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This is how you make glogg – take two packs of glogg, and one pack of glogg mix. Have a beer for encouragement. Throw all of the above in a pot and max out the heat. Have another beer. Forget about the glogg and enjoy life.


Christmas for me was rather traditional this year. At first, we gathered at my place for some beer, glogg and some hyggelig holiday appreciation. Then we had dinner and after that everybody went home without incident. At least that’s what Christmas would’ve been like if any of the above was true.


In reality, the Erasmus delegation ended up visiting the Christmas dinner at Christiania’s Grey Hall. Every year the Christianites organize a free dinner on Christmas eve and everybody who wants to join the festivities is free to do so. Indeed, it looked like everybody had joined as the place was rather crowded. We didn’t mind though, as the line moved quickly and it took us only five minutes to get a “homeless meal” – potatoes, meat and a salad-like creature. It tasted like Christmas and tears.


In all seriousness though, the food was nice and surely appreciated by all the hungry students. The atmosphere was that of joy and the Grey Hall itself had been decorated to look like a scene from Hitchcock’s “Birds”:

Move slowly. Move very slowly.


Of course, it wouldn’t have been a true Christiania Christmas without the thick and omnipresent smell of weed. Pretty soon we started losing members of our party to the few open drug stalls and after just an hour and a half we decided to retreat to the comfort of the Norrebro apartment, for we were sure nothing irresponsible could happen there.


Thirty minutes into our arrival, the music was booming and the beer was flowing. The Christmas dinner quickly turned into a rave and soon enough the apartment smelled like Christiania. That is, it smelled like duck, glogg and weed. For obvious reasons, Santa never came.


Christmas is all about spending some quality time with your friends. Or family, if you really insist. But technically the ways of spending that time and the quality thereof has never been specified, so I’m forced to assume partying till dawn and watching “Die Hard” with a hangover is a lovely way to celebrate the holiday.


A lot of other things have transpired since I last updated this blog but going into the details of these things would take too long. Most notably perhaps, I finished all my essays and passed the Danish culture course. At a pompous ceremony not unlike the 1st of September at Hogwarts, we were all given certificates for succeeding in attending 80% of all the lectures and excursions, making this the most easily attainable accolade ever.


“12 POINTS FOR... ah nevermind, everybody fails.”



P.S. Today is New Years Eve. I hope I will not be hit by rockets. It is a very, very real concern.






Epistemology Now

For the past few weeks I’ve been struggling to keep myself motivated for my courses, with “Anthropology of Sciences” being the main culprit in my gradually declining will to prepare myself in any way for my classes.


That particular course has everything to do with the “how to’s” in anthropology, while seemingly never getting to the actual “do’s” – a problem not entirely absent in contemporary anthropology [citation needed?]. The lecturers, a whopping two per thirty people, are top-notch and their charisma is almost enough to turn even the most menial of epistemological discussions into something interesting. But for the past two weeks the classes have been cancelled and I have been actively ignoring the formidable reading list because really, reading about the various and nuanced approaches that question whether, say, scientific expertise and lay knowledge should be viewed as equals is about as close as anthropology gets to being banned under the Geneva condition as a weapon of death by dullness and redundancy. As for today’s lecture, I didn’t even bother attending.


And yet, there is a ray of hope, seems as at the last minute a new course has been added to the Copenhagen Uni’s catalogue. It’s “Anthropology of Post-Socialist Countries” – a course that I might actually benefit from in the future. I’m even tempted to try and claim authority in that field by virtue of myself coming from one such country (har har).


In short, I’ve decided to drop the science course in favor of something more tangible. The timing couldn’t have been better because, thanks to the Copenhagen Uni’s new portfolio essay system, I would’ve had to write five 2-3 page essays by next Friday. And after my portfolio essays for the “Migration I” course, the last thing I want to do is busy myself with writing five more short, disjointed and superficial pieces of scrap-anthropology.


To be fair, the lecturers here share our skepticism of the new assessment system and perhaps the whole thing will be reviewed and improved before the next batch of Erasmus students arrives. For the time being, I have to retreat to the more comfortable field (and more comfortable conditions) of post-socialism studies.


So how am I gonna celebrate this godsend? By going on a road trip to Berlin, Poznan and Prague. Hopefully. Unless something goes horribly wrong.