I visited Copenhagen with my friend Rebecca on Saturday. We did our usual mix of art, walking, chat and food, this time with the added fun of a canal boat tour (where a bunch of very rowdy Dutch guys confirmed that everyone can be a loud, annoying tourist, no matter where you are from). This […]
Decolonise your imagination
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But human nature feels. Emily Dickinson On the outskirts of the city of Malmö, in the very south of Sweden, a new green space is […]
Utopia is on the horizon. I move two steps closer; it moves two steps further away.
I walk another ten steps and the horizon runs ten steps further away.
As much as I may walk, I'll never reach it.
So what's the point of utopia?
The point is this: to keep walking.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but […]
Goodbye Google archive stuff. Hello non-profit Internet Archive. Read more here. And more about Google as reported and collated by Ursula Le Guin here. And more great cartoons from xkcd here.
I’m a pessimist because of intelligence,
but an optimist because of will.
If you know me at all, you’ll probably know that I am a big Ursula K. Le Guin fan. And I am not the only one: David Mitchell and Zadie Smith cite her as a major influence; and there are many of us who are passionate about this excellent and prolific writer. All I can […]
On Saturday 27th September 2014 I took part in Malmö’s Gallery Night along with fellow artists from the artists’ collective Ateljé XX – Henrik Hahne, Sanna Lilja-Sverborg, Marie Lindell and Gunilla Ryd. Gallery Night is open house for galleries and museums and art spaces all over town. It was a lot of fun and a […]
It is a miracle that curiosity survives formal education