He's the best, seriously

You can quote me on this:

Neil Gaiman is a literary genious.

How do you introduce a tall, dark, stranger that happens to be a ghost? This is how Neil chose to do it:

"The man Jack was tall. This man was taller. The man Jack wore dark clothes. This man's clothes were darker. People who noticed the man Jack when he was about his business - and he did not like to be noticed - were troubled, or made uncomfortable, or found themselves unaccountably scared. The man Jack looked up at the stranger, and it was the man Jack who was troubled."

I'm 18 pages into The Graveyard Book, which is by far to little for me to pass judgement on it. I'll get back at you when I'm done.

But those of you who know me can probably already imagine how it'll sound...

Halfway there

This week I've written two tests in economics: One an essey about the history of the Swedish model of macroeconomics; what defines it, it's strengths, and it's weaknesses. The other in intermediate macroeconomics.

I've been having a lot to do for the last couple of weeks so there's been no time starting studying for the tests before this sunday - two days of work up until the test on thuesday. Wednesday and onwards it was a intermediate macro every waking minute.

And as of today I'm done with those - praise the lord! I've certainly learned a lot in this week, both on economics but also something about myself.

When I started this term I was not sure which my main subject would be from this fall and onward, but now I am: Statistics holds much more of the charm, in my opinion. And on top of that it's a lot more easy to get a job as a statistician than as a economist.

Now, of course, there's nothing saying this'll hold true until I'm done with my studies - but one's gotta' have a plan, right?


The bottom line of this is that I'm done with my two tests in economics for this spring, and now there's only two left in statistics next week. One on my birthday and one the day after that. Lucky me, eh?

Fiction: Just a buss

Gina was steaming. ”I just don’t understand you guys! Why did he have to buss me, just like that?!”


“Maybe because you invited him to…?” offered Lawrence. The gang was sitting in the far end of the cafeteria, securely out of earshot from the rest of all the students spending the last ten minutes of their lunch break in the cool cafeteria. It was uncomfortably hot outside, even though it was only in the middle of spring.


“But I most certainly did not.”


“Seems to me that taking him for a walk down by the lake is an invitation…” Carl said, trying to mediate.


“…Cause’ if that isn’t, I’m not sure if anything is.” Kayne filed in, swooping all mediation away as fast as it’d come.


“But you’re never sure of anything, anyway.” Carl bit back, making a face. Kayne flashed him a cool smile in response, satisfaction painted all over his face. Whatever Carl said he’d never be able to steal back what he’d stolen in the first place.


“Anyway. Anyway.“ Lawrence tried for some order. “Some structure, anyone?” He turned to face Gina. “From the start; what happened?”


Sometimes when a question is asked there is that short, short pause when everyone present are processing the question in question. The extent and impact of these pauses vary a lot. This one was considerable.


The auburn youth regained her posture and flung out with her arms and almost cried in exasperation: “Oh, nothing, you doffeldomp!” How she managed to scream without raising her voice was a mystery to the others. Carl had once claimed that his mum could do it too, but the other boys hadn’t believed him – no one could pull that off like Gina.


Lawrence sighed and continued in a gentle voice “Not what happened, but what happened?”


“Oh, well, uh, we’ve sort of been talking on an off lately, between breaks and such. Today he just asked me if I was up for a walk during lunch – and we had the better part of an hour so I figured, ‘why not?’.” She was visibly calming down, but the frustration in her voice was still there.


“Uhu, go on…”


“Well, yeah, and we walked, and we talked. And we stopped to have a look at a really big swan. Nothing special! Us guys do stuff like that all the time! You know, just hang around. But then when we got back here he just… He just bussed me!”


There was a pause. The silence was overwhelming.


“Well, you do know that he’s…” Carl cut himself off after receiving killer gazes from both the other males present. Too late.


“Well, of course I know he’s got a lot of money. His father owns a company, dimwit.” Gina fired back, missing the point totally. Behind her back Lawrence sighed in relief.


Kayne removed the black sunglasses he carried with him all the time and started fidgeting with them and said: “Question is: Did you like it?”


“What kind of question is that?”


“Oh, it’s the straightforward kind of type, sort of.” Lawrence drew his hand through his ‘not-short-but-not-long-either’ dark blonde hair (some would argue it was light brown, while he himself claimed it to be ‘bronde’ – something in the middle). Damn it. He’d really wanted to ask that question himself. Darn Kayne to beat him to it. “More or less means what it says.”


