Because in California we've learnt that a key to prosperity is to replace judgement with curiosity and create a lot of ideas worth stealing. We've also understood that ideas are cheap and that execution is key, that you can solve a lot of problems using post-its and that ambition levels are contagious. Most things are in flux and the only thing you can (aim to) control is your own excellence. It is better fail than to do nothing at all, or rather, fail fast to succeed sooner. The success of others will reward you too. Greater challenges offer more space for innovative solutions. Bedroom eyes, prominent cheek bones and all the things you do will connect in the end. That's why you should be as open and exploratory as possible.

Because when we told our boss we thought it would be a good idea to corporatize social and environmental problems (bolagisera samhällsproblemen), he looked at us in that same doubtful way. Only so that when you do it, it's very attractive.

Because dudes who so obviously part-time as models possess such clean cut good-lookingness that it makes most of the IKEA catalogue look messy.

Because you look like a magestic creature which we dream of rolling "over together in a happy laughing heap of fur and arms and legs" and that it can be either "like playing with a thunderstorm or playing with a kitten...". Reading The Chronicles of Narnia while rain is pouring down we get more and more convince that fantastic men, or simply the feeling of passion, are pretty much like Aslan the lion.

At the name of Aslan each one of the children felt something jump in its inside. Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror. Peter felt suddenly brave and adventurous. Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delightful strain of music had just floated by her. And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer.
/.../

His voice was deep and rich and somehow tooke the fidgets out of them. They now felt glad and quiet and it didn't seem awkward to them to stand and say nothing.

Excerpts from The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis. Photo by Sandra Beijer

Because the previous Nobel laureate in Economics take pleasure in playing with words such as; "Efforts to negotiate a resolution to Europe's banana split proved fruitless". And we love both deserts and negotiations, which all sound like wonderful activities to enjoy in the company of pretty boys like you.

Because we are slowly dying of thirst for newspapers or magazines made of paper, written in a language that we understand and filled with fun facts, stories, ideas and pictures of new, pretty boys. Like you.

Because we love men and animals, men with animals, or simply all species. And at the library today we found a book that had us hooked in the preface, where the author, within the space of three pages, explain interspecie communication as well as offer a constructive take on how Swedes might view our new, undesired political situation with a xenophobic party entering the parliament;

I used to raise chickens and ducks for food. After a couple of years, a pack of coyotes discovered the easy meals, and I began to lose birds. I scared the coyotes away when I happened to be home, but I knew I could not forever stand guard. One day, when I saw a coyote stalking chickens I asked it to stop. I did this more out of frustration than conviction.
The odd thing was, the coyote did stop, and neither it nor other pack members returned.

/.../

As Franz Kafka put it, you may not destroy someone's world unless you are prepared to offer a better one. But no redemption can be found in avoidance of difficult issues. Redemption comes only after we have moved through the horrors of our present situation to the better world that lies beyond it. By confronting the problemas courageously as we can and at the same time presentling alternatives, our barriers to clarity, including our false hopes, may crumble to reveal previously unseen possibilities.

Excerpt from Derrick Jensen's A Language Older Than Words, 2004.

Although that beard would be classified as a goatee if slightly more groomed, we're still into the whole sun kissed, rugged prairie look that is rather hard to find on lunch breaks.

Well, lucky us to stumble into a guy we had a serious crush on approx. 8 years ago. He still looks fabulous, like Paul Newman, he took our number, and we obviously seized the opportunity to include him in our side project called "Boys in general, Swedes in particular". A thing-y where we interview hot singles on their thoughs on love as a cover up to spend some quality time together. It is working out very well.

A Vietnamese proverb that recently came across our path goes "A day lived, a sea of knowledge earned." And today we were discussing the pros and cons of being able to hook up with people without getting attached. We're saying that it is quite similar to tennis. We enjoy the game so much, that it doesn't really matter who we are playing with.

A while back, we met a guy who was wearing dungarees, and up until that point we had never considered that item of clothing arousing. But in combination with a shirt, a tie, green socks and a degree in industrial design, the feeling was clearly different. A high-five sealed the deal, and there was also the novelty of rapidly falling for a blond guy instead of our regular diet of brunettos. The mutual attraction was so strong that we had to sweep and tidy the apartment once we got home, completely convinced that he would spend the following night there.

Unfortunately, the universe is just teasing us with these surfer like babes, and the guy obviously had a girlfriend. But let's hope that they are very happy, or break up soon.

Because if we would have the pleasure to speak to you, our first comment would be; "I'm sorry, what did you say? I was thinking about wild horses in full gallop."

Because beards and freckles is an even better combination
than burgers and fries.

Because we are delighted that tennis season has started. Life is somehow even better courtside. And since the sport mix sweat with elegance in such an appealing way, there are plenty of good reason to date a player;

1. We're always looking for a good opportunity to come up.
2. We can do it with two people or four. (I prefer two.)
3. We have good hands.
4. We grunt when the action heats up.
5. We know how to make a racket.
6. We can hit it from all angles.
7. We have the endurace to last 3 hours...straight!
8. We wear shorts to hold the balls.
9. We want it easy, but hard is good too.
10. Even when we aren't scoring, we're in love.

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

We're biding farewell to winter today. It might be because we haven't seen as many pretty boys in one single day, since September. Although we love guys in mittens and caps, spring sunshine has a way of exponentially increasing the number of make out-able guys, and with all this talk of us living in exponential times, we're dying for some proof.

There is a Chinese saying that goes; The best time to plant a tree was 100 years ago. But the second best time is today.

We like to think that everyday is for planting new seeds and cultivate the existing garden. As much as tomorrow is today, today will eventually become yesterday. And the trick is seizing the day while honoring our past and with respect to the future.

"We have a grilled sandwich maker, which is very important," says Almqvist. "It's very popular at night after the intake of beverages."

How convenient then that we love toast, drinks and ice cream,
as well as rascal boys who grow into handsome men and speak textbook English. And Howlin's trademark flow of confidence and humour has always been on our top list of loveable characteristics.

Ah, broad shoulders, kind eyes and lucious lips.
It could also be that you very much remind us of a guy whose Swedish grandparents emigrated to Brooklyn, plays basketball, studies environmental law and, when entering a library, says things like "Let me see what you have under D."