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Ikea Adventure

My wife likes the furniture and I like the food. OK I admit it I like the furniture too. We seem to visit at least twice a year. I know we are in Frisco, Texas, USA, but I wouldn’t know it. This may piss off the average Swede but the atmosphere feels generically European. No complaining here though, its way less expensive then a round trip ticket across the pond. I can pretend that I am a world traveler all day long. I can almost remember having the same feeling of sleek foreignness when arriving and departing from the Frankfurt am Main Airport in Germany. Ikea is proudly Scandinavian but this does feel like the Continental Europe that I remember from my military adventures in Post Cold War Europe.

The Arrival

Swedish Meatballs

My Wifes Healthy Lunch Of Salmon and Veggies


Cool Lighting

I think we need new utensils

More Shopping

They have the coolest carts - It's my job to drive it

Mad Dash to Check Out

I have been waiting for this part

The Car is Loaded

Time to Bring Home the Goods - Till Next Time

Snow Day

This is the most snow that the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex has experienced since 1978. I suppose that makes it something for the record books. It was serene and beautiful and felt like a vintage postcard far from the time and place that I know.

Across the street from our house

Our old oak

My cold footed tracks

Snow covered windshield

Winter Civic

Dr Zhivago

Julie Christie

Poetry and the individual are dead in Dr Zhivago’s Revolutionary Russia. The land is unforgiving as are the people who are dealing with severe political changes.  One can sense the yearning for individual love and freedom. Those that read poetry no longer do so although it touched them in their youth.  This is a great film, I have included a few quotes that ring true –

No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems a victim….

I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn’t of much value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them….

Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it….

Julie Christie stars in this 1965 masterpiece as Lara Antipova. Interestingly enough she was included in one of my earlier posts, Fahrenheit 451.

The Dallas Cowboys – America's Team – My Team

Congratulations to the New Orleans Saints. I was happy to see this team win against the Indianapolis Colts in Super Bowl XLIV. They have been jokingly called the “Aints” for years as they have never won a Super Bowl. I don’t think that this ever bothered their fans so much. Win or lose they always find a reason to celebrate. New Orleans has always been known as “The Big Easy” although I think that this is one place where things aren’t always so easy. When hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in 2005 it exposed years of neglect. I cannot think of another city that could use and deserve to win the title of Super Bowl Champion. While grateful for the Saints win I have to admit my heart wasn’t entirely in the game. I am and will always be a Dallas Cowboy. Win or lose they are loved and hated. They are to the NFL what the Yankees are to Baseball and the Lakers to Basketball. They are an institution, a movement. To me they are the team that will always bring my family together. The Cowboys have always been a topic of conversation. They are the team we have always cheered for at family get togethers. America’s Team the Dallas Cowboys are the team that always plays on that most American of holidays, Thanksgiving. The Cowboys are the team that my coworkers and I talk about, as we make it through a long day at work. The Blue Star brings us all together. Now that I am older and have a past to look back at I realize that the Dallas Cowboys are more than a football team. They are my home, friends and family.

The Legendary Tony Dorsett

Old Couch New Sofa – Score

Today I did what men are meant to do, move furniture. My lovely wife has told me for a while now that we have needed a new sofa. Unfortunately our feline daughter has a destructive streak in her. When it comes to furniture she is an extreme Vandal. Paws and claws have destroyed our couch so badly that we are embarrassed to have company. After years of blatant hinting from my wife we finally did it. We bought a new sofa. I was reluctant at first but things are great as our cat Sasha has been on her best behaviour. I never thought I would say this but I am actually enjoying our new sofa. I felt pretty good about myself as I loaded our new sofa in the bed of my father’s truck. There were a couple of ladies that had their eyes on the very sofa that my wife and I scored. I could see their humbled husbands look at me and think bastard. Not to say that I don’t know that feeling, believe me I do. However today was the day that this hunter killed the giant Mastodon. There was not much too it, all I had to do was be sure that we were the first ones at Costco. There was a time in my life when the futon was high luxury. It was the ultimate piece of many university bachelor pads. Now I know that this is no longer true, thanks to the woman who introduced me to high thread Egyptian Cotton sheets. I have to say that I  do feel enlightened as I notice all three of us lounging comfortably on our new sofa.

The Score - New Sofa

Fahrenheit 451

Oskar Werner and Julie Christie

Watching Fahrenheit 451 on Turner Classic Movies. You know the story, you read it when you were young. It’s the one that made you never want to destroy a book. It makes you think of those WWII films you watched in World History in Junior High or High School. The ones where the Evil Nazis burned all those dangerous books. The book by The Great Ray Bradbury is definitely American. At least it was in my American Mind as I read it all those years ago. The film by The Great Francois Truffaut is definitely French. This is not just in my mind it is inherently so on every frame of film that passes before my eyes. As it should be since Truffaut is a Frenchman. One of the greatest filmmakers the world will ever know. The story is universal because it has happened and can happen anywhere. I have to say that the most memorable performance to my eye is the female lead played by 60’s English Mod Girl Julie Christie. She played two different female characters . The wig did not give her away only her face.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year 2010

So it’s the New Year – 2010. It sounds cooler that it actually is. 2009 was a bitch of a year. Come to think of it the first decade of the 21st century was a bitch of a decade. So here it is another chance to tell myself that this an another opportunity to lose weight, finish my novel, work harder, learn a foreign language, get into graduate school, grow a vegetable garden, and the old stand by – be a better person. I think that I should put myself on a quarterly schedule so I won’t lose track of all my New Year’s resolutions. Like they do in the corporate world. Then I can make adjustments along the way. I can fire myself, downsize, lay off, hire, promote, and give myself a bonus. I can tell myself to look busy because I might notice that I am not doing much of anything. Heres to you 2010 may I not give up on you and myself before the first quarter ends in March.


Everybody's Got One

Everybody’s Got One – an opinon that is. There are thousands, perhaps millions of blogs out there that nobody reads. Here is one more to add to the mix. It makes me wonder, am just another narcissist?

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