Monday, March 30, 2015

How to become a problem solver... create problems for yourself: Ski Trips with the Schwandt's

Guest Post by Tom Schwandt.  My comments in blue.
Hello followers of Brian’s Blog!  I have the honor of being a guest writer on Brian’s blog, I will try to write clearly, descriptively, and hope to stay on topic much better than Brian does when he writes blog posts, and that shouldn’t be too hard.  If you are new to Brian’s blog, welcome!  His blog about his time in Germany, if you come to learn something about a different culture, you’re out of luck, here it seems you will find out about just every random thought that goes through Brian’s mind such as inefficient double doors and stroopwaffles, which I find somewhat educational, let’s get started..
The past week we all spent the week in Montana snowskiing at Big Sky (our uncle is nice enough to let us stay at his condo).  Kevin (brother), Megan (girlfriend, not mine Kevin’s), Ryan (friend), Brian and I.  The story starts like any other, we were enjoying a relaxing vacation, the weather was warm, in fact Big Sky had never had so little snow, we were enjoying catching up with Brian.  Now, if you’ve ever been on a Schwandt Ski trip you would know this, but I’m convinced that if there is a Schwandt along… something bad will happen automobile related, it’s just the reality.*

Anyways, the weather was warm, the snow was not very good, it’s been one of the worst winters for Montana skiing in 25 years.  Instead  of paying for an expensive lift ticket, we decided to do some hiking and snow shoeing at a place called Beehive Basin (it’s free, you park, hike up and ski down).  SO, the five of us head out that day, and hike up and ski down once, it was a fun time.
Day 2, We all head up to Big Sky, the snow is still sub par.  Kevin and Megan decide that they will ski the day, Brian doesn’t really want to and I have a season pass at Big Sky so I have skied enough good days to not ski at Big Sky on a somewhat crappy day.  So I tell the group I’ll go hike up Beehive Basin again with Brian no problem.  Ryan has his work laptop and has some work to do so he stays in the lodge that day.  Brian and I head off to Beehive Basin.  We park the car, we open up the skibox on top with all our equipment, load up, and head off hiking.  The hike itself to the top takes us about 1 hour, maybe a little bit more.  I think it was more like two hours due to me being out of shape.

We get to the top, set all of our stuff down and sit at the top of the mountain for awhile, then I feel for the keys (Brian drove) and say  “oh Brian, I don’t think I have the keys, you have them?..”  Brian then replies, without checking his pockets, I don’t even know if he comprehended (I do this a lot) what I said “yup, got em!”, and both of us, like the idiots we are, didn’t question it!  Now let me tell you problem number one, Brian and I are really spacey and scatterminded, you never send us off to do anything, not alone and especially not both of us together, the results are bad when it’s anything organizationally related.

We ski back to the car, and brian looks through his pockets.. yes, no keys haha you couldn’t make this stuff up.  We search our back packs, my pockets, the car.. “who had the keys?” We don’t know.. “Did you put them in your pockets? I don’t know”.. let’s retrace our steps, ok, just a mile of snow between here and the top along with another mile of tracks we crossed to ski down.  Brian searches the car, and works on hotwiring the car via the internet (he’s an electrical engineer, how hard could it be? Like his recent power electronics exam, he worked in power electronics, how hard could it be?  I've seen movies... it takes them like 12 seconds... i really thought this was an option)  I hike back up to see if I can come across the keys.  Long story short, nothing and nothing.  We find no keys, we can’t hotwire the car.  We grab our stuff and start hiking up the road on our way out of beehive basin back to Big sky, about 5 miles away.  It’s snowing and there’s already two inches on the pavement.  After a mile a nice family from Maryland gives us a ride to Big Sky. 

We reunite with the rest of the group, and they take the news well, probably cause they’re not surprised that Brian and I would do something so stupid, and they probably blame themselves for letting me and Brian go by ourselves in the first place.  The next few days are a blend of us analyzing schedules for busses and shuttles, calling ex boyfriends (Megan's... not mine or Tom's) for rides, walking, running, hitchhiking, taxis, valet services to the Yellowstone club, jalapeno poppers, steam rooms without steam, phone calls to car dealerships, and much more.  It would take too long to tell but it’s worth hearing so please ask Brian and you’re sure to enjoy it J.   But in the end Brian and I went to Bozeman and got another key made for our car and we made it back to Fargo safely and on time.  Brian and I are engineers, you see, we think critically, we’re good at solving problems… we also usually cause the problems, maybe that’s why we’re good at solving them?? Food for thought..  Thanks for reading, and tune in for next year’s family ski trip, it’s bound to be an exciting one!


