Tuesday, June 09, 2026

Most authentic

Turning pages in the book by Szalay (damn, how good it is!) as our Airbus 320neo climbs out of Copenhagen, I start to get slightly nervous for the workshop that awaits me tomorrow. Though nominally about abundance versus sufficiency, it is pretty clear that I am the only one representing Team Abundance and one of the few non-Italians attending. As much as I am used to being the Star Trek mascot, all those midsummers spent at the Breakthrough Dialogue have reminded me that other roles are possible, and that I much prefer being the cautious voice rather than the techno-evangelist.

Regardless of how it goes, Italy is somehow always memorable, like that night I spent in a shared flat in Florence back in December of 2009, listening to Italians arguing for hours about whose mother cooked the best food and whose regional cuisine was the most “autentico”.

Still, approaching the Alps, I order a tapas box with that lovable koala-shiraz to calm my thoughts. Taking a picture of my food, I was reminded once again why Karen Blixen did not have Instagram: to avoid commodifying her own aesthetic and to maintain the impression that nothing was curated.

Clearly, everything does not have to be a “varudeklaration”, and like Ester Blenda Nordström, I have already done my fair share of aura farming. Being meta-conscious of it all makes me briefly question why I keep writing this blog in the first place: is it simply a testimony to a world that is being lost, both on a personal and a political level?

Asked anew about how I think we should save the world, I shrugged at the prospect of even opening up that box. But maybe some things remain true. That more equality is better than less? That what matters is not so much that Sweden cuts its emissions as that it does it in ways that can inspire others, even those who do not believe in climate change? Or that humility and pluralism are always preferable to the kind of absolutism and social purity sought by parts of the environmental movement?

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Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Balmoral

Taking the ferry over to Lindholmen for some gym time together, William and I got to see the 217-metre-long Balmoral anchored at Amerikaskjulet, and also Hotel Draken in all its grandeur. After working out, we continued on foot to Sannegårdshamnen for a futurism-heavy stop at the same bakery where we usually take a break when I run my harbour half marathons.

Having consumed his fair share of science fiction lore and dystopias, it is both fascinating and slightly unsettling to listen to William talk about artificial intelligence and humanity’s future. Drawing on the “Dark Forest” idea from Chinese science fiction, he wondered whether an advanced extraterrestrial civilization might see humanity as uniquely dangerous once AI reaches a point where it can begin developing beyond our control.

Considering that his teacher apparently did not even know what the word “dystopia” meant, I sometimes feel sorry for William for having to wrestle with thoughts so different from those of his peers. Heck, they are far beyond the imagination of many professors of sustainability, who often seem to have remarkably little to say about the larger trajectory of human civilization.

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Saturday, May 16, 2026

Blaise Cendrars

In 1924, the Swiss author and adventurer Blaise Cendrars boarded an ocean liner bound for Brazil. An early exponent of Modernism, Cendrars wrote his poems as postcards, telegrams or fleeting blog posts (one is tempted to anachronistically add). When I came across Feuilles de route among the library shelves, it spoke to me immediately, perhaps because of the ship taking him to Rio and then São Paulo, but mostly because of my own enduring fascination with movement.

Speaking of journeys, the kids and I spent the better part of the afternoon watching Project Hail Mary. After years of very different people recommending the book to me, I was at least happy to finally watch the film, which, as Isaiah Menning recently pointed out in Breakthrough Journal, carries a message of technological optimism, humility, and love quite distinct from the misanthropy that still shapes much of contemporary environmental discourse.

With the kids calling it an early night, I got a moment alone on the balcony with a glass of Piedmont red. Instead of giving the wooden deck a proper deep clean, this will all be abandoned in a month from now as we are ending our lease and the house is coming up for sale, probably for 15 million SEK or some equally absurd sum. While the rent has been steep, the value of having this calm garden with all the forest trails and swimmable lakes just around the corner has been priceless. Maybe that is why Cendrars resonates tonight, places matter even when they are only temporary stops along the route.

