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What I did this weekend.

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What I did this weekend.

Staffan playing with fire. (Couldn’t find the group photo. Beer might have made me delete it…)

Staffan playing with fire. (Couldn’t find the group photo. Beer might have made me delete it…)

Alma. Taken a year ago, almost to the day. I think my photo skills have evolved a bit more then I thought.

Alma. Taken a year ago, almost to the day. I think my photo skills have evolved a bit more then I thought.


22:59

To make up for the last one, here’s a few pretty ones.
Karro is like the midget Jubal Early talks about in the Firefly episode Objects in Space: “The little [wo]man loved fire.” The surest way to make her eyes lit up — pun, well, yes, it’s there — is to hand her matches, something to burn and something to burn in. She will glee and squee, I promise you.

To make up for the last one, here’s a few pretty ones.

Karro is like the midget Jubal Early talks about in the Firefly episode Objects in Space: “The little [wo]man loved fire.” The surest way to make her eyes lit up — pun, well, yes, it’s there — is to hand her matches, something to burn and something to burn in. She will glee and squee, I promise you.

(Aron doing what he does best.)
Leaving for this place in the morning. Perhaps short bursts of text/emails sometimes after the weekend but otherwise: expect silence until next Thursday. Unless of course you’re stationed in Stockholm/Uppsala, because then I might actually say “hi” in person.
To the others: take care. Yes, even you.

(Aron doing what he does best.)

Leaving for this place in the morning. Perhaps short bursts of text/emails sometimes after the weekend but otherwise: expect silence until next Thursday. Unless of course you’re stationed in Stockholm/Uppsala, because then I might actually say “hi” in person.

To the others: take care. Yes, even you.

There’s no other description to the feeling than loss. Not for anything important but more of a loss of direction. I’m done with the translation — just in time but still  feel a bit bad about how close it was — and I’ve eaten the icecream and wanted the pancakes (curse you, Anthony Bourdain!). There’s nothing much to do right now. Both pancakeless and penless. I want to go, the bus won’t leave until Wednesday so all I can do is to sit here. Doing nothing, both bored and too picky to do something.


Can’t wait to be there.

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