It should be noted that we let the car sit in the backcountry of Big Sky for about 3 days.  Prioritizing is important, and our priority was to enjoy the snow that was about to come.  Right after we lost the keys we got a lot of snow.  We skied the Yellowstone Club the next day, which is where billionaires like to ski (seriously... google it), then we skied big sky the next day.  Great skiing!  By the time we got to the car... it looked like this: 

When I got there people were checking out the car wondering if someone had died in an avalanche or something... Nope!  Just a couple people that can't keep track of their keys!  
The whole experience was pretty exciting.  We still don't know who to blame for loosing the keys.  It was probably Tom... but it could also have very well been me.

*We’ve had transmissions blow out, hitchhiked, slept at mechanics shops overnight, had dead batteries, had people fall asleep at the wheel, been rear ended by grey hound busses, had Ski toppers fly off, people throwing up, etc. etc. and etc.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Why I need health insurance for my trip home

Last night I had a dream.  I dreamt that I needed to figure out how to get my health insurance to work in the United States.  It's been something that's been on my mind, but I keep forgetting to do it.  It is a dire necessity, and I'll explain why.

I go back home in about a week.  Land of the free, home of the brave.  People ask me if I miss home.  Of course I miss my family and friends, and I finally get to see my nephew, "The Little Lion Man" as I call him, next week when I go back. 

But one thing that I miss is doing crazy things with my buddies.  You see, growing up, my friends and I lived in a little place called Fargo-Moorhead.  That's two towns on the boarder of ND and MN.  There's not a lot going on there other than farming and some lakes.  Those lakes provide tons of entertainment, but we have no hills at all. People here say the Netherlands is the flattest place in Europe. I don't have to imagine, for I come from the land of flatness. In the winter time it gets so cold that you either have to hibernate like bears, or you have to get creative. 

Well, me and my friends have a history of getting creative.  Here's what I miss.  I miss my buddies, Steve and Lief calling me up:

"Brian!  We're going to the lake, we're going wakeboarding!"  (this call usually comes the day of, but it has been in their head for years)
I say, "It's February" (which in our part of the world means it's most likely -30 degrees F)
"I know right!?  It's going to be crazy" 
I respond, "Yeah… it will be that." 
"So you in?"
Now I have to be honest, I don't always participate, but when something this crazy is going down, how can you say 'no'.  So I respond, "Yeah… when are we going?"

So today I woke up to a video* from a friend of mine that I have been looking forward to for quite some time.  It's the video that I wish had my name in the list at the end :)  


This is just the stuff that we do.  Crazy creativity at its finest.  Mostly involving skiing, wakeboarding, climbing, or something random.  Studies show** that boredom is good for your creativity.  Well they should take that study to Fargo-Moorhead, because I think we've already proven it.  Here's a list of some things that me and/or my friends have done.  And just for fun, I'll mention which ones were stopped by cops.

  • Made a ski jump in the parking lot of Little Caesar's (little pizza joint).  - stopped by police***
  • Climbed churches - stopped by police
  • Climbed the University buildings
  • Pulled a couch behind a pick-up truck on the ice - stopped by police (probably a good call on their part)
  • Random back-flips with my brother Dan
  • Several times wakeboarding through ditches - often stopped by police
  • Pond skimming on snow skis or wakeboard
  • Wakeboarding in the winter
  • Making a ski jump at the skate park - stopped by the police
  • Crazy 4th of July shenanigans
  • Skiing in speedos  
  • One of my favorites was making a ski jump in Steve's grandpa's back yard, which we did twice.  To do it justice, I need to show a picture to properly appreciate the craziness.
(That jump may or may not have involved two cracked teeth and 19 stitches).  Also, remember we don't have hills, so that jump meant we had to pull behind a snowmobile at about 

I also miss driving 17 hours with my cousin Andrew to go skiing and then sleeping in a Walmart parking lot because we were low on cash. 

People in Europe think it's crazy that we drive so far for things.  And I don't disagree.  But when you've driven 12 hours to go skiing for two or three days so many times, you start to get used to it.  These same guys in the winter wakeboarding video above have driven 14 hours to Colorado to go skiing.  I don't remember if it was for 1 or 2 days, but I remember telling them they were crazy.  They responded by telling me I was crazy for not coming :)

My brothers and I one time sat in our parents room and talked about our near death experiences.  We've all been dangerously close… it's amazing we've all survived this long!

People always tell me to be careful when I go out to the mountains to go skiing.  "Be careful!!"   What's funny is that I probably need health insurance more for when I am in Fargo-Moorhead. So I gotta get my health insurance figured out, because Steve and Lief still live there, and they will most likely call me up to do something crazy. 

