I love award season. You can smell it in the air… well at least I can. It sort of smells like Hollywood traffic, expensive gowns, and Ryan Seacrest. Okay, so I over exaggerated a little. But, now that it's Award season, Hollywood is going crazy and the glorious red carpet is rolled out, which has been touched by some of the most famous feet (not to mention some of the most expensive shoes) in the world. The first show of the season, the golden globes, was held this past Sunday. Honoring movies, shows, writers, and composers. The pre- show is always entertaining as they interview the celebs, and of course have to ask “whom” they are wearing, because the designers are being judged as well. I, of course, pretended I am a member of Joan River’s fashion police, and did my own celeb gown judging. I also loved that they asked Amy Poehler and Tina Fey, two of the most powerful women in comedy, to host again. They did their usual hilarious open monologue of making fun of all the actors and actresses, and then I thought, they really get away with saying anything, but it's Amy Poehler and Tina Fey…sooo duhhh!…Yet, everyone is there for one thing. They have worked hard all year, have put on amazing performances on the big screen, have entertained the public, and its time to be awarded for their work. Too bad everyone can’t win, and I can’t imagine how hard it is to choose.
- Love Sara Alina
When I first learned that Tynan wrote Life Nomadic in one week, I was provoked. That book, along with the 4-Hour Work Week by Tim Ferriss, has seriously inspired me to stir things up. To imagine that the skinny molester of birthgivers wrote that travelers bible in just one week! My first reaction was to be really impressed. When the impression settled, knowing that Tynan is a mere human being, like me, I decided that I could do it too.
I remember I was sitting in a street cafe with all the smells of Ho Chi Minh City coming in on me when it happened. I opened my Bucket List, put the item in the document, and then started writing potential editors for my coming book that would be about how Danes can be travelling the world without money. The topic might not strike you as impressingly original, if you take the pretext into consideration, however, it is what I know and a concept I had spent the last four years of my life to get very good at.
Later the same day I ran into this girl, Puja Paz, nationality refuses to stick to her as her parents are from everywhere and she grew up in at least 300 different countries. We were drinking freshly pressed sugar cane juice mixed with dark rum, served on ice, in a little not-too-trafficky street in Saigon. Conversation soon moved into bucket lists, as I had just learned that I was about to write a book in a week. My Item #8 is Watch Northern Lights. When I said that, she looked at me as if I had just turned into the most uninspiring person she had ever met. Her eyes litteraly lost all the awe build up from sharing dreams and ideals, for what seemed like minutes, but really were hours. “Why don't you just go to live with my grandparents in Tromsø right now?” She said, in Norwegian, I think. My mind started making up all these great excuses for why this adventure should not happen straight away. I was not impressed by any of them and answered “Because I will. Give me your contacts and we'll figure out the details tomorrow.”
Waking up the next day, I found out she was not just making drunken promises. She had already added her grandmother to a facebook chat and laid out the basics of it to her. Her grandmother, had already welcomed me to come for a long visit, without even knowing my face. I booked my ticket and looked forward to replacing the humid heat of Vietnam with the grey cloudyness of Denmark just to travel as far North as you can come without compromising on leaving civilisation. I say civilsation, if you've ever met a Nordmand, you will no that they are nothing like that. I got picked up in Södereise by Elisa (the grandmother of Puja) and proceeded to spend the next week eating all kinds of weird stuff and drinking black coffee. My favourite was whale, no, moose, no, I think that really, smoked salmon is the most delicious food item known to man (it being caught and smoked by Per (the grandfather) did not make it any worse).
I did not see Northern Lights, even though conditions were perfect and I went out looking for it every freezing night I was there. One of my pass time activities when I was resting my writers hands and my head, was watching the Winter Olympics. Tora Berger kicked ass and Synøve Something Norwegian was being a fox. They were so kick ass I had a moment of inspiration, I did miss crossing off one item, crossed off another, and got to put in a third: