Monthly Archive: January 2005

The sun is shining as hard as it can between the jet trails. It bums me out that I have to draw the curtains at work when I have such a short time to enjoy the sunshine to begin with. I want to fling the curtains wide, open the window and lean out, breathing deeply of the crisp, cold air. I want to watch my breath curl and smoke and pretend I’m a dragon. The other day as I was driving to work up the hill to Lund I saw a huge flock of birds, black against the lavender-blue* sky...

8 years. I wonder if somewhere deep down inside myself I knew when I stepped on that plane that I might never be coming “home” again, at least not to live. I don’t remember thinking about it, really, other than being excited about going back at last. It had been a dream of mine for 14 years to return to Europe, and finally it was coming true. It’s not that I have anything against moving back to the States, it’s just that I feel I belong here. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED Chicago and love it still and miss...

For us, the holidays are officially over. The tree is coming down, joining the rest of the Christmas decorations up in the freezing cold attic to wait through another year. Tomorrow we are back to our regularly scheduled lives, work and school and daycare sequeing into extracurricular activities and our usually full social calendar without any real jarring or sense of dislocation. I, for one, will be glad to get the kids back on schedule, to have them go to bed on time and sleep through the night. I’m looking forward to a long stretch of flexing my creative muscles...

Oh the wind is lashing lusterly And the trees are thrashing thrusterly And the leaves are rustling gusterly I’m having flashbacks to December 1999 when hurricane-force winds ripped through Sweden, tore the roof off our porch, downed trees for miles around and left people without electricity for days. 3 people have already died tonight and 280,000 homes are without electricity. We have so far only lost it for about 5 minutes earlier this evening, but the wolfwinds are still howling around the house. **** I come from a game-playing family. While we were growing up and moving around, we played...

On the packaging of the frozen salmon and shrimp quiche I had for lunch today I received the following advice: “The best way to get rid of temptation is to fall for it.” I may have to adopt that philosophy for awhile, even though experience has taught me that falling for a temptation doesn’t necessarily mean you won’t be tempted by the same thing again 2 minutes later…at least that’s not how it works with M&Ms. Temptation is such a strange thing. Temptation plus willpower equals decision. Why does it seem that we are always tempted by things that are...

You know, this time difference thingy stinks. Here I am nearly at the end of a long, hard work day polished up at the end with a delightful sushi dinner with the ever companionable galestorm and over on the other side of the pond the party is just beginning. And when I get up in the morning all you pretty people will have written things for me to read, but I’ll have missed the boat on comments, see. I’ll be LATE TO THE PARTY. But that’s okay for tomorrow, here in Sweden at least, is a holiday and I? Am...

I like laying things out and seeing how they fit together. That’s why I’m good at my job. There’s a special, well, not excitement exactly, but SOMETHING in fitting all the required elements together to make a piece work and be visually interesting at the same time. It’s one of the most satisfying feelings I know, that moment when I can sit back and review a layout I’ve done, nudge something here, re-size slightly there, and think, “There. Now it looks good. Now it’s done.” So far today, I’ve been able to find that feeling after 1 banner ad, 2...