Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy new years darling readers!

I was just out for a last jog of the year, and what do you know, mid-run I passed a man dressed in nothing but ground cinnamon. The smell was unmistakable.

And with this little anecdote which is as true as true gets, I wish you a very happy new years eve!

Inspired by the little hamster above, I'll be serving up a menu whose theme is air travel - complete with a semi-froze roll, a choice between chicken, beef and kosher, and a dessert that has a faint aftertaste of shrimp. Yum!

No, I'm just kidding! But it would be kind of awesome though, wouldn't it?!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

My night in pictures. A moment of reflection.

1. We've just worked our way through the first season of Big Love, and after the ending of each episode I look Johan straight in the eye and ask him: "So, are you gonna take a second wife now? Are you? Huh? Answer me!!! Cos if you do, you can be certain I'll be havin' a little something on the side myself. Yes sirree. And we ain't talking no sista. Nor sir. I'll be having me some mens"

Of course I'm only joking, ha ha.

2. I made pizza for dinner and it was good. It had salami on it which I also enjoyed despite the fact that I usually make a point out of never eating anything sausage-y.

3. Have I told you I take pilates classes? Cos I do! Right from the comfort of my own home. I started taking Bonnies pilates class on youtube, except I got so sick of everyone there, always wearing the same, on their mats in the exact same spot. So I started doing them on my own sans Bonnie, and instead I have Johan or the neighbors watch.

And then, when I'm done, I take a good deep breath and say what Bonnie always says: "We did it, we totally worked our buns!" It's good to cheer yourself.

4. Dapper fella. Straight out of Danielle Steel mini-series, right?

about a tree

Both Johan and I have grown so fond of our Christmas tree, neither of us really wanting to let it go. Yet, we know all good things must come to and end (who came up with that idiom by the way? what a pisser!), which beckons the question: How long can we keep it without coming across as weird?

I remember discussing this with my mother a couple of decades ago, where I told her that I seemed to remember that we had once kept our Christmas tree til Easter. As far as I recall, she dismissed my recollection with a brusque laugh, which, in hindsight makes sense, except at the time, I must have had such poor judgment of time, cos the things is, I really do have fond memories of keeping that tree all through the dark winter months. 

Anyways, who's up for hanging on to Christmas trees as houseplants?

Wednesday, December 29, 2010


It's no secret that I have a soft spot for all things framed. I remember, the first time I visited New York, I drove my travel companions somewhat crazy by constantly suggesting "Hey, if you framed this, I bet it would look real nice". And we ain't just talkin' 2D poster-like material. Any type of artifact, in my view, was perfectly frame-able. No wait, is perfectly frame-able. I still immensely enjoy to see a three-dimensional object framed.

So imagine my pleasure when Johan gave me a framed wooden jigsaw puzzle this Christmas - it's the one hanging below the one with the type-print, which I in turn gave him for Christmas. He found it in a frame-shop in Copenhagen where apparently the owners, an elderly married couple, bickered back and forth about the prize before finally settling on an amount they could both agree to.

It strikes me just now what a clever trick that is. I mean, haggling over the prize not with you customer but with your colleague. Cos what customer would have it in them to haggle some more after that?

New Additions

You may remember that I officially started collecting Swedish Dala horses when Johan gave me an old, white beautiful one to complement my mother's old blue one and the brand spanking new red one that my grandparents gave me? Well, if you do, you may understand my excitement when I received this little egg-shell colored beauty from Johan's mother for Christmas! Ain't it gorgeous? They're starting to look like a proper little family I think.

Monday, December 27, 2010

little pieces

I've been thinking lately of artists who choose to do little pieces rather than masterpieces. Not that I've formed any conclusions or anything about the matter, it just occurred to me that not everything aspires to be a masterpiece.

Anyways, pictures are from Colin Self's "One Thousand Sketches" at James Hyman Gallery.

rub-a-dub-dub, a naked man in the tub

I am very seriously in the market for some kind of fold-able or inflatable tub of sorts, and came across this awesome one by Danish designer Ole Jensen. So far it hasn't been put into production, and if it ever is, I'm guessing it will be wildly expensive, as most of the other adult size travel tubs out there seem to be.

Sooo, I'm thinking of settling on some kind of paddle pool or rubber tub from a home improvement store. Unless someone has a better idea? The shower unit at Johan's place is gigantic, so there's ample space, although for environmental reasons I'm in favor of something that wont take forever to fill up. So?

Sunday, December 26, 2010

bits of Christmas

1) Dinner with Johan x 2, my dad and my sis. We had roast pork with crackling and licorice ice cream for dessert. Yum.

2) The Christmas lights in the courtyard of Johan's place. Isn't it idyllic? I'm telling you, I ooo and ah over it daily:O)

3) My sis tucked below a blanket and two furry things. She claims this is how they sleep at night around her house. Ha!

4) My baked goods. I've been baking loads this Christmas. In fact, so much I started keeping an eye on which grocery stores that had Lurpak on special. I kid you not.

the grinch on the ice with the funny walk is Johan

Saturday, December 25, 2010

On the night before Christmas

Would you believe, that on Thursday night, as I was standing by the frozen canal by our house, merrily throwing pieces of white bread to the little freezing ducks, a man passed by and asked me: "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Why, I'm feeding the ducks", I said.
"But it's just...bread", I answered.

