Peter is a young, Lutheran pastor who was locked out of his house and decided to engage me in conversation in the cafe/bar I am using the internet in. While he was a really nice guy, I wonder how often he sits down with someone and wants to have a religious or existential conversation with them. It struck me as a litte odd, but I went with it. Apparently only 2% of Danes attend church, in a state that is 85% Lutheran, and he said he was so happy to be here, because there is so much work to be done. Given, he was telling me all this while on his third beer. I found this comical. He invited me to have dinner with him and his wife sometime, which I may take him up on, since he gave off such an interesting first impression.
What else. Today I visited the Copenhagen Museum of Erotica. Basically it involved some stories of prostitutes and their diary entries displayed from a few hundred years ago, along with alot of Playboy pinup posters and wayyyy too much velvet furnishing. And in the last room, they were kind enough to set up a wall of videos showing hardcore porn. Its the only and last time I think I will go; don't believe your guidebook when it tells you its one of the sites to see.
I am continually impressed with the environmental sustainability of Denmark. I read today that half of the windmills created in the world are manufactured here. And water and electricity continue to be exhorbitantly expensive, so much so that my housemate asked me not to take showers longer than 7 minutes. And forget using a dryer, hang that stuff and let it air dry.
For those of you keeping up with the story of the jean jacket, I am checking in with the police. The club said they give all the lost items to the authorities. I have my fingers crossed.
On friday I tried to buy Phish tickets online. I got home 20 minutes before they went on sale, and went and tried to open the internet. Apparently my roomate who is moving out disabled the internet. I frantically grabbed my computer and ran out the door, looking for an internet cafe. Unfortunately I did not know of the cafe I sit in today. I bolted for Mcdonalds, and a group of 14 year old girls looked at me strangely as I whipped out my computer and intensely tried to get ahold of tickets, to no avail. I couldn't even access the ticket websites, whether it was the site being busy from so many fans descending on it at once or the internet at Mcdonalds. In either case, I had the honor of trudging home smelling like french fries.
Tonight is the superbowl. Whoooo sports!? It starts at midnight and will go to about 4 or 5 in the morning, so I am just going to try to make it to the halftime show. More to come.....
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