Here we are on a weekend. It is homey here again at my end during slow years in Germany with a maturing senior teen. Thor is on: right now, I own 4 movies on video that have Thor fighting with Loki as main themes. The general ambiance is that I looked yet again into the old Scandinavian mythos and this time re-learned that Heimdal is actually the biological father of humanity, whereas the others are not related that way.
Many of you know that those stories are simple the Norse pre-Christian ethnocentric religion and like so many traditions was polytheistic and had both male and female deities.
In the eldest stories, Loki was not evil and was not a villain but he was a middle man, a bit of a double agent and often caught between a rock and a hard place in terms of the frost giants and the Aesir as he was allied and bound to both groups. In that respect it was uncomfortably like those who were both German and Jewish in 1933 and those who were English and German in 1947 and challenging conditions like that.
Back then, before it got worse, the difference was mainly just that Thor was very straightforward and Loki was very tricky and that made their interpersonal dynamics distinctive even when they were not at odds. I like both types in general, but like ‘good guys’ more than ‘bad guys’.
One of my personal favorite ones of the old myths is when Thor ended up dressed up in drag so that Loki could bring him into the Frost Giants’ terrain as goddess So-n-So to marry Whoever the Giant…but in this case it is Thor working with Loki on a trick…How they even got into that being necessary was just as bizarre, but is not so close to the surface of my mind…but it is easy to see the comedy of Thor in drag at the behest of Loki…just to trick some frost giants.
Even today, as an American in my 40s, there are grammar points that I quote School House Rock cartoons from the 1970s to remind myself of.
Over here in Germany, one discovery is a series of history videos made for kids, that are done as German cartoons.
One can tell they are ‘old school’ because they are really drawn in ink and painted rather than done using computer graphics.
They are well made enough for me to have been able to tolerate my own lack of understanding of German …so that I would watch and listen and actually learn some German thanks to being able to follow a lot of it, thanks to how it is done as cartoon plays about events in history. “Cartoon historical re-enactments”.
Who would have thought? and yet, why not?
At some point today I realized that I had neglected to blog to you all yesterday. When you actually like the blog then I do feel a bit guilty about neglecting to do it.
At some point today I saw …well I saw people who’s organizations have bigger advertising budgets than I do: I saw actual Monster Trucks and I saw a billboard sporting Captain America. This happened to me in a German village, not an American village loaded with ethnic Germans, but a village in Germany that has been bombarded by American cultural icons – I even saw some German home flying one of our American flags this morning!!
I have an American flag because I am an American citizen and so is my son and I want us to both remember that. Given that, I’m sure that American readers can see why I felt flavored Frosty weird – cold in the chest from too much at once, Germans sporting our flags in their own towns as fashion or extra-cultural fidelity.
One of the Germans who’s English is good who spoke to me a couple of years ago ‘dared’ to tell me that “Germany is a satellite state of the USA” borrowing terminology I learned from that whole Soviet – DDR ‘satellite state’ thing, and this German knew that was how I’d learned it, and that WAS what he meant….Only his Germany is OUR satellite state, not THEIRS.
Well, I have no idea what the actual name is of the actor who is Captain America in those movies but that’s how it goes for thespians who make their money pretending to be who they are not…but at least they are not pretending that is not what they are doing like millions of employees who really do suffer from that specific type of psycho-social pain…The pain of not being oneself at work.
Yesterday and today, I had some luck and was able to do something proactive to share news about some of my professional writing thanks to the kindness and generosity of spirit of another writer: http://jenowenby.wordpress.com/about/ . Thanks again for that! Most of the time I am just glad to have the acknowledgment that you read a blog post.
In the beginning, only my father and then a woman I met in Germany…She might like it if I mention her by name, or not. I would be happy to…but won’t because I am not sure.
Many years ago in Indianapolis a younger woman called Jen I think, used to mention blogging in a cafe we were in at the same time. Most of the time she was not even talking to me. She wears dresses more often than I do. I like how I look dressed up to, but it is easy for me to become awkward about outfits limit me. Dressed down I am out of place at so many offices and parties and schools but dressed up I can’t work in the garden and may not be relaxed about playing with kids, handling animals or taking out the trash. Like I want grass stains on my good clothes – NOT! I don’t like changing my outfits that much: school clothes for school, play clothes for play etc…It all makes sense but I’d rather not change my clothes more than once or twice a day most days.
Well, not what I expected to share today, but OK.
Right before I began to write today’s post I checked to see some of who the system identified as having read and commented. That reminded me to remind you – each of you, that I am glad you bothered to read it and glad when you like what I have blogged.
Today is one of those days when I did a whole bunch of stuff in the way of my nationality and then I did some stuff that shows I have adapted to where I am.
My lifestyle over here in Europe is very quiet and feels small. Because of that, one of the big deals of the day was that for the second time since being granted the Germany based Intl. driving license, I drove on the Autobahn. I was not one of the high speed drivers on the Autobahn but just toodling along with the German drivers I used speeds that cause immediate loss of the American driving license on USA roads unless you can afford very powerful attorneys to let you keep it.
From this we see that I have adapted to “those crazy Germans”. The real key to understand is that they drive more slowly – not quickly, in their villages, and then make up for that difference on the freeways. That includes the half of the story they didn’t tell me when I was in America “before Germany”.
A few days ago, the point of no return was reached in that the special Germany calendar flipped and a 3rd year of residing here was completed. It was uneventful, much like not learning of a Solar eclipse until thousands of years later while suffering from restlessness within the context of a high school history lesson – thanks to that you know about one of the eclipses.
Right now, I have no idea of whether or not I will blog about how much I am loving living in the USA but missing my son 3 months from now, or if I will suddenly be nostalgic about everything I love about these past 3 years but didn’t notice as much as I might have due to the distracting power of what I disliked about the same over all scenario…So maybe if that is no longer hindering me, I will see some of what I have enjoyed with a new clarity – like last night’s party after that hang over has cleared up.
Then again, I might just still be in Germany, hopefully writing about how I am managing to sell more of my books and mingling in cafes and actually having a social life.