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Saturday, April 11, 2026

Birdsong

With Artemis II safely back on Earth despite some initial concerns about its heat shield, I am spending this weekend in Gothenburg making up for past sins by going to the gym with the kids, running thirty kilometres in the forest, and shopping at Lidl. Tomorrow, William and I are taking the bus up to Kungälv for the “Trekungamötet” chess tournament, where I hope to check out the indoor rowing machines at the nearby Nordic Wellness Kongahälla gym and finally stop feeling bad about that “Americone Dream” ice cream by Stephen Colbert ;-)

Running through the forest this morning, there was a lot of birdsong, which reminded me of Johanna’s fascinating Merlin Bird ID app, something that felt incredibly Star Trek. Developed by the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, the app provides a spectrogram and is capable of identifying numerous birds at the same time, as can be seen in the screenshot above from our hike to Three Sisters Falls last Monday.

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Thursday, April 09, 2026

Circadian reset

It was already dark by the time train 499 reached Halmstad last night, so after commenting on a few student papers and taking some melatonin, I fell into a dreamless sleep, only to be brutally awoken by my Suunto watch at 6 a.m. After an epic struggle to get out of bed, I had no choice but to cut my planned run to Jansa Brygga short and instead go for a quick bread run to the local Bärlin sourdough bakery.

Under beautiful blue skies, I then did my best to get as much sunlight as possible between classes, and back home the tinted glass cast beautiful reflections on the wall, a promise of what is to come. Still, with the jetlag monster never far away, I headed out for five more kilometres at sunset to help further reset my circadian rhythm.

Seeing the images coming in from the Artemis II mission, showing the Earth from the far side of the Moon, certainly puts my own jetlag struggles into perspective. Instead of the mere twenty-two thousand kilometres that I have travelled over the last week, the Artemis crew will have travelled more than half a million kilometres by the time they splash down in the waters outside San Diego tomorrow. Like so many times before, space exploration points to what humanity could become if we directed our energies outward, toward building rather than destroying.

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Saturday, March 14, 2026

Habermas

At the age of 96, Jürgen Habermas passed away today. His ideas of deliberative democracy and communicative rationality speak to our highest aspirations – what I jokingly referred to as inverted Trump-speak when trying to explain it to my students the other day.

Waking up to grey skies, I otherwise spent the morning running. To my great joy, I was joined by William for the first Parkrun of 2026, and hopefully we will be able to get back into our Parkrun routine later this spring when I return from the US.

With the real world hellbent on destruction, the kids and I watched The Martian from 2015, which, with its depiction of US–China cooperation, already feels like something from another world. Maybe I am biased here, but there is something about space that truly brings humanity together in our shared vulnerability, and like with For All Mankind, one can only wish that we would direct our energy outwards rather than focus on what divides us.

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Wednesday, January 07, 2026

2030, revisited (2015–2026)

Eleven years ago, I wrote a short text about the year 2030. Revisiting it after a snowy hike with Eddie, is an oddly disorienting experience. On the one hand, much of what I worried about in 2015 has come to pass with depressing predictability: political fragmentation, the resurgence of reactionary identity politics, and a deepening scepticism toward both globalization and growth. On the other hand, several of the assumptions underpinning my optimism about how these trends might be countered have turned out to be more fragile than I then appreciated.

The sense of an intellectual vacuum that I described – the absence of compelling, forward-looking visions capable of mobilizing mass politics – has, if anything, become more acute. The academic dominance of Malthusian framings has not receded. Degrowth, once a marginal critique, is now a respectable and increasingly institutionalized position, even as it remains politically implausible at scale. What I perhaps underestimated in 2015 was not the persistence of these ideas, but their ability to colonize moral language: austerity rebranded as virtue and resignation as responsibility.

At the same time, my critique of “ecological elites” now reads as prescient in a way I did not fully intend. The gap between the rhetoric of sacrifice and the lived realities of those doing the preaching has widened considerably. Climate politics has become ever more performative, ever more obsessed with symbolic consumption choices, while structural questions of energy abundance, industrial capacity, and technological risk-taking remain conspicuously under-addressed. In that sense, the wine tastings have multiplied.

Where I was too optimistic, however, was in my confidence that growth – once politically reclaimed – would function as a relatively straightforward solvent for social and political pathologies. The 2010s and early 2020s have shown that growth alone is neither sufficient nor politically neutral. Even where growth has occurred, it has often been uneven, financialized, and decoupled from the lived experience of security and dignity for large parts of the population. The promise that rising wages and bottom-up growth would naturally restore optimism has been undercut by housing crises, platform economies, and a pervasive sense that institutions no longer work for anyone in particular.

