One thing that can really get me cooking is industrial design.
Today it is the plastic little flipp on the cat-5 cable connector that after some time, at least when it is connected to a laptop that is carried around the flat, breaks off. It really grinds my gears. I have not counted, but I believe that I currently have at least five cables that are broken. The cable is probably designed to be stationary, you plug it in to a router and a computer and then you leave it, and then there would be no problem. But I can not be the only one that use a cable connected to a laptop right? It baffles me that the connector has not evolved into something sturdier. (One reason might be that most people use a wireless connection and hence circumvent the problem entirely, but I don't since I got in a fight with my isp regarding a wireless modem that they promised me over the phone but then cheated me of).
a blog about nothing
2011-12-28
2011-11-04
Feelings of guilt
Am I alone in feeling guilty walking past my regular pizza place carrying ingredients for home made pizza?
(The pizza was good, the listeria bacon that I used as an ingredient on said pizza kind of ruined it though)
(The pizza was good, the listeria bacon that I used as an ingredient on said pizza kind of ruined it though)
2011-10-29
Who are you?
Especially you who come from: http://www.dongo.org/the_netherlands-germany/list_4_en/a_dutch_street_and_a_german_street_in_category_transport.html
And why do you come from there to this little corner of the world?
And why do you come from there to this little corner of the world?
2011-10-16
Quote of the day
During lunch today Tage says:
'Hur säger man på engelska pappa? Tack för maten?'
('How do you say it in english dad? Thank you for the food?')
I was stunned.
'Hur säger man på engelska pappa? Tack för maten?'
('How do you say it in english dad? Thank you for the food?')
I was stunned.
2011-10-05
I am certain that there is a Nobel price in my future
The nurse at my doctors office told me, when I asked for some advice about my broken back, that I should eat the maximum amount of non-prescription pain pills. That I should combine paracetamol and ibuprofen (i.e. Alvedon and Ipren) to get a maximum effect. So, it came to me, the Nobel price winning idea: Making a pill that contains both substances! Alvepren! The maximum effect in One small pill! I can assure you that it would be a big seller.
I am giving the idea away to the pharmaceutical companies, but I do want the price money and a seat at the kings table!
I am giving the idea away to the pharmaceutical companies, but I do want the price money and a seat at the kings table!
2011-09-26
Stupid criminals Or maybe it is me
We took a hike through the woods today and picked some shrooms. We used our new double stroller to get to the woods and then Tage walked on his own and I carried Knut in a BabyBjörn. To stop the thieves at least a little I locked the wheel with an old lock and then left the stroller next to a well travelled path. When we got back we noticed that someone had rummaged through the contents in the stroller, probably searching for anything of value, but luckily he/she struck out. When we walked home I could not make up my mind if I thought less of the thief for going through our things or for the fact that he/she was so bad at the job that they couldn't even pick the crappy lock and steal the entire thing (which is worth muchos dineros).
And now I am blogging about it, which reminds me of the time when someone broke in and stole some petty cash from the Hilbert (the break room for the physics students in Gothenburg) store room. We laughed about that the next day, about the fact that the serious money was located just under the tray with the petty cash, and the stupid criminal had missed it. Of course the room was burgled again the next night and all the money was gone. So, if we should learn anything from that story it means that we can not take our expensive stroller out to the forest again, cause the criminal will read this and realize his/her mistake and take the entire thing the next time.
And now I am blogging about it, which reminds me of the time when someone broke in and stole some petty cash from the Hilbert (the break room for the physics students in Gothenburg) store room. We laughed about that the next day, about the fact that the serious money was located just under the tray with the petty cash, and the stupid criminal had missed it. Of course the room was burgled again the next night and all the money was gone. So, if we should learn anything from that story it means that we can not take our expensive stroller out to the forest again, cause the criminal will read this and realize his/her mistake and take the entire thing the next time.
2011-09-21
Bad parenting #2
Is there someone else than me who has thought of teaching your kid something that is entirely wrong, just for the fun of it. Something fundamental, like: dark is light and light is dark, or up is down (both of which Tage, on his own behalf, insisted on for some time). It would take a real effort to build up the conspiracy needed for the misconception to really take hold, but what a pay-off right?!?
But no, instead we try to force our son into the suit that everyone should wear, in which the room becomes dark if you turn off the light, you travel up with the elevator when in fact the elevator is gaining altitude, girls are girls and boys are boys and so on and so on. But I often contemplate saying that Yes, of course that (red) crayon is blue, just to see where it would take him.
