land of a thousand lakes

Minnesota Gothic

•where do you live? Minnesota. Oh isn’t it cold up there? Yes. Very. Every year a certain amount freeze to death out in or winters. Every year a corpse in found, blood frozen in its veins.

•you hear about Minnesota nice. It covers up the Minnesota sad, Minnesota angry, Minnesota hurt that comes with the dark and cold we have every year. Seasonal depression.

•land of ten thousand lakes, murky water, kids are taught at a young age to swim. Diving into chilled water the caress of weeds against your leg as you touch the muddy clay bottom, inky movement out of the corner of your eye shoots you to the surface. It’s always better deeper where the weeds don’t tickle your legs. That’s where they can look up at you, watching your shape reflect against the surface.

•the shore of Lake Superior, deep, dark, dangerous. The “beaches” are unforgiving. The waters icy. Fining the perfect stones on the shore, rolled smooth. Stand on a large Boulder and drop with a plunk.

•the north was lively, people were proud to call it home. When the mining slipped away so did the pride and the people. Ghost towns blemish the land like scars on the face of a giant. We’ve pitted parts of our wart in search for something precious. Always digging.

•stay still enough in a forest during winter you’re suddenly hyper sensitive to the world around you and you realize though it seems dormant it is very much alive. Frozen breath hangs in the air, an animal calls wildly with effort in the distance.

norwegian word of the day

Originally posted by flyngdream

innsjø (m)

n. a lake

“Jeg kunne ha krysset en innsjø for deg.”
“I could’ve crossed a lake for you.”

“To personer, en far og hans sønn, krysset den frosne innsjøen på ski.”
“Two people, a father and his son, crossed the frozen lake on skis.”

“Finland er de tusen innsjøers land.”
“Finland is the land of a thousand lakes.”

en innsjø - innsjøer
innsjøen - innsjøene

note: “innsjø” literally means “in-sea”.

The Grown Man Who Didn’t Know How To Skate

 Young Trans Thing Of The Day is the thing where you’ve socially transitioned and sometimes kind of forget you’re trans before you’re reminded of something completely random that makes you remember “oh, right, I was raised as male/female”.

 While most finns are not professional athletes, virtually everyone knows how to skate. It’s just the sort of a thing that you’re supposed to do when you live in a place known as “the land of a thousand lakes” and all of those lakes are frozen over for half of the year. But boys and girls have been taught to skate with different kinds of skates, which require different techniques.

For reference to those who did not grow up in a cold climate, these are figure skating skates:

Dainty build, curved blade with that jagged edge on the front, traditionally almost always white. I grew up calling this kind of skis “girls’ skates”.

These bois, in the other hand, are hockey skates. Big, bulky, can be any colour (though black is preferred), no jagged curve on the front of the blade. “boys’ skates”.

 I hadn’t been skating for what must have been ten years when a few of my friends invited me to go. When I said I don’t own skates a friend who happens to be roughly my size offered to lend her own.

 While I didn’t know she used to be a hockey player.

 The shoe fit, but guess who was taught to skate on figure skates?

 And guess who spent two hours (having a hell of a lot of fun) stumbling on the ice like a drunk penguin?

Originally posted by littlepawz

This guy.