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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A08NQ3ozfip7ImA9Wx5TE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031</id><updated>2010-07-28T19:58:12.486+02:00</updated><title>per spective</title><subtitle type="html">strictly Stromsjo</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/stromsjo/eaDM" /><feedburner:info uri="stromsjo/eadm" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGQXs9cSp7ImA9WxFWGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-7649430331444389589</id><published>2010-06-07T19:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:07:00.569+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-07T19:07:00.569+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>thanks for asking</title><content type="html">Monday 2.30AM among high-rise buildings in the eastern, commercial part of &lt;i&gt;Kista&lt;/i&gt;. Silence. Next to a quiet, empty six-lane road, a man is squatting. A police car drives up and the officers realize what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;- Hi! Are you getting any good photographs tonight?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As a matter of fact I wasn't. The sky was boring and the mood wasn't right. But thanks for asking. Thanks for being there for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-7649430331444389589?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/ZgOb0ICp6Pc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/7649430331444389589/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=7649430331444389589" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/7649430331444389589?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/7649430331444389589?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/ZgOb0ICp6Pc/thanks-for-asking.html" title="thanks for asking" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2010/06/thanks-for-asking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8AQHc8eip7ImA9WxFRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-6006647539735784926</id><published>2010-05-01T07:01:00.021+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:20:41.972+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-01T08:20:41.972+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="go see" /><title>one picture at a time</title><content type="html">Half a century of creative imagery by Swedish photographer &lt;i&gt;Gunnar Smoliansky&lt;/i&gt; has been summarized in the exhibition &lt;i&gt;One picture at a time&lt;/i&gt; ("En bild i taget") which can &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/stromsjo/status/12657208510" target="_blank"&gt;be seen&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;i&gt;Dunkers kulturhus&lt;/i&gt;, Helsingborg. Always in monochrome, often minimalistic compositions in soft gray-scales, sometimes grainy, he explores his neighborhood, conceptualizing everyday scenes in Stockholm. The same street intersection gets revisited time and time again, decade after decade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is artistic photography at a level I cannot even relate to. How could I? I don't have his talent, I don't have his technical skills, I don't have 50+ years of experience in the field.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Smoliansky has been dubbed a "strolling photographer". In my opinion, that has got to be misleading. Just because we recognize the street where a photo has been taken does not mean it was snapped while passing by, the way we do. Far from it. This man has spent a lifetime patiently awaiting the right moment, exploring what we don't even notice, carefully capturing it - &lt;i&gt;one picture at a time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;- If it's one thing I can't stand it's having others within view while I'm working with a picture, asking what I'm doing&lt;/i&gt; - Smoliansky explains.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There, finally, is something even I can relate to! I &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; recognize spending hours chasing a particular image, wanting to be left alone while pursuing this strange activity. Now, whether you're an amateur (like me) or not, be sure not to miss the work of &lt;a href="http://www.gunnarsmoliansky.se/" target="_blank"&gt;Gunnar Smoliansky&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-6006647539735784926?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/zKMfiBwiVQU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/6006647539735784926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=6006647539735784926" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/6006647539735784926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/6006647539735784926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/zKMfiBwiVQU/one-picture-at-time.html" title="one picture at a time" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2010/05/one-picture-at-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IARH0yeCp7ImA9WxFSF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-8749481762921821540</id><published>2010-04-20T23:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:39:05.390+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-20T23:39:05.390+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>know me by my work</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;- This is so yummy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The cook looks at me and smiles. &lt;i&gt;I shouldn't say that&lt;/i&gt; - he adds - &lt;i&gt;since I cooked this myself but there's just so much love behind this dish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He's an artist in his own right, trying to make a living in a competitive climate where not every restaurant will comply with taxation laws. Somehow, his words moved me. Pure, simple pride in a work well done. I wish him a successful year and many delighted lunch guests in the golf restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-8749481762921821540?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/Hifk9s8ov90" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/8749481762921821540/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=8749481762921821540" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/8749481762921821540?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/8749481762921821540?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/Hifk9s8ov90/know-me-by-my-work.html" title="know me by my work" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2010/04/know-me-by-my-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUEQn4_eyp7ImA9WxBUF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-4991502836462825815</id><published>2010-03-04T21:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:56:43.043+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-04T21:56:43.043+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Kafka by bus</title><content type="html">Bus 540 heading for &lt;i&gt;Universitetet&lt;/i&gt; makes a stop at &lt;i&gt;Råsta&lt;/i&gt; by the bus garage. Our driver will go off his shift and someone will replace him. Four (4) drivers wait at the bus stop, cheerfully chatting about this and that. One by one they enter the bus asking each other which one of them is going to drive this bus. &lt;i&gt;Negative.&lt;/i&gt; They're all passengers-to-be, going home after a long day at work or just commuting to another place where they will pick up another bus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Picture this: a bus with some thirty frustrated passengers, four drivers and no one takes the wheel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two of the non-drivers moan about missing their train connections in &lt;i&gt;Ulriksdal&lt;/i&gt;. So did I.