But no, instead we try to force our son into the suit that everyone should wear, in which the room becomes dark if you turn off the light, you travel up with the elevator when in fact the elevator is gaining altitude, girls are girls and boys are boys and so on and so on. But I often contemplate saying that Yes, of course that (red) crayon is blue, just to see where it would take him.
2011-09-17
Black quote
"The black train must come and get me",
my two year old says. Kind of ominous don't you think?
my two year old says. Kind of ominous don't you think?
2011-09-10
Bad parenting
When you get upset when your kid tips over the water glass during dinner cause he was dipping his finger in it. And the reason for dipping his finger in the glass was that he wanted to do as his father did (I was dipping my finger in coffee and then in the water glass trying to form a nice 'smoke' ring in the water). Good job sending mixed messages dad (i.e. me)!
2011-09-01
You deserve better
Or at least something new. I have been totally lazy these last months. Or No, not lazy per se, more tired and unable to put anything interesting down on paper, or the paper substitute that this is. It is not that I do not have the time, I have just now been laying on my bed with a sleeping infant in the same room for the last couple of hours, doing nothing really.
I have been thinking about blogging, even started a few entries, but they all landed on the cutting room floor. As I am sure that this will.
I admire people who can formulate long imaginative texts every day, or once a week for that matter. But also those who can post nice photos as often. I have thought of doing that, posting a photo a day or something, just to get creative and do something, but My stupid brain stops me every time I try. Or rather, it is my lack of skill compared to my (maybe too) high standards that stops me (which is very stupid I know, cause come on, it is not like this is important or anything. It is not a job, I do not get paid to do this, and you do not get paid to read it (if you are not doing it at work, which some of you probably are) and no one is going to 'discover' me through this blog. No one is going to stumble in here and find my writing/photography so great that they will pay me to do it (right?)).
Anyway, that is the way that I think, I do not want to post a pic that I am not a 100 per cent satisfied with, and if I sift through my rather large collection of photos the number of 'great' ones is depressingly low. I have tried to ignore my brain and just share anyway, but have not jet succeeded. (The fact that I have all my photos on a computer without internet connection, with makes it a bit of a bother to upload stuff, sure ain´t helpin either).
I have had a much lower threshold for my texts before (they are a real mix between low points and a couple of read-worthy ones) but after a break I get some kind of a stage fright and think that everything I write must be well written, thought through, funny, note worthy, interesting and funny. But fu"k that, here goes nothing, Lets push publish and see what happens!
I have been thinking about blogging, even started a few entries, but they all landed on the cutting room floor. As I am sure that this will.
I admire people who can formulate long imaginative texts every day, or once a week for that matter. But also those who can post nice photos as often. I have thought of doing that, posting a photo a day or something, just to get creative and do something, but My stupid brain stops me every time I try. Or rather, it is my lack of skill compared to my (maybe too) high standards that stops me (which is very stupid I know, cause come on, it is not like this is important or anything. It is not a job, I do not get paid to do this, and you do not get paid to read it (if you are not doing it at work, which some of you probably are) and no one is going to 'discover' me through this blog. No one is going to stumble in here and find my writing/photography so great that they will pay me to do it (right?)).
Anyway, that is the way that I think, I do not want to post a pic that I am not a 100 per cent satisfied with, and if I sift through my rather large collection of photos the number of 'great' ones is depressingly low. I have tried to ignore my brain and just share anyway, but have not jet succeeded. (The fact that I have all my photos on a computer without internet connection, with makes it a bit of a bother to upload stuff, sure ain´t helpin either).
I have had a much lower threshold for my texts before (they are a real mix between low points and a couple of read-worthy ones) but after a break I get some kind of a stage fright and think that everything I write must be well written, thought through, funny, note worthy, interesting and funny. But fu"k that, here goes nothing, Lets push publish and see what happens!
2011-06-14
Epiphany
We took a weekend trip to our capital to cash in one of our wedding gifts - a visit to Fotografiska including dinner, a sleepover and great company.
After a lunch at the herring wagon at Slussen we went down to the docks to wait for our friends. Sitting there we noticed a boat that acted a bit odd. It just bobbed about doing nothing special and I got confused. Our view was blocked by a couple of boats, one of which is acting as a hostel I believe, just to set the scene for you. (I could have shared a photo of our actual view, including the oddly behaving boat, but for some reason I only had my old analog Minolta with me and I have not yet developed the film). Then a second and third boat came about and did more or less the same. 'Odd' I thought.
