Eliot Spitzer, you have just disappointed me. Really, no joking. Sheriff of Wall Street and you bring me this:

Its even big news in Norway. Even from afar he’s still a huge disappointment.

Noooooooooooo. Not Norway. Miami Vice, Norway? OK, I bet they didn’t just get the Miami Vice just recently, but still, why is this on in Norway?

And Don Johnson is so irritating looking:

And where is Tubbs? Here he is:

Here they are together:

I picked one where Tubbs displays a lot of chest hair.

Norway. We just get the Miami Vice. Sad. Just sad.

Noooooooooooo. Not Norway. Miami Vice, Norway? OK, I bet they didn’t just get the Miami Vice just recently, but still, why is this on in Norway?

And Don Johnson is so irritating looking:

And where is Tubbs? Here he is:

Here they are together:

I picked one where Tubbs displays a lot of chest hair.

Norway. We just get the Miami Vice. Sad. Just sad.

It was really beautiful:

And the opera was quite wonderful. It was in Italian and helpfully, translated into Swedish:

Oh wait, unhelpfully. Sorry, but you gotta click on the photo to get the full effect.

Where I am supposed to leave them:

My first reaction to this was “and where is it I am supposed to leave the children?” Is there another place for them to go? Am I to leave them elsewhere?

I am so confused.

Stockholm is the city of museums, I get it. Don’t get me wrong. Museums are wonderful, educational and at times humorous.

Now there is some really interesting stuff:

Really really interesting:

But some other stuff….

What…

the…

@&%k?

The dish brushes? I could have stayed home and looked at that. The spatula? My mother has it. I’ve used it for my eggs and cleaned it many a time. And the third item? I have nothing against it. I’m just not sure if it really belongs in a museum display.

And now it gets even weirder:

The Barbie shoe:

This:

The shoes belong to Swedish high jumper Stefan Holm. In the background are the death masks of various Swedish kings and famous Swedes. It is an interesting juxtaposition. It also makes me believe Sweden needs to rethink its choices of curators for its museum.

And, let’s learn about how evidence was collected at crime scenes in the early 20th century:

There were hordes of kids around this exhibit. I can imagine how exciting it was for all of them to look at these fascinating objects.

I am right out in the open with it. I have a major league crush on the King of Sweden. I’ve talked about it before, my love for King Carl XVI Gustav. How do you not love a king whose childhood photos look like this one?:

Of course I did not take this picture, but I did get this photo of him, looking, well, a bit frustrated:

And it looks like I am not the only one who loves him, given that if you look close, you will see a little heart has been drawn on the glass with the picture of the king. Being King looks like a difficult job. Carl XVI Gustav looks like he needs all the love he can get.

I decided on my trip to the National Museet here in lovely, yet somewhat cold Stockholm that I was going to look for faces I liked. Faces that caught my eye, faces that were handsome, faces that weren’t handsome, faces in general.

Why? Because I thought it would be fun and I came up on the idea when I saw this face:

Is it a Picasso face, or a Modigliani face? I don’t know, but it caught my eye.

Then, we got this one, the conceited looking face, looking down its Swedish nose on us:

I loved the conceit and contempt on the face of the person in the painting, likely some ancient Swedish nobleman, having no idea he is being slightly ridiculed by a girl on something called “the internet.”

And then we have this one:

This is:
a. a man
b. a woman

If you guessed man, you’d have been wrong. This has to be one of the ugliest women I have ever seen in my life. Well, OK, its just a painting, but it reminds me of the ladies Blackadder is shown to choose for marriage. At least this one, her mustache wasn’t as prominent.

I’m being mean. Actually, this was a Swedish queen who acted as both a man and a woman. In those days, probably really acceptable. These days, she’d be in therapy. Or on Oprah.

Well, moving on to better looking faces:

Sometimes you look at a face and think “uh, that just has that perfect, effortless handsome-ness about it.” This is where my mind went when I saw this face.

And to close it out, a face that reminded me that I am really homesick and being taken back to receiving mail from the old alma mater, in good times and in bad:

Good olde GW painted by a Swede. A globalized world indeed.

Pictures of the insides of churches in Europe. Always somehow end up looking the same. But I think I might be posting the first actually interesting photos from the inside of a European church anywhere. I could be wrong, but judge for yourself:

I was walking around thinking “how many of these churches have I been?” I’ve been to so many (this happens to be the German church in the old town of Stockholm) that I stopped taking pictures of them. But this one I walked around until it got interesting. More stuff, OK:

And, what I like to call “the floating candles”:

I lit a candle for my grandfather, though I do not believe in God. That’s one for the theologians.

Light. A European old town. This could be anywhere. It happens to be here, but come on, you can look at another one of these:

See, that only hurt for a minute. Only a minute.