It is Monday and I am eating lunch at 10.15. Travelling is one of those excuses in which I can justify to myself to eat at almost any time, if not all the time. When I am on the road…
Celebrity nudity – a real thing!
Lately there has been a lot of fuzz going on about some leaked celebrity nudes and I must say that I am quite chocked at the cultural development. My first thought was: who is stupid enough to put nude pictures online? Somehow…
Cruising Buick a la the Expendables
My father and I have a particular movie series that bond us together – The Expendables. Yes, I can guess what is flowing through your mind: mindless action, a bunch of old dudes pretending to be young, Sylvester Stallone’s awkward…
50 shades of “bye-bye-equality”
My first problem was Twilight. Now, this is actually a cute little story that I read and watch at the cinema. Is it bad? a little bit. Is it really bad? yes, actually it is. Let me explain. I can…
Getting jiggy with it
Currently pain flows through my body. Movement is stiff, my ego damaged, my self-righteousness inflated. Waking up this morning I was welcomed by the familiar feeling of painful pressure despite lying on soft sheets. Getting up and walking into the…
The emotional liar
I have come to love going by train. Currently sitting in an old train cabin I look through the rain stained windows. Trains has become one of these few places where I get the chance to really think. There is…
Bureaucracy coffee
A couple of days ago I met up with an old friend. One of these really handsome, successful, ambitious guys that despite one or two moments never really turned out to lead anywhere remotely romantic. I hadn’t seen him for…
Unexpected nostalgia
Today I had a rare treat. A few weeks ago my father and I handed in a few old video cassettes that has been lying around the last 20 years or so, for digitization. Today I got to see them…
Guilty pleasures – The 100
A few days ago I emerged myself in one of those guilty pleasures that I rather not tell people yet feel way too old to be ashamed of. During 8 and 2/3 hours, 520 minutes, 31200 seconds – without…
Breathing place
The first thing that hits me is the smell. The smell of wet moss, pine trees, sun heated rock. The smell of Sweden. It hits me with such force when I step out of the car that I am immediately…