switzerland is not sweden

i would say one of switzerland's biggest beefs with the us is that americans often mistake switzerland for sweden. that and europe's churches for castles. i couldn't help but laugh when i came across this recent swiss blog post:

Dear US-Citizens
Switzerland and Sweden are not the same. Even though they are both in Europe. The small one in the center is Switzerland (That’s the one with the watches, the cheese and the banks). The big one in the north is Sweden (That’s the one with only blond girls, knäckebrot and Schwedenzpanzer Volvo).



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phantom of the opera

one thing about living in a country full of skiers and snowboarders is spontaneous freestyle shows. that's exactly what happened last night after zurich turned into a winter wonderland. swiss freestyle-snowboarder markus keller flügel rocked the opernhaus.


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for more on zürich in the winter check out ron orp's anleitung für die stadt

sleep before you drive

i am currently doing research for a nb pitch and came across this intense campaign out of new zealand. clearly they have a problem with sleepy people behind the wheel. it is an interesting new take on the ole crash scene tactic - people often distance themselves from crash protrayals by demonizing the driver as a drunk or an speed-hungry idiot. however its hard to ignore the message in this execution.



well done.

stifler's mom

mom jokes will never get old.

gifting

while shopping around for the "perfect gift" for everyone i know, i came across this amazing hoodie. the insight hits way too close to home.



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love in the 90's is paranoid

one thing lead me to another this morning and i landed here:



one stellar piece of distracted videography. ah, damon. one day we will meet...

but it all comes down to coincidence. spin mag reports blur reunited last week, plus they kissed & made-up with oasis after a decade long feud after noel deemed the quarrel "pathetic." woohoo (sing it like song 2).

geographical coordinates

when living abroad, you are constantly reminded of your geographical coordinates. it could be in the language people speak, subtle/blatant cultural differences, or literally physical location (should we go home for xmas or stay on this side of the pond?). i couldn't help but be amused when i stumbled upon this fine piece of insight.



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peinlich auf deutsch. embarrassing in english.

so i realized recently that it has been almost a year since i last posted. the megablog project got postponed and then postponed again. my new years resolution is to jump-start my activity. consider this my reentry into the blogosphere.