Yes, I’m using that as my blog title just in case it lures extra hits. Haha. But friends and family, I do want you back as readers. I want to make sure you’re still there. I also want to remind you to always buckle up. Please? Thanks. The public service announcement portion of the blog is now over.
For having such a lazy summer planned, I suppose I’ve managed to keep myself busy enough. Within an hour’s bike ride, I have three access points to beaches (Lomma, Bjarred, Malmo). Let me explain “beaches.” The water I’m swimming in here is cold and rather murky. Completely immersing yourself in the water is like procrastinating an essay. Not so bad once you get into it, but cleaning your bathroom with a toothbrush seems like a better plan. My friend Rachel likens it to swimming in a lake. But remember: I don’t usually swim in lakes at home though due to chihuahuas. (When we’d swim in summer waters in Michigan, we’d make mom swear there was nothing lurking unseen.) Waves? Nope. Warmth? Nope. Algae? Yep. Seaweed? Yep. Banana hammocks? Yep. Topless bathers? Yep. Saunas? Yep. Crappy early ’90s beach tunes? Yep. Fake tans? Yep. Critters? Sort of. You see there are jellyfish in many of these parts, but they don’t sting. It’s like nature put them here and said “Sweden and Denmark don’t have guns or predators. So I’m going to turn off your superpowers, OK?” Apparently it’s customary practice when you’re a youngin to engage in jellyfish fights, launching silicon breast implant like flying saucers at your sibling’s face. Yep, that’s basically what they feel like. Or like Jell-o in a Ziploc bag. And yes, I’ll back up for a second. Because you didn’t read that wrong. There is topless bathing for the ladiez. A few weeks ago there was a big fight whether or not to allow bare breasts on the beaches and in public swimming pools. Boob freedom now rings out and you can let it all hang out (most of it, at least).
I also went on a day trip to Copenhagen to let my nerd flag fly full staff. I think most of you know I’m obsessed with stuff. Not owning stuff really, but appreciating it, staring at it, willing stuff to tell me stories. That’s part of why I’m here. I’m convinced I can get people to care more about their things if they know the stories behind them. Anyway. It gave me some validation when I found out a documentary was being made about stuff. It’s called Objectifed. It’s directed by Gary Hustwit, of Helvetica cult fame. Anyway. I started following this dude on Twitter just so I’d know immediately when the film would be screened nearby. I’m sad. I know. This is why you love me, right?
Here’s a trailer:
In summation, go see it should it come near your theater-going eyeballs. It was everything I wanted, if not a bit short. Cinematically titillating it was not. Informative it was. Porn for the design happy? Kind of. My desktop kangaroo even made an appearance! Hustwit was there for a Q&A session too. And duh. I asked a question, which lead to him saying he can’t live without a piece of aluminum (i.e. his Macbook Pro).
Also, there was Midsummer in these days of yore. This is when people drink and dance around a phallus-y, fertility inducing pole because it’s the longest day of the year. I did both of those tasks. We sang songs about small green frogs and searching for lovers. (On Midsummer, you’re supposed to pick a particular mix of seven flowers and put them under your pillow to dream about your future husband. No word on how this works for lesbians or straight men.) We also divided into teams and played games like potato sack races. During the egg-on-spoon-in-mouth race, we were even provided with napkins to sanitize the spoon handle between players. Haha.
And in a “sometimes I have to be a grown-up” moment, I decided to nix my July plans for Germany and Switzerland. My Ides of March mixed bag tides of luck went into full force lately, resulting in a string of unfortunate events. Cell phone = lost. Gully the wonderbike = stolen. So those factors mixed in with needing to get more things done for myself have taken those trips off the calendar. And yeah, yeah. When one door closes, another one opens. I get it. But here’s looking forward to Barcelona sometime in late August. And until then, I obviously have lots to keep me busy. Malmo and Lund are chock-full of outdoor film screenings, free concerts and ice cream. It’s amazing what summer can do when it’s actually tolerable, much less enjoyable outside. I wish you were all here to enjoy it with me. Until then, please live vicariously by rummaging through the photo album below.
Dat's just my desktop kangaroo. Click it for photos!