botanical gardens of Lisbon

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know I have a thing for botanical gardens. In Lisbon, we visited two. It was clear that the Lisbon university botanical garden had seen better days. But also that it had seen many. Some of the trees were enormous, it was compact and quiet. It feltContinue reading “botanical gardens of Lisbon”

strolls on the streets of Lisbon

As a graduation gift from dad, I got a trip to Lisbon. We were supposed to go in June, right after the thesis dead-line, but then the Ghana workshop trip got in the way and we postponed. So we went now instead, last weekend, the last days of September. Enjoying the last days of summerContinue reading “strolls on the streets of Lisbon”

appreciating the ordinary

September has been heavy. There was the whole climate crisis thing that I’ve been able to keep at a distance since I started studying geography, look rationally upon without getting emotionally pulled down. For some reason, now, though, it’s come back to me and I’ve felt quite out of balance. At the same time, there’sContinue reading “appreciating the ordinary”

to start a career in research

Work got properly started. I got an office. My GIS computer arrived. And I sat there, hidden away in my little nook on the fourth floor, getting more and more confused. I made the realization that research is a disconcerting endeavor, at least in the beginning of a project, and that made me feel nonplussed.Continue reading “to start a career in research”

stones and sheep and gray skies

I returned to work. The center, that had been almost empty all summer, slowly started to fill up with academics again, and in the beginning of September the entire staff relocated to the island Stora Karlsö off Gotland for three days, to plan, strategize and bond. I had never been there before. This small island inContinue reading “stones and sheep and gray skies”

at the end of summer – thoughts of home

During the long journey back from the Golden State, I got to thinking about home. What it really is. And sure, one definition is where I have all my stuff. Another is where I grew up. But I think a more meaningful way to look at it is the places that have left the deepestContinue reading “at the end of summer – thoughts of home”

howling San Francisco night

One evening, Joe and I went to City Lights Bookstore and I bought Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl”, he bought Kerouac’s “On the road”. Across the alley, we went to sit upstairs in the Vesuvio saloon. With an Anchor Steam beer, I read it. There was a directness in this, flow and honesty that grabs hold. IContinue reading “howling San Francisco night”

returning to San Francisco

My last couple of days in California, I spent walking around on the streets of San Francisco together with Joe. Unfortunately, I had managed to catch a cold, and I don’t carry being sick gracefully. I think Joe got quite fed up with my whining – but that’s just how life is sometimes. I hadContinue reading “returning to San Francisco”