Bruncvik

Mid to late 90s. I was never big into chewing gum, and took a stick out of politeness when someone offered.

We have a beautiful living room that seats a dozen people. Nobody ever goes there. The entire family and guests prefer to squeeze around the 6-person kitchen table or lean against the kitchen counter. And we like it that way.

The Austrian Green Veltliner is one of the few wines I always have to have at home.

One word: Papyrus

I fail to see why China should be compelled to help with the Straight. If it's in their interest to do so, they will, but if there is a more price effective alternative for them, they'd take that one. The same goes for every nation.

Reminder that the name of the music group Counting Crows can be interpreted as "Murder by Numbers".

I only win imaginary arguments with people I never met, but even those are entirely silent.

Here's something that will probably mark me as weird: I find it strange, even creepy, when people talk, sing, hum, or make any noises to themselves. Some people tell me it helps their concentration, but I can't even envision making any kind of sound when I concentrate.

Controversial? Perhaps for US business interests, but not for European consumers.

(From what I know, the farmers in my country are unhappy about the deal, but they have been unhappy about so many things that everybody largely ignores their complaints.)

"You see, I'm a bilingual. I'm a bilingual illiterate. I can't read in two languages."

My wife just sticks her fallen hair on the wall tiles. From the moment I first saw it I knew she was a keeper.

Unhinged: You Oughta Know by Alanis Mortisette. Listen closely to the lyrics for way too much information.

Hinged: Hard to Say I'm Sorry by Chicago. Such a sweet melody that I've heard it playing on weddings, of all places...