“It wasn’t a question, hop-squash.”


“Oh, but it certainly was. It was a question I asked you.” Kayne put his glasses back on and flashed a big smile, face beaming, at Gina. He really loved playing this part in conversations.


“Argh! Not what you said, what I said! That wasn’t a question! That was a way of questioning the initial question…” Gina made a show to grab and rip her own hair in frustration, a motion she’d patented long in the past.


“Would you just answer the initial question instead, then?” Lawrence prompted, aware that they were running a bit low on time – class was due in just a couple of minutes.


“I’ve forgotten it by now…” This, on the other hand, was unusual when it came to Gina – she was always on top verbally. Probably some cool’s gone on vacation at the moment, thought Lawrence.


“Did you like it?” Carl reminded the rest of the group, and also reminding them of his presence at the table.


“Oh, well. Yeah, I guess? It all happened so fast.” At this moment someone perceptive would have been able to see a small blush on her face, but none of her three friends did. Since years back they were all totally sure that Gina really couldn’t blush, even if she wanted to.


There was another small thoughtful pause. Lawrence gave Kayne a quick nod and they rose. The others followed suit. They started towards the lecture hall.


Lawrence asked “You gonna’ hang in there? We can talk more about it after school if you want to. Probably you only have to wrap your head around the idea that you’ve got someone here that fancy you.”


“And a really good-looking courtier to boot.” Kayne added smartly, earning a light punch on the shoulder from Gina. She was smiling.


“Yeah, probably only need to wrap my head around it, as you’re saying. Guess I’ll have to talk to him later this afternoon or something. Thanks for being here guys.”


“Any time pal! We’ll be here for all the nasty details too, y’know.” This time Kayne earned a slightly harder punch. But it was alright. The old Gina was back with them once more and they were all laughing heartedly together on their way to class.

"Everybody's going to crash sooner or later..."

Yesterday I hit a deer when I was out driving.

Clarification and expandation of statement: Yesterday I drove my parents home from town after they'd been to a concert (and I had spent my time celebrating Virginias 21st birthday in the meanwhile). On the way home I saw a deer standing in the middle of the motorway. Stomping the brakes I managed to not run right into it, but instead it ran right into me! It got back up and ran away without any sign of a limp though, so luckily noone got harmed!

The two cars right behind me stopped to check up on me and my parents, to see that everything was allright. And once getting the 'okey-sign' they drove of again. That's really good citizenship to you.

The whole incident took about two second, and I don't think I thought any single coherent thought in that time interval - it was all instinctual behaviour. And it all turned out so well that I never even went in to shock afterwards - I was so proud of my performance. I mean; I could have killed an animal yesterday, but I managed to dodge it instead.

Not so much as saving a life, but at least avoiding taking one. And that's got to count for something...

Some calm after the storm (read: hand-in)

Yesterday I turned in a hand-in, a replication, one I sat working with this monday night. Finishing it was a real bother; it was originally an excercise for PhD students that they wanted to test out on us B- and C-level student, and hence it was pretty tricky. I just hope I'll pass (thankfully enough it's just pass/fail, and no grading).

Anyway, thinking back on it I probably befriended Gaimans Despair that night, at least momentarily. It wasn't fun writing it, it was just bothersome. And the best part of it: I felt bad for feeling that way about a subject that I really like.

One ipersonation of despair by Barron Storey

I was just thinking back on it when my thoughts wandered of to a story told in Endless Nights (the so far last volume of Sandman) which is something like a story to remind the reader how despair feels.

It's about a man who gets fired from his job but out of shame never tells his wife and kids about it. Instead he pretends to go to work every day when actually he goes job hunting. He never gets a job though, and after a while his savings starts to diminish when at the same time his wife start asking questions. A short while thereafter he does his first house break-in, and it all ends with him sitting on his bed in the middle of the day when the cops come knocking on the door. By then he belonged to Despair allright.

Remembering this story I remembered many more from the same chapter, a chapter named 15 faces of Despair. They were pretty haunting many of them, and I honestly shiver when I think back on them. Good reading though, darn good reading.

But back to the hand-in. Suma Sumarum I learned a lot though writing the replication, as usual. This teacher really know how to get it in there and make it stick...

