• On leaving university

    The Earth has completed another orbit around the Sun, and apparently I managed to survive this one as well. As per usual, the close of the year found me at a place I could scarecely have imagined at its beginning. The most profound characteristic of 2018 was that I finally…

  • At home

    Back in my paradise. I haven’t seen the sun for three weeks, and I could hardly be happier.    Snow. Mountains. Stars. Moon. Aurora. Work. Skiing. Reindeer. Books. Reflection. 20 hours of darkness, 4 hours of twilight. Waiting for the lake to freeze. Joy. Peace. The dragon in its element.…

  • Summer of 1609

    With apologies to Galileo Galilei and Bryan Adams. This is what comes of me reading up on the history of astronomy, and having a job that leaves a lot of room for creative thinking. I took my two curved lenses And placed them in a hollow tube I saw the…

  • Transgender Day of Remembrance

    Hello world. This is a post which is Actually Important, so please read it. Today is Transgender Day of Remembrance. A day when we remember and honour all the transgender folks who have died because of anti-transgender violence or suicide. I’m not dead yet, and I’m planning to keep it…

  • Asexuality: it’s a thing!

    Hi folks! Are you aware that this week is Asexuality awareness week? Well, it totally is! So today, for the first time ever, I’m happy to have a guest writer here on Scribo, ergo sum. A friend of mine, who wishes to remain anonymous, is here to tell you about…

  • Varför jag tänker rösta på F!

    Jag tänker rösta på F! i valet. Nej, jag håller inte med om allt de står för. Men jag tänker göra det ändå. Varför? Främst av normaliseringsskäl: Overtonfönstret (det vill säga det spektrum av åsikter som anses rimliga, vettiga, eller över huvud taget diskuterbara, se https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Overton_window) behöver förskjutas åt såväl…

  • Undisguised and naked

    [The atmosphere] is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised      and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. — Walt Whitman (Song of Myself) The leaves on the…