Sweetpie

Time, as usual, is a luxury, so I will let some pictures do the talking today.

Some cherry trees bloom stranger than others. I kind of liked this down, down in Kungsträdgården. The pic was taken either on cherry blossom day (last Saturday) or the young turks (probably not Young Turks, though) day (last Sunday), I cannot remember.

Horst (also known as "the harmonica man") was doing some very, very rude gestures and screaming at the top of his lungs at Stureplan a few days ago. Usually he just plays the harmonica at the top of his lungs. The police, apparently miffed by this sudden change in behaviour, confiscated both Horst and his IKEA bag of belongings. He recently tried to sell me a kickbike for €2, and when I declined he biked away. One hand on the bike and one on the harmonica, playing at the top of his lungs.

I bought "sweetpie" at Café Madeleine. It was just as sweet as advertised.

Now, this is what I call street art!

Nothing is sacred, they changed the Guinness can!

I guess that my apprehension is probably a bit unjustified, as the can was likely changed no more than a few years ago because a new marketing executive wanted to leave an impression.

And now, after some Rotari and Timmermans Kriek, it is time for me to sleep, perchance to dream.

Hard Renaissance

Just to let you know I am still alive, albeit experiencing a bit of a monasterical existence in the office. I will be back in force in early June.

Today, I found a pair of cufflinks that cost €2,500 or so. They had diamonds, emeralds and rubies in chequered patterns, and they were so tacky I fell in love at first sight. Alas, I am far too practical to spend all my savings on such things. Rather, I will hopefully be going to China this summer to drink lots of rum.

I believe there are no interesting sidenotes to be added today. Things are certainly interesting at work, but I will not divulge any details, for obvious reasons. I did finish reading Greg Egan's book Axiomatic, a collection of short stories, of which some were absolutely fantastic and some were just trite. Since he will not publish anything new until May 2008, I thought I might as well buy some sf anthology in the meantime. It is called The Hard SF Renaissance and contains an Egan story and a lot of others. Seems promising.