MTG competitive comeback

Manouvering Goyf' Sligh I finished myself third in a Legacy tournament today (third out of fourteen. I won the swiss but lost in the semi-final to the guy who later won it all).

Afterwards I hanged around for some EDH, handling a Kresh-deck. I managed to get him into a 28/28 and swing for it, but Patrick managed to Top' himself into a Swords to Plowshares -_-'

Potentially good and extremely fun play though!

So close!

All hail Bruno Coulais

This day's been good. It started out with me publishing my latest flash fiction (that I wrote yesterday night and revised this morning) - anyone have a comment on my two works (good or bad) please let me know! Sort of figure that you can't get to much advice early in your career. (Man, doesn't that sound lame? Career? lol)


I then went in to work for a couple of hours (read: four), and stumbling into the back storage I got greeted by this sign:

One of the bosses in a store north of town sent it to us earlier this week. If you wonder what people working in retail do all day, this might be your answer.

Apart form this (somewhat discouraging...?) note there wasn't much action at work though. After finishing I had some time to kill while waiting for my mom and decided to do it on söderklipporna (the southern rocks).

Pretty beautiful, eh? There are some things about Stockholm that you simply can't not love. After having my meal and then spending an hour reading (Foundation by Isaac Asimov, amazing novel) I went to meet up with mom.

We went to see Coraline, and it was really, really good. Especially the soundtrack (by Bruno Coulais) which fitted in just perfectly. I need to get my hands on one of those ASAP.

Flash Fiction: Mad dash

He turned the corner, making a ninety degree turn almost on the spot. He rushed down the lane with the blood pumping in his ears. They were after him. He didn’t know how far, but so far far enough.


He crossed the street, backwards somersaulting to dodge a passing car. Landing he dared a quick look back towards the corner he’d just passed. The first of his pursuers, a tall stranger in a grey duster and black glasses, had just turned it.


He made a slide to pass under a wagon on collision course, darting into an alley to his left as fast as his feet were under himself again. There’s no way they could have seen him in his hiding spot, there’s really no way! They must’ve been tipped, have known it from the start that he was there all along. But How?!


He heard his first pursuer round the corner to the alley by gliding on the dust and pebbles. The man was panting. Raime, in turn, became aware of his own panting. It wasn’t severe yet, but he was pushing it. Better do it now than never, he told himself. If there’s ever a time to push yourself to the limit it’s got to be at times like these.


At the end of the alley there was a fence of planks with a dumpster situated comfortably well beneath it. A leap and a one-two stride and he was passed it, wishing intently that the somewhat bigger pursuers would lack the finesse to pass the obstacle in a likewise manner, slowing them down. But how many pursuers were there, anyway? There had been four grey duster-clad guards at the interchange. The logical thing would be to send two and keep the other two, physical security going before information security and all that.


There was a loud crack behind him as a show that the pursuers hadn’t bothered crossing over than rather through the fence. They were obviously plain muscle, using brute force before anything even resembling finesse. He smirked.


The fence had marked the lower part of a T-intersection, and Raime had taken off directly to the right after his nimble crossing. The pursuers on the other hand had needed to make a quick stop to get their bearings, and also to localize which way their subject had gone off to. They did, eventually, and a girl exclaimed “There he is!”. There were two pursuers, then.


Raime didn’t know how much he’d gained; maybe a second, maybe one and a half? No matter. He continued dashing forward without pause, no hesitation. He had some ten meters on his pursuers and recognized that he had roughly the same distance left of this backyard corridor of the giant city before hitting open ground.


That, in itself, wasn’t a problem – ten meters is not a long distance in a sprint. A potential problem, however, was the big pool of sludge laid out a short distance in front of him. Passing through it would be no good, eventually, as sludgy shoes are good for surprise nose-diving practice and other maneuvers inappropriate while being in a chase. He wouldn’t be able to cross it with a leap either – no matter how much faith you put in your own abilities everybody has to realize that there are limits to your own ability, even when you pass for a natural when it comes to agility. Only one option left then: Wall running had never really been one of Raimes favorites, but given previous mentioned options it was the more favorable.


