The Airportline: Observations

I went to Eindhoven. I was part of the morning commute, it felt strange. Bought the International Herald Tribune and read the business section, fell asleep before we got to Utrecht. In Eindhoven I sat in a corner office on the 12th floor. Talked with people about working, they answered, explained, thought about what it meant to them. They went and came, I sat there, with my paper and an orderly pile of coffee cups. My eyes looked tired but my brain was sharp. No need for a power nap. No time for a power nap. One of my interviewees had been in Stockholm; it consists of nine islands he told me. That might be right, I answered. Another person told me the best thing with Amsterdam is the train ride back to Eindhoven. They're quite funny, the people in Eindhoven. But the buses have cameras that show how you look like when you sit in a bus in monitors. Felt unnecessary.

About song about buses. Or the lack of them. Or something completely different.
Arctic Monkeys - No Buses

I took a power nap, but there was no power in it. I made pasta but there was no enough tuna in it. I was gonna blog about a nap, but my sister was ill, so I had to feel sorry for her on Skype. I played floorball but managed to miss the goal too many times. Taking a power nap and not getting power, that lacks purpose. Without the power, its just nap. Sounds childish. Young people nap for power, we're not interested in napping just because it is comfortable. I power nap when I have to, and I have to alot. And lately, I wake up without power, the foundation is missing. Its frustrating. At least I have Swedish coffee (see picture). It is suppose to be brewed in water between 92 and 96 degrees according to the box, I preffer 100 degrees, just because it's a great song by Shout Out Louds. And because it's more extreme. Power coffee. When there is no power in your nap.