Red light district

The whores of Amsterdam are scintillating. Many are phenomenally attractive--perfect bodies, their blemishes hidden by the murky red light.

One lay on her side, moving her ass rhythmically for the passing men. It was so beautiful, like a beating heart laid bare.

They smile and beckon to you. To me their gazes were instantly recognizable: women have looked at me like that in the past. But each time it became a treasured memory, and now her eyes slip easily to the next window shopper.

Interrupting Chicken

I don't think that Swedes like it when you interrupt them. They'll sort of look at you and keep talking.

It's too bad, since I think it's a pretty good way of talking. When you think of something good to say, you just start to say it, as long as the other person isn't saying something very good themselves.

PS I got some hiking boots for Iceland, and have places to stay for 4/7 nights. If some awesome couchsurfers get back to me soon, maybe I won't have to sleep in bus terminals for those three nights!

I used to think sumo was boring

Helvetica and busted camera

I watched Helvetica a few days ago, an excellent documentary about the ubiquitous typeface:


I love fonts. It's pretty retarded. I think my favorite is verlag.

Also, my camera broke, so I sent it to Malmö for repairs. There's no way it'll be back in time for Iceland, so hopefully I can borrow a camera to document the trip.

Iceland -- It's time.

I just bought tickets leaving on the 6th and getting back a week later. I have no idea where I'm going to stay, and otherwise know only that I will soak in the blue lagoon, and hike through some crazy moonscapes.

Searching my computer for 'iceland' yields the following pictures:

Bike ride in the Swedish twilight

I just came back from a bike ride east of Delphi. I left with Marta just before the sun started setting, but in Skåne and around this time of year that means you've still got three hours of light left.

Me and Marta lost each other after ten minutes biking through the forested paths, but I kept on.

The paths behind Delphi are very special. They weave between small housing complexes, and when I'm there I can't help but imagine raising a family there. Everything is so peaceful. The houses aren't too big, there's plenty of trees and grass.

Birdsong was everywhere, and the warm air felt as if it was caressing me as I rushed through it.

Expressionless

When I was young, people would periodically say things like, "Smile more!" or, "You look angry, you aren't smiling." Of course, they weren't seeing anger or sadness, just the expressionless face of youth. (Although, perhaps I maintained it for a few more years than most.)

I followed their advice, and now I'm always using my face to communicate with and reassure the people around me.

I think I liked it better the way it was before.