Paleo 2009, here I come

Yesterday I got my tickets for Paleo 2009. I got myself the weekpass because there are many acts that I want to see: Kaiser Chiefs, Franz Ferdinand, White Lies, Snow Patrol, Moby, TV On The Radio, The Ting Tings, The Gossip, Placebo, Prodigy, Amy McDonald, Pete Doherty (if he ever makes it), Charlie Winston, Cold War Kids and Santogold. Ok, some of them may have passed their best (yes you Moby) but nonetheless a great line-up.

But half of my motivation does not have to do with music at all. It has to do with food. Because at Paleo you can eat amazingly good food from lots of food stands. It's not just your regular festival hot dog and lukewarm beer. I will have some duck liver curry, or some hot fondue (a hot dog bun filled with melted fondue cheese), or malakoffs (deep fried cheese), or rat sticks (I think it's chicken but could be some other animal on a stick, grilled), or liver sandwich, or spring rolls (amazingly good when you're drunk), or even Indonesian food. And I will wash it down with cold beer or cold rose.

If the weather is wonderful, it will then be a wonderful week for me. Especially now that I live around the corner from this festival...

Moving

After signing a contract back in 2007, last Friday we finally got the keys to our own brandnew appartment out in the countryside. Which meant that last weekend I was occupied with moving.

Normally moving 30 km isn't that much of a big deal, but here it surely is. Not to mention all the things that went wrong during the move as well. Movers came late, cleaning company didn't clean as they were supposed to, tax authorities being a pain in the ass, de-registering and registering, building a new IKEA wardrobe (201 cm tall and 250 cm wide) all by myself, unpacking boxes, telephone company messed up on activation date, etc etc etc.

I am still physically tired and there are still lots to do before it becomes free of "temporary solutions". Even though it is only 30 km away it really feels like I'm moving countries. Hell, moving from Indonesia to Switzerland was easier compared to this move.

However, now we live in a small village in the countryside and we are loving it...