Inez is one

So! Inez turned one. What a year!

Waiting for the monkey to crack the egg

These days are all about waiting. Waiting for this and waiting for that.

But mostly, waiting for the monkey to crack the egg.

It’s only three and a half years (plus a few months) since Elin and I met. As a few of you know we met online. (Elin’s nephew got the impression that we met on Ebay, which is only slightly wrong.) Like all other online flings it was destined to die fast or slow.

One critical moment was when Elin said something positive about “Appetite for Destruction” by Guns n’ Roses and I found that to be a very “mainstream remark”. Same thing about Metallica. This says more about my sporadic brain malfunctions than it says about Elin. Anyways, we lived through that. We also lived through my not calling her for two months even though she had asked me to. (Did I tell you about brain malfunctions?) But eventually I called her and we met up only a couple of days after that.

And then we got hooked. Later we got married. And last summer we got pregnant.

And that’s where we’re at. Still pregnant, and growing fast. Waiting… waiting. I found some nice pictures from Elin’s old camera that I hadn’t seen before. They’re from the Germany trip that we went on a week after we first met. Those were the days when we weren’t waiting for anything. Not like now when we’re waiting constantly.

Waiting for the monkey to crack the egg…

The winter outside

Waking up today, still lying in bed, I decided to check out the Kevin Moore fansite and its forum.

Once upon a time I got to know a lot of people at the official Chroma Key forum but that has long since passed away. So while reading some Chroma Key related discussions I got an urge to listen to some of Kevin’s work. Also, I felt I had to go outside. I brought the camera and took some pictures that I decided to send to Annie in Brazil. Not only is she a big Chroma Key fan, she also has never seen snow.

The video in itself is not that magical. The scenery is though.

So this is for Annie. Annie who has never seen snow.

Made in Greece

Surely the first sign was Elin’s bad reaction to a horrible shot of Raki that a waiter forced her to try Greece. (She had a cold sweat after 30 seconds and threw up within the minute.) But it was at least two or three weeks till we figured it out.

I think Elin suspected it when she all of a sudden had to run to the bathroom 3-5 times a night so while in the grocery store we stopped at the pharmacy and picked up two of them sticks – not just one, you want to be sure, right? And sure enough there was a plus, or actually two of them. One on each stick. So that was that and still is. We are having a baby.

A doctor scared us for a while suggesting that the baby was too small, after an early ultrasound we took. But that was just a bunch of bull as it turned out all was well.

Most likely the kid will find it’s way out in the middle of april with a Made in Greece-tag attached. I’m trying to enjoy the last few months of a no-child existence while Elin just recently started enjoying her first vomit-free week of pregnancy.

Elin’s belly has grown quite a bit too! I’m pretty sure we’ll post some pictures of that if they can fit on this website. No seriously, a big tummy it is but my wife is as thin and gorgeous as ever. If only she has strong genes to overcome mine then this baby will be one beautiful one!

To be continued…

The Bomber and Benny

The Bomber (my brother) and his good friend Benny came visiting this last few days. It so happened that they had been planning this for quite some time but never came around to telling us.

Not that it mattered much. Having them in our house for three days was pure pleasure. The two of them had decided to drive from Gamleby, where both of them live, to Örebro by mopeds. Surely that took them the better part of a day. And from here they then continued down to Nyhem and Aneby. All in all I would say that they went 700 kms in a week.

That’s good work I will say.

The picture’s I took of them ended up in a newspaper. People found their road trip quite interesting.

The Nordströms go Bollywood!

Elin and I just came back from Gothenburg. We went to celebrate one year of marriage. It was either that or go to Turkey or Greece, but with so many immigrants in Sweden it doesn’t really matter, so we went to see the Turks and the Greeks on the swedish west coast. However, the turkish restaurant had no vacant table for us, and we didn’t see any greek diner so we ended up at a Thai restaurant that was run by chinese people. We also saw a Thomas Di Leva show and won 2 kgs or chocolate at Liseberg.

While at the Museum of World Culture, who currently have a Bollywood show on display, we made our own film. Crappy quality but the performances are breathtaking.

The Analog Kid

Horribly tired. Confused. Irritated. Depressed. Wired. Unfocused. I have been feeling utter crap lately, and though I think it might be the winter dark and season I think it is so much more. By no means am I a computer wiz (more computer jizz actually) but I spend more than half my awake-time in front of one and I think that it has had my brain working overtime sorting information for a long long time in a galaxy far far away from normal brain activity.

Surely this must be some sort of techno stress. I can barely sit down and read a book without processing 117 different thoughts and ideas while doing so. Peace of mind? Yes please, give me a bomb to blow up this digital disgrace of a rat race. Ok, I’m blowing steam here, but I must do something about this. The first thing to go in some way is facebook. I don’t even use it much, but I spend all my days hating it and that takes energy too. Then I guess computer free days is something to strive for as well, tried having one two days ago but failed coz someone requested a favor. When I work for the municipality I work with a PC all day, you’re right, but that is barely a computer anyways.

If you have the strength yourselves, by all means, comment on your routines. My take is that all this access and info and contacts is just killing all the fun in the end. And as always, the canadian power trio Rush holds many a wise word on all matters:

The boy lies in the grass with one blade
Stuck between his teeth – A vague sensation quickens
In his young and restless heart – And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart

“The Analog Kid” from Signals (1982) by Rush