Winter subway

It's cosy.

Dear movie lovers /dear Banksy, part 3.

another one you might want to shy away from if you're anything like me is the kiera knightley/sienna miller fest To the edge of love. I thought it would be worth it just to see the clothes, but the amount of construed girlish giggles paired with exagerrated witty jargon made me feel sick. 

banksy, did you like it?

dear movie lovers /dear Banksy, part 2.

Sometimes you have to wait for Bond to show up.  While we did, we watched MArgot at the wedding which I hated. I hated it so much that I quit watching it 5 minutes before the end and screamed "that's it, I'm never watching another movie again in which everyone is an unhappy mean creep". 

We had to watch Bond back to back to wash Margot out. 

In retrospect, Margot was like an SNL-sketch about American indies:

"Mom, I masturbated last night". 

NEVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

the relief is endless

I wanted to watch Cranford like I said, and lost, but at least Judi Dench was in Quantum of Solace, bonnet-less, but still great. 

Bond-Margot 1-0.

I'm sure very few of you agree. 

Dear movie lovers /dear Banksy

We're having another vampire movie vs 19th century movie argument. Does this happen at your house?

This is what I'd like to have a guide for:

Vampire movies for people who love Jane Austen.

or

a recommendation of 19th century dramas for the very sceptical (male) viewer. perhaps written by someone like Banksy. someone anders would trust. I'm telling you Banksy, such a book would be such a hit. 

could anybody help us please?

seems like we're ending up with James Bond. A movie neither one of us have looked forward to watching. 

Dear Lisa

I loved this. Everyone go read. 

Join the runners

You've eaten too much and moved too little. 

Get running with us over at runwithe.blogspot.com

New challenge starts on Monday. 

love

-e

Dear Christians

Dear Christians, though I'm not one of you, I have a creche. I like my creche. I bring it out every year.

This year, I also have a 1-year old who loves playing with the cast of Jesus birth. Her favorite is St John the baptist. She brings him around where ever she goes. Today, I found him dropped in the toilet. I'm sure that's not the kind of baptism he's used to.

John in the john.

hiding from Niki?

We had to boil St John to make sure he was clean and proper. Dear Christians, what is the biggest offence here, dropping him in the WC or boiling him?

curious greetings

-the heathen end consumer

Dear Santa

Is this how you feel about Christmas? I think most of us share your sentiment. 

conversation starter, the 3-year old way

The other day I listened to Joel try to break in to a conversation between two 7-year olds:

"Do you ever think about that snails...they have no arms?"

I'm going to try that at the next party I go to.

Dear naked chef

Dear naked chef, move over for halfclad baker. 

More stuff for rhymes

tack Ulrika!

Life with man

He has the strangest things.

Great for words!

What you see above is some of the things I've gotten in exchange for Christmas rhymes so far. 

Wine, parmesan cheese, gifts for my children and something called hyllpapper that I can not translate. How great is this? I love it!

money - who needs it?

Attention Christmas shoppers

Dear fellow Christmas shoppers, I heard you yesterday.

"so what are you getting him?"

"so far, only the two things he specifically said he wished for. so I must keep looking".

don't overdo it. getting people what they want is enough.

Dear family

It will be a different kind of Christmas this year. I don't have much money, so the gifts are of a different kind. 

The kids are getting various things I've traded for Christmas poems (see below). 

Other members of the family are getting red wine aquired in the same way. In the end, I made so much red wine I also traded a poem about a case of beer for a piece of Parmesan cheese. 

My gift for Anders was proof of my cheap nature. He's no longer much of a coffee drinker, but now prefers tea instead. A few years back, I bought a tea pot on eBay. No one else has ahd permission to use it, I would be so sad if it broke. But this year, it's Anders Christmas gift, given prematurely. He was so happy about it. So happy and humble. "Emi, I don't even have to own it, you know! Just give me the right to use it!"

He didn't return the favor by giving me something he bought years ago on eBay. Instead, he paid for the supreme winter hat I really wanted this year. 

Now all I want for Christmas is running gloves and a sleep-in. 

what are you wishing for?

-the end consumer

Dear children

You took me by surprise. I did not expect this kind of scene for another 10 years or so.

Dear grand hotel

It was a great afternoon.

dear niki

Dear baby Niki, it's been exactly one year today since we first met. What a year it's been. I didn't know you at all. You didn't know me at all. It's such a love story, in a Vermeer palette. Thank you for making our lives a million times better. 

Dear winter

Thanks for bringing such coldness that we're enforced to wear flattering winter hats. 

Dear makers of puzzles

I know you probably think the picture side should be up, but you can't stop my child from upping the level of challenge. 

Dear kindergarten

Thanks for putting on a great lucia-show. 

My child kept looking out the window but I could hear him singing. 

Dear skansen.

Dear skansen, I love that you serve coked potatoes. We need all the energy we can get.

Dear coldness & darkness

We're fighting you together.

Dear people who read wish lists

Dear people who read wish lists, I've edited mine for Christmas. This morning, looking down on my feet, I realized all I want for Christmas is a huge leap of evolution. 

Sometimes you hear people say our descendants won't have pinkie toes. I say let's get rid of them now. Or at least mine. Some women remove their ribs because of vanity, my smallest toe might have to go. I will miss it and will be an 8-toed freak but so be it.

I know other people are wishing for peace on earth, an end to poverty, food for everyone,  no more female genital mutilation. I'm reaching for reasonable, humble things. I'm wishing for feet with less toes. 

now must go rhyme for wine. 

Dear Carrie Fisher

So happy to have you in my computer.

WTF

NO ONE NEEDS A CHRISTMAS RHYME?

So little time - So many lies

I promised you so much and offered so little.
I'm just dealing with life. I'm writing Christmas poems in exchange for Christmas gifts.

Tell me what you need a poem for and what you'd offer in exchange. We might have a deal here.
Loyal readers might remember this as some kind of tradition, I used to do this over at LTMJ for free. NOT ANY MORE,  the rough times are here!

To sample what you might get: here's a poem reader Vinny received to go with a knee-length copper coloured jacket she'd bought for her sister Elizabeth.

Elizabeth darling, here’s a material kiss
A token of love from your bohemian sis
It may keep you warm, but who really cares
Important thing is, it will guarantee stares

I mean looks of that great kind that you already know
The kind you’ve grown used to – in sun and in snow
It’s made of a fabric in the (other) colour of money
I think you will like it, it’ll look great on you, honey

But since you’re a woman you might still be concerned
And since I’m one too, I have my lesson learned
This time, don’t you worry – it DOES make you look skinny
Big hugs, lots of kisses from your sister Vinny

Dear christmas

Bring yourself on.

Dear Shinzi Katoh

Dear Shinzi Katoh, I love all your stuff.

Dear baby Niki

Dear daughter, as you're turning 1, let me tell you a little about yourself. We named you Niki Sonja Simone. Niki after Niki de Saint Phalle, Sonja after Sonya Tolstoy (I don't know if your dad even knows this) and Simone after the numerous impressive Simones of the world. 

I want you to be carried by the strength of the women you were named after. You could be an artist like Niki, making fun of the macho art world by shooting your own paintings, prepared with paintfilled cavities. 

When you're older and we're having a picnic together with your kid and my mom, we'll go for this kind of bohemian garden conversation . What's most suprising with such an outing is that my mother would go for that kind of classic coiffure and pearl earrings. 

love
-your mother

Dear Edholm & Ullenius

Dear Edholm & Ullenius, I love your colorful posters.