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Enter modern technology. The administrative staff in the garage suddenly receive scores of messages over radio and cell phone, each of them evidently emanating from this same bus. The administrative lady subjected to this burst of information successfully dispatches a fifth driver (the one who should have been here from the beginning) and he makes a run across snow and ice. By the time he arrives one of the four non-drivers has decided that enough is enough and assumed the driver's position. The real driver barely manages to catch the bus (as a passenger) when it finally continues from &lt;i&gt;Råsta&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A minute later the garage calls to check that all is well and the real driver confirms that he has successfully taken the wheel. Which he has not, he is standing among all the other non-drivers at the front of the bus but now we're finally under way. And after a few more &lt;i&gt;dare-devil&lt;/i&gt; runs across snow and ice plus the additional benefit of a two-minute delay for the commuter train I believe we all made it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A surreal moment in the life of a commuter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-4991502836462825815?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/XT4YDWJvx2Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/4991502836462825815/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=4991502836462825815" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/4991502836462825815?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/4991502836462825815?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/XT4YDWJvx2Y/kafka-by-bus.html" title="Kafka by bus" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2010/03/kafka-by-bus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BQH45eCp7ImA9WxBXGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-4550415908779870888</id><published>2010-01-31T12:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:20:51.020+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-31T12:20:51.020+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risk" /><title>home sweet home</title><content type="html">Meanwhile in a small house, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;
Days are still short so the lights go on and off. One of them stays on all night until sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;
The house signals warmth and comfort in the coldest of months. &lt;br /&gt;
No doubt busy residents are happily pursuing their daily routines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's just one thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Outside, around the little house and all the way up to the small road nearby lays a thick blanket of untouched snow. Half a meter of accumulated precipitation is proof beyond reasonable doubt that noone has been walking to or from the house for a month. At least.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;So, who are you kidding?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-4550415908779870888?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/mXYh0P4IfH0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/4550415908779870888/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=4550415908779870888" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/4550415908779870888?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/4550415908779870888?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/mXYh0P4IfH0/home-sweet-home.html" title="home sweet home" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2010/01/home-sweet-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFQH8yeCp7ImA9WxBSGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-5549969088238634068</id><published>2009-12-26T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T19:20:11.190+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-26T19:20:11.190+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>five years later</title><content type="html">Swedish Commissioner &lt;i&gt;Margot Wallström&lt;/i&gt; is stepping down after five years at the forefront of the European Union. (Ten, actually, but the most recent five years as First Vice President.) &lt;i&gt;Prime Minister Persson&lt;/i&gt; appointed her and since the two of them are known to get a long about as good as... well, folks who don't get along terribly well... there was a lot of speculation about his getting rid of her from the domestic scene. Be that as it may, she has been a great Commissioner - effectively helping promote openness and as a side-effect contributing to a more positive view of the Union back in Sweden and throughout Europe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her &lt;a href="http://blogs.ec.europa.eu/wallstrom/blogging-2/" target="_blank"&gt;retrospective blog post&lt;/a&gt; looking back at these five years got me started thinking about my own humble presence in the world of web logs. I &lt;a href="http://www.stromsjo.se/2005/02/yet-another-blog.html"&gt;started writing&lt;/a&gt; in February 2005, also five years ago. One key driver was an interest in politics from a conservative perspective. Finding your own party in opposition creates energy and a passionate urge to make your point. Then - all of a sudden and when enough people have successfully been making their points - your party is in fact forming a government! Not having PM Persson to kick around anymore plus the disillusion which comes from realizing that your party will in fact not deliver a lot of what you had been hoping for can effectively dampen the political drive and so I find myself now writing about entirely different things - or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My posts are few and far-between and that doesn't bother me, I have never accepted the idea that one has to keep writing constantly regardless of whether one actually has anything to say or not. Updating infrequently was a nuisance in the old days when the reader used a static bookmark and had to randomly probe and visit to see if anything had been written. These days we subscribe to a feed so anyone can see if there's new content to be read at the moment without having to visit first.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now we're heading into an election year again and I'll gladly leave that particular scene to others. I may however occasionally have something to say about risk, photography or life itself. Or something else - &lt;a href="http://www.stromsjo.se/2007/05/what-happened.html"&gt;we do change&lt;/a&gt; as we grow older, you know. So feel free to bear with me and stay tuned for another year. &lt;i&gt;Have a happy one!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-5549969088238634068?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/ko7gWSpvp7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/5549969088238634068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=5549969088238634068" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/5549969088238634068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/5549969088238634068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/ko7gWSpvp7Q/five-years-later.html" title="five years later" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/12/five-years-later.