Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Stamboul Train

With fifty thousand Turkish Airlines miles expiring at the end of this year, train may not be the obvious choice for trips to Istanbul, but after watching Murder on the Orient Express in snow-laden Gyltige, its charm is nevertheless undeniable. Having finished The Quiet American, I wanted to read more of Greene, and the interwar years always hold a special appeal for me.

Unfortunately, for the moment, I am afraid I must focus on the 14-page review of the International Marketing programme in Halmstad that I have to read by tomorrow morning. As so many times before, I find myself wondering whether these ritualized exercises genuinely improve quality over time, or merely consume the energies that ought to be devoted to the work itself.

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Bondi

Known as Hoka’s max-cushion cruiser for recovery days, the Bondi has been on my radar for years so, when Sellpy had a white pair for 400 SEK, I immediately jumped at the opportunity. Taking them out for a test run this morning, I think the shoe was just what I had been looking for and, though I do not know how many miles they already have in them, they felt plush and stable. While I primarily plan to use them for easy, sunny days on asphalt, I might also use them for longer walks, as none of my current white sneakers are any good for that.

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Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Harbour life

Working since 5 a.m., I decided to trade my laptop for the brilliant spring sunshine, running along the quays of Gothenburg, just like a month ago, passing Amerikaskjulet and the slow churn of electric ferries crisscrossing the harbour, taking in the salty air with its mix of diesel fumes and pine tar.

After 17 kilometres, I stopped at The Alchemist for coffee and a chèvre toast with apricot jam, walnuts, and thyme, before returning home to the growing backlog of student papers to comment on. Though it exacts its price, finding time for these kinds of mid-week long runs is really worthwhile, and the coming weeks are expected to bring a lot more sun.

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Monday, April 20, 2026

Upper Eden

On our way into the desert, Johanna and I stopped at a Trader Joe’s just off the I-15 to stock up on cheese and supplies. Among the shelves, a Pinot Noir with a blue label from the Santa Lucia Highlands proved irresistible (yes, embarrassing as it is, I sometimes buy wines based on the label alone). Packed with memories from the Central Coast, not far from Steinbeck country, it turned out to be just perfect for yesterday’s “Spargelzeit”, as duly celebrated in the interior of Halland with a Sunday steak and beurre noisette.

Based on all the feedback I received in California and through the internal review process, I have now resubmitted my book chapter to the editor in Singapore under its new title, “Surprisingly Green: Ecomodernism, Social Democracy, and the Limits of Eco-Centric Politics”. As always, having to cut words is painful, but I think the chapter is significantly stronger after these revisions. If the original timetable holds, the book may appear in print with Routledge sometime in early 2027.

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Saturday, April 18, 2026

Hunger games

“This is the best book I have ever read”. In this day and age, few things make a dad as happy as seeing his eleven-year-old kid completely absorbed by a novel rather than a screen. And after hiking eight kilometres together, surrounded by wood anemones, I have had the plot explained to me in wonderful detail. It is fascinating how books really can become doors to other universes.

Tomorrow, William has another chess tournament coming up and, with heavy rain expected, I am glad I got to run around Delsjön yesterday afternoon in the sunshine, even if it meant working all morning today.

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Friday, April 17, 2026

One-hundred-eighty-three billion

Instead of moving quickly to build publicly owned nuclear power and clearly articulating its importance for phasing out fossil fuels globally, the Swedish government continues to procrastinate. The latest example is the announcement of 183 billion SEK for a new geological repository for nuclear waste.

It is difficult not to react – not only to the sheer scale of the sum, but to what it represents: yet another instance of nuclear power being burdened by politically constructed costs and institutional inertia rather than technical realities.

There is a much simpler alternative: continued interim storage. In Sweden, this takes the form of water-filled pools where spent fuel is cooled and shielded. This is not a temporary fix in the sense of being inadequate. It is a robust and well-proven method that can function safely over very long time horizons. Crucially, it also provides something that geological disposal does not: time.

Time to develop better technological solutions.

The case for geological disposal rests on a familiar assumption: that spent nuclear fuel must be isolated deep underground for up to 100,000 years. At first glance, this sounds both reasonable and morally compelling