saturdays are for eating sweet stuff and being silly


Sweet stuff for two (2!) people.


I was looking for a chance to behave like a fool.


Do a little dance...


Michael was happy to look out the window.


If it's a sunny day -use sunblock.


And make sure you look at whoever has the camera.


That goes for you too, mr Dandylion.


The water was less than inviting at first.


Others took more persuading to go in.


We had dinner at our place.


If you ask me, nothing beats waltzing with a pretty girl!

stockholm, june 25th, 2 am



If you ask me, one of the greatest things about summer is the light. I love it.

the art of outdoor cooking and odd sports

Last night, Agata and Jonas came over for a barbeque at our place. It was fun. We cooked and ate, talked and laughed. Then Jonas invented a game where you throw leftover potatoes into the forest. It was a pleasant evening.

new exercise habits

Routine is my friend. I do well with rules and things that happen the same way every time. I guess that might make me seem like I'm autistic or a nazi. All I know for sure is that I'm not a nazi. I don't think I'm autistic either, because I sometimes do really, really well with improvisation.

But when it comes to things like exercise, I really need a routine. And I think I've found something now. This summer, I've decided to run every other day. Not far, just about two laps around Lake Threesome. It's short, beautiful and I get to feel healthy.

I'll also try to make the days in between be less in between by biking on those days. So far, I've only biked once, but Running Day was yesterday, so I guess I'll take the bike out tonight. Being a routiny person, I guess I'll make the bike run pretty much the same tonight as it was last time. I go from here (Liljeholmen) to Södermalm, bike along Årstaviken to Hammarby sjöstad (where I work) and sit and rest at The Cake (if you know sjöstaden, you know what I mean when I say "the cake") for a while. Then I bike back via Globen, past Sockenplan and Enskede and the stables there. Last time I didn't see any horses out, which is good, because I don't like not being able to breathe properly. That doesn't make me a freak.

the new logo

Tonight was the night the new Kulturama logo was unveiled, I had really low expectations. Then the guy who designed it gave a presentation speech. It was excellent. His name is HC Ericson, and he's a professor of design. He's done a lot of famous work, one of them being the design of the blue and yellow IKEA buildings. All employees got a free Kulturama t-shirt with the new logo. I was the only one smart enough to get mine signed. He he!

what the...


It's gotta take some time to fill that pool all the way up.


Not counting the picture of the kid, wouldn't that be a good name for a porno movie?

look closely

You can see her moving!

rendezvous with agent chicken

Marta and I went into the city yesterday, hoping to buy a tiny warm sweater (seeing as how the weather is somehow less than ingtypically summery here in Sweden at times). As we were cruising the shops, I got an sms from my old pal Giorgio, asking whether we'd like to go for a coffee. Marta and I agreed it would be very nice indeed and I phoned him up.

It's been years, and we've both grown since we last saw each other. I am now 31, I have held the same high responsibility job for five years and I'll going to be a father very soon. He has got a good job too, working for an Italian company here in Stockholm. Nevertheless, it didn't surprise me when, as I phoned him up, he answered by simply stating: "White Rabbit".

It's an old story. He's the Chicken, I'm the White Rabbit. Don't ask. But the point here is that no matter what else happens in life, you can still count on some things. It's comforting.




Oh, and when all else goes to shit, you can try the strawberry milkshake at Max. It's pretty damn tasty.

the major issues

One thing I have discovered lately is how much it sucks to feel something very strongly and at the same time not feel entitled to those emotions. It's unpleasant.

singing songs of separation

I'm planning my last classes with the kids I've taught for five years now. It's a long time for me, and about a third of their lives. I've never taught anyone else. Being with them these days brings a surreal sense of... desperation. This affects my entire being right now.