And with this little anecdote which is as true as true gets, I wish you all the merriest of holidays. Apart from the just recounted incident, mine has just been triple lovely so far:O)

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Christmas tunes from me to all of you.

My absolute fave: 2000 miles with the Pretenders.

The Waitresses' Christmas Wrapping from 1981. Somehow it makes me feel like an 80s American suburban teenager. Like, from a teen movie or something. Which, obviously, I never was, since I was actually born in 1981.....Which, yes, you're right, makes me 25 years of age today;O)

I recently discovered (you know, discovered like Christopher Columbus discovered the Americas) Billy Squier's "Christmas is the time to say I love you". I think it's quite catchy, and it makes me feel like putting on large, turquoise knitwear, pouring myself a strong drink and just singing along real loud.
Dean Martin & Frank Sinatra's Marshmallow World. Such dandies! Such dandies!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Parrot Sings Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

Johan of London just sent me this along with instructions to listen to the way the parrot growls "flooooaaaarrr!!!!" - and by jolly is it funny! I mean, who knew poultry could make heavy metal sound so cute?!

Monday, December 20, 2010

The Snack Bar

This painting at Tate Britain made me happy. And a bit homesick too. Somehow it reminded me a lot of New York. A deli. A Ukrainian Deli. A specific one. Veselka, in fact. Remember these?

Unfortunately, the pic is too out of focus for me to tell who painted it. But it's gorgeous ain't it?

Triple-dot punctuation.

Hey, I'm back. Stubborness got the better of me, and after googling "tate britain counter lady sandwich painting" I can inform you it's by Edward Burra, painted in 1930, and titled as captioned. Enjoy!

London spots from top to bottom. down below.

1) Jasper Morrison's top secret shop on 24b Kingsland Road. It was so secret, in fact, that the fella behind the counter asked me: "How did you find us?"

2) Type. A shop on Bethnal Green Road. Apart from the fact that they dealt with stuff that dealt with type, they also seemed to evade carrying an assortment of stuff that could be neatly categorized. In fact, a part of me wonders how this place makes money at all? 

3. A ferris wheel in Hyde Park. Did you know that in Danish a ferris wheel is called a Paris wheel? And since ferris rhymes with Paris, all I heard for a long, long time when someone uttered 'ferris wheel' was 'Paris wheel'. Funny how your mind plays tricks on you like that.

4. A piece of floor at the ICA. It was the most pretty thing there, I think.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

our tree

So how do you love our Christmas tree? You dig?! Cos I do! And I'll tell you what, it was standing here waiting for me when I got home on Friday night:O) Sweetest Johan had been out to buy it and had spent close to an eternity trying to choose the most symmetrical one, presuming that my family, like all other Scandinavians, dance around the tree and thus would see the it from all angles. Except, we don't. Dance, I mean. Never have as far as I recall. Instead, we like to sit down and eat.

But be that as it may, I think it's the most beautiful Christmas tree, and seeing this is our very first 'own' Christmas tree (well, not counting this one) we didn't really have any ornaments around the house.

So what did I do you wonder? Well I just did what people did in the olden days: Found images online and printed them out and made my very own Christmas tree decorations. As you can see the theme is Disney, as in "From all of us to all of you" , complete with Chip and Dale, shiny baubles and gingerbread men - and King Kong thrown in for good measure.

Can I just say...

...that I don't know what the heck is up with my blog? The colors and fonts on the sidebar are all wrong - turned all wrong out of the blue - and even though I've tried to change it back, it just stays all wrong. I seriously don't get it, and although I'm not the fussiest of bloggers, the design annoys me! So much that I've stayed out of here for several days in a row.

On a more positive note, I can inform you that I feel so fortunate to have made it back to Copenhagen in time for Christmas. Johan (of London) and I flew back on Friday night only a few hours delayed and on Saturday morning it seems all hell broke loose in the shape and form of snowflakes and now thousands!, hundreds of thousands!, millions! must spend Christmas alone in the airport terminals of Europe eating pre-made sandwiches and drinking tax free perfume.

I really, really hope they make it home.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

very good for your feet

I'm totally and sincerely in favor of more carpeted public space. It offers such a welcome change from concrete slabs and asphalt, I find, and for that very reason I've found myself strolling through Burlington Arcade on more than one occasion merely to treat my feet to something velvety.

free range meats


Seen at New North Press.

London. Multicolored.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

For Al and Steve

This one goes out to my adopted uncle Al and my landlord Steve! ...Hopefully via Matteo as I believe neither of those two gentlemen read my blog.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Dogs on film.

I can't take credit for finding any of these videos myself. I have 'em from Johan. Who has them from his women. Who sent them to him.

Johan and his women

Guess where I am? I'm in Londontown and since I arrived Saturday Johan has already held court with his ladies on a number of occasions. His trick? Cooking them nice dinners. Take note, gentlemen.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

the entrance

As you can tell, going out for dinner is kind of a big deal for me these days, and hence I feel the need to commemorate the event with yet another pic.

No all jokes aside, it's kind of nice isn't it?

Johan took me out for dinner at our local Chinese and we shared a sunday for dessert