Powerpoint < Baking

Today's endeavor: my mother's recipe for banana bread. Or, in Swedish: banancockar. With the Swedish name obviously sending me into fits of laughter, my roommate and I have now christened my new baking project, "The Banana Cock."

Today, it's overcast and a blustery 10 C. Scrapping the idea to go out and take pictures earlier this morning with a couple of my photography-literate friends, I've been domestically puttering around the apartment. So far, I have conquered our cute Wall-E vacuum cleaner, dusted the shelves holding my art supplies (haven't been too active, of late), and discovered the hiding place of our handheld mixer in the kitchen.

Ha. I just realized I'm even wearing a dress today. How's that for gender stereotypes?

Last night, was Kulturnatta, or Culture Night in Göteborg. Kind of like First Thursday in Seattle, the city's galleries, cafes, bars, museums, churches, libraries, parks, and theaters throw their doors open to the public for a full night of world culture. When I was trying to decipher the Swedish pamphlet, I saw everything from book readings to traditional Swedish dance to free women self-defense classes to choir music. The event opened with an indie choir singing hits from Robyn and Abba, and the streets of Linne probably echoed with the sounds of high heels, laughter, rolling beer bottles, shouting, and jazz until I woke up this morning...

As for me---I went first with a group of friends to Stadsbiblioteket (City Library) to hear Afro-Caribbean drumming and watch this five year old bust into crazy, Happy Feet-esque dance solos in front of the crowd. Then we went to Hagabio, an alternative movie theater/cafe/bar/culture house near my flat, and proceeded to listen to a fantastic South African storyteller, peer at black and white photos with courtesy tea, and watch the first half of a Swedish documentary on hip hop schools of Medellin, Colombia.

Awesome. +1000 culture points.

The rest of this week looks busy. Tonight is a birthday party of one of the girls in our program, tomorrow I'm typing up Powerpoints and essays in the cavernous glass lobby of the VarldsKulturMuseet, and Monday I meet the director of Universeum for lunch.

But for now, my roommate and I are going to stuff ourselves with banana cock to El Perro Del Mar.