I have always done this on New Year’s Eve, ever since I started blogging back in 2006, and this year will be no exception – despite the rest of it being so irregular. The band that I listened to the most this year is, without a doubt, The Staves. I saw them live with dad inContinue reading “a brief pop cultural summary of my 2015”
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evening, 11th
Impulse shopping at the grocery store, feeling drained from the aerobics class and forlorn, abandoned by the spatial patterns that I as a geographer have come to rely on. Today. my maps haven’t shown me anything. Instead, filling my arms with foods without plan – I just want them. The navel oranges have come. A sureContinue reading “evening, 11th”
autumn has come
All the leaves have fallen to the ground now. And as the season dictates, my body is powering down. I want to do simple things, slowly. I think it might be time to start making Christmas candies. This time last year, I was walking ten kilometers a day in the Sahelian sun, simultaneously conducting walkingContinue reading “autumn has come”
ride my heart
I walked down to the lake, the sun was shining through yellow leaves. I came upon the meadow where horses were eating, and I was struck by a resemblance. For a moment, I thought the brown pony that was eating by the fence was Ofelia. Ofelia was the first creature in this world, outside ofContinue reading “ride my heart”
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”
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”
links across time (April 2015)
Kirke took this picture of Hanna and me in front of the Savior on the Spilled Blood Church in Saint Petersburg – but it wasn’t until I got home and started going through the travel photos that I realized that it’s almost an identical staging of a photo that my dad took of Hanna and meContinue reading “links across time (April 2015)”
#9: High school refuge (March 7th)
nostnost Situated just a couple of blocks from my former high school, the PunktMedis library became one of my safe havens in the chaotic world of a teenager. And still, I just can’t stay away. This time, I left with a book of contemporary Swedish poetry, an English young adults novel and an American classic.Continue reading “#9: High school refuge (March 7th)”
my favourite faded fantasy (December 23rd)
Damien Rice has released a new album. His third. I bought and downloaded it over the internet while in Kumasi, and have been listening to it ever since. His voice, the melancholy and honesty. Its addictive. In the song “The greatest bastard”, he sings: “Am I the greatest bastard that you know? When will weContinue reading “my favourite faded fantasy (December 23rd)”
trials of traveling (October 24)
Sometimes, I don’t recongnize myself when I’m traveling. My moods really go to the extremes, things are amazing, and then horrible, it is fast and I can’t really keep track. At times, I just want to go home. At others, I feel I am in exactly where I should be. I think I recognize theContinue reading “trials of traveling (October 24)”
Katja Malmborg 