The Antepenultimate Match Of The Season

An important match took place today, with Wolves meeting derby-side and antagonists, Birmingham. Both are currently in the play-offs with two matches after this meeting to go, so much was at stake for both aspirants.

I had read earlier this week that the O’Leary’s chain of restaurant/pubs was planning on showing the match, and became stirred at the thought of watching such an important match. Since O’Leary’s in Söder is usually the host for all televised Wolves games we went there, only to find out that they were not even open. I found this strange, with so many Wolves fans in Stockholm who would’ve descended upon the premises clothed in old-gold (yes, Jo, old-gold), in good voice, and with a wallet full of beer money.

Slightly fraught at the news, I tried ringing Truls, president of Swede Wolves, to find out further information and a possible alternative venue. Freya was quite keen on the idea of seeing “We Are Wolves” (as she calls them), as was I, and with only a half hour to go to kick-off, the stress levels were rising.

When I received no answer from Truls’ phone, we decided to take a short trip into Old Town, to an Irish pub that was also known for its football. I rang the pub when we got off the underground, to be told that the Wolves match was to be shown. Oh, sweet joy.

The match ended with Wolves losing 2-3, but the entire match was thoroughly entertaining; real end-to-end stuff with Wolves showing a fighting spirit I never saw last season. We could have equalised with four minutes to go, but missed a penalty, though we are still play-off contenders, and will succeed if we win our final two matches.

When I came back home I read on the Swede Wolves site that this is the weekend Swede Wolves members are in Wolverhampton for their annual visit. Now I understand why Truls was unreachable, and no other fans were to be seen in the pub. Still, it meant a more peaceful (if less ambient) family outing.

The Self-Righteous Exhortation

One of the luxuries (and sometimes misgivings) with living in a developed country is that of choice. The most power we, as individuals in a Capitalist society, have is, in my mind, where we choose to spend our money. Since all businesses live or die by their income, this is a very important factor to remember and live by, and should lend an air of optimism to one’s view of the current depressing state of affairs in the world.

Becoming vegan was the first step. We have decided to fund products of companies that minimize the suffering of animals. In some instances we have decided to eschew vegan products from companies that have otherwise had dubious/immoral stances on other issues (e.g. the vegan burger from McDonalds) that are close to our hearts.

Recycling has also become a big issue. We are very thorough when it comes to reusing the Earth’s resources, to the point where the paper wrapping on tins is conscientiously ripped off and sorted. Items that become broken (lamps, headphones, furniture, furbees) are taken for repair rather than thrown away, even if the cost of repair is greater than that of replacement. Nearly all the items we buy have an aesthetic value, and therefore worth the extra cost.

Much of the furniture and electrical goods we’ve bought are second-hand. The sofas, mats, lamps, computer, most of Freya’s clothes, dishwasher, washing-machine (these last two are NOT so environmentally friendly, I know, but their inclusion allows for more time with Freya, and they cost us nothing) have all come from previous owners, which balances the IKEA purchases that fill most of the rest of the flat.

Whilst these actions are noble necessary, there remains much to be done, and this is actually a very satisfying and relatively fun experience. The betterment of oneself (whether it be the psychological progression of the self or the effect one has on one’s surroundings) is one of the keys of having a fulfilling life.

I have, partially thanks to Jo, recommenced my desire to be a part of the solution, after a long period of standing still. Just recently, after Jo’s mentioning the subject, I’ve become routined in the turning off at source the ‘standby’ electrical items at night. The computer, TV, and telephone loader are now non-leechers during the time we are asleep. The next step is to increase the amount of time the computer is on idle mode, or simply turn it off when not needed.

A further development is to buy more Fair Trade goods, especially tea and coffee. Some of the larger well-known companies here in Sweden have started to sell Fair Trade coffee, and this is one of the occasions I shall willingly support them, as opposed a generally overpriced smaller company’s coffee one typically finds in health-food shops.

Next on the list are buying energy-saving light-bulbs, cutting down on methane producing rice and frozen potato products, in place of more fresh potatoes (much cheaper and more environmentally friendly, especially if locally grown), and trying a different manual razor. It appears that all the big-name razors are produced by companies involved in animal testing. The razor (or rather the company) I’m looking at abjures this practice, as well as having interchangeable heads (the razor, not the company), which will lessen the amount of plastic I use to shave.

All this is not meant to be some unctuous diatribe to masturbate my ego, but a simple message to Freya, who may well see the result of our current inability to reconcile the general attitude to the environment. We are constantly reevaluating our position, and try (not our best, because we actually quite like to enjoy ourselves) to lessen our impact, or “footprint” as it is currently called. Still, try and be proud that you’ve not got total planks for parents.

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How Many People Does It Take To Play A Video Game?

Sometime I wonder why and when I rekindled my fondness for videogames. Now, more than ever, I appreciate playing and reading about all aspects of the culture, and I can only assume it has something to do with revisiting my youth, along with the need to escape (since I don’t go clubbing any more).

There is a rich and varied scene producing some fantastic forms of art, and this Space Invaders performance highlights this perfectly:

The Pole Position re-enactment as actually a better piece, though I have a soft spot for Space Invaders.

Calm After The Storm

After a very turbulent half year back at work, things seem to have reached a relatively harmonious state. The irksome lower classes, who had never had me as a teacher before this year, have learnt to accept me and my authority, for the most part, and a radical change has occurred with Class 1 and 2.

I’d started a less-then-liberal regime a few months ago, ringing up troublesome children’s parents after 3 breaches of the stringent rules I had introduced. At first I thought this to be an overreaction, but now I realise it to be an effective and necessary action, and I do not regret it a bit.

I still have a few problems now and again, though the general ambiance during these lessons is both relaxed and enjoyable. I can have more fun with the pupils, and I enjoy their company. On top of this, this is the first year I feel I am really able to teach English to the younger children, which can only be a plus for them.

Virtual Reality

I was making my way over the playground at work today, after a lunchtime stroll to the shops, when I noticed a crack in the ground. For a split-second I was transported into Jo’s and my current favourite DS title, Animal Crossing, and immediately became excited at the prospect of what kind of fossil may be hiding just below the surface.

I was quickly pulled back into the real world, but found the whole experience (whole being about a tenth of a second) bizarre enough to take a picture. Anyone unfamiliar with Animal Crossing (i.e almost everyone) would find this tale either confusing or worrying, as probably would the majority of Animal Crossing players; I’m slightly proud that my brain works in this way.