby, Randers probably does, too, but Copenhagen just doesn't. If you move here from other parts of Denmark, it's just one of those things you have to deal with. Now.

Friday, December 01, 2006

This is a public service announcement

Hey you drrty kids.
I've disabled comments for now. Yes, you know why! Because deep down in my tar-covered heart, I think you're all morons, not worthy of my attention... Or, wait, that excuse was for another occasion... I've disabled comments, because I am a conservative little bitch, who's afraid of change, and I refuse to ignore all the delightful things you have told me in my previous, Haloscan, comments. And until I find a fix to make Blogger Beta and Haloscan work together (which is proving tricky, I can tell you!) or, alternatively, convince myself that it can't be f*cking done (tricky, as I have seen it), there's just no commentting for you. Or soup.