one of my fave characters in Family, is Son in Law, Helgi ******son from Iceland
My mother's brother's daughter (so my sister via uncle) is his bride, they live on Iceland, often coming to Serbia and we are always having great time, searching for same words in two languages, with (of course) different meanings
And exchanging stories
and he likes beer, bbq, and he's great construction engineer
Anyhow, helped with his judgment, I'm finding Last Kingdom series of books not just great read, but also pretty honest material
Even TV series was surprisingly good, much better than Dynasty-like smash hit Vikings
all in all ......... learning second ( and then 3rd, etc.) language is great way of expanding da scull
well, I'm going to work on my 3rd etc in next life ....... too busy now, living slowly
My mother's brother's daughter (so my sister via uncle) is his bride, they live on Iceland, often coming to Serbia and we are always having great time, searching for same words in two languages, with (of course) different meanings
And exchanging stories
and he likes beer, bbq, and he's great construction engineer
Anyhow, helped with his judgment, I'm finding Last Kingdom series of books not just great read, but also pretty honest material
Even TV series was surprisingly good, much better than Dynasty-like smash hit Vikings
all in all ......... learning second ( and then 3rd, etc.) language is great way of expanding da scull
well, I'm going to work on my 3rd etc in next life ....... too busy now, living slowly
I like that story. Culture needs to mix to evolve. This also explains my retardedness since my family lived in the same interbreeding space for like a millennium, West Gothia 😉
Well, it wasn’t that interbread, little joke there. As they lived by the great lake Vänern (water was the highways of the past) they mixed pretty well.
I can follow their traces in the church books.
Well, it wasn’t that interbread, little joke there. As they lived by the great lake Vänern (water was the highways of the past) they mixed pretty well.
I can follow their traces in the church books.
and just imagine how rich environment they had for their children upbringing ....... they made a arrangement that Mom is going to communicate with kids in Serbian, Pa is going to communicate with kids in Icelandic, while Mom and Pa are going to communicate in front of kids in English
besides that, my Sis is fluent also ( and having Uni Degree) in German
oh, so easy to plunder when you are good in 3 languages ...........
Vikings of all Nations, unite!
besides that, my Sis is fluent also ( and having Uni Degree) in German
oh, so easy to plunder when you are good in 3 languages ...........
Vikings of all Nations, unite!
Since I have some brew left in my glass I can give you one of my solved mysteries.
I have a son with this woman (L), now my friend, she lives not far from us (we all had dinner today).
Her mother (R) was born in Finland. She came to Sweden during the Russian bombings. Her mother (M) was born in midst Finland, a vast and pretty poor area by the time. She was one of 10+ siblings and when the war broke out the family could not supply. Hard times. Neither L or R had very much knowledge of their family there.
M (3 generations back) had to leave the family cottage in search of survival, as a milk maid or whatever. She was 14 when she left home. Barefoot.
As I had help from Finnish researchers and ordered a lot of church material, it is not free as in Sweden, I managed to trace her steps from the Finnish inlands to eventually Helsinki and then Sweden.
M walked over most middle and southern Finland to find work. Somewhere on the way she got pregnant. I know approximately where, but there was no record in either church books nor military records.
Anyway, the family word was that L’s grandpa was an officer and that he was killed in the Russian front.
Although, when me and L went through the scribbles after R died a few years ago we found names on a piece of paper. Unfortunately that didn’t give me any clues on the military deaths records.
So the search went on. In the meantime I dna-scraped all the Finnish relatives known that agreed to family. All did.
After a while results started to drop in and about a year or two later I could figure it all out.
L’s grandfather, R’s father and M’s fiancé didn’t get killed by the front. He lived on and died in Helsinki in the 90’s. Wheelchaired by a grenade injury though.
I have digged up his life history and that alone was pretty interesting. Genealogy gives you perspective.
Anyhow, my sons grandmother had a father, my sons mother had a grandfather that they did not know about. My son was born after he died so he missed the opportunity.
Missed opportunities, interesting mysteries, souls breathing from the past.
I have a son with this woman (L), now my friend, she lives not far from us (we all had dinner today).
Her mother (R) was born in Finland. She came to Sweden during the Russian bombings. Her mother (M) was born in midst Finland, a vast and pretty poor area by the time. She was one of 10+ siblings and when the war broke out the family could not supply. Hard times. Neither L or R had very much knowledge of their family there.
M (3 generations back) had to leave the family cottage in search of survival, as a milk maid or whatever. She was 14 when she left home. Barefoot.
As I had help from Finnish researchers and ordered a lot of church material, it is not free as in Sweden, I managed to trace her steps from the Finnish inlands to eventually Helsinki and then Sweden.
M walked over most middle and southern Finland to find work. Somewhere on the way she got pregnant. I know approximately where, but there was no record in either church books nor military records.
Anyway, the family word was that L’s grandpa was an officer and that he was killed in the Russian front.
Although, when me and L went through the scribbles after R died a few years ago we found names on a piece of paper. Unfortunately that didn’t give me any clues on the military deaths records.
So the search went on. In the meantime I dna-scraped all the Finnish relatives known that agreed to family. All did.
After a while results started to drop in and about a year or two later I could figure it all out.
L’s grandfather, R’s father and M’s fiancé didn’t get killed by the front. He lived on and died in Helsinki in the 90’s. Wheelchaired by a grenade injury though.
I have digged up his life history and that alone was pretty interesting. Genealogy gives you perspective.
Anyhow, my sons grandmother had a father, my sons mother had a grandfather that they did not know about. My son was born after he died so he missed the opportunity.
Missed opportunities, interesting mysteries, souls breathing from the past.
Next time I go to Orlando, I have to visit this place… if it only had a bowling alley, it would be perfect.
Sometimes the best audio improvement is to just cut all the electrical lighting, light one candle, spin up a fav record and just look at the little dancing blaze.
So if you haven’t yet, I recommend you’ll find Röyksopps latest, ”Nebulous Lights - etc. ” on Qobuz or other decent quality provider. Kill all lights, save maybe a candle far away. Put preferably on your fav headphones alt fav speaker gear. Comfy sitting is important. Half shut your eyes, don’t let the state of the world come in to your thoughts, and just glide in to a world of blade runner sonic relaxation. Enjoy!
And yea. Smoke it if you got it as the boss in the trenches said 😉
And yea. Smoke it if you got it as the boss in the trenches said 😉
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I’m listening to the Fosi P3 preamp now. Doesn’t sound bad at all, adds some ”body” to the signal. I have bypassed the digital volume control on the Bluesound Nano so it gets the full monty. I haven’t backtraced the schema in the P3s but they don’t play without the toobz so they are not only there for the show. My guess is that the clever Fosi-engineers use them for adding some even order distortion, because that’s what it sounds like.
Yea. It’s a toy but it’s fun. I have always kept stubbornly to my signal purity ideology. Less comps more sound. I am abandoning it right now. Bass and treble control for different recordings is something I can’t live without from here on. Constantly fiddling with it between recordings. I’m in love.
I wish you all a very good Christmas alone or with family and friends!
Homemade egg nog now chilling in the fridge. :^)