For a second blocking out the rest of the world while performing the move he then landed on the other side without losing much momentum, but his heart was beating hard in his chest by now both due to the amounting exhaustion and for the tension created by the move. It was not without satisfaction, however, that he heard his pursuers running right through the puddle a couple seconds later. At least their trousers, shoes, and probably their dusters too, were ruined now, and so he knew that he’d at least had them suffer some damage if it turned out that they’d catch up with him. This time he didn’t smile though – he didn’t have time to avert even that small an amount of energy. It was all coming to a close now.


He’d literally flown out of the alley and almost collided with first an old man with a cart selling apples and pears, and then with a car. Going with the momentum he continued crossing the road, jumping and rolling on the roof of another car, landing nimbly on the sidewalk on the other side of the road.


His pursuers were older, bigger and stronger than him, outclassing him in every way. There was no time to think, there was no time for nothing. Yet he gave himself half a second to catch his breath while still being in the crouch he’d landed in. He had to find a safe spot. He couldn’t run forever –he’d run for nearly five minutes so far and was almost out of breath by now. But he couldn’t give them a fight either – he was no fight for them even without the looming exhaustion. He darted left.


He could try losing them in a crowd, but in his mad dash he’d lost his bearings halfway through the chase so he had no idea where the closest square or marketplace would be.


He must have thought to hard on it, though, because out of nowhere there was another man in a grey duster making a grab for him. He didn’t even try do dodge it, but instead he tried to roll with the punch. The man had obviously seen that one before though as when he’d gotten a hold on Raimes collar he just didn’t let go. It was all over.


But then there was the loud crack of breaking wood. And the man in the grey duster was lying on the ground, head covered in blood. And Jenny was there. And the rebels where there. He was saved. Consciousness left him.

Pranking me, ehh? Bad call, seriously.

I just got a Witheld call.

Someone, a girl, asking some random question which I can't even remember on which I simply and flatly answered "No".

She got quite then.

Regaining some posture she passed the phone to her friend who said, somewhat exploringly: "It's me, I met you in town."

My question: "When?"

Her: "Um, yesterday. No, three days ago..."

M: "Where?"

H: "Hötorget? Wait."

There were some muffled noises for a couple of seconds, and then she returned: "Yes, Hötorget, Stockholm, y'know."

I continued answering in the same flat voice: "Yes, I know. And I haven't been there in a couple of weeks."

By now she was really losing her posture: "Um, uh, well, I guess I got the wrong number..."

M: "What's your name?"

She probably answered per default mechanism, cursing herself afterwards: "Anna. Um, bye." And end.


Were they a couple of kids prank calling, or were there really a twisted exchange of numbers earlier this week? I'll bet my money on the first one until I'm proved wrong, but being the pessimistic optimist I am I'm going to wish it's the latter, just for the sake of it.

[Note to self: Maybe this is to be taken as a reminder of the downsides with this computer age? In the best of worlds information will never be misused - but last time I checked this world wasn't, so...]

Jag ska på bio i helgen!

Coraline is hitting the screens today. Me, I'm heading of to see it tomorrow after I finish work.

I read the book, and it was actually a bit spooky. And more spooky for us grown-up than for the kids. I'm not sure how Gaiman managed that - but I'm not surprised either. Not surprised at all.

He's Gaiman, after all.

Dead by April, but 「so」 Alive by May

Dead by April released their first album today. They made a showing at Bengans to have a short gig (two acoustic songs; A Promise and Losing You) and to sign some autographs for the fans.

I was there.

私の! <3

It's pretty funny, cause' I really felt like an old man (おじさん、おじーさん!) in the company of all the overexcited teenagers I happened to share the line with. But what to do? I mean: At the end of the day there's not many artists I'd care to pursue for autographs, but Dead by April is definitely one of them.

As for the record itself it's been through two listenings so far, and I can tell you allready that this one of the best records in my collection. Sure, there's not much new for those of us who's downloaded the demos of the band (two new songs, to be precise), but it all still feels fresh due to the extreme makeover of the sound. It sounds so good.

Especially when you turn up the volume...

You'll pay for this!

I've never been much for Cyanice and Happiness, really. But this one I laughed so much that I cried:

It's not obvious at first sight (at least it wasn't for me), but I think it's a work of genius.

Shuffle, shuffle

I got together with a couple of friends and gave Alara Reborn a go yesterday in a Conflux, AR, AR draft. It was pretty fun going multicolor again, and even more fun to actually play for once. I don't think I ever concentrate as much as when I play an intense game of magic, which says something, really.

