Author Archives: Katja

Not much. Sometimes, the brain is just a terribly slow organ. But at least I have the satellite images now. This is where I’m going in less than three weeks: A Landsat 8 near infrared false color composite of one of my study sites. It’s pretty, isn’t it? The Earth’s surface is a piece ofContinue reading “so, what have I done today?”

I’ve come to an age where I feel I should be capable of handling most things. I should know myself, be able to foresee difficulties and manage them in a way that doesn’t lead to too much trouble for me or for my surroundings. I’m not saying that I should be done in any way,Continue reading “the process of starting up a thesis”

When I came home on my bike, after a long day at university, I was met by this right outside my house. I live in a very calm part of Stockholm. This was completely out of place. So odd, among the fruit trees and playground toys. Maybe a small protest against the election results? ForContinue reading “and now they’re burning scooters”

I’m eating apple pie with mom, Kirke and Dries, waiting for the votes to be counted. – – – Later: I’m not feeling particularly happy this evening. But the food turned out great, anyway. – – – Election night depression with champagne, captured by Dries: (For those of you who aren’t updated on the resultsContinue reading “election night party”

And to my surprise, there was some quite interesting street art in Härnösand too.

I went to Härnösand for three days in the beginning of this week to go to a course about Swedish development cooperation and doing field work in a low income country, as part of the grant I got for going to Burkina Faso. The course was held at Sida Partnership Forum, a beautiful old buildingContinue reading “Härnösand – a tour”

Natalia moved to Scotland and her last weeks in Stockholm were so busy, so we didn’t have time to have a last TV show marathon. Now I will have to wait a whole year to learn who murdered Laura Palmer! How will I survive? I will miss her crazy hairdos. And her amazing ability toContinue reading “to absent friends”

I would also like to spend my days knitting. I draw new patterns, try to imagine combinations of colors. Working with my hands makes me happy. I made a hat to Ruth, Elin’s daughter. The deep marine went so well with her big blue eyes. And the pillowcase that I sewed and embroidered for Jessica turnedContinue reading “let me make you something”

My head feels like a sieve. Things are being poured in, but as a consequence other things pour out. I forget, come late, talk incoherently. Why things keep on coming from all angles, I don’t know. Maybe it won’t ever calm down. So sometimes, I just want to do like Cecilia and Isak. Buy aContinue reading “a detour”

I took a break from Gilmore Girls when I got better after my cold a couple of weeks ago, because I thought it would be healthy – and also, I didn’t really have the time to watch TV. But now I’ve picked up where I left off, season six, a perfect way to pass theContinue reading “and then, going home again”