en gång = ingen gång | två gånger = vana?

Betyder det att jag har en vana att dricka kaffe nu?

[druckit det vid två separata tillfällen på mindre än en vecka]

Kaffe. Svart.

ett skepp kommer lastat...

...med 3 intervjuer.

I want to go.

So take me home.

Don't leave me here.

2003-ish: my words on teaching

"The teaching during the previous months. I liked it.

Perhaps I will become a teacher some day."

lol

Tänk vad man kan hitta om man städar lite bland sina filer!
Är det här jag? Kanske det. Till viss del iaf.

Personlighetstyp:
Logiskt sinnade, kreativa tänkare. Kan bli mycket entusiastiska över teorier och idéer. Strävar ofta att bringa klarhet i teoretiska frågor. Värderar kunskap, logik och kompetens mycket högt. Tystlåtna och reserverade. Svåra att komma inpå livet. Individualister. Ointresserade av ledarskap och makt. Deras analytiska förmåga gör det lätt för dem att upptäcka samband som andra inte ser. Fungerar bäst när de uppmuntras att använda sin fantasi och förmåga till kritiskt tänkande.

Karriärer som skulle kunna passa:
Fysiker, kemister, biologer, fotografer, strateger, matematiker, universitetslärare, programmerare, animatörer, tekniska skribenter, ingenjörer, jurister, brottsplatsutredare, skribenter, artister, psykologer, systemvetare, utredare, besiktningsmän, lantmätare.

time?

So, after some years (11 or so, since sometime 1999) I kind of gave up. Bought a watch. Can no longer completely escape from time and its changes. Well well, if it gets too much I'll just ignore it again for some time.

"Mina tankar är det sista som ni tar."

late-winter-early-spring breeze?

I opened a window. Felt a light late-winter-early-spring breeze and that same smell. So particular for that time of the year. Still fresh air. All of a sudden I was there. Another time. Another place. Another life. 10 seconds later it was all gone again. Still more than 1m of snow outside. Still dark sky with stars. Still winter. And 2010.

Now, this is good: http://olofb.wordpress.com/2009/09/20/vadda-trafikdata/

[Lunch break = finding more interesting things to read/browse/share/etc when I really should be...eating?]

randomly...

Me: I am developing an allergy towards {xxx}, seriously
Her: i totally understand...
Me: soon I will start sneezing as I hear those two words + getting rashes if I come in contact with them physically
Her: in a while you'll start getting rashes even without physical contact, just by reading the words

Oh yes

Errare humanum est, sed perseverare diabolicum.

Forgive and forget, I forgive and forget.

gimme a forest!

Why do I have this feeling of that I would like to walk straight into a huge forest, and once I am there I would scream, scream and scream until everything feels better?

Funny thing is that I recently came across other people feeling the same, perhaps it's something in the air? ;)

"...and I scream from the top of my lungs"

populärvetenskaplig föreläsning: enterprise 2.0 :)

Spenderade det mesta av lunchen idag med att besöka en så kallad populärvetenskaplig föreläsning, Enterprise 2.0 - facebook och twitter hos företagen, av Erik Borglund. Snubblade över info om att den skulle hållas idag, tänkte att det kan vara intressant.

Filmvisning, kort fakta & historik och tankar runt enterprise 2.0 avhandlades, bland annat gavs exempel på hur användning varit framgångsrik (t ex försäkringskassan) samt ledning i vilka frågor man bör ta ställning till innan användandet verkligen blir till nytta.

Intressant om man råkar vara "webmänniska" som dessutom använder en hel del av de sociala programvarorna (som fanns med på listan) både privat, inom studier och för lite jobb...

taking off

Sitting at Arlanda, once again heading to .nl (the BC!) :)

Ran into an old professor/teacher of mine (from Luleå), here at the airport. Small world. Did some random small talk with him about things happening at that university now, and about what we have been up to since last time we ran into each others (could it have been last year when I was in Luleå visiting some people?). I wonder, is this a common thing, or just a Luleå/LTU one? This that you somehow get to know your professors/teachers to such level that you randomly talk to them when you see them off-campus, years after your last course with them?

seeing "ghosts"?

I just saw a "ghost" (perhaps "something that can not be" would be a good replacement for the word "ghost" since I don't really believe that there is such thing).

Time stopped for a second or two. So this is how it feels.

"High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits.
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide
staining his name again.
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue,
lost it to Bostik, yeah.
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill,
get into bands and gangs."

3am-ish

It is in the middle of the night and I am not sleeping. Why is that? I wonder, I wonder. I can hear the night traffic now, it is a lot less than during the day. Almost silent outside. In about two hours it will be all different as the morning rush starts. I can hear two birds singing outside of the window. The sun is pretty much up, it is full daylight outside.

I am not easily scared, been through way too much in life for that. But every now and then there is something/someone that/who gets me to seriously have a look at the world around me asking what we think that we are doing in/with it. Today this happened, again.

Like a leaf in the wind.

14 June 2009: déjà vu

If I was not as happy as I am, then I would be really sad now.

Experiencing some serious déjà vu - room is dark, window is open, sitting on the floor, can hear traffic outside, trees form dark shadows against a bright summer night sky, distant voices carried by the wind. Just like back then.

_not_ jumping

As I was walking home tonight, sometime around midnight, after a small photo session, I passed over a bridge above E4. As I did, I stopped, taking some photos of the nightly summer sky. Northern summer nights almost without darkness :D



Anyway, a grey car drives up next to me and stops, the driver opens the window on the passenger side, starting a conversation with me:

"Hey. How are you? Are you ok?" he said.
"Yep, I am just taking some photos." I replied, holding my camera up so that he could see it too.
"Oh, I thought you were doing something else, thought you were planning to jump. The daughter of a co-worker of mine jumped from this bridge couple of years ago, killing herself. Are you sure you are ok?"
"Yep, finishing and going home now." I said, and then he drove off in the other direction again.

Now when I think of it, I have to admit that it's not often you see people crawling on bridges taking photos of the summer sky, especially not around midnight. Suppose that the camera was not visible from inside of that car on some distance either...bah. Guess this guy was just one of these who cares about people in general. It just felt a bit strange, that's it.

nice, perhaps I should try this...

[taken from the local online newspaper]

email message from 1970, right...something's up ;)

Mail box apparently hides a lot of old secrets.

I would call it a serious situation if I started getting more emails sent to me claiming to have been delivered before I was born, that is. Fun what an internal time reference can do.

"prognos till kl undefined" - wh-what?

This is just such a wonderful forecast:

Listening to Anarchy in the UK (Sex Pistols) works quite well too, then I don't need such a forecast to keep me smiling.