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ERHwyfSp7ImA9WxNaFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-533874660335648079</id><published>2009-11-28T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:15:05.295+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-28T17:15:05.295+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risk" /><title>crime and punishment</title><content type="html">I've had the opportunity to study a bit of criminology during this semester. I'm aiming for a refreshing perspective on my home turf - risk and security. Sort of getting into the minds of malicious individuals out there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Crime has been around as long as there have been laws but criminology in a modern sense is a surprisingly young topic of research. A 19th century Italian doctor-turned-professor - &lt;i&gt;Lombroso&lt;/i&gt; - is generally regarded its pioneer. So criminology is young and maybe not entirely mature yet. Numerous schools still coexist and they each have their preferred model, trying to explain deviant behavior (or conformity for that matter!) in a biological, economic or maybe psychological context. Or even deconstructing crime itself into a haze of postmodern subjectivity: "there's no way of understanding an objective reality so let's stop trying!".&lt;br /&gt;
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Not every theory is enlightening and some seem hopelessly obsolete. I'm amazed to learn that there are still &lt;i&gt;Marxists&lt;/i&gt; around, for instance. But the dynamic mix of contradictory views, many of which appearing to be based on at least a certain amount of solid reasoning, is very interesting. To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-533874660335648079?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/Fx_VECgLoZk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/533874660335648079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=533874660335648079" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/533874660335648079?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/533874660335648079?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/Fx_VECgLoZk/crime-and-punishment.html" title="crime and punishment" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/11/crime-and-punishment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYDRnk9fCp7ImA9WxNXEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-5946708286665309339</id><published>2009-09-27T19:39:00.034+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:46:17.764+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T20:46:17.764+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>ferdinand &amp; the chainsaw massacre</title><content type="html">I would never make a good gardener, let alone farmer. Deciding on matters of life and death for plants and animals - naw, that would take some getting used to for a semi-sentimental fool like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since life has bestowed me a small cottage with a few surrounding square meters of what used to be a garden, I'd have to assume some minimalistic attitude of responsibility towards this Land of Mine. And since said cottage has been blessed with more trees than what's good for it (or its neighbours) I have established sort of a yearly tradition of inviting a team of arborists to "scope the problem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're real pro's, I'm mighty impressed. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scope&lt;/span&gt; they do, indeed. Three visits in as many years have reduced seven fairly proud trees into:&lt;br /&gt;a) one pile of twigs being burnt in November&lt;br /&gt;b) one pile of firewood being donated to neighbours&lt;br /&gt;c) one tree stump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not that proud... This year's trio did in fact turn out to be marked by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tree rot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't quite get used to Deciding. &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pear tree&lt;/span&gt; finds a place to live, grows, delivers fruits and leaves for well over a century... and one sunny morning it gets chopped up in no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a merry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chainsaw massacre&lt;/span&gt;. Disintegrated into those three categories of remnants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Wham, bam, kindly pay at the counter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never make a good gardener. In the words of good old &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGTVRbpAuRo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" &gt;Ferdinand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;I think I'll just &lt;em&gt;sit here&lt;/em&gt;  and &lt;em&gt;smell&lt;/em&gt; the flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-5946708286665309339?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/GRXnPQkVByY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/5946708286665309339/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=5946708286665309339" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/5946708286665309339?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/5946708286665309339?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/GRXnPQkVByY/ferdinand-chainsaw-massacre.html" title="ferdinand &amp; the chainsaw massacre" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/09/ferdinand-chainsaw-massacre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkANQ3g8eSp7ImA9WxNSFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-6217497894581562892</id><published>2009-08-28T23:59:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:06:32.671+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-29T01:06:32.671+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risk" /><title>on frogs and trust</title><content type="html">It's been said that  a frog placed in cold water that is slowly heated will not perceive the danger and will thus be cooked to death. Be that as it may, gradual changes are interesting and important. One such gradual change is the deteriorating social climate in our societies. We don't trust our neighbor anymore and - surprise! - he doesn't trust us either. This change has taken place within a few decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago people hardly locked their doors. If they did the lock was primitive by today's standards and sometimes the key was put under the door mat. Today we get ourselves security doors and all sorts of locks and alarms. Why the sudden need for all these protective measures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid growing up in a suburb we used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; to and from school. My Mom accompanied me for a week or two when I began school at age six - that was it. Nowadays a growing number of kids are being driven to and from school and my guess is that they are no more handicapped than we were. As long as the school is nearby, they could easily walk too but their parents don't want them to. Why is this? What are we trying to protect them from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a well-known photo from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geneva&lt;/span&gt; in 1955 where a friendly-looking policeman is "guarding" a summit between U.S. President &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eisenhower&lt;/span&gt; and the Soviet leader &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khrushchev&lt;/span&gt;. I suppose he had a couple of colleagues back at the station as well. Just how many policemen are needed today to protect any EU summit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A football game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say there's a trend emerging here and it's not a pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the frog would in fact jump out of the kettle. But what about us? