"Beware of the Monkey"

 I had the pleasure of going to Miami, California, for a week with part of my family. It was my first time across the pond and I dare say I acted the part; jaws dropped like any true tourist.

The size.

Of everything!

Cars, buildings, people, beaches, waves, rainstorms. Everything was 120% of what you would ever come across here in Sweden. At least.

Some of my adventures over there were pretty massive as well, but since those would detail others than me I can’t and won’t  tell the tale.

Soaring

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Leaving for Miami in a couple of hours. Gonna stay there for a week, mixing business with pleasure.

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Hopefully it will give me some input and inspiration.

I have become way too comfortable here, in the safety of my home

(and the ‘net).

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Crosses along the boulevard

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So I have moved up to Umeå now.

Well actually I moved about a month ago, but the first two weeks were all about unpacking and shopping for furniture, then the following two weeks consisted mainly of trying to keep myself focused on anything but the fact that I am stuck in the far, far (cold) north with all my friends left behind me and no occupation.

A lot of time to think about everything that bothers you, unless you can find something to dull the senses with. Or sharpen them. Channel and control them.

In my case the drug spells videogames, and the dose has been all but lethal.

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Self indulgence aside, I have been trying to keep my productivity up as well. While art has felt unappealing (expressing something I was not even ready to confront?) I have been putting a lot of effort into body building and made some nice progress on weight and strength. I also got two weeks of work as a croquis model straight off the bat, so the money is rolling in and the word spreading that there’s a new boy in town.

The apartment looks pretty much like a home as well, in contrast to the unpacked Hell of boxes it would have been if Kattis and I both had been occupied elsewhere since day one. Like a desperate housewife I keep the place tidy and neat.

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FRIZON

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My last day at work.

I never thought I would miss them this much – both my colleagues and my protégés. Still, it is good to feel how they mattered enough to effect me in such a strong way (that certainly cannot be said about most people I cross paths with).

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Heartful times.

The sort of sadness one should cherish.

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No One

Spent the weekend participating in the making of the video for No One, by Mohlavyr.

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