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More pictures should be up sometime this weekend...

Little Mr Sunshine

Jazz is the best
the very best thing to listen to when you want to get inexplicably and childishly happy. Listening now to Billie Holiday and it's all I can do not to smile uncontrollably.


Yesterday, or rather last night, I went to see a friend perform at a club. I was surprised, as one often is, to hear his voice singing. Someone who appears to be just like any other engineer, like any other mortal walking around, can suddenly be up on a stool with a guitar and sound like a Singer. And move you.
He was followed by a great hillbilly act which I could only follow for a few songs as I had to catch the train back to Uppsala.
Pictures from this night will be up sometime soon.

On the train there and back I started reading a new book (I am currently reading around 3-4 books, which is a problem since I keep a pace of about 20 pages a week...) and was struck by an urge to write. So I take this as a sure sign that the book is good. Well-written and promising so far.

Nuff said. this weekend I'm looking forward (no joke) to a Eurovision Song Contest Party. Somehow, a lightness has transpired through these past weeks. Is it the sun? The (relative) warmth of May? Am I - dare I say it - Happy?

Will you be my dance partner?

This weekend I went to a ball, yeah a proper one with ballroom dancing and all that jazz. Of course, I'm a lot to shy and don't feel comfortable at all on such a dance floor, so I spent my time chatting and drinking. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. First of all, the Ball was the Norrland Nation Autumn Feast, held traditionally every year, and I was invited in my capacity of Nation Photographer. Basically, there was a long dinner (4-5 hrs) including various speeches, entertainments and singing. No doucht about it, the food was great, the wine was good, and the entertainment was for the most part excellent. Since I consider myself somewhat of a shy person, these kinds of events always fill me with a little dread. Walking around a room, with a bunch of semi-strangers, people that I may recognise, and that recognise me, but whom I feel no kinship with, no confidence in, no love for. Thankfully, I could spend some of my time running around with my camera and feeling that I had a great excuse not to talk to strangers. And then of course, I eventually loosen up and stumble into conversation with people. Met some nice Fins, and we spoke about the importance of Quality, and Experience, things that I feel might be underrated more and more these days. Then I chatted with a true Norrlänning (in spite of the nation title, not all members are from the Motherland up north) instead of dancing (see above, dancing scares me), which was nice. Harcore students stay on to the second dinner, which starts at 2:00 am, with a somewhat less pretentious menu; Pytt i Panna, which is a swedish dish consisting of diced onions, potatoes, sausage, and some other veg like perhaps carrots; anyway all diced and fried together. Sometimes served with a fried egg on top. However, I am not hardcore anymore, so I walked home, escorting a lady on my way (trying to be the gentleman I want to be).
Hmm. I guess I'll post a link when the pictures have been uploaded.
Cha!