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why don't I hear any debate at all about these changes which have taken place during the course of a couple of generations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-6217497894581562892?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/jtNAogWqNRU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/6217497894581562892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=6217497894581562892" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/6217497894581562892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/6217497894581562892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/jtNAogWqNRU/on-frogs-and-trust.html" title="on frogs and trust" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/08/on-frogs-and-trust.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cNQ389eCp7ImA9WxJbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-6229094074579148693</id><published>2009-07-30T21:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:18:12.160+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-30T22:18:12.160+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>the happier meal</title><content type="html">I'm pretty impressed by McDonald's. Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; chain of restaurants. Granted, it's not the best venue for a candle-light dinner date. It's hardly a place for unique gourmet experiences. Their wine list is the shortest available on the market. Then again, they never claimed to be everything to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the restaurant is clean, their opening hours are generous, the staff is friendly, the food is not expensive and - in spite of what we've been told and unless you're a vegetarian - they have plenty of dishes for a nutritiously balanced menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned there are three simple rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* avoid the soft drinks - we eat too much sugar anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* stay away from the desserts - same reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* nothing from the deep fryer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My respect for McDonald's goes way back. I'm old enough to remember those days when it was all but impossible to find a restaurant without guests smoking at their tables. Guess who were the first among Swedish restaurants to ban smoking? Yep. And that's what you would expect from a leader in quality, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-6229094074579148693?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/YWwNzPkxEIk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/6229094074579148693/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=6229094074579148693" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/6229094074579148693?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/6229094074579148693?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/YWwNzPkxEIk/happier-meal.html" title="the happier meal" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/07/happier-meal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIMQ3Y-fSp7ImA9WxJVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-7465332053896251568</id><published>2009-06-28T18:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:56:22.855+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-28T22:56:22.855+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risk" /><title>kids of all ages</title><content type="html">They say that kids have a different perspective on time. Rewards (or punishments) have to appear in close connection to whatever has been done or the kid won't be able to associate cause with effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the rest of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us lead a destructive lifestyle. We eat too much, exercise too little and some of us insist on smoking as well. Why? Well, the negative effects aren't immediately apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us ignore safety while driving. Speeds are too high, margin between vehicles too short. Generosity is not the first word that comes to mind on the E4 motorway. Why is this? Well, in all likelihood the risky driver won't directly cause a crash on this particular day. So, he seems to think, let's worry about tomorrow when that day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a society, we know pretty well by now that our lifestyle is not sustainable. In a matter of a generation or two we're in for pretty drastic changes. Now, will any politician talk straight about climate change in next year's general election? About not flying unless necessary. About choosing local produce at the supermarket. About that car of ours. Hardly a vote-winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grown-up&lt;/span&gt; are we in fact?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-7465332053896251568?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/7HMQ4MIV63E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/7465332053896251568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=7465332053896251568" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/7465332053896251568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/7465332053896251568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/7HMQ4MIV63E/kids-of-all-ages.html" title="kids of all ages" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/06/kids-of-all-ages.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04FRH4zeyp7ImA9WxJQFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-4103224763554768566</id><published>2009-05-28T21:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:45:15.083+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-28T21:45:15.083+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risk" /><title>legally yours</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A funny thing happened on the way home. I was pleasantly surprised by our bus driver. We got a smooth ride, very professional indeed. A conscientious, planned style behind the wheel. And not only that - it was perfectly legal. Imagine that! Speed limits where adhered to all the way. I had given up on that ever happening on an SL bus. This guy should have a medal and he could certainly teach his colleagues a thing or two. Oh, and one more thing. We did arrive on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/stockholm" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-4103224763554768566?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/5OsCRWnEVjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/4103224763554768566/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=4103224763554768566" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/4103224763554768566?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/4103224763554768566?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/5OsCRWnEVjQ/legally-yours.html" title="legally yours" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/05/legally-yours.