2920: Just north of happiness

On Danish soaps: You can’t make them about real places, a requisite of daytime dramas. Why? Because here, everyone lives within a six hour train ride. 2900 Happiness is on the S train C line, two stops from our apartment, also known as Hellerup. 90210 and random NYC alcoves are at least feasible as exotic white people backdrops for the majority of Americans who never visit those locales.

On what I want: “I’ll take some fucking respect from you, for starters.”

On Helsinki: go in late September, stay city center, and hit the Kiasma and as many Love and Anarchy Film Festival picks as possible. I recommend this year’s picks Maldeamores/Lovesickness, War Child, and Surfwise, in reverse order of importance. Also, the easiest place to be vegan in Nordic states, and views from Suomenlinna are nothing to sneeze at.

On losing touch/relevancy/the ability to relate to others/myself: “You know those guys who grow up in like Compton or something and they’re yelling all the time? And then they get signed to a record deal and get a grill? But they still yell.”

On Oslo: an amazingly wealthy city/country/people that manage to lack ostentatiousness (even with the lack of December taxes), love abounds for LOMEG_ROM, Aryan statues in the park, and Krishna vegetarian food.

On acceptance/an ideal conversation: “I want to have pigs. They are our friends.” “Hey, cool. I want to go teach diving in Thailand or Egypt for a few years.”

On education, worldviews: “I should not have been given a master’s degree when I still lack fundamentals about how systems of oppression function in the Southern Cone.” “Your degree wasn’t in anything related to that.” “That doesn’t matter. My degree is worthless. I am not a qualified world citizen.”

Here are four lumiere videos from travels around Scandinavia. Ride dem planes.

finnish skaters

mall performance

parkour training

handling baggage