Yesterdays quote:
"Va?! Är det pick? Då måste man ju raredrafta silverbilder istället!"

A tribute to mr Hjelt

One of the cool things about working in one of the wealthier neighborhoods here in Stockholm is that you on occation run into people of some renown (that is; they enter your store as potential costumers). This in itself ain't that much of a gogo (seriously.) - what's more interesting is to observe their behaviour (of course: ordinary people are interesting to study too, but it ain't the same 'oomph' as with famous people - I know you know what I'm talking about).

Henrik Hjelt dropped by a while back, and I must tell you that it was a joy to watch him parenting his two sons that were with him. He did a really good job from the look of it, and I wish that all parents would put as much effort and energy into their kids as he did back then. The world would be a better place then, I'm willing to bet my hat on it.

I'm all for adaption, in due time!

And as of today my inner clock has accepted that it's 2009. It no longer feels odd writing -09, and 2008 feels, for the first time, very far away.

Good shit, I guess. Only prob is that it's like 5 months late -_-''

Flash Fiction: WIT

The door flew up with a crash and Lawrence towered in the doorway. ”Hey, guys! I’ve come up with this really smart thing I’ve just gotta’ tell you about!” he told the rest, face beaming.


“Oh, yeah, hi Lawrence. Nice seeing you too. Long time no see and everything.” said Gina sarcastically, wrapping her head around the idea that the discussion taking place prior to Lawrence arrival was now to be lost forever.


“It wasn’t that long time ago, Gina. Like, twenty minutes or something?” said Carl a bit bewildered, correcting his big round glasses after nearly dropping them due to Lawrence somewhat sudden appearance.


“You’re no good at picking up intonation are you, kiddo?” said Kayne, flashing one of ‘those smiles’ at his two day junior.


“It’s enunciation, not intonation, rubberhead. And anyways, you guys just gotta’ hear this!” flashed Lawrence, losing no significant degree of verbal momentum.


“Well, bring it on then, mr Law.” Gina made a swing around to make her chair face the one Lawrence now had seated himself on, her long auburn hair doing that thing that every boy dreams of their girlfriends hair doing every  time they turn around. The others faced Lawrence as well, Kayne trying for a face intended to tell Lawrence ‘but do it quick, we were somewhat into something here before you runted in in your usual manner’ but failing remarkably considering the badly veiled excitement there was to find in his matte brown eyes.


“Well, it’s called WIT.”


“That is, you decided it to be called WIT?” Carl remarked smartly.


“It’s short for Well Invested Time, as of the opposite NSWIT…” Lawrence rumbled on, oblivious to Carl’s interruption.


“…Which is short for Not So Well Invested Time, just like Not So Cool Car is the opposite of Cool Car, I presume?” Gina filled in with a voice whose poison could kill elephants. She was seeing where this was going.


“Yo, girl, CC was a really good abbreviation! It saves you like one whole crucial second when it comes to CC-spotting.” Kayne jumped to Lawrence defense.


“It is a good abbreviation, Kayne. Tense, man.” Lawrence corrected, a pained expression on his face.


“Anyway, what’s up with WIT?” Carl soldiered on, preferring not to get stuck in the muck of the CC‑discussion again - one of Lawrence less brilliant ideas considering Kaynes and Lawrence love for it as in opposite of Ginas… less appreciative opinion. ‘Why have an abbreviation for something as boring as car-spotting?! There’s like one million other stuff we can do that is less boring that sitting on the highway roadside looking for “cool” cars! I mean; cars!’ And Carl was all in for that argument too – why look for cool cars on the highway while you could as well look em’ up on the web? Or even better; drive one of them yourself in one of those games of his?


“It’s all about not throwing time away. Everything you do need to be meaningful for you and your future existence.” continued Lawrence.


“Or anyone else’s existence, that’s good too.” he added quickly after realizing Gina’s somewhat stern gaze fixed on him.


“But why court girls then?” Kayne asked, hoping for the same kind of reaction from Gina, instead earning a silent ignore. He quickly turned to Carl for support.


“Well, courting makes you feel good, right? And feelgood’s gotta’ count for something, right Lawrence?” Carl drew a hand through his short and not so tidy blonde hair, offering a what girls would have agreed on being a very cute but not so attractable little smile.


