Danish for Beginners, Just Backwards

I love backwards things, like old computers that everyone else has thrown out, because they were old, useless and generally not pretty anymore.

Some might say that last statement typifies this blog, but the jury might still be out on that one?

Here is your Backwards Danish Test for the last day of 2016.

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If you want the answer and think/believe that it is coming in 2017, then you might just be disappointed. The answer lies in 2016, cleverly hidden in one of my older posts!

Or not, or perhaps in one of the 300 or so, which I’ve deleted?

It doesn’t really matter, for all of you who don’t like/care to look back in time, the answer might just be a Zen Riddle, without an answer.

Everybody say, “Om, OM,  OOoooooooooooooooMMM.

Or, not…..

Copenhagen 360 Degrees

Hey. Check out this site:

http://www.fullscreen360.com/copenhagen

That is a 360 degree view of Copenhagen, Denmark seen from the top of the Round Tower.

I’ve taken a few screen shots of the major sites, seen on this photo, to help you out in space and time.

Let’s start with a map:

map-copenhagen

Source: Google Maps

The star marks the location of the Round Tower, where the pictures are taken from.

Here are a few of the highlights:

folketinget

Folketinget – The Danish Parliament

marble-church

The Marble Church – near Amalienborg, the Queen’s houseradhuset

Rådhuset – Copenhagen’s Town Hall

vorfrue-kirke

Our Saviour’s Church with spiral staircase seen in far background.

 

Another panorama can be found here:

https://www.google.dk/maps/place/Rundetaarn/@55.6813323,12.5758373,3a,75y,221.88h,96.96t/data=!3m8!1e1!3m6!1s-z8gp29FBQQA%2FVJFpDM1A8YI%2FAAAAAAAAAKk%2Ff-HCKdaYF3kVixh8CwqWWBMBfMK16cdgACJkC!2e4!3e11!6s%2F%2Flh3.googleusercontent.com%2F-z8gp29FBQQA%2FVJFpDM1A8YI%2FAAAAAAAAAKk%2Ff-HCKdaYF3kVixh8CwqWWBMBfMK16cdgACJkC%2Fw234-h106-k-no-pi8.336756-ya164.88142-ro0-fo100%2F!7i2508!8i1254!4m5!3m4!1s0x0:0xe73a9f6da33ea437!8m2!3d55.681347!4d12.5757301!6m1!1e1

CSource: Google Maps and Street View

 

rosenborg

Rosenborg Castle- Home of the Crown Jewels.

New Year’s Eve in Copenhagen, Denmark

OK. Not the latest New Year, but back in 2014.

http://www.dr.dk/nyheder/indland/video-set-fra-luften-saa-vild-var-nytaarsaften-i-koebenhavn

This is a video shot at 300 meters over Copenhagen.

Farther down on the same page is another video shot over the Town Hall Square.

If you are interested in seeing the real New Year’s Eve 2016-2017, then tune in at 11:55 pm (23:55) Central European Time to see the final countdown with the focus being on the Town Hall Clock, and the firework festivities at the Town Hall Square in Downtown Copenhagen.

Here is the link for live TV:

https://www.dr.dk/tv/live/dr1

Remember it won’t be shown until 11:50 pm, or so.

Godt Nyt År

All I Want

“All I want is to be Happy again.”

What is happiness? Is it wanting to be how it felt the last time?

He/she made me happy, and I want to be happy like that again. What if that person is not capable of doing so? What if those happy times have gone past, and won’t return?

Being happy should be a state of mind, instead of a feeling that someone wants to attain. All I want to be is happy again, might not be attainable, if being happy is connected with something that has happened in the past.

What if happiness is connected with falling in love? Do we need to fall in love every day, or is that feeling meant to be kept alive, in order to be “Happy” again? I remember that feeling, that lighter than air way of being, but who can maintain that level of well-being constantly? I couldn’t and it was a pure roller coaster ride, if I recall correctly. I don’t know about the rest of you, but that form of happiness should be set aside for it’s own good, and not worried about again until that event occurs again.

Why all this worry about happiness? Well, when I asked a dear friend of mine, what she wanted out of life, she replied, “All I want to be is happy again”. I hope that she gets what she is wishing for, but I think that happiness is more of a way of life, than a permanent state!

I want to be happy as well, but unless I’ve found some miracle cure, or drug that keeps me that way, I’ll just have to be satisfied with my general “happy” demeanor, and enjoy the other “Happy Highs” when they come my way.

Here is wishing happy thoughts to all of you now and in the years ahead!

