I promise not to ever again write about the Tidens Samling and their biscuit cake, whose buttery layers, even grown men, have to give in to (and their totally amazing and secret cafe with tables with laced tablecloths where you get lorries on the side of your porcelain cup with a golden handle, and you can buy lemon water in a nostalgic 25 cl glass bottle) for at least one year from now on.

But for real - they have made a 1990's room. And they have gone all in. Collection of donations (who was the one to keep the iron candlesticks with silk ribbon in the attic for two decades?) as well as a distinctive museum sense on what describes the period. Like orange paint applied to the walls with sponges. That was done. And a shelving system in lacquered cherry wood. With glass doors. Argh. And that glass bowl of artificial grapes right in the middle of the table. Oh man. You can even buy a rusty nail (a licorice candy that looks like a rusted nail) in a paper bag and you can wish for it anything from the 1950s-living room. ANYTHING.

Philosophical (free) summer employment: what makes life good? Think about it. Why do you really live in Odense and not anywhere else in the big world? Why are you here and why are you staying here? It's so easy to move elsewhere.
But you are here. Because you have chosen it. And so many have done before you that the city has acquired a rich history. And the answer to the first question is always changing. Because all generations think about what life is to be lived in the city and what to prioritize: at the beginning of the 20th century, there were medical arguments behind urban transformation: sewers were a good idea, and there was power as well. So a good life was one that didn't necessarily kill you. In the 1950s and 60's, large residential buildings were the place for future Odense people in an expanding city was what made sense.
And what about now? Which city would you like to live in? I would like to live in a city that builds something beautiful. Pay attention to the details. Builds things that don't have a Netto on the ground floor. Looking up. Surprising by resembling a piece of art that is hard to recreate. And then I wouldn't like to die from stress. And I want the young teachers to not die from stress. And that there is more cultural life than I can consume. This is the good city life for me.
The exhibition is open Monday and Tuesday (12-16), Wednesday (10-16) and Thursday (14-19); Friday is closed.

I was never tan (man I'm pale) and it could be discussed how lovely I was. I was tall and young though. And as time goes by, and fewer and fewer boxes can be ticked, I still love The Girl From Ipanema.
The man behind the song and the whole Bossanova movement, composer Antonio Carlos Jobim, has been dead for a while. But his grandchild, Daniel Jobim, is not. And he isn't just carrying his last name, he has performed with freaking Stevie Wonder. And Sting. Wow. Okay, and then his voice sounds just like the grandfather.
And at Musikhus Dexter (I will forever and ever cry salty tears that it's no longer a jazz house because it was so good and sounded great and the music house sounds so terribly inclusive) he is showing up with guitar, drums, flute and alt saxophone. And then you can escape the good weather for a while. Forget about grilling anything that night. You can just bossa-jazz away.
Opening act: Samba de uma use such (One Note Samba, 1961), in Danish sung by Preben Kaas and Jørgen Ryg as "Hva' ska' vi med kvinder ".

Oh man, I have to turn down the adjectives to make room for all that I'm excited about. Okay, there is something called Sofar Sounds, and there are people around the globe (412 cities while I'm typing) who would like to create intimate and semi-secret concerts with talented musicians in the very best places. Because they are amazing people chasing the magical live experience. No, they create it. And give it away as a gift.
It's about being on time, putting your terrible iPhone away, listening and being there and rest assured that what will be served to you secretly, will undoubtedly be wonderful.
That was part 1.
Part 2: The good place. The Cultural Botanical Garden. Wow. Have you been there? I cycled there a couple of months ago. The first time in my life. It's there - big and lush and not overly groomed. And on Saturday there is music there. And grill. So just come.
Read more about Sofar Sounds Odense here and more about this really good idea. Sofar Sounds is here.