As I prepare for my Helsinki getaway, questions abound. Will it be painfully cold? Will I eat reindeer meat? Can I still hold my vodka? During breaks from the sauna, will I roll in the snow or will I prefer to swat myself with birch branches? Will I be able to find that cardamom bread and will it compete with Grandma's? Could Finland possibly be more expensive than Switzerland?
Ah, the unknown... sometimes it's what gets you up in the morning, sometimes it makes you want to hide. I'll be sure to report on my experiences when I return next week. Now, some poetic reflection:
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.
—Donald Rumsfeld, 2/12/02
1 comment:
how dare you 'swiss ms.' quote me!
rummy does know that what is known
by some is unknown to others - unbeknownst to them.
our finnish friends have yet to return my email so i apologize for
coming up empty. just know that
alvar aalto was a great man - not
greater than rummy though...
have fun and be careful.
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