 

Virtual Tour – Aalborg Zoo

Want to visit the Zoo in Aalborg Denmark? Take a virtual trip around the zoo by clicking on a location shown at the upper left corner, and Voilá, you are there!

http://www.aalborgzoo.dk/UserFiles/file/VR/build.html

I would also have included the links to web cameras, but dark and unresponsive Polar Bears, Tigers and Lions didn’t give me the “Wow Effect” I would have liked.

Now you can imagine that you are visiting Aalborg Zoo in the middle of the perhaps, but don’t count on it, warm and balmy – Danish Summer!

Enjoy!

 

A Summer Mystery – Part 10

Previously unpublished and deleted, but resurrected once again and dedicated to Miss Scarlett, now living in an undisclosed location in Canada……..


Who Done It. A Summer Mystery. Part 10

“I heard from him on that most fateful day, before the day’s events unraveled around us. He was in the vicinity to sell some of his less than legal works of art, and needed me to verify the authenticity of his works, before the money changed hands. He forced his way into the Mansion, taking liberties, as if he were a sailor visiting another port of call, and the women who waited there for him, but I was not that easy, nor was I ready to let him into my place of residence, if you catch my drift, that is?”

I did indeed, but I was proud of her courage, when confronted by the likes of men like him.

“He appealed to my weaker side, which is like an Achilles Heel to most people, forcing me to allow him access to the most precious treasures that I had in my possession!”

“You mean? Asking for her to clarify, even though I didn’t want to hear the truth.” My mouth went dry, while my hands started to sweat, thinking the worst of Miss Scarlett, even though it might have been complete and total balderdash!

She said: “He asked me for the combination to the safe in the Sitting Room, or else he would reveal an embarrassing moment in my past to the press, thus leaving me open for public ridicule.”

“The bounder!” I told her, wanting her not to be left open to the likes of him, or of the press, but secretly hoping that she would save that part of herself for me! I must admit to having had the privilege of knowing Miss Scarlett in any of various rooms of that Tudor Mansion, having had the pleasure of discovering her many secret rooms, hidden places and tempting areas unknown to the rest of her admirers. I hoped so anyway.

So M. Brunette was in the vicinity of the heinous crime, whether partially, or completely involved in the events of that most fateful day. I asked if it were possible that she contacted him again, luring him back to her boudoir, as it were, in order to catch the Blighter in the Act!

“Oh Colonel, why in the world are you blushing? Have you been having impure thoughts about me again?”

To tell her “Yes” would indeed be the truth, but I deemed it wise to hold my cards close to my chest, lest I would have to tell her the truth, keeping it close to her chest. Those thoughts along with luring that fiend into her Boudoir, were enough to  make me blush in an unabashed way, something I wouldn’t have experienced with any other woman!

But Miss Scarlett, well Miss Scarlett wasn’t just any other woman. During these many days that we had experienced each others company would end up being the most exciting moments of my long life. Not even being the hunted instead of the hunter in Africa, could equal the experiences I’ve shared with the woman in red. Ask any man who has confessed to a night of passion spent with the woman of his dreams, and see how noble he becomes in his thoughts! The thoughts that arise after such an experience are those that defy any and all logic, reducing all thoughts of being noble, doing the right thing and respect to mere words that are diminished even further, each time the lights are dimmed and he is caught in the throes of passion and the wiles of the opposite sex.

With God as my witness, I am no different than the men that I describe, being just as weak in the knees as any giddy school boy, who only can admire the woman of his dreams from afar, but then throwing caution to the winds, and taking what is rightfully mine. Oh God how it has happened to me, again and again…

We re-entered the main part of the Mansion, leaving the sanctuary of our secret passage, hoping that our presence would go unaware of the police guarding the entrances, hoping to catch us in a new act of mayhem. Miss Scarlett was ahead of me, taking a peek into the Sitting Room where her life changed from good to bad within a short amount of time, and which now needed to be rectified.

She motioned to me to be quiet, and slipped through the doorway, like a memory that was fading in the light of day. I hastened to follow her, but the door was closed unceremoniously, before I could come to her aid. I heard voices in the next room and thinking quickly, chanced to look through the keyhole confirming the worst of my fears. Miss Scarlett was being held against the mantle, by that most clever of all opponents, M. Brunette, who could have his way with her thinking them to be alone in the mansion at that time.

I listened to his bragging about how he had done away with Miss Scarlett’s companion just minutes before she entered the room herself. The companion had also repulsed his advances and was not swayed by his charms or promises. He forced himself upon her, making her swoon uncontrollably, just before stabbing her with a broken whisky glass, intended for Miss Scarlett, if she too refused to allow him access to the Mansion’s treasures. I chose to pull out my revolver at that instant, and sighted it at the Blighter, through the Sitting Room door.

