First off thanks for the Tripps for the cool widget. Although it probably over inflates my already over inflated ego. Does that make me a super-ego? I never did understand Freud.
On to my current crisis. For those of you who didn't know, in college I dated a Finn...That is an individual from Finland...Finland is in Europe...That's east of Boston for some of you less cartographically inclined readers.
Now the Finns are an interesting people. Their language is impossibly difficult. In fact it would probably be easier to learn to juggle without hands than to learn that language. I'm amazed their children can even learn it. Astrid you live next to Finland, couldn't you Swedes have done something during your centuries of domination to eradicate that language?
Besides the linguistic problems other difficulties existed in that relationship. Notable on the list was what can be described as a fierce ethno-nationalism amongst the populace that sometimes borders on xenophobic racism. Oh the fact that I kissed Wife before I broke up with Finland-Girl might have been another strain on the relationship, but I digress, race was the main issue. As with most Finns, Finland-Girl was fair skinned despite her dark hair. I on the other hand look like I'm either coming from a Bar Mitzvah or a Ramadan celebration. Needless to say her father wasn't pleased with the prospect of her dating me.
My ethnic ambiguity has actually been a source of great pride for me. Quite like our friend Sina I have been blessed with the ability to "pass" in nearly country bordering the Mediterranean and not look like a tourist. Indeed I've taken pride in my Franco-Scots-Mexican heritage to the point that I might have made a tiny oversight in my genealogical research. While my dad's family is 50% Scottish and 49% French (1% other, we don't like to talk about them (Irish)), my mom's family is 25% Mexican. Of course I tend to forget about that remaining 25%, largely because they've been in American since before the Revolution. I just assumed that they were English and quite frankly who pays attention to the English.
How surprised was I then to get the results from the mitochondrial DNA sample that my sister sent in to the Genographic Project (greatest Christmas present ever). For those of you not familiar with the Genographic Project they basically take DNA samples from you and trace the most dominant genetic line. For women this means they sample your mitochondrial DNA which is passed from mother to daughter. This means that they can trace the dominant female line genetically and based on mutations in your genetic code they can determine where people with your genotype constitute a large proportion of the population. Thus they can tell you fairly accurately where that line came from. They do a similar thing with men but using the Y-chromosome. Here're my results (okay actually my sister's but we're fairly confident we have the same mother):
As you can see, I quite clearly was dating my cousin in college. I must ask though if I have to have Scandinavian blood in my veins why can't I be one of the cool viking ethnicities like the Swedes or Danes. Why the Finns? They're like the Welsh or Arkansans of Scandinavia.
Here's another Matt Costa video. This guy rocks, thanks Ty.