Friday, June 19, 2009

Swedes are the perfect backdrop for solitary silliness. My iPod and I have gone skating everyday this week on the waterfront, zipping past old men and their dogs and determined runners. Whenever I hit a patch where I am out of eyesight my iPod and I begin a choreographed dance- backwards, sideways, turn, jump- and invariably it is when my bladed feet touch concrete that I notice someone is watching me, turn bright red, and skate away as quickly as possible.

Come skating with me. We can dance together.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The Best Feeling in the World: Stepping off the Subway escalator just as your train pulls up.

The Worst Feeling in the World: Running up to your train just as the doors snap shut and it starts to pull away.

Funny how the best feeling and the worst feeling are separated by a measly 30 seconds.