Why bring a camera???

Went down town to do some Sunday shopping (came home with 2/5 items) and thought 'no, why would I bring my camera, it is just so gray and uninteresting outside anyway, and on top of that it is rather heavy to lug around'. The answer came when we were about to pass the train station. A small falcon had captured a dove and sat with it in its claws on the road looking confused. They were about the same size and to me it looked like the falcon had never actually caught one before and now it didn't know what to do. We looked at them for several minutes, them struggling on the road, cars stopping to see the action, me pondering whether or not to go home to get the camera. Finally a pair of bicyclists scared the falcon away, the dove quickly jumped up and hid under a nearby car and the action was over. It would have been an amazing set of photos. Among the coolest I ever would have taken. Instead the episode is just a memory quickly fading away.

Smart pocket

My pocket is to smart for my phone. It knows how to outsmart the incredibly tricky lock for the keys (what I need is some kind of intelligence test coupled to the lock, a test that you need to be smarter than my pocket is to pass) and then to send messages to various people in my address-book. I thought I was clever when I put a fake number at the top of the list but that only helped me so far. The extent of the problem is so huge that I do not dare to look in my outbox, probably half of my messages are 'accidental' ones. Am I the only one with a smart pocket? Is there a market for smart pockets? Or is there a market for the smarter type of key-lock that I was talking about, and in that case is there anyone out there who could create one and sell it to the phone manufacturers and let me have a small piece of the cut?

I used to be a snob

For all my life up until just now I used to be a snob. Bags was out of the question. They were used on camping trips at most. In the morning earl gray was the standard brew, and Tower it had to be. At night I was more flexible and I would choose from my 'free weight' bought assortment. Crazy scented bags from lipton was (and still is) totally out of the question.

Then I got a job that starts at 7 and my snobbish ways went out the window. I get up as late as possible, boil some water and trow in a bag. If I slept three minutes to long it also happens that I pour some cold water in so that I can gulp it down, a procedure one of my old professors used and that I was totally taken aback of. (ok, am not really sure of the way I used the last expression) It was simply something that I would never Ever do.

I used to be a snob. And I liked it.

Disaster

A small disaster took place yesterday. My vanilla sugar crashed to the floor and was destroyed. How will I now flavour the whipped cream to the last batch of semlor for the year? At least I got to try out my new tripod as I crawled around on the floor documenting the event.

We did it

We did it manually for a long time. None of us liked it so it tended to pile up on us. Which did not make it any more fun. Then one day K said, lets do it, lets buy a machine. And after a little research on the net, a couple of visits to some shops, weighing different brands against each other and then a pricerunner comparison to find the cheapest place, we bought one. It took some time for it to arrive. But yesterday it came. Today I biked around town to buy a longer hose and then I installed it, and washed the first of many loads of dishes. My oh my did it feel goood!