What the Danish and European media misunderstand (and misrepresent) about America, and vice versa. And other stuff.
“Maybe it’s time,” I wrote in the last line of the previous post, “to accept that the Danish media have no interest in covering America as anything but an outgrowth of the Democratic Party and move on.” I’ve always hated ambiguity: it’s time to move on. In case you haven’t already made the switch, or…
There’s a piece up on Nagan Of Copenhagen that explains the circumstances behind the recent lack of content. It also lays out a pretty good case for my not rushing back. (Or for rushing back, if that’s how I’m feeling.) I’ll be back eventually, as annoyed and indefatigably optimistic as ever, but whether that means…
Very busy week—youngest is being confirmed on Saturday—so I apologize for the recent lack of content here. That lack is going to continue through the weekend. Paid subscribers will as always be credited appropriately. There is some new stuff over on the Substack, so mosey on over there if you’re interested. Regularish blogging will resume…
Over the weekend I started up a Substack publication. If you’re interested, you can access it here: NaganOfCopenhagen. It was work enough just to get the settings configured, so the only post over there for the time being is an introductory one that’s probably entirely redundant to anyone who’s visited this blog more than a…
Against all odds, our household has recovered enough from its recent bout with the Wuhan virus to be permitted a vacation. To ensure I get the maximum recharge value out of it, there will be no blogging from me during this vacation. (Persons planning to loot our house in our absence should note that we…
On Friday night the Danish national men’s team, strong favorites to win the European Championship, got knocked out of the semifinals by losing to Spain after having led for the first 45 minutes. On Saturday morning Herself and I went through the all-too-familiar ritual of queueing up at a test center for the obligatory four-days-after-near-contact…
This is my nineteenth Christmas in Denmark, so the Danish Christmas traditions no longer trouble, discomfit, or surprise me. They’re the traditions my own children have grown up with; I’ve not only metabolized Danish Christmas internally, but helped advance it forward to a new generation. And yet it was never my intention to raise my…
