Leaving Would Have Been Easier If...

everybody weren't so damned nice to me. Not only did my co-workers surprise me on Monday with a Hammaryby jersey, a cookbook for baking, and plenty of salt licorice, but they also wrote a song and sang it to the tune of "Yankee Doodle Dandy." I had a hard time to not cry. Then today one of my classes brought flowers and a cake to class and then sang "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow." Again, I did my best to keep it all in. Here's a couple of photos. One of the alien cake I received (a marzipan Princess Torta, yummmm!) (and any of my former classes would know why the alien was such a special choice) and the other one is of the class hard at work on a self-evaluation.

I do feel loved.

Das Efx

In case you were wondering, Whatever happened to that talented rap duo, Das Efx? ...They are playing my dad's hometown Norrköping, Sweden soon:

Whoa!

Two of my most favorite contemporary acts! Ted Leo remixes Spoon's "Did You Evah." Dig it! here.

Reminder!

Don't forget that your freedoms should not to be taken for granted. See here. And for the Olympics, too! Damn them!

Keep Going, Guy!

Peter --

The votes will be counted into the night and into tomorrow, but today we won states and we won delegates in every part of the country.

As of right now, we have won more states and delegates than Senator Clinton. It's a remarkable achievement we can all be proud of.

Tonight, we know one thing for sure -- our time has come, our movement is real, and change is coming to America.

At this moment in history, the stakes are too high and the challenges too great to play the same Washington game with the same Washington players and expect a different result.

This time must be different.

There will be those who say it cannot be done. But we know what we have seen and what we believe -- that when ordinary people come together we can still do extraordinary things.

Yes, we can.

Thank you so much,

Barack

Hard to Believe...

that in just about three weeks from now to the hour, I will be standing in the passport line at Ohare International Airport with so much before me that I had not ever anticipated five months ago. Back in Chicago. To live. Wave after wave of emotion have flowed over me, so much so at this point, that I cannot tell one from the other. I cannot say that I am excited to leave, nor can I say that I am not excited to return to the familiar. I am happy to return to my friends and family and yet I am not returning to the exact life that I had just one year ago. I am returning to have to rebuild something. This both excites me and slightly depresses me. But I am ready for it. I am ready for battle.

I have not experienced a least a little of Swedish winter now, as made evident by photo. Now I need to prepare myself for the deep Chicago freeze.

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