I sent Alexander off to buy bread. I gave him money, told him to be careful and look for cars before crossing the road and to make sure to bring the money back home again – you know, the regular mom tirade. Ten minutes later he came back, handed me the change and the bread. [...]
Posts from ‘June, 2008’
Jun 11
the sound of summer
On a day like today, when the last weeks’ heat and sun has given way for 8 degrees and rain, what activity could be better than compiling a soundtrack for the summer? I’ll start working again tomorrow, we’re moving in 2½ weeks, we’re going abroad in a month, but today I just want to lay low. [...]
Jun 09
disgraziati
The wrong team did the crushing. Andrea Barzagli, albeit cute, didn’t even come close to filling Cannavaro’s shoes. Camoranesi tripped and fell and made mistake after mistake. I…. I don’t know what to say. France-Romania was boring, but Italy-Netherlands was embarassing. They’ve got to do better next time.
Jun 09
the name of the game
Ten years ago I decided that my English was to be more American than British. Consequently I write color, not colour, jewelry not jewellery, apartment not flat - but my Americanization has come to a halt now. We have a serious glitch in our relationship, the American and I. You see, I can’t stand the word soccer. In Sweden we call it fotboll. I am also [...]
