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Pearls of Wisdom (or The Unnamed Post)

Had an internal struggle with myself regarding what kind of blog post to write today. “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter–tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning– So we beat […]

2013 – all but the same procedure as every year, part II

Oh my, I had no idea you would find my year so interesting. Views on my blog peaked yesterday, and I’ve been receiving FB-messages all night from people waiting to read the rest of it. I’m all what?… I just like writing, that’s all.. But I’m glad to see you like reading what I write, […]

2013 – all but the same procedure as every year…

Eat, sleep, and be merry. That was my plan for the Christmas week gone by. And that was pretty much how it went down. I slept more than ten hours per night the first two nights – surviving on less than six hours per night every single night during the four weeks leading up to […]

Often it’s the last key on the keyring that opens the lock

The month of walks down memory lane is over, and I’ve made more than a few interesting notions. Not really sure what to do with most of them yet, but I guess I will figure it out eventually. It’s been fairly interesting, to say the least, to meet and greet people from various parts of […]

Happiness is… (or Walking down Memory Lane part deux)

Had my second walk down memory lane yesterday and found some unexpected truths along the way. For instance, there is a huge difference between “some things never change, yet nothing’s the same” and “everything changes, yet everyone’s the same”. Did I enjoy myself? Sure I did. It was.. nice. Did I think it was a […]

Walking down memory lane

It’s been said that good friends are like stars; you don’t always see them, but that doesn’t mean they’re not there. People you once shared your life with, more or less, but hardly ever see these days. But when you do see them, it’s like no time at all has passed. Earlier this autumn, I […]

Stories only happen to those who are able to tell them

The headline for today’s post is stolen from a blog I follow. I have lost count on how many times I’ve felt the urge to steal that tag line… Settling for using it for a single post instead. Seeing this hilarious picture on Facebook yesterday threw me back in time, and had me laughing for […]


stockholm. now there’s a place with some messed up memories. i have somewhat of a love-hate relationship with that city, weird stuff always seem to happen there. or on the way there. i used to think it was on the way there, so i begun always chosing the air instead of the sea, but lately […]

the tradition

every christmas, on the 22nd or 23rd, my dad and i would go on tour. we would fill the car with flower arrangements, boxes of chocolate and gifts i had carefully wrapped. i would wear a christmas hat and dad would worry it was too cold. after checking the batteries in the flash light (one […]

a place called gerby, part deux

when mum moved she of course took her 42” flat screen tv with her. i don’t think i had realised how big it was until last friday when i carried down my old 21” fat-tv and placed it on the tv-table in the livingroom so that i could watch the france-uruguay match. i kid you […]

about baptising a bike…

i’ve always been a firm believer in the fact that any reason to party is a good reason. so when i got myself a new bike a couple of years ago i decided to have it baptised since that would be a perfect reason for a summer picnic…  some friends showed up because they are […]