Well, I’m not going to write about the books here because I haven’t read them.  But I will tell a very short story and then I will post some photos and explain the choice of title.

The Dragon Tattoo books take place in Stockholm, a place I lived in for a spell a while ago.  If you look back on this blog about a gazillion entries you will see ones from Sweden.  Living in Sweden was hard on many different levels.  I’ve never really felt alone in my life, but there I felt very alone and homesick.  Of course being away from home would have that effect, but this was something different.  Sweden can be cold and very dark.  When I see the previews for the new Dragon Tattoo movie, they got Sweden right.  It is the cold, oldest sibling.  After the green hair youngest sister, it was a bit of a shock.

The Sweden experience didn’t turn out that way I wanted it to, but it taught me many different things about myself.  Without it I wouldn’t be on the path I am on now and that in a way makes me think of it in a positive way, even though my thoughts about it for a long time were negatives ones.

Here’s to my Swedish experience, darkness and all (Boston style):

Grey Gardens is a movie that I love and simultaneously gives me the creeps.  Kind of like the house in these photos:

Lines.  Yeah, that’s the theme:

He’s been up here before but this time, he is much, much, much, much smaller:

That is the impression that these pictures give:

Come on.  If I didn’t tell you this wasn’t Cambridge, Massachusetts, wouldn’t you think this was England?:

Yesterday I watched a documentary about great American photographer Paul Strand.  Today I visited Rocky Neck, a historical artist’s community in Gloucester.  Then I went all Paul Strand on the photos:

Nature.  We’ll never get near this on our own:

I don’t usually explain my titles up here.  I just kind of post and run away, but today, we’ll have a break with tradition and I am going to explain.  What is this?  Well, they are apparently somebody’s Chiclets fell on the floor and I decided to take a photo.  As soon I saw this, the word “chaos theory” jumped into my mind, why I have no idea because my limited Googling of subject has led me to believe the Chiclets on the ground have nothing to do with chaos theory.  Well, it’s fancy and it sounds good.

I think I might have thought of chaos theory just because in the well ordered universe of the floor tiles, there was the disorganized mess of the Chiclets.  That or the fact that it was late in the afternoon and my mind was fogged by the lack of caffeine and the burning desire to go home.  Well, anyway, enjoy the photo.