The Constable noted afterwards that he was about to doze off when a shot was heard from within the mansion. He alerted the others on the premises to hurry to his aid, and see who the spiders had caught in their web of deceit? Upon entering the Sitting Room, he found 4 persons: Mr Brunette, Miss Scarlett, looking ravishing as usual, Colonel Mustard and the Cleaning Woman, Mrs Dust, who held a revolver pointed at Mr Brunette, but without firing a shot. She admitted to firing a shot into the ceiling to alert us of the impending crime, but without ending the days of the now most wanted criminal in the State of New Hampshire.

The Colonel had been startled by Mrs Dust, who pretended to go about her duties in a most less than dutiful way, but convinced her to listen in on the conversation on the other side of the door. This was cleverly done by Col. Mustard in order for her to retain her position, by confirming that the crime of the century was not committed by the Dastardly Duo of Mustard and Scarlett, but of the less than likely ilk of one, M. Brunette!

Miss Scarlett and I, with our names cleansed once again, decided to take up residence once again in the only home that either of us had ever known. I still didn’t have the answer to my question, as to her first name, but that was revealed to me, not by herself, but by that evil of all doers, M. Brunette.

Before he was taken away to meet his fate, he whispered to me: “If you ever want to drive Miss Scarlett wild with desire, then try saying her first name to her, when the moment is right! Oh, Josephine, I chanced to tell her once, and she threw herself at me, as if I were the last man on the planet! Try it, you’ll thank me for it someday!” And with that, they cuffed him and threw him into some nameless cell and threw away the key.

Knowing what I knew now, gave me an advantage over her that any other man, gentleman or otherwise, would have given his left arm to use against her. I felt that my nobleness was returning to me, when I told her of my first name, hoping to give her an equal advantage when our passions again were on the rise. “If you would be so kind to address me as Algernon, you would be doing me the honor as calling me by my chosen name!”

She smiled and thanked me for that information, but provided none of her own, lest things got out of hand.

I was overcome at this secret side of her, but considered using my inside knowledge of her nature, and chose to let my passions get the best of me, when I said, “Josephine. May I have this Tango with you in your Boudoir?…….”

Let the pieces, or passions fall, where they may…..

 

This Side of Paradise

When I moved to Denmark many years ago, I noticed that my allergies had disappeared – poof!

My sister in-law told me that was due to living in Paradise! After some time, my allergies returned when I had adapted to breathing the Danish air, and eating its food. I mentioned to my sister in-law something about Denmark being “Paradise”, which made her remark, “Which idiot told you something like that?”

Living in Denmark is not exactly paradise, so I’ll just call it, This Side of Paradise instead. Why bring it up in the first place, you might ask? Well, it seems that some people live and dream of this place, as if it were heaven on earth! Dream on Baby, if you can.

Last year I wrote a number of blogs about Christmas, Danish Style, as well as what the Queen does around this time and how New Year’s Eve is. I also made a 50% list of my resolutions which may or may not have come up to 50% of the truth, but that is left for others to decide.

Desværre – Unfortunately,  I won’t be doing the same this year. You see, this year is actually the same as last year, just with another number. Christmas in Denmark is well-rehearsed and acted out, which also looks, feels and tastes the same. Some might want me to say that Christmas is really Fab, or Narly, or perhaps, Groovy, but I feel more like it is a carbon copy of last year’s events. What, Carbon Copy? Well, you see boys and girls, before there were copy machines, there was….what? No, TV might have been black and while and there weren’t any cellphones, and….what? No, that was even before the Cosby Show….what? That was back in the 80’s and early 90’s, when….I’m not getting anywhere with you youngsters!

It doesn’t really matter, because someday we’ll look back on those times and say, “Those were really the good old days”. Even if they weren’t, but if you are nostalgic about the good old days, and my blogs from last year, you might be able to find them in the folder called, December 2015?

I won’t promise anything, as I tend to get bored from time to time and start deleting old blogs, throwing away obsolete computer parts, and wondering if I’m ever going to hit the lottery, big time? I guess, I’ll need to buy a ticket once in a while to help things out a bit?

Anyway. For all of you who still think that Denmark is at the end of the Rainbow, and that the sun shines out of my belly button, then more power to you! It just becomes another place that doesn’t resemble the Tourist Denmark, that some have visited and have returned home, gurgling and gushing about it being, Paradise on Earth. It tends to change, when the bills need to be paid, and the taxes seem to increase regardless of who is running the Country!

I’ve already Ho-Ho-Ho’d a bit, but I wouldn’t want to wish you a Happy New Year until it actually happens. Living in this Side of Paradise makes things like the future uncertain, and I wouldn’t want to jinx things, by saying something that wasn’t true anyway!

The warmest greetings from This Side of Paradise!

-wherever that might be……..