“Exactly! I knew you would understand Carl. It’s all about not doing stuff that’s just a waste of time.”


“You’ve abbreviated waste of time to WOT too, am I right?” Gina asked, leaning back sarcasm again.


“Um, no, but now that you mention it…”


Gina sighed.


“But I’m still not following you” said Kayne. (“No surprise there.” Gina muttered under her breath.) “Could you give me some example of sorts?”


“But I did…” whined Carl, being cut off by Lawrence drawing himself up to his full height (not considerably impressive sitting down, and not that impressive while standing up either, for the matter), entering his lecturer role. He loved this part:


“Well, walking is the right thing to do when you have time – you save on the environment and your physical condition improves. But if you’re low on time then don’t bother the walk – you’ll only feel stressed, so take the car instead.”


“Um…” Kayne yielded. Lawrence opted for something more comprehendible for guys spending most of their time car-spotting, pursuing girls and watching TV:


“Okey, you should never watch boring shows TV. If a boring show goes on, or if…”


“When” Gina corrected.


“…there is a commercial break you get out of the sofa and do something else until there’s a good show on again.”


“Or I can just swap the channel?” offered Kayne.


“Well, you could do that, but that not the same.”




“Oh, just because…”


“It’s like spreading your assets to thin, like having two or more favorite cars at the same time.” Carl helped out.


“Oh, God forbid.” Kayne said, understanding filling his voice. Carl certainly knew Kaynes soft spots.


“Anyway, guys, class starts again in ten minutes. Better get ready.” Gina started collecting her books and lecture notes from the table.


“But professor Obwald is always late! So there shouldn’t be a problem if we be to, right…?” pleaded Lawrence, still not done with explaining all the good things about the WIT theory.


“Oh, save it for this afternoon. We’ll hear you out after school.” she said, flashing him a sincere smile.




“Remember: It’s microeconomics; we need to get at least acceptable seats today, unlike yesterday.” Gina soldiered on.


“It wasn’t my fault my shoelace kept untying itself!” Kayne exclaimed in self defense.


Gina rose giving Kayne a wink, still with the smile on her face. “Of course it wasn’t. It never is. Now get a move on, soldier.”

Author? Well, one can dream

I've always had the dream, I guess, but in the last couple of weeks it's sort of formalized little by little into what now can probably be categorized as a desire to one day write and publish somethin, like a novel.

But that's just dreams, and dreams won't come true unless you do something about them (at least that's what I've heard).

But where do you get the energy, courage and inspiration to actually sit down an write something? Hell do I know. By God, I have no idea, but this morning I did just that: sat down and wrote a piece of flash fiction (which is not, by far, as naughty as it sounds). It'll be up here in time - I just want to reread it myself and see to misspellings and such trivialitys.

Until then, please let yourself be entertained by this immensely humouring comic strip. That is more or less precisely how I feel at some partys (if someone can feel something in a 'more or less precisely' way, that is).

Laters, everybody!

lainy, lainy day featuring booklist pondering

The one thing I normally don't like about rainy days is that it's so dark. It's no light to be found anywhere, so no wonder people get depressed by it all.

But lycky as I am I've got a bunch of trees just outside my bedroom window, and their leaves are as green as ever today, nonconsidering the weather! Some light for the soul!

What's more: I finished Good Omens yesterday night, and my was it good! Elias told me half a year back (that's back inte Tokyo for those who're curious. Noone? 'Hepp...) that it's probably one of the best books he've ever read, and I'm prepared to agree with him. I've realized that I'm quite fond of 'Heaven and Hell'-literature, or Gods on the whole. And maybe that's why I like Neil Gaiman so much? Because that's one of the smallest commons when it comes to him and his writing. And I love it.

I'm up for some other stuff for a while (need to finish Lovecraft's Necronomicon, Asimov's Foundation and Verne's Around the world in eighty days), but if you've got any good 'Godly literature' on your mind then please hook me up on it. I've soft of come to the conclusion that searching for that kind of literature on the web is sort of problematic...

Quality reading, that's what it is.

From Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett:

"Mr Tylers knowledge of country lore was a little hazy, but he felt fairly sure that if the cows lay down, it meant rain. If they were standing it would probably be fine. These cows were taking it in turns to execute slow and solemn somersaults; and Tyler wondered what it presaged for the weather."

