I am sitting in my room and just enjoying the aftertaste of good food.
I had homemade pizza for dinner, but the best part was the bllberry kind-of-ice-cream that I had for dessert. I made it myself last Friday :)
I mixed frozen bilberries and strawberries with vanilla flavoured curd and "vaniljvisp" (a vanilla flavoured product with long shelf life that resembles single cream). It tasted amazing when Mum and I had this Friday and even better after dinner today! Then ten minutes ago Dad came up with a cup of hot "glögg", Swedish mulled wine. It tasted seriously good, flavoured with lingonberries and bilberries.
I think I'll go downstairs and get another cup once my parents have gone to sleep ;)
If you are from England and like mulled wine; try some Swedish mulled wine it's five times better than yours!
If you are from Germany and like mulled wine; ours is ten times better! moahaha
They only sell in around Christmas because it's a Christmas thing, but they have such a variety in the stores! White or red wine, alcohol or non-alcohol, chocolate, lingonberries, bilberries, cloudberries, vanilla etc etc...
My favourite is whie wine with cloudberries by Dufvenkrooks.
Well, I'm going for that cup of glögg now!
Good night!
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Prins
I was online on facebook yesterday and wrote
on a Canadian friend's wall.
A friend of his had written before me and her surname was Prins.
It may not be very surprising that the meaning of the word prins is prince in Swedish.
It also means prince in Danish, Norwegian, Icelandic, Faroese and Dutch.
Now, all of these languages are germanic, but where does the word originally come from?
Well, Wikipedia is my friend :)
It seems like the French imported the word and from French it spread to most of Western and Central Europe.
I guess it makes sense that the word for Prince became "international" like this, since the royal families often had contact with each other; diplomatic, intellectual or marriage wise.
I find this fascinating!
That the word princeps turned into prince and then it spread through the languages of Europe and turned into variations such as Prionnsa in Scottish Gaelic, Princ in Slovenian and Prinţ in Romanian.
I wish I had a surname that meant something, and had a history like that.
Cedergren is Swedish for Cedar and branch - Cedarbranch simply.
Though you would say Branch of Cedar in English.
on a Canadian friend's wall.
A friend of his had written before me and her surname was Prins.
It may not be very surprising that the meaning of the word prins is prince in Swedish.
It also means prince in Danish, Norwegian, Icelandic, Faroese and Dutch.
Now, all of these languages are germanic, but where does the word originally come from?
Well, Wikipedia is my friend :)
Prince, from French "Prince" (itself from the Latin root princeps), is a general term for a monarch, for a member of a monarchs' or former monarch's family, and is a hereditary title in some members of Europe's highest nobility. The feminine equivalent is a princess.
The Latin word prīnceps (older Latin *prīsmo-kaps, literally "the one who takes the first [place/position]"), became the usual title of the informal leader of the Roman senate some centuries before the transition to empire, the princeps senatus.
It seems like the French imported the word and from French it spread to most of Western and Central Europe.
I guess it makes sense that the word for Prince became "international" like this, since the royal families often had contact with each other; diplomatic, intellectual or marriage wise.
I find this fascinating!
That the word princeps turned into prince and then it spread through the languages of Europe and turned into variations such as Prionnsa in Scottish Gaelic, Princ in Slovenian and Prinţ in Romanian.
I wish I had a surname that meant something, and had a history like that.
Cedergren is Swedish for Cedar and branch - Cedarbranch simply.
Though you would say Branch of Cedar in English.
Sunday silence
It's Sunday, the second of Advent.
My parents got wireless Internet yesterday so it is with a feeling of pleasure that I use my computer upstairs, sitting in my bed.
Yesterday I listened to Yohanna on youtube. She's an Icelandic singer that participated in the Eurovision Contest this year. Her song "Is it true" was performed i English and she has also recorded versions in French, German and Spanish.
I browsed among her other songs and found some very good ones that I will listen to again. Walking on water for example.
It was when I was listening to her song Beautiful Silence that I thought to myself;
- Is it really possible to sing about silence?
Song is a great way to express thoughts and emotions.
But is it possible to describe silence, and your appreciation for it, with noise?
Doesn't that defeat the object?
One of my favourite songs is Depeche Mode's Enjoy the Silence and I think they have captured the beauty of silence by finishing off the song in such a way as they have.
Writing poems about silence makes more sense than songs. But should those poems be read out loud? Or should they be appreciated - in silence?
Sometimes we don't hear silence until we have listened to a sound and it stops.
Or maybe it's more of a being made aware kind of thing...
Silence is underestimated. Sometimes I feel like I can't hear my own thoughts until all the noise around me is silenced. I used to climb up on Castle Rock in the Valley of Rocks just to enjoy the silence. And maybe it's in silence, when we hear our own thoughts, that we finally can hear God?
My parents got wireless Internet yesterday so it is with a feeling of pleasure that I use my computer upstairs, sitting in my bed.
Yesterday I listened to Yohanna on youtube. She's an Icelandic singer that participated in the Eurovision Contest this year. Her song "Is it true" was performed i English and she has also recorded versions in French, German and Spanish.
I browsed among her other songs and found some very good ones that I will listen to again. Walking on water for example.
It was when I was listening to her song Beautiful Silence that I thought to myself;
- Is it really possible to sing about silence?
Song is a great way to express thoughts and emotions.
But is it possible to describe silence, and your appreciation for it, with noise?
Doesn't that defeat the object?
One of my favourite songs is Depeche Mode's Enjoy the Silence and I think they have captured the beauty of silence by finishing off the song in such a way as they have.
Writing poems about silence makes more sense than songs. But should those poems be read out loud? Or should they be appreciated - in silence?
Sometimes we don't hear silence until we have listened to a sound and it stops.
Or maybe it's more of a being made aware kind of thing...
Silence is underestimated. Sometimes I feel like I can't hear my own thoughts until all the noise around me is silenced. I used to climb up on Castle Rock in the Valley of Rocks just to enjoy the silence. And maybe it's in silence, when we hear our own thoughts, that we finally can hear God?
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