The [university's] business falls between August and May.

We had zero advertising ... we are depending on passerby's and word-of-mouth.

It's nice because students can get a quick cup of coffee or lunch on their way to class.

Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade without anyone's noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it's pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.

So this talk, or touch if I were there,
Should work its effortless gadgetry of love,
Like Dante’s heaven, and melt into the air.

If it doesn’t, of course, I’ve fallen. So much is chance,
So much agility, desire, and feverish care,
As bicyclists and harpsicordists prove

Who only by moving can balance,
Only by balancing move.

The pain was bad. The doctors told me I was born with weak tissue there. But I am ready to play this season.