Still alive, still in New Zealand. Everything is well apart from an annoyingly lingering cold. Seriously, how much mucus is it possible for one body to produce? New Zealand in midwinter is cold, in an unexpected way. The temperature isn’t all that low, usually lying somewhere between 5 and 15…
Welcome
There are some who call me… Tim? Pronouns they/them. Former astrophysicist, current poet and storyteller, perpetual weirdo.
I intend to follow Mary Oliver’s Instructions for living a life:
1. Pay attention.
2. Be astonished.
3. Tell about it.
You are invited to follow along on my poetic life journey. This web page is mostly a blog where I irregularly share my poetry, recaps of adventures and general musings. For the most part I write in English, but occasional Swedish may occur. It’s been alive for 14 years and counting, although (like me) it has gone through some shape-shifting along the way.
For the latest posts, scroll down on this page. If you’re looking for a specific topic or post, you can find a search box and a tag cloud in the sidebar on this page.
If you’re curious about other pieces of art or science I’ve scattered across the internet, do take a look at my list of creations.
Well met, until our paths cross in Cyberspace or Meatspace. (Meatspace is my favourite, really. Hope to smell and touch you at some point.)
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Bittersweet endings
University is out for the semester. Courses are over and done, whether I passed my finals or not. Results won’t be brilliant, but hopefully good enough. I gave up the high-grade-chasing game a long time ago, since I really quite enjoy having spare time. There are so overwhelmingly many fun…
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Feverish musings
Snivel. Here I am, coughing my lungs out, and in a little more than a week I’ll be leaving this lovely town that I’ve been living in for the past half year or so. But not forever. I couldn’t bear it if I had to tell myself I’d be leaving…
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All-nighter euphoria
So. True. BOOM. Project report finished. Well, sorta, at least. Still got some details to fix probably, but that is a problem for tomorrow. The equivalent of a bachelor’s project. Ten weeks’ worth of work. I’m about as happy about my accomplishments in this one as with my actual bachelor’s…
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Buckets of Dice
Who am I, again? A hopelessly romantic smuggler in space? A member of the resistance, or a traitor? A bureaucracy demon having had a proposition of the most alphabetic firesome in history turned down by the hottest vampire in the castle? A teenage witch with werewolf-ghoul-fae-human friends? A scientist occasionally…
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Street art
Just to clear things up after my recent rant. I love street art. There are a lot of nice examples of it in New Zealand, too. Here’s some of what I’ve found. Love and art, Winterdragon
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Life and its lemons
My code is handing me a lot of lemons today. In the form of error messages and ridiculously unreasonable results. I debug and solve some problems, just to have new ones crop up. This was supposed to be a very simple piece of programming. My supervisors are disappointed, and I…
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Rösta, för tusan!
En solig höstdag med långa promenader och inspirerande insikter. Jag har fått klarhet i min politiska ståndpunkt och brevröstat till EU-parlamentsvalet. Är du svensk medborgare så gör detsamma. Om du inte bryr dig eller har gett upp hoppet så till den grad att allt verkar kört ändå: tänk om. Hitta…
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Vandalism
It’s everywhere. It’s bloody everywhere. At bus stops, train stations, bridges. On buses, street-light poles, even on trees. In dark alleys, on brightly-lit streets, all over windows. On cars and bikes. On the outsides of trains, and on the insides too. On the walls of crumbling houses, and even fancy…
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Easter break
So I had an easter break. Best easter break ever. I had so many adventures and so much fun that it apparently resulted in a total writer’s block. When it comes to blogging, at least. One of the many awesome things I did during these past three weeks was to…