The workplace is a dusty, messy and noisy place. From time to time still I find new angles that reflects its versatility. My colleague complained that my recent images are too static. He wants more before and after images. Until then, behold the small pieces and parts that makes the whole in the end.

Beware - Men (and on-site photographer) at work!

There is now floor.

And very, very manly (and very, very noisy) tools.

and some floor.

and of course, the occasional and mandatory injuries.

Meet some of the watch crew at our new place. Posers, aren’t they!

But nothing beats the original house cat, my Chibi.

Walls are down. Floors are beginning to take form. The bedroom is painted. Breaks has been taken and junk has been thrown.

And so Easter 2010 went by.

Bedroom floor, walls still needing attention.

Bedroom view.

Planning the study room.

Study room walls. See the marks from the old wall just behind the new beams.

Coffee. Just as necessary as measuring and hammering.

Remember the buying a home part? We have the keys.

Time to start! Renovation - Day 1.

Imagine the study room here. Easy, no?

Bedroom looks more like a prison cell at the moment.

I went to have lunch a little more than a week ago

and while I was waiting for this

I found a book on the table

and started reading:

A much more relevant bumper sticker than “if you can read this you’re too close”.

Hope I’ll be patient tomorrow driving up north for skiing.

My colleagues were almost overwhelmed by signs today.

The ice-cream truck.

Motorcycles.

Itchy noses.

A red ferrari.

Running into people you know just by leaving the building for a walk.

You know what I’m talking about.

Spring.

Did you see any other signs lately? We mustn’t let it get away now.

This flyer was banned from WordWeb after answering “4 times” to the question “How often have you flown the past year?” asked by the software itself. So I thought, who’d be a better Frequent Flyer candidate than this guy?

Monologuer gives you Mr. Stjernberger. And not St. Jernberger.

Name: Johan Stjernberger
Based out of: San Francisco
Travel mostly in Europe/Asia/North America
Occupation: Project Manager, Sony Ericsson

1) Favorite destination all times?
Kahana “kite” Beach, Maui.

2) Favorite airline/airport?
SAS, exceptional high standards even in economy extra. Not to mention the business class food served by a chef in a chef’s hat. Favorite airport Koh Samui, outdoor and fabulously laid back. And yes, they even have a business lounge with palm tree shadow.

3) Favorite seat configuration?
Mid cabin aisle seat. Freedom to move up and down and you can check out the stewardesses legs :P

4) Preferred aircraft model?
B747, the only aircraft that takes off and lands with grace.

5) Worst nightmare flight?
A very tropical turbulence approach to San Jose, Costa Rica. Vertical drop long enough to get people starting praying out loud.

6) 3 things you always bring in your carry-on?
My Sony full spec noise canceling headphones, toothbrush and an empty water bottle.

7) Are you the chatter or chatee with your neighbor?
I’m a switch!

8) Easy sleeper on flights, yes/no?
Yes, but only during taxi.

9) The flight is delayed. What do you do to easy the wait?
I take the opportunity to watch people and their reactions.

10) What do you always order when the pre-meal beverage cart comes?
Soda water on the rocks and one extra bag of snacks.

I bought “a home”. That’s what it’s called these days in case you didn’t know. Real estate agents don’t sell houses or apartments anymore. The sell “homes”.

I think this means I’m growing up. I also know it means that for the first time in my life I’ll have a place to truly call my own. I don’t have to settle with someone else’s bad taste and not be able to choose where to live.

Obviously eliminating someone else’s bad taste or poorly carried out reconditioning needs a bit of work. For the first time I can imagine what house owners must be going through and this is just a smaller apartment.

But yet. I’m looking forward to tearing out the kitchen, floors and making this place work.

And the best part is that I’m privileged to share all of it with a truly awesome and cool person. The boyfriend of course.

I can so live with growing up.

Hmm. It looks as if this bag reflects not only my origin but also its own.

Almost everyone, including me, have our own meat sauce, lasagne, and carbonara recipe and our own idea of what Chinese cuisine tastes like. Since ethnic food has become such a natural part of our lives we accquire new customs and/or we modify and adapt to fit our own habits, tastebuds and availability.

Here are some statements based on things I ‘ve picked up over the years and it was a lot of fun trying to figure out what’s what.

- Pouring soy sauce on clean white rice is considered a big no no (yes and plainly unsophisticated).
- Italians never use grated cheese on top of fish or seafood dishes. (see 3*)
- Generally in Chinese and Japanese cuisine a basic meal consists of a minimum of 5-6 smaller dishes (in general yes but refers to traditional set meals, both at restaurants and at home).
- Bolognese is rarely called that in Italy (rather ragu or ragu Bolognese and is not tomato sauce based) *
- There’s no such thing as dish called Indian curry (curry is a mix of spices and there are hundreds of variations) *1
- Ceasar salad has nothing to do with Julius Ceasar and is an American/Mexican invention. 2*
- Sushi is a healthy lunch option. (not really, but sashimi however…)
- Eating spaghetti with a spoon is an American manner. 3*
- French don’t eat crackers with their cheese (unsure but traditionally it’s bread or nothing, source missing)

I have my own doubts: Should or should you not rub your wooden disposable chopsticks against each other to smoothen them before using? And in Thailand, do they mostly eat with fork and spoon?