My faith in the EU as a delayed but ultimately disciplining force for necessary reform also looks more ambivalent in hindsight. If anything, we have seen a politics of permanent crisis management, in which long-term investment is crowded out by short-term stabilization and moralized disputes over responsibility. What I failed to anticipate was how exhaustion itself would become a governing condition.

Perhaps the most striking thing, rereading this today, is how much of my argument hinges on agency: the belief that societies could still choose boldness over caution, ambition over restraint, and expansion over retrenchment. In the intervening years, we have instead seen the normalization of risk aversion as a political virtue. The Apollo metaphor now feels almost scandalous in its confidence. Yet I am less convinced than ever that this confidence was misplaced. If anything, the succession of overlapping crises – financial, pandemic, geopolitical, climatic – has demonstrated that risk is always unavoidable. The only real question is whether we confront it deliberately or stumble into it unprepared.

The sections on retirement systems, demographic pressure, and intergenerational conflict have aged uncomfortably well. These issues now dominate political agendas across much of the OECD, often crowding out precisely the long-term investments I argued were necessary. The dynamic I warned about – scapegoating immigrants or other countries rather than seeking structural reform – has become routine rather than exceptional.

Finally, the most speculative part of the original text – the appeal to space, planetary limits, and the necessity of thinking beyond a single finite Earth – now feels less like science-fictional excess and more like an unresolved provocation. While we are still far from becoming a multi-planetary species in any meaningful sense, the underlying point remains intact: a politics that frames human aspiration itself as the problem is ultimately incompatible with survival, let alone justice.

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Tuesday, January 06, 2026

Ariane 5

With his new 3D printer, Eddie has been busy printing an Ariane 5 rocket, while I have been clearing out the basement and shuttling things to the recycling station. With another ten centimetres of snow expected overnight, the ovinter is definitely over, and I am grateful that I have already returned the rental car to Circle K.

Sadly, my cross-country skis are still in Kiruna. Given how underwhelming recent winters in Gothenburg have been, leaving them there seemed like a sensible decision at the time. Frustratingly, the weekend forecast now looks spectacular, with –10 degrees and sunshine, so regret has begun to set in.

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Tuesday, December 23, 2025

Icehotel 36: In orbit

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Friday, September 05, 2025

Bastión de la Luna

Apparently, 18 months have passed since I last mentioned the Moon here on Rawls & Me so, with this busy week of teaching and travelling finally over, I felt like it deserved a post. Even if the Moon may hold the key to some of the sustainability challenges that we face, and I still have a lot of pent-up frustration after yesterday’s conference, I desperately need to turn a page.

And, hailing from Salnés, about 60 kilometres south of Santiago de Compostela, this lovely Albariño was precisely what I needed to do that. As discussed at length in Scruton’s “I Drink Therefore I Am”, wine does something to your thinking, smoothing the edges, and making you see the basic existential truth, what the old confession calls “confitemur partem nos habere in aversione mundi a te”: that we all have our share in the world’s turning away from God.

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Monday, July 28, 2025

Turning thirteen

Yesterday, Eddie turned 13, which means we now have an official teenager in the family. With Anna’s brother and his girlfriend visiting with her two kids, we have had a full house. Luckily, the weather has allowed us to eat all our meals in the garden, so it has never felt crowded.

Among his presents, Eddie got the third novel in The Expanse series, a pair of Marshall earbuds, and some add-ons to Elite Dangerous – a computer game that, with its vast galaxy and open-ended space exploration, is the direct crowdfunded descendant of Frontier: Elite II, a game that sparked countless late-night adventures for me in the mid-1990s.

Today, we have been out and about again, visiting the Botanical Garden here in Gothenburg, which was absolutely lovely. Though I have been running in nearby Änggårdsbergen a few times, this was actually my first visit, and I must say, the Japanese Glade was truly impressive and I am already looking forward to returning in spring.

