Hands of oak

So because I update MIKEROBLOG nearly every day as well as add new items of interest over in The Sharing Zone I guess I feel like I'm blogging on a daily basis. But I'm not. Unless it appears in this section it dares to go unnoticed. Anywho, something caught my eye last night and I thought I'd comment on it here.

I randomly caught an art show on Swedish TV last night called ARTY SVT Kultur which happened to be about trees and more so about artists that use trees as their source of inspiration. The old guy who drew the faces he saw in the knots of the tree didn't interest me so much. I guess I was turned off by the fact that he thought he needed to wear his oil paint-splattered smock outdoors while standing outside in front of a tree with a pad of paper and a black Sharpie. But I did enjoy the segment about a Brit named Tim Knowles. You know what, I am no good at talking about visual art. I can like it, sort of like it or not like it at all and I don't really want to explain to anyone why. So, I give you this image of how Tim Knowles creates some of his art. Follow the link to his site and browse around. I am also really enjoying his Postal Works where the packages ' contents create the art and when they arrive at their final destination they are opened and revealed. That's a crappy explanation. I said I didn't like talking about this stuff.

I have just discovered

Last night officially began the accumulation of information of childbirth. We sat in an auditorium filled with at least 100 other expecting couples and listened to the seasoned professional on the stage. We laughed at the well-placed jokes and sweated at the reality of it all. I learned quite a lot. But I'd have to say the best lesson I learned was that...

We Don't Get Fooled Again

So no super big news. Just checking in; I don't like to stay away too long. I'm keeping it real. Stuff is positive and good. Baby on the way. Making music here and there but not freaking out about it. Some collaborations in the pipe, nothing like I've ever done before. I think my Adidas Sambas ruined my left heel, but that's another story for another time.

Stockholm has thawed out. The magpie couple outside my window is building a nest. But you see there are these two crows that are making a habit of running the magpies out of their nest, poking around (I doubt there's eggs in there, too early) and then leaving about 30 seconds later. The magpie couple just sit and watch a few branches below. When the crows are gone they hop back up and continue working. I spend parts of weekends watching out the window, drinking coffee, trying to read the newspaper while trying to listen to the radio.

Last night I watched one Swedish football match on mute while I listened to another via web radio. The team I am into are notorious losers. They won their opener 1-0 because the ball bounced off the head of someone on the other team into his own goal. The Cubs lost I read. All is stable in the universe.

Working like crazy. Taking on more job-related responsibility. Feeling good about it but getting tired while doing it. Sometimes I can't keep my eyes open past 9:30. Other nights I'm out until 3AM putting beats together and seeing how many bottles of beer I can drink before Ableton stops making sense. It never does.

Today is April Fools. There's no gag here. It's all real stuff. I'll holler at you again soon.

Until then, thanks for reading along.