SWE wish you a merry christmas...

And a happy new year!

And now for some more "blog" which I am continually pushing its redefinition to "e-speak for back-log".

Once upon a time not long ago little Lulu was in the land of socialism, suicide and fermented fish guts bought and sold in a tube... I was there late September 2010 visiting a fellow velacita that I had met back in April at the Hyères Semaine Olympique Française. She was the one who, bikini clad, stormed into the Race Committee office and demanded en français that we could rig up and launch my 29erXX. And after a week of tanning in the no-wind event, how could she be denied? So we splashed "foXXy" and sailed over to the 49er race course, cheering the boys as they rounded the windward mark. (Which did wonders for our popularity at the regatta party later that night.) Back on land after the very sunny and briefly windy afternoon we were mobbed by sailor girls in the boatpark who wanted a closer look at the boat - and more importantly, when can they go sail one, and if it will be in the Olympics some day...

I met Hanna after flying from Barcelona to Copenhagen and then taking the train up to Goteborg. We whisked straight to the bar for a friend's birthday drinks, sitting outside under heatlamps and fleece blankets (a swedish standard for such establishments to provide cold temperature accoutrements so you can continue your chain smoking in the winter months ). The next morning for breakfast we ate herring caviar on rye flatbread with boiled eggs on top.

Some sights from Goteborg, Sweden:

fun fact!

swedish seahorse act of 1836 declared all civic lamp posts must display mythical interpretations of the sea creature famed for "stay-at-home fatherhood"

dedicated to dalns le royce h. "dyew" and his r&r career.

honest to cleanliness, not a paint by number, just a point and shoot

at the train stop next to the factory outlet mall where my friend worked!

gettin some civic on, long shadows in an early autumn afternoon.

this autumn leaf creature chased me down the street for 3 blocks yelling in robotronics:

CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP GRRRR I WANT TO EAT YOU YOU LOOK DELICIOUS!

thank goodness i'm a *STAR* athlete or I would not be here to tell you this tale.

the end.