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Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Hobbyists

Having lived for half a year in New Jersey, the recent mysterious drone sightings across the state has had me curious as I can relate to many of the places mentioned. While Swedish media coverage has been limited, the short story is that many people, including law enforcement and local government officials, have seen multiple strange unidentified aerial phenomenon (UAPs) in the skies over the Eastern seaboard basically every night for weeks now while the White House has been sending conflicted messages, saying that what appears to be drones are, on one hand, “entirely legal and lawful” and, on the other hand, yet to be fully identified. Suggesting that many observations may in fact be commercial airplanes or drones belonging to “hobbyist”, this media strategy has left local politicians frustrated and sparked a new wave of speculation on the Internet about possible non-human intelligence. While I prefer not to jump to any conclusions, I am still open to the possibility that there is more to this story than the official line suggests, so it will be interesting to follow this going forward.

Thrilled to have reached my annual goal of running 3,660 kilometres two days ago, I am otherwise spending this week grading and writing feedback to students. On Monday in Halmstad, Eddie and I made it back to the train with one minute to spare but with all the quantitative methodology exams marked (sadly, more than half of the students failed this first attempt so there will be plenty of exams to mark again in January). Today, the rain has been pouring down all morning but, eventually, I plucked up the courage to challenge the weather and went down to the gym for 30 hobby minutes on the elliptical. 

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Sunday, October 27, 2024

Malá Strana

As a kid, I often travelled to Czechoslovakia and the rest of the world that lay behind the Iron Curtain. Then came the nineties and their long afternoons in Central Europe, the coming of age in a time that still breathed hope and relief as I kept returning to Prague, Vienna, and Budapest.

A few short visits followed in 2007 and 2009 respectively, but then, for some reason, I stopped going to Prague. With Gabriel living in Warsaw, and so much else to explore in Ukraine, Russia and the Middle East, rumour had it that Prague had been overrun by tourists, and with Red Hot & Blues having permanently closed, I felt little desire to return. As such, a total of fifteen years had passed when I finished my last sip of Lavazza coffee and our Boeing 737 touched down at Václav Havel Airport Prague yesterday afternoon. Still, I was surprised by how familiar everything felt. Taking the kids up to Prague Castle, I could feel my own excitement at once again seeing the rocket-like Žižkov Television Tower and, of course, the white embassy on the hill.

Starting our second day in Prague with a river run, William impressed Anna and me by running his first 10k. We topped it off with a long city walk ending at the Museum of Communism. Though it comes across as somewhat one-sided, the museum remains a powerful reminder of the horrors of communism – and one cannot help but wish that the degrowth crowd would pay it a visit.

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Thursday, September 12, 2024

Matador red

Watching the Trump-Harris debate, the “weirdness” of Trump was on full display, especially when he descended into repeating falsehoods of aliens eating cats (something that quickly invited numerous “Alf” memes). In the words of The Atlantic, Kamala Harris “broke" Donald Trump by making him see “matador red”.

As I visited Trollhättan Science Center with the kids today, I feared a somewhat similar reaction when asking why nuclear was excluded from its exhibition of clean energy sources. To my surprise, I was met by genuine curiosity, reminding me that, even as I apparently was the first person to ever ask such a question, the political landscape has changed a lot in the last decade. While the thought of having a museum showcasing nuclear energy and its historically unmatched potential to cut carbon emissions would certainly provoke the ire of Greenpeace and its allies, it may perhaps not be as outlandish as I first thought.

Beyond energy and a Tintin-style rocket, the museum also had oversized Lego bricks which the boys fell in love with. Add some excellent apple crumble to that and I would not be surprised if we return the next time that we are in Trollhättan.

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Monday, April 29, 2024

I am not a conspiracy theorist, but…

Which, of course, is how every conspiracy theorist begins.

Still, as I was reading the final pages of The Three-Body Problem, all my years of arguing against Malthusian pessimism suddenly took on a strangely cinematic coherence. In the novel, the extraterrestrials – the Trisolarans – realize that, given the pace of human technological development, they will not be able to conquer Earth by the time they arrive four hundred years from now. Faced with this problem, they devise a long-term strategy:

“Given a time gap of [four hundred years], the strategic value of any traditional tactics of war or terror is insignificant, and they can recover from them. To effectively contain a civilization’s development and disarm it across such a long span of time, there is only one way to: kill its science”.

“The plan focuses on emphasizing the negative environmental effects of scientific development […] in addition to highlighting the negative effects of progress”.

By amplifying environmental anxieties and recruiting the most misanthropic strands of ecological thought – while playing on humanity’s deep-seated longing for judgement and moral reckoning – the Trisolarans succeed in cultivating a kind of fifth column within humanity itself.

