Gay Mother Goose

WC got a collection of Mother Goose poems by MomMom and PopPop. And his father can't get enough of the funny adult versions of all the rhymes ...

Välling in a bottle

Ode to our son. No need to explain. (Well, just this one fact - "välling" translates into "gruel" in English, a grain soup for older infants and grown-ups alike. Like something in between grits and infant formula.) Just read the lyrics below and sing along with the music video by The Police.

Just a child today, less than 18 months, oh
Another hungry day, with no one here but momm--yyy
More starvation than an infant could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Välling in a bottle, yeah
Välling  in a bottle, yeah

A year has passed since I left the boobs
But I should have known this right from the start
Only formula can keep me together
Milk can mend your life but
Lactose can give you heart(-burn)

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Välling in a bottle, yeah
Välling in a bottle, yeah
Välling in a bottle, yeah
Välling in a bottle, yeah

Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone looking for remains
Hundred billion infants here, hooked on  fluid grains

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Välling in a bottle, yeah
Välling in a bottle, yeah
Välling in a bottle, yeah

Music of Faith and Devotion

A Pain That I'm Used To. It's no good. Black Celebration. Blasphemous Rumours. Barrel of a Gun. Enjoy the Silence. Personal Jesus. Strangelove. Master and Servant. Shake the Disease. Lie to Me. Useless. Photographic. Precious. Stripped. World Full of Nothing. A Question of Lust. Never Let Me Down Again. Policy of Truth. Judas. I Feel You. Comatose. Freelove. Shine. Suffer Well. Damaged People. John the Revelator. The Darkest Star. Lilian. Ice Machine. The Sinner in Me. In Chains. Corrupt. Wrong.

A music critic in a British tabloid once argued: "all your songs seem to be about the same thing - it is just pain and suffering". Martin Gore allegedly replied: "On the contrary; pain and suffering are not the same things - they are indeed very different from eachother."

February 26, 2006, almost four years ago, we were both singing along with the songs mentioned above at the Depeche Mode concert in the Scandinavium Arena, in Gothenburg. (We have all their albums and several obscure, re-mastered B-sides.) This upcoming Sunday, DM are set to play in The Globe Arena, Stockholm - less than half a mile from where we live. And we don't even have tickets. We are probably getting old...

The grabbing hands,
grab all they can
all for themselves
afterall
[...]
it's a competitive world

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E V E R Y T H I N G   C O U N T S   in  L A R G E   A M O U N T S !

Winter in Stockholm

The lakes and nearby bay frozen solid. (Picture of Järla lake.) Kim's old swimming place dressed in snow and ice. Travelling on the ice is nothing new to the Swedes. Sweden even won a a battle against neighboring Denmark by marching its entire army over the ice to capture Copenhagen in 1658.
WC in his pram next to the ski trail out on the lake. Open ice skiing and/or skating is a big thing here. But don't think that the Swedes stay away from safety measures. One of the most commonly seen safety gear here are the ice-prods (wooden or plastic prods with sharp steel points - used to grip the ice when climbing on to it from the water). Also - the open-ice skates are quite different from regular skates (see below).

"Feel the Zen in 2010"

Happy New Year!

WC and Tara enjoying the new year together, with WC sporting his new "Old Glory" outfit.