Man, I just love these guys...

Klart som korvspad - eller kanske inte

Atm I'm reading into the report Consequences of Employment Protection? The Case of the Americans with Disabilities Act by Daron Acemoglu and Joshua Angrist. They are trying to find out whether the ADA act helps disabled people or not. And how do you do that, one might ask? They adapt this regression together with this explanation:

i denotes individuals and t time; Yit is weeks worked or average weekly wages; xi is a set of controls with potentially time-varying effects, [pi]t, including a constant (i.e., a year effect); and di is a disability main effect, with coefficient [roh]. The [alfa]i coefficients are time-varying disability effects, with the first year normalized to zero. For t > 92, at measures the impact of the ADA on the disabled using the nondisabled as a control group; earlier disability-year interactions provide pretreatment specification checks. Since the ADA potentially affects nondisabled workers as well as the disabled, we also explore empirical specifications that use variation by firm size and state to separately identify effects on the disabled and the nondisabled."

Now I do understand everything stated here, and it sounds logical enough. Annoying part of it is that i took me like a quarter of an hour to figure everything out...

So this is what my assignments are all about. Why do you guys write yours about?


I just came home from the show Caution by Bounce. Going there I was totally unbiased - I had  no idea what was coming.

And it was a blast.

What bounce is offering is not just entertainment, but an experiance. Technically the performance is high standard, but the idea behind it all, the manuscript, is also though provocative. So to the degree that I now after the show regret not speaking up once... (the beating - know what I'm talking about?)

I don't know for how long more they're performing it, but I recommend everybody to go see it. You won't regret it. Trust me.

[random popkultursreferens ang. matlagning]

Every respectable gamer knows (and everybody else ought to know) chain-combos give more exp than all the separate actions put together. I've previously told you on my dual wielding attempt in the kitchen this friday - yesterday (monday) upped the odds and gave triple wielding a go.

Three hours later I was two liters of pancakes (two litres of batter, that is), a whole bunch of bread and a chocolate cake richer.

Strimlade pannkakor smakar lyckligtvis bättre än dem ser ut.

That is, like, -a lot- of breakfast.

Aldrig jag köper godis igen efter den här upptäkten <3

Kitchen voyeurism has turned out to be pretty fun. What annoys me about it is that it takes so much time. I've still to decide whether the marginal utility of it all is big enough for me to actually invest time in this, but as far as I'm in the learning process I guess it's worth it all.

Truth be told triple wield was a bit hectic, but it worked. I wonder what components I'll try out for the upcoming test of quadruple wield...

In our faces - in a good way!

Yesterday one of my teachers returned a hand-in from a couple of weeks back. A hand-in in mathematical statistics concerning random walk. The responsible teacher's an approximately 70+ years old ex-KTH professor. Nothing special in all this, I guarantee.

What makes this all worth mentioning is this:

Me and my two groupmates ended up with some free space at the end of the assignment and chose to include this XKCD strip, explaining it with the simple line "And now for something completely different."

Due to the seniority of our teacher we expected some kind rebound on this - not that we'd have to redo any part of the assignment, but at least some kind of more or less angry remark upon what's appropriate and not on a formal hand-in as this.

What happened instead you can see in the picture above - he LOL'd us! Everybody in the class are very humoured by this (considering this upturns many of my classmates previous view on this professor), and some of us claim this as a very good reason to start studying statistics at SU - Hey, we've got teachers with a good sense of humour ^_^

Action: Baking bread, 5 exp

Today I've consumed sun for the first time this spring, and I can feel it in my skin. It's as nice as it is scary: It tickles, and given it nature I can't scratch it. Yargh!

What I've done? I've been sitting by the water in the central of Stockholm and just socialized - a lovely way of spending a day free of everything that is called studies if you ask me.

But that's not the only thing I've done today! No, I've baked my very own bread for the first time. I've been discussing it with my mother for a while now, and last saturday on my nameday (Marcus) she and dad let me inherit an old bread machine (previously belonging to my grandmother).

Baking bread generally isn't that big a thing, I know. But this was big for me - one more step towards becoming something resembling a (more or less) respectable chef. God knows I'm not there yet, but I'm working my way there step by steady step!

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