In facebook-language we would Like this, and agree with that thumbs up of yours. And because Chicago is a brilliant piece of music, making talent overload and good looks an excellent combination, with or without wings.

Because you look like semi-intellectual, charmingly goofy Columbia graduate student whose parents might have a swimming pool we could use on the weekends.

Because we love California hipster versions of Sebastien Tellier.

Because we are in Istanbul and would enjoy a fun guy in a fez.
Also because, as GPS-preparation Dad gave us a map from 1905, since it had "the most inclusive overview".
In other words, we're walking around Konstantinopel, hearing things like; "A carpet is like love. But unlike a women, you can always stand on your carpet. A carpet will always respect you."

Because we are wearing shorts today for the first time in 2010. And because the next, and first time, we will make out on the McCarrens sports field after dark, you seem like a guy who is both comfortable in nature and know that sunglasses might come in handy for those killer floodlights.

Because an Italian on the bus today used the term "to climb the mountain" when talking about taking girls out to dinner and getting to know them before having sex.
"But that's not how you do it in Sweden."

We guess it is not so much about hiking, but rather not finding the time in the calendar for hanging out with people who you don't know, and if you actually talked to them you would find out that they are boring.

Maybe if there were more places that sold pizza in triangular shapes; grabbing a slice would count as dinner, be time efficient, delicious and encourage us to at least try to get to know each other.

Because in five years time we imagine that we've just relocated to California from New York, work at, or own, a creative agency, have some solar energy projects in East Africa, swim in our pool and began starting a family. Hopefully, we've might have married a guy from the cast of The Lion King, too.

Because even if a guy says he'll call you back in 1 second, and it takes 10 minutes, it is the highlight of the day to see that some boys still know both how to answer phones and dial numbers.

Because wet pavement smell like summer, but dry pavement is even better when it entails pretty boys like you lounging on the sidewalk.

Because even though guys are drunk, we love it when they get our friends by using the pick-up line; "I love it that you're so bitter". Upon to which the girl says: "It's great to just be yourself."

Almost too pretty to be interesting, but that curly head seems to be so heavy that we would love to see if it is possible to keep it up straight, or if it just needs a body to lean against.
In that case, we might have something in common.

Because it is whale season in Madagascar early-July to mid-September, and we would like to go there. Besides, you seem to tan suprisingly easy in spite of your ginger colours, and that's always a bonus.

Multitasking has sort of been the theme of the week. That means the brain is in a mess, the apartment is slightly messier and, if we were an utterly handsome, creative dude, our five-day-stubble would be perfect.

Spacious and plenty of room for entertaining. Great property in a vibrant neighbourhood. One bedroom. Great sunlight. Central heating. Pets allowed. Perfect for sharing. Talk to us about owner incentives.

Because, like Gentlemen's Quarterly, we love guys who "when he's not at home in the relatively paradisiacal environs of Venice Beach, slaving away over his luxury cashmere creations for The Elder Statesman, he's going all Endless Summer in search of the perfect wave."

Because when we wake up these days, we feel that there's something wrong. And that wrong would be right if we were to look out the window and smell Brooklyn instead.
Or if there was a chess playing young man reading the New York Times waiting at the breakfast table.

Because if Ingrid Bergman look-a-likes are as crazy about you as tacos, that must mean you are hot, delicious and a perfect complement to late night beers in backyards.

Sunday actually lived up to its name today, and although we had the day off, rode bikes, drank beer and counted church towers, some complicated kissing works any day of the week.

It was a soft and gentle kiss, one not meant to lead beyond itself. I would probably not have kissed Midori that day if we hadn't spent the afternoon on the laundry deck in the sun, drinking beer and watching a fire, and she probably felt the same. After a long time of watching the glittering rooftops and the smoke and the red dragonflies and other things, we had felt something warm and close, and we both probably wanted, half-consciously, to preserve that mood in some form. It was that kind of kiss. But as with all kisses, it was not without a certain element of danger.
The first one to speak was Midori. She held my hand and told me, with what seem like some difficulty, that she was seeing someone. I said that I had sensed as much.
"Do you have a girl you like?" she asked.
"I do," I said.
"But you're always free on Sundays, right?"
"It's very complicated," I said.

Excerpt from Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, 2000.

We have a winner of the Most Beautiful Man Award. In this case, the beard just make Gregory Peck look like a gorgeous human, instead of the Greek God look he's sporting most of the time.

We've been thinking a bit abouth Gandhi recently, and one of the spirtual brainteasers we would like to find clarity in, is how "Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it" co-relates to the idea that past-present-future are all one and what we do now has an impact on both history and the tomorrow.

While our conciousness needs some time to expand, we take delight in crazy Madrileños with hearts of gold and music running through their veins.

We're trying hard to see the charm in being serious, but there is something very unappealing about having to dress or behave in a certain, dictated way. This, and the persumed thrill of competition, are two unsolved mysteries in our book.

Our goal is therefore to come in as the creative geniuses and make loads of money by playing around. Or become diplomat wives and spend all days and evenings socializing at cocktail parties.
Another career option is to do what Andrew does, and just accompany a selection of favourite bands as on-stage, inspirational dancers.

What can we say, the opportunities are endless.

This weekend we were introduced to the concept of serendipping. It basically means that you are actively strolling around anticipating serendipity to strike, and our favourite past time just got a name of its own.

The main forum for missed connections (although you did run in to that awesome person) haven't impressed us with it's romance lately, but sheer hipster rationality seems to be a successful way of finding a springtime bike rider.

you know who you are... bc you were lookin at me on the l-train this morning. I was lookin back.... I wished you wouldve said something, but that's what cl is for, right?

you: tight jeans, custom cons, thin, full brown sexy beard, art history glasses, tight green vest, a pantera hat, with bjorn and john blasting out of your iPod.

me: cute, pale, black hair, bangs, short skirt, hoodie with thundercats patch, small ankle tattoo, thin lips, green eyes, cute.

if it was you, let me know your five favorite animal collective songs and about your best evan williams experience and we'll take it to verb for some tea.

or, if it's sorta like you and you may be interested, why not send a pic and who knows, right? is spring, time to ride bikes and go to roof parties.

-J.

Agreed. We are always on the look out for that "sorta like you".

Our grandma just moved to retirement home. Upon inspecting her new domains she worried that her children would not feel at home, and her husband, would he recognize this new place at all? Our aunt respondend;
- Your husband? Karl-Erik has been dead for sixteen years.
- Oh, that's a relief then.

Worrying, clearly, does not solve any problems. Instead, we opt for the breezy, Mediterranean approach to life, like this sharp-looking young boy, and hope time brings lifelong love affairs.

In preparation for the summer season in the Hamptons, or in the pizza dens of Brooklyn, at least one of us is embracing the prospects combining hairy chests with smooth talk, or just appreciating the classic-american-east-coast-ivy-leauge-meets-Italian-style.

Because we like it when people say: "That's good to know", after offering us a cigarette, upon to which we replied: "No thanks, we only smoke when we're drunk".

Because life seems to be a haze of colours whenever you are around. Or maybe this is just a standard aura photo of the bearded-mac pro-user.

In that case, the orange is "the color of vitality, vigor, good health and excitement. Lots of energy and stamina, creative, productive, adventurous, courageous, outgoing social nature; currently experiencing stress related to apetites and addictions."