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYBR3k5fSp7ImA9WxJTE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-1248970913797586702</id><published>2009-04-21T22:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:52:36.725+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-21T22:52:36.725+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>with love from Luleå</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somewhere in a unique land of fear, yearning, death and love, writer-director-actor &lt;a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Staffan_Westerberg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staffan Westerberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has done it again. With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selma och Ågust&lt;/span&gt; at Stadsteatern, this remarkable man together with a capable ensemble of actors and musicians once again captures our imagination, dancing along the abyss from the women's restroom at the Nobel Banquet to the nursing home where nothing matters any more (and, as if that wasn't enough, they're serving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pancake&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"don't mention that dish!"&lt;/span&gt;). Smiles and tears and standing ovations. Theater simply doesn't get any better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/teater" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/theatre" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-1248970913797586702?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/_hMO1Nn1KM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/1248970913797586702/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=1248970913797586702" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/1248970913797586702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/1248970913797586702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/_hMO1Nn1KM8/with-love-from-lulea.html" title="with love from Luleå" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/04/with-love-from-lulea.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACRXs9eCp7ImA9WxVUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-3104245133488462834</id><published>2009-03-23T11:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:39:24.560+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-23T16:39:24.560+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risk" /><title>tilt</title><content type="html">The Earth's axis is tilted roughly 23° from the orbital plane. That's why we have seasons. Beginning last Friday, the northern hemisphere tips toward the Sun. More daylight, more warmth, more mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts of the landscape are pretty tilted as well. My cottage happens to be situated in a slope, an observation which reoccurs whenever I have to pull the lawn mover around. Or, indeed, at spring time. Snow turns into water and - ever since Newton - water (as well as an apple) ends up at the bottom of hills - having first flown by my house of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, spring is the time of year when the mind is tilted towards warmer activities including shoveling around parts of the garden into its rightful positions after being relocated by an improvised creek which once again decided to materialize on that tilted land of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/tilt" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/tilt" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-3104245133488462834?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/jaTwI4dqFZ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/3104245133488462834/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=3104245133488462834" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/3104245133488462834?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/3104245133488462834?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/jaTwI4dqFZ8/tilt.html" title="tilt" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/03/tilt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ARHgzcCp7ImA9WxVWGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-4266512329438202175</id><published>2009-02-28T23:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:40:45.688+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-28T23:40:45.688+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweden" /><title>radio douze points</title><content type="html">It's all in the assumptions. Public service television assumes that they have to chase viewer ratings just like commercial channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they take a classic music event like the EuroSong qualification, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melodifestivalen&lt;/span&gt;, and chop it up into bits and pieces. Away goes the orchestra. And so we find ourselves, week after week, left with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ragout&lt;/span&gt; of first chances, phone votes, second chances, sing-back, duels, infantile hosts and international jury selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not saying music was necessarily better in the old days. I'm saying there's a lot of good music today which disappears in this chaotic format. Fortunately, radio has been invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/melodifestivalen" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/eurosong" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-4266512329438202175?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/IvdJDPJBJ14" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/4266512329438202175/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=4266512329438202175" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/4266512329438202175?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/4266512329438202175?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/IvdJDPJBJ14/radio-douze-points.html" title="radio douze points" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/02/radio-douze-points.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCRXc5eSp7ImA9WxVSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-1258705935549591136</id><published>2009-01-09T21:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:24:24.921+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-09T22:24:24.921+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>life after a date</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got my first camera back in October 2000. I was heading for my second Italian vacation and didn't want to come back empty-handed again. Photography seemed technically complex and just too difficult so I hadn't developed (!) an interest before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky coincidence #1: Enter the era of digital photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; seem a whole lot simpler although quite costly. You don't want to know what I paid for my first equipment, a point-and-shoot with a memory capacity of 64 megabytes. So I finally decided to have a go at the photogenic hobby. My mindset was that of a beginner and rightfully so. I was aiming to document family, vacations, the cottage, ordinary stuff. Printed copies and created albums. No need for a computer just to look at my photos. Oh no. I superimposed dates on all my photos to keep track of them. Worked like a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interest grew. I paid another fortune for a few additional memory sticks, began traveling extensively within Sweden and spent lots of time snapping photos. In early 2005 my camera was literally worn out. It had served me well but after more than 10000 shots under all sorts of conditions the quality began to fade and it really sounded tired. Or maybe I was beginning to require more? Probably a bit of both. So I got myself another compact. Still a simple model (mind you, a lot cheaper after 4+ years). After all, I was just a beginner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with a couple of friends I began photo-walking through Stockholm and the idea came up to somehow showcase the results of our efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky coincidence #2: Blogs were emerging as a simple yet powerful medium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so &lt;a href="http://www.stockholmbypixels.