After a while a whole bunch of different boats came from under the bridge and headed out towards the ocean. 'That was also odd' my mind said and tried to come up with a reason why so many boats would come at the same time, maybe they were involved in a race (but that really did not add up, usually boat races are more homogeneous - these boats were very dissimilar).
After a little while, the oddly behaving boats started to move in the opposite direction (as opposed to the strange boat race) and this is the moment where I had an epiphany. Is it possible that there actually is a lock (=sluss) at Slussen??? Oh yes. Sometimes I am so darn clever (or if we turn it around - most of the time I am so darn dense).
After a lunch at the herring wagon at Slussen we went down to the docks to wait for our friends. Sitting there we noticed a boat that acted a bit odd. It just bobbed about doing nothing special and I got confused. Our view was blocked by a couple of boats, one of which is acting as a hostel I believe, just to set the scene for you. (I could have shared a photo of our actual view, including the oddly behaving boat, but for some reason I only had my old analog Minolta with me and I have not yet developed the film). Then a second and third boat came about and did more or less the same. 'Odd' I thought.
After a while a whole bunch of different boats came from under the bridge and headed out towards the ocean. 'That was also odd' my mind said and tried to come up with a reason why so many boats would come at the same time, maybe they were involved in a race (but that really did not add up, usually boat races are more homogeneous - these boats were very dissimilar).
After a little while, the oddly behaving boats started to move in the opposite direction (as opposed to the strange boat race) and this is the moment where I had an epiphany. Is it possible that there actually is a lock (=sluss) at Slussen??? Oh yes. Sometimes I am so darn clever (or if we turn it around - most of the time I am so darn dense).
2011-06-05
2011-05-31
2011-05-24
(censored) her!
Just as I was entering a building the other day I happened to overhear a mother talking to her four year old. He said something on the line of 'Hey, there is the mail man, do you think we will get some mail?´ Her retort was a snide remark that I was obviously meant to hear that basically said that 'We will probably not get something cause those guys are so useless that they deliver the mail wrong almost all the time'.
I stopped in my tracks and almost confronted her. And I should have, I should just have turned to her and asked, 'Sorry, I could not help overhearing, is there something that I do wrong? Have I delivered your mail to the wrong door by misstake?' in a pleasant tone of voice and with a nice smile. Instead I continued through the door, got in the elevator and started fuming over her remark and the fact that I was to chicken to confront her.
Now all I can say is (censored) that (censored). (censored) her. I take my job bloody serious and I am meticulous about getting the right letters delivered to the right recipient. Errors can of course occur, especially if I think, e.g., that Johnsson, M, lives with Johnsson, K while they actually lives with Johnsson, B. (A little note on the door might fix that problem by the way. We mail men are capable of reading, telepathy though, is seldom our strongest ability.)
If she had just told me that, 'sorry, my mail often gets mixed up with Johnsson's on the second floor, could you please be more careful', I would have cared, I would even have felt really bad for the mistake, Maybe I would have lost sleep over it even, but now - (censored) her and her bloody problems.
I stopped in my tracks and almost confronted her. And I should have, I should just have turned to her and asked, 'Sorry, I could not help overhearing, is there something that I do wrong? Have I delivered your mail to the wrong door by misstake?' in a pleasant tone of voice and with a nice smile. Instead I continued through the door, got in the elevator and started fuming over her remark and the fact that I was to chicken to confront her.
Now all I can say is (censored) that (censored). (censored) her. I take my job bloody serious and I am meticulous about getting the right letters delivered to the right recipient. Errors can of course occur, especially if I think, e.g., that Johnsson, M, lives with Johnsson, K while they actually lives with Johnsson, B. (A little note on the door might fix that problem by the way. We mail men are capable of reading, telepathy though, is seldom our strongest ability.)
If she had just told me that, 'sorry, my mail often gets mixed up with Johnsson's on the second floor, could you please be more careful', I would have cared, I would even have felt really bad for the mistake, Maybe I would have lost sleep over it even, but now - (censored) her and her bloody problems.
2011-04-30
Headlines
I got a letter for a company called 'wang somethingsomething' the other day, and since the address was not correct I searched for the recipient trying to find out what to do with the letter. Googeling 'wang eskilstuna', I found this:
The perfect name for that particular profession.
At the time I found it hilarious.
The perfect name for that particular profession.
At the time I found it hilarious.
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