This post made me hungry. And it also made me realize that I’m much more protective with the food from my own origin than others. I guess Swedes would find it weird to have strawberry jam with their meatballs instead of lingonberries. We protect our own food but don’t mind mending with others. Good, if not we’d never have all the delicious varieties of food around!

And do let me know if I’m wrong - I’ll always admit to my mistakes and misunderstandings! :)

Bonus:  How to make real carbonara. Prego! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iERZIRQEIJk

* http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/mario-batali/ragu-bolognese-recipe2/index.html
1* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curry
2* http://whatscookingamerica.net/History/SaladHistory.htm
3* http://www.nytimes.com/1982/05/19/garden/the-spoon-question-or-how-to-eat-pasta-like-an-expert.html?sec=health

I have a particular tactic when it comes to watching movies. I try to know as little as possible beforehand. I read no reviews, preferably watch no trailers and avoid everything I can to get a predetermined image.

So John Rabe was simply a title of just another film I thought I should see as it was filed partly under “China” and I needed a Chinese film for my final list.

The problem with this film is that I can’t review it. All I felt initially was that this must be pretty good because Ulrik Tukur is starring. Afterwards it felt as if I had somehow lost my breath during the film. The otherwise talkative boyfriend didn’t say anything either so I knew it wasn’t just me.

All I can say is this. Know nothing and see the movie.

The next film is brilliant and Norweigan. Not only is Max Manus a cinematic slap in Swedish film industry’s face (credit to the boyfriend for that phrase) showing that little brother actually can produce films with a budget and do it extremely well .It’s also a piece of war history from an angle seldom told. The right actors, plot and cinematic moves with great photo and high class edge really makes it worth seeing.

Some nice bonuses: If you liked The life of others and/or Inglorious Basterds you’ll see some familiar faces here and there ;)

Afterwards I was confused. I never read the introduction in the program. Which probably would have added more confusion as they we’re both filed under “Masters” and “Festival Favorites”.

First, Like You Know It All, a Korean movie. I’ve seen only good Korean films during the past festivals. Tough, hard, but always good. Ironically this was about a film director who was chosen to judge at a film festival. For the first 30 minutes I thought that I probably have very limited understanding of Korean culture because people acted rude, unnatural and irrational. I started to get annoyed with all the characters. And the script (or translation) was awful making the lead role say nothing but “Really? Thanks.” For about one hour.

And that’s when I looked at my buddy Mathias for support. He whispered: “I’ve never left a movie before. But I think I have to.” Mathias is a very polite and smart guy. If he didn’t understand it either AND wanted to get out of there I truly trusted his instincts.

We laughed all the way out of the little movie theatre and wondered “What the heck was that?!“. Later I found out that we could have suffered for one more hour had we stayed.

And now to the most confusing movie all times.

About Elly. Four shows - completely sold out. Iran’s contribution to the Oscars. Won prices at Berlin Film Festival. It looked pretty good.

Reality? Two hours of excruciating boredom completely liberated from intensity, drama, depth, and intrigue, which, reading afterwards, the introduction had promised. And no music, just two hours of women half crying, half complaining, men yelling and the waves of the sea to accompany that.

Irans Oscar contribution. What did I not get?

A fish story is:

n. Informal. An implausible, boastful story.

And yes. The world is supposed to go under in 2012 and supposedly the punk song Fish Story will safe the world. But we’re in Tokyo, Japan, and everything is possible. The film takes us back and forth through time between 1975 to 2012 where we meet different people. Slowly a pattern arises and we start to see the connections. But only until the very end do we get the real “aha” experience.

The company consisting of my mother, the boyfriend, the K and yours truly all agreed that is was a good story, told with wit, humor and nostalgia topped up with a twist of judgement day scepticism/belief.

Worth seeing because of the warmth, the absolutely fascinating characters, and the evolving plot.

To generalize I believe the Germans are very good at making films. I haven’t seen one even slightly rubbish German movie so far in my life. Die Welle, Das leben der anderen, Nordwand, Keinohrhasen and now Soul Kitchen. A fun, warm drama with an appealing plot. A worn down restaurant needs to shape up - for both clients and the IRS. The owner hires a recently unemployed gourmet chef for the task while he tries to find out what to do with his girlfriend who just moved to Shanghai. Lots of laugh, fun and music this one.

Worth seeing because of the transformation in atmosphere, the IRS lady and the “just-outta-jail” brother who predictively adds some twist and turns to the story.

Two different kinds of struggle start out this years festival.

First an intense story of the first day of the Lebanon war from the sweaty, dirty, and seemingly inexperienced tank crew, almost completely told from the view of the spyglass and the surrounding sounds from the unstable and nervous outside.

Well told, played and delivered leaving you with a bothersome feeling that you know so incredible little about this thing called war.

Worth seeing because of the different approach from the inside of the tank and the realistic nervousness.

Applause then jumped to the not-so-glamorous actress, sober alcoholist (sort of) who tries to convince her ex husband that she’s ready to take care of the kids again after the divorce. Told between the everyday struggle against alcohol and scenes from her success in Virginia Wolf in stage. Clever and apt the Danish way with an absolutely brilliant Paprika Steen in the lead.

Worth seeing because of Paprika Steen. Superb.