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pixels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was born in October 2005. Now I had a mission. I should learn more about my home town, write, snap photos and present them on a regular basis together with our team. A great way to improve my skills while having fun. Some folks asked about that superimposed date. But it stayed. After all, I was still a beginner so it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 10000+ photos later I'm into my ninth year of photography. Someone noted that I'm not exactly a beginner anymore. She did have a point. Now, what I don't know about photography could fill a library. I never attended a course, never read a book on the topic. I haven't even tried using a system camera, let alone owned one. But I like to play with light and colours, angles and movement. I'd like to learn how to take more artistic photos. I no longer confine the results of my excursions to the private album. I enjoy publishing photos on the web, getting feedback and new insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I want to take the next step. Start experimenting with slightly more sophisticated equipment. Reaching out to a wider audience. Oh, and that superimposed date? Would you mind if I skipped it? In fact, I did on January 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/nyb%C3%B6rjare" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/beginner" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-1258705935549591136?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/a4Txt_Y8AX0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/1258705935549591136/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=1258705935549591136" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/1258705935549591136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/1258705935549591136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/a4Txt_Y8AX0/life-after-date.html" title="life after a date" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2009/01/life-after-date.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNQnY8eip7ImA9WxRaGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-6895527285599276956</id><published>2008-12-21T22:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:21:33.872+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-21T22:21:33.872+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>new proven effect</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Coca Cola Light appeared some 25+ years ago and is still with us. During all these years it has been constantly reinvented. Whenever you buy a can, be sure to notice that this is in fact a new, improved recipe. Even the name changes. Light, Diet, Zero, yada-yada. Coca Cola is one of the most successful brands in our time. Why the company would tarnish its reputation with this constant experimenting is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conservative Swedish moderate party has decided to ditch most of its traditional views. Instead they have started to "listen". Out of this listening comes a mainstream political agenda, designed to win elections. Yesterday's convictions didn't bring about success so let's get ourselves some new ones instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Those are my principles, and if you don't like them... well, I have others"  (Groucho Marx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my toothpaste. I'm relying on an old brand which has been around forever. Well, for ages at least. No, not my tube. The brand. Please pay attention. On my current tube I read "new proven effect". Whether it's a good or bad effect, who proved it and why this vintage brand would need new effects at all isn't immediately clear to me but I'm sure there's a lot of marketing communication theory behind this kind of blurb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's all this about then? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change we can believe in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/f%C3%B6r%C3%A4ndring" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/change" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-6895527285599276956?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/R6t_qs1bCw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/6895527285599276956/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=6895527285599276956" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/6895527285599276956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/6895527285599276956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/R6t_qs1bCw8/new-proven-effect.html" title="new proven effect" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2008/12/new-proven-effect.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAAQnw_fCp7ImA9WxRUE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-1865032719710717428</id><published>2008-11-21T22:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:25:43.244+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-21T22:25:43.244+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweden" /><title>stop wasting my money</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why on earth is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stockholm City Council&lt;/span&gt; the main &lt;a href="http://www.sll.se/SiteSeeker/ShowCache.aspx?url=http%3a%2f%2fwww.sll.se%2fHandlingar%2fLandstingsstyrelsen%2f2007%2fls071219%2ftjut0636.pdf&amp;amp;query=filharmonikerna&amp;amp;ilang=sv" target="_blank"&gt;sponsor&lt;/a&gt; of our local philharmonic orchestra? Their mandate is about health care and public transportation for well over a million residents. OK. We've got good health care and good public transportation but there are so many in need in this city, so many holes to pour additional money into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I appreciate the local philharmonics. In fact, I'm a regular visitor at their concerts and have been for a quarter of a century. But let me pay for my own tickets and concentrate on your core business, dear city council.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/landsting" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/stockholm" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-1865032719710717428?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/oOxg_JRl-Ng" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/1865032719710717428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=1865032719710717428" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/1865032719710717428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/1865032719710717428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/oOxg_JRl-Ng/stop-wasting-my-money.html" title="stop wasting my money" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2008/11/stop-wasting-my-money.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHQXw6cCp7ImA9WxRQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-5913836875959028024</id><published>2008-10-13T19:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:48:50.218+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T19:48:50.218+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>too much of a good thing</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we bought the cottage some 40+ years back it was basically an old apple garden. We were told that no one had taken care of it for decades and so it looked. So half of the trees were cut down and the rest were given the responsibility to decorate the premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose these trees are approaching the age of a hundred years but they don't show any signs of fading away. Granted, the "decorating" functionality is limited. But they do produce apples. Good apples. Lots of apples. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ridiculous amounts of apples, in fact.&lt;/span&gt; So friends and neighbors get their share, we eat apple cake as often as we can and fail miserably at consuming this fruit, most of which ends up being disposed of among other garden waste. Animals, big and small, can look forward to their standard cuisine during the winter.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bon appetit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/%C3%A4pple" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/apple" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-5913836875959028024?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/okBkzQTwvfU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/5913836875959028024/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=5913836875959028024" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/5913836875959028024?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/5913836875959028024?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/okBkzQTwvfU/too-much-of-good-thing.html" title="too much of a good thing" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2008/10/too-much-of-good-thing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4BQXg6eCp7ImA9WxRTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-3659095193747597607</id><published>2008-09-02T22:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:55:50.610+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-02T22:55:50.610+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>packing one's belongings, to be continued</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why does packing take so long? Assembling some everyday things for the kind of domestic trip I've done so many times. No kids, no animals, no nothing. Just my stuff. Some clothes, some music to go, something to read. How difficult can it be? I spend a week thinking about it. A day preparing for it. And finally another day actually doing it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The packing.&lt;/span&gt; And at eleven pm the darn suitcase is still not ready. Camera batteries not yet charged. Do I bring the umbrella or not? Oh, probably. But it doesn't fit in the briefcase (well it does but not with my laptop in it) so I'd have to stove it away in the big one. Which obviously won't be around when I actually need the umbrella. Gah! And it's so boring. I'll do some blogging instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/packa" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/packing" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-3659095193747597607?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/9vpKZDKz7-I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/3659095193747597607/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=3659095193747597607" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/3659095193747597607?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/3659095193747597607?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/9vpKZDKz7-I/packing-ones-belongings-to-be-continued.html" title="packing one's belongings, to be continued" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2008/09/packing-ones-belongings-to-be-continued.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CQHs-fip7ImA9WxdUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-2296940822705860861</id><published>2008-08-01T07:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:01:01.556+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-01T07:01:01.556+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>likewise</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;A paradox can be an apparently true statement or group of statements that leads to a contradiction or a situation which defies intuition; or it can be, seemingly opposite, an apparent contradiction that actually expresses a non-dual truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehm well, OK thanks &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paradox" target="_blank"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. I think I'll try to elaborate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few apparent contradictions I've noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people than ever carry photographic devices. Still, as a photographer I'm more often questioned about what, who and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people than ever choose to interact socially over the web. We like to leave digital footprints in discussion groups, blogs or social sites. Still, there is an increasing anxiousness on the part of citizens that the authorities are able to track our activities, listen in and profile us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, an old favourite: More people than ever complain about not having enough time. And yet, thanks to all sorts of modern inventions life has never been easier. When was the last time you had to carry drinking water from the well to your home?&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/paradox" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/paradox" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-2296940822705860861?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/pKUT4vd6QWk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/2296940822705860861/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=2296940822705860861" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/2296940822705860861?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/2296940822705860861?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/pKUT4vd6QWk/likewise.html" title="likewise" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2008/08/likewise.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDRHg6cCp7ImA9WxdUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-684365765759088331</id><published>2008-07-27T22:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:01:15.618+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-27T23:01:15.618+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risk" /><title>mitigating by Sveavägen</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How's this for irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself and I out and about. Strolling, in particular, looking for brilliant photos to snap. Sveavägen, Stockholm, in the middle of a warm summer night. It's darkish, like it should be around midnight at the end of July. The stony pathway leads me behind a pond. Neon lights reflected in the water. Nice. Looking to my right. Looking to my left. Looking in every possible direction except where I'm walking. The dimly lit stony pathway has a certain inclination and here's a step. Or, to be precise, there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a step. Me did not notice. Now me notice. This is not your average stumbling. The world turns roughly 90 degrees as I'm falling like a log. This wasn't part of the plan. No, I would have remembered that. Wasn't even in the fine print. Now, one thing which definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; part of the plan is that my camera has been tied to my wrist. I wouldn't want to lose it. And guess what? After a second of falling (not particularly gracefully) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I land on my right hand. With the camera in it&lt;/span&gt;. To be precise, I land on the camera. It's being smashed onto and scratched along that stony surface as my less-than-discreet weight follows on top of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. I tie the camera to my wrist for protection and end up crashing on it. Mitigating one risk sometimes creates a new and possibly greater one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/risk" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/risk" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-684365765759088331?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/QFiKmde33qo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/684365765759088331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=684365765759088331" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/684365765759088331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/684365765759088331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/QFiKmde33qo/mitigating-by-sveavgen.html" title="mitigating by Sveavägen" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2008/07/mitigating-by-sveavgen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMCQHg7eyp7ImA9WxdXGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-2936329873168740149</id><published>2008-07-01T07:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:01:01.603+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-01T07:01:01.603+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweden" /><title>from Jörn with love</title><content type="html">I keep &lt;a href="http://stromsjo.blogspot.com/2005/03/take-i-train.html" target="_blank"&gt;returning&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inlandsbanan&lt;/span&gt;. This old railway is surrounded by lots of good news these days. Record crowds are booking the tourist trains. A proposal for electrifying the southernmost part is &lt;a href="http://www.nwt.se/ArticlePages/200806/26/20080626203016_840/20080626203016_840.dbp.asp" target="_blank"&gt;turning&lt;/a&gt; into an official study, complete with EU funding. And the previously closed line between Jörn and Arvidsjaur just might be reopened after twenty years.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloggar.se/om/inlandsbanan" target="_blank"&gt;bloggar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/inlandsbanan" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-2936329873168740149?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/IUKwvDLks-I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/2936329873168740149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=2936329873168740149" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/2936329873168740149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/2936329873168740149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/IUKwvDLks-I/from-jrn-with-love.html" title="from Jörn with love" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2008/07/from-jrn-with-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcGSH4_eyp7ImA9WxdXEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-3581349156554651038</id><published>2008-06-22T21:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:13:49.043+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-22T21:13:49.043+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweden" /><title>SEK 14, so what?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The price of petrol &lt;a href="http://www.thelocal.se/12464/20080616/" target="_blank"&gt;goes up&lt;/a&gt;, like any summer. So what? It's not high enough. Take a drive at rush hour, just look at all those cars and see what kind of effect this price has. None whatsoever. Watch how people drive on a highway. Their speed, their distance to the vehicle in front of them, watch those red tail lights flickering. Most drivers could easily reduce their petrol consumption by 10-20 percent by driving smoothly. Why don't they? Because they don't care. Apparently, petrol is still way too cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;others on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/petrol" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;petrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-3581349156554651038?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/TLt2qTWccK8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/3581349156554651038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=3581349156554651038" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/3581349156554651038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/3581349156554651038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/TLt2qTWccK8/sek-14-so-what.html" title="SEK 14, so what?" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2008/06/sek-14-so-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUDSXo8fCp7ImA9WxdSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624031.post-3945394548284935654</id><published>2008-05-20T21:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:04:38.474+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-20T21:04:38.474+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweden" /><title>fett grymt</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Languages are mysterious things. Words find new meaning. A highly negative word becomes a term of adoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got ourselves a new word for being cool, outstanding, brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found "grym" which used to mean "cruel". That's right, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cruel&lt;/span&gt; like in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cruelty to little creeps&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;du är så grym - you're simply outstanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily cruel, though. Or does that matter anymore? A language and how it evolves probably says something about us and our time. Finding out exactly what it says is left as an exercise for the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;others on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/svenska" target="_blank" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;svenska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://intressant.se/intressant" target="_blank"&gt;andra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;om&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggar.se/om/svenska" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;svenska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;/per&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10624031-3945394548284935654?l=www.stromsjo.se' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~4/Ke6bBdgBAFo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.stromsjo.se/feeds/3945394548284935654/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10624031&amp;postID=3945394548284935654" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/3945394548284935654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10624031/posts/default/3945394548284935654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/stromsjo/eaDM/~3/Ke6bBdgBAFo/fett-grymt.html" title="fett grymt" /><author><name>Per Stromsjo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05524397187094481360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12099974757943663780" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.stromsjo.se/2008/05/fett-grymt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