For a fleeting moment, I confess, I found the thought comforting: perhaps the reason I keep running into the same arguments in my academic writing is not that intelligent people sincerely disagree about technology and growth – but that they are unwitting agents in an alien plot to stall civilization.

Alas, the real explanation is almost certainly less dramatic. There is no extraterrestrial mastermind. Rather, many contemporary Malthusians seem to lose sight of the longer arc of human development. Moral outrage at how humanity treats nature in the present – an outrage I share – can easily obscure the possibility that scientific and technological progress might also be the very tools that allow us to repair, decouple, and ultimately transcend those harms.

No conspiracy required. Just different temporal horizons.

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Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Red Coast

Given the present political climate, I have grown increasingly curious about the domestic success of Liu Cixin’s The Three-Body Problem, especially after hearing about the honesty of the scenes set during the Cultural Revolution. With one of the main characters also being a graduate of Tsinghua University where I spent part of my Marie Curie exchange in 2011, I decided to order the book so I would have something for summer afternoons on the balcony. Yet, its pages quickly pulled me in, even more so after reading this critical text, so I guess I will have finished it long before the temperature starts picking up.

Having made pancakes with local eggs from our friends on Styrsö, I look through the UTMB World Series calendar, thinking that maybe there will be a Mount Yun race in April 2025 as well. Located about 300 km northeast of Xi’An, it would be a fascinating journey into the interior of China, especially since Anna speaks Mandarin. For the moment however, all running is on pause as I have come down with a cold, which is a bit annoying since I was already behind with my running goals for this year but, as always, health comes first. 

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Monday, April 08, 2024

Marcus Wandt

After eating my first ice cream of the season in the afternoon sunshine, I biked with the kids to Universeum to meet Sweden’s second astronaut, Marcus Wandt, who gave an inspiring talk about his experiences aboard the International Space Station earlier this year. Unlike those who have found his descriptions of space travel to be prosaic if not banal, I was touched by his image of how our planet in daylight appeared all alone against a dark void but how it, at night, suddenly seemed to be part of the larger cosmos.

As for space-related things, millions across the continental United States are just now getting ready to watch the total solar eclipse as it enters Texas at 1:27 pm and exits Maine at 3:35 pm. For us up here in Sweden, there will be no full solar eclipse until 2126 when Rawls & Me will presumably have been discontinued so perhaps one should instead swing by Spain in August 2026 when there is another chance.

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Saturday, February 03, 2024

Windy

The last week has been exceptionally windy in Scandinavia, with sustained winds of 52 m/s in Stekenjokk setting a new all-time record for Sweden. Even here in Gothenburg, it has been pretty windy (as can be seen above) but nothing too crazy. 

Unlike in Florida where severe thunderstorms are keeping the Swedish astronaut Marcus Wandt in space for a few days longer, the sky cleared up this afternoon as I went for a run around the Delsjön area. With more wintry conditions around the corner, it feels fantastic to know that I will be running up the hills of Parque Florestal de Monsanto in little more than a week from today.

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Thursday, January 18, 2024

Lost chances

As the fourth season of For All Mankind comes to an end on Mars in the early aughts, I find myself thinking about the roads not taken in world history. Much like after 9/11, when the United States had a generational opportunity to win the war on terror outright by adhering to democratic norms, yet instead undermined its position through Guantánamo and the subsequent wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, Israel experienced a unique wave of global solidarity following the heinous attacks by Hamas last October. However, by choosing to bomb Gaza indiscriminately and killing tens of thousands, that goodwill has now been spent. With no clear endgame in sight, the Middle East instead finds itself in an ever-deepening downward spiral.

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Wednesday, August 23, 2023

South Pole

As India succeeds with its landing on the lunar south pole, I am reading up on statistical methods that I used to master two decades ago (but have done my best to unlearn since).

Waking up already before 4 am this morning, I took the train down to Halmstad for a meeting with my new head of department followed by 8k on the treadmill before lunch. Now already on the train back home, I am thinking that I will be able to make good use of the time aboard as every seat has its own power socket and there is 4G/5G reception along almost all of the line. With the train once again running all the way between Halmstad and Gothenburg, the commute also becomes much less of a hassle.

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