Teatime in Stockholm

These days I'm working hard. I wasted too much time in the past sad weeks, so now I have to finish a lot of things, but I don't care about them, I know I can do it, and I don't mind to spend some extra hour in the empty office, when everybody is already at home.
I keep on listening to the only song this guy from Gothenburg posted on his website. It's so my summer.

I hope your holiday in the south Europe is gorgeous. When you have time, tell me which places you saw. I think you came down here just in time for the hottest week in the whole year, but I'm sure you're having a great time the same. Ciao!

So I you're in Spain now. Hope you're having fun!
If you find near Bilbao next week you can go here: Santander Summer Festival, it seems beautiful.
Down here the summer arrived suddenly last weekend. Bologna became quickly hot, smelly and humid and I discovered everybody was walking around half naked.
I wasted my time trying to kill viruses in my computer, I went to see old crappy houses in the old center and I went to concerts all by myself.
A girl asked me to go out with her, and it's been a strange night. I think I'm not used to this kind of things anymore. Nothing went too much wrong but I felt a little strange to talk about myself from the beginning once again, and to listen to someone completely stranger talk to me just for, well, staying together.
I guess this is a sort of real life: you meet strangers, you are a stranger to them, you talk to them, they talk to you. Maybe you will become friends, maybe you will meet another stranger soon. Is this what the people on Earth do all the time?
I've got to find a house before Emmaboda, or else I'm gonna stay there in a tent for the rest of my days.
By the way, I still didn't ask you what does it mean the tile of this year "Ge mig nåt".
Enjoy Barcelona!

You come to south and I would die to get north this week.
I just discovered Joel Gibb from The Hidden Cameras is coming to Sweden.
From the Jens Lekman website:
June 18 Götheborg, Sweden Koloni and Vänder Sig Om presents: Joel Gibb and Jens Lekman performing as a duo, Kulturhuset Underjorden.

«In my experience, when a person doesn't know what to do with himself, he will check his e-mail.»

from the novel Indecision, by Benjamin Kunkel.

How to be a swedoholic

Since last year the national day is a national holiday, so on Tuesday I'm free from work and are going to watch my friend play at some strange (kind of hippie like?) festival and have a picnic.
As a swedoholic, I suggest that you do the same; take a day of from work (with the great excuse "but it's Sweden’s national day?") go and look at some animals, old houses and royalties (everybody’s obsessed with skansen this day, I'm not sure why) , and ofcourse - sing the national song! :


Du gamla, Du fria, Du fjällhöga nord
Du tysta, Du glädjerika sköna!
Jag hälsar Dig, vänaste land uppå jord
Din sol, Din himmel, Dina ängder gröna
Din sol, Din himmel, Dina ängder gröna.

Du tronar på minnen från fornstora dar
då ärat Ditt namn flög över jorden
Jag vet att Du är och Du blir vad du var
Ja, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden
Ja, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden.