If I hold the door open for you, take it from me. I am not the doorman.
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Stockholm tunnelbana station at Skarpnäck, with 17 sculpted benches by American artist Richard Nonas. Opened in 1994, the station is 25 meters (82 feet) below the ground.
I’ll be impressed with mobile phone cameras when I take can take a high-quality photo of the Moon.
What ever happened to socks? I have been seeing lots of ankles for the past year or so, even in weather that does not lend itself to bare skin.
As seen from Klarabergsviadukten
How many computers are lost to tea each year in England?
Eggs are delicious unless you think about them.
If this is how Facebook protects users’ data when they are profiting in the billions, what will happen when their stock becomes junk?
Does anyone actually sign up for newsletters from websites, or are these popups just designed to make us hate the web?
England, just say you want to come back. We can talk it out.
The breakfast of champions: three Kroger brand Advils and a Bloody Mary.
People believe all sorts of crazy shit.
I’m so tired of the checkout clerk asking me if I’m stocking up for a party every time I do my normal grocery shopping.
Whiskey bent and hell bound
In most of the world, if you empathize with your captors they call it Stockholm Syndrome. Here in Stockholm they call it a weekday.
Do we really have to do this every day? Do we really have to spend most of our days at work, just to get food and shelter and things that everybody needs? I understand if you want really good Mexican food sometimes like I do, then it’s okay to work a few hours to get something special.
If you want a car that can carry your whole family, then you can work for that. But if you just want to eat and sleep, it shouldn’t take so much time to earn that. People should be doing better things with their days instead of content marketing and value proposition validation.
This will bring the total number of official emojis to more than 3,000. I think that’s plenty and maybe it’s time to start describing how we feel with words again.
Email would be a lot less annoying and actually quite reasonable if we all removed our signatures and automatic quoting of the previous message. Both of those features have outlived their usefulness. I’m going to do it now.
Thank you, Brett Kavanaugh, for ruining one of my favorite Tom T. Hall songs.
I’m proud* to be an American*
Where at least I know I’m free*
I won’t* forget the men* who died
Who gave that right to me*
And I’d gladly* stand up next to you*
And defend her still today*
‘Cause there ain’t* no doubt I love this land
God* bless the USA.
*=some restrictions apply
“Unterhaltung” is apparently the German word for “bad design and blonde chicks”
”My new shit just dropped!” -Karl Marx
“Hi, I’m Martin Luther, I’ll be your server today.”
I just witnessed the birth of a beautiful new peanut! So heartwarming.
Here are a few photos from a tiny street called Pustegränd on the island of Södermalm in central Stockholm.
The street is just a couple blocks long and is about 130 meters in length (425 feet). A large portion of that distance is made up of steep stairs that connect the higher elevation of the island to the streets near the water.
This short video from Apple Maps shows where is Pustegränd is located in Stockholm.
Here is a link to the street on Google Maps.
I’m a sucker for ridiculous marketing and all sorts of cross-branding, so imagine my delight when I saw that Pepsodent has come out with a men’s toothpaste. I’m sold.
The Ljushuset store (“Light House”) on Mäster Samuelsgatan lights up a rainy day in Stockholm. Click the image for a larger view.
The Maxi Grillen kiosk at Medborgarplatsen in Stockholm is a great place for late night food, as Anthony Bourdain knows.
The Vegorulle is a vegetarian version of the Tunnbrödsrulle that Bourdain orders. It comes with a soy hot dog in the middle instead of meat.
A clock in the terminal at the Frankfurt airport.
I was delayed 13 hours on my way back to Stockholm after the holidays. I got the opportunity to sit on the runway in DC for two hours and to hang out inside the Frankfurt airport for ten hours.
A fancy sign from my arrival in Kentucky before the holidays.