Side Stories that may or may not be relevant to anything:
*If you want to see more, just go to YouTube and search "Steve Ystebo."  There is a lot more where that came from. 
**I haven't read this study, nor do I know if it exists, but I heard something along these lines one time.
***The cop was befuddled that we would do this.  He said, "Look I'm sure this is fun and shit, but just, well, do it in Fargo next time."   You can see that we have lots of experiences 

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Netherlands: Sodom or home of something delicious?

So what many of you may not know yet, is that I live in a city called Aachen (you gotta make that loogie making sound again).  Or if you are from France, it is Aix la Chapelle (no idea how to pronounce that one… my French* accent is terrible).     Aachen, is located right next to the Netherlands.  And I make frequent trips there.  I probably go there 1 time a week on average. 

Now, I think we all know one thing that the Netherlands is known for: Ganja (weed).  Cause you can smoke weed there legally.  It's like a wise man once said, "You can't go to Amsterdam and not smoke weed, it's like going to Rome and not drinking wine**." 

But what else are they known for?  Amsterdam's red light district.  When I went to visit Amsterdam, of course we had to visit the red light district.  I was expecting something shady, back in the alleys somewhere out of sight, and we would have to watch our backs or pockets or something.  Aachen has a red light district that I would expect.  It is in an alley that you normally wouldn't take, and it is arguably shady.  My brother Tom (remember, the fluent German speaker from his time in Brazil) was walking back to the center of town and he and my dad got a bit lost, so they walked down this alley.  He was minding his own business, convinced he doesn't need a map (because he ain't no stinkin' tourist), and then a girl reached out and grabbed him, which caused him to yell and jump about 3 feet away (he is really jumpy***).  She tried to woo him into her quarters after giggling to herself, and Tom said "No thanks."  You see Tom doesn't need to buy it.  The ladies flock to him once he starts to dance (check out the video below5).  

My roommate showed me a map called "Europe According to the USA" and Netherlands was called "Sodom".  The red light district and legalized marijuana may be the reason for that stereotype…  (it's pretty accurate I think, haha, silly Americans) 

What else is the Netherlands known for?  They are really tall.  Germans are really tall.  I've learned this.  I see so many people taller than me, way taller.  And the Netherlands is filled even more of these giants.  Sure there are tall people in the US as well.  My boss was like 6'9"… but what was his ancestry?  German.  

I think they are also known for pancakes, Anne Frank, Van Gogh, the list goes on.

What is it that makes me go back there on a frequent basis?  It's a little something that I must admit I have become addicted to6.  It's called the Stroopwaffel.  Oh it's good.  They are so sweet, delicious, crispy, caramely, cinnamony wafers that I have come to so much enjoy.  I can't get enough of them.  Eat one with a cup of coffee and you got yourself a divine experience.  That's something that the Netherlands is NOT known for.  And it ought to be in my opinion!  So starting now, I'm going to spread the word on their behalf for their delicious stroopwaffels.  I think I can even smell them now as I write about them.  I'm seeking help…  But hey… at least I don't have a worse addiction… like gambling… Oh that reminds me… I still have to tell the story of losing 100 Euro in Paris.

Side Stories that may or may not be relevant to anything:

*When I lived in the US, I always thought, "Why would I ever learn French?  I don't know anyone who speaks French."  I even told that to a buddy of mine about Italian before I decided to come to Europe.  Now, I have visited France 3 times and a couple of my friends are always speaking Italian.

**Wanna know who said that?  Me…  although the wisdom of that statement is questionable at best.

***Me and my brothers, at the lake, used to make sure that we all went to bed before him.  So when he, being the good boy he is****, was brushing his teeth, like our mom (best dental hygienist in the world btw.) taught us to.  We would all hide in the dark in waiting like a flock of wolves.  And when he came out we would scream and scare him, and he would freak out so bad.  He would jump as high as a kangaroo and scream like a frightened monkey.  The rest of us found it hysterical :D.   

****mind you he is about 20 in this story, which puts the rest of us at in the range of 14 to 27 years old.   And I'm pretty sure this was either the youngest or the oldest's idea… I can't remember who's it was…

I'm switching to numbers... the asterisks are getting out of hand!

5

He really breaks it down in the next video.  In this video if you watch closely you can see that there is a couple that is making out.  Notice that the guy stops kissing his girl so that he can watch Tom dance, and she actually wants to kiss him!  But he's like, "No no, I need to watch this guy dance. 

6When I was in the US, I also had an addiction.  It was called Juano's burritos and Romo's taco plates.  Oh how much I would give for a delicious Mexican burrito or taco.  Alas, I live so far from you, my former neighbor to the south.  How I long for the succulent Mexican burrito.  You can find me at these joints when I'm back in the US.  Or at least you could... but I just found out that Juano's is closing 3 days before I go back to the US!!!!  I am almost to tears as I write this.