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Time for a surf! I’ll be down the coast at Barwon Heads during the weekend surfing with the La Trobe Surfteam.. and the forecast is sun, sun, and then sun.

Beach

Surfing

Sun

Yes..

A lot of stuff came together today.. I now have a place to live and a topic for my research thesis that I’m writing this year. All done and all good. More posts will follow on both of these topics..

..and photos. Definitely photos.

My lovely girl Emma comes back from a month of traveling today.. the trip of a lifetime. Welcome back honey, I’ve missed you so.

(Back in this case still means that she’s on the other side of world from where I am but at least theres phones..)

For about a year and a half I’ve been meaning to write a paper on my research in description driven modeling. I know what I want to say, and pretty much how.. but still no paper. Just a few lines of rambling and some sketchy notes from a think-night at Bar Nancy  over a Little Creatures (an aussie beer) a few months ago.

Today I approached my course coordinator about writing up that paper instead of doing a scheduled unit of coursework.. and while the paperwork needs to be done and permissions from various scholars are needed, she pretty much said yes on the spot. There might actually be a paper on that work one day.

About bloody time..

Australia has a decent coverage of the worlds dangerous animals. If it crawls, runs, hops or moves in any general way.. it’s most likely very bad for your insurance policy to hang around. Most of these are pretty slow on hot days like today though, in the near 40 degree heat they get fairly lazy. All but one. Fittingly the most dangerous one. Humans driving airconditioned cars.

When going down Plenty Rd around lunch today a person, exhibiting a serious case of mental clearfelling, did a u-turn from the left lane. In the middle of a busy section. Without checking the mirrors. Good choice. He would’ve seen my 2.5 tonnes Kingswood very close going 60km/h if he did. Luckily I managed to come to a screaming halt, with locked wheels painting the road in a nice Goodyear color, about 50 cm from his driver seat.

I should add that I was driving in the lane with the tram-tracks.. all four wheels on slippery metal.

A few days ago I was in a freezing cold Sweden.. 10 below easy. The past days have kicked my ass with 38 C and hardly any wind. Driving home today I had to wrap my hand in tissues to be able to hold the steering wheel and gear knob.

Adjusting isn’t going well, the jetlag lags on..

Happy Valentines Day!

(I love you Emma..)

I’ve arrived at Changi Airport (5.30 local time) and managed the entire flight without any apparent traces of bodily fluids among my fellow passengers. Thank you very much.

Being at airports at off-hours is somewhat fascinating, they are running on their own timezone.. night, day, early, late.. doesnt matter. The transit hall is all a big round-the-clock blur free reality intervening.

Now for some coffee.

I’m sitting at Copenhagen airport on my way back to Melbourne.. time for a new life.

Join me.

This morning I threw away a Photoshop tutorial book at the city dump.. and right now I’m drawing with Poscas and Copics.

Digital is just so 90’s..

The brakepedal in my 30 year old Holden Kingswood tends to get stuck when you sit on the brake for too long. The brakebooster needs to be replaced according to my mechanic. The red-lights needs to be greener according to me. Anyway. When traffic ease up I automatically tap the side of the brake pedal when I take my foot off it.. to un-jam it. Works perfectly.

Today when driving my dads brand new Volvo I realized I was tapping the brake there too..  felt a bit redundant.

Being horribly tired of drinking plain water I tried to remember a decent cordial and bought a bottle of Fun Light. And what a fitting description, drinking the resulting chemical-tasting foul liquid is hardly any fun at all.. fun light, a tiny version of fun.

Perhaps I can do the dishes with it?

The usual case when you’re packing up your life in boxes is that you’ll be unpacking them a few days later in a new home. New home, changed or same life, you decide.

I’m currently boxing up my life but I have no idea on when I’ll unpack again.. or where. Exciting and somewhat stressful at the same time. I changed my life about a year ago when I left Sweden, leaving for the second time it is about to change even more. If all goes according to plan it’ll be another change in the right direction.

Still stressful though.

I had my Sony Ericsson K700i at the shop a few weeks ago to fix the broken joystick (which seems broken by design, thank you very much). I managed to get it fixed the day before the warranty expired, yay.. so I’m now economically free-lancing it.. and now I discover that the performed repairs broke the camera..

But the joystick works! Up, down, left, right all OK.

With a camera I can take lowres photos, with the joystick I can actually use the address book and read SMS messages. I guess I’m ahead in the long-run anyway. I’m after all an old fart who use the phone for calling people.

The Swedish army is currently being heavily criticized for the information given during the recruitment of Nordic Battle Group, a European rapid deployment force designed to deal with not only peace keeping but also peace enforcement (military newspeak for war; combat; shooting people with automatic rifles). The problem according to the critics is that they haven’t been clear enough on the fact that war is actually quite dangerous.. like really really dangerous. People actually get hurt in wars.. and sometimes killed too!

No.

Shit.

Sherlock.

As if the job-description “Soldier” isn’t enough to get the point across. Historically it kind of implies danger. Sigh. Imagine the life of some of the people around (read: above mentioned critics) us if it weren’t for all those warning labels.. making the morning toast would’ve been a mission comparable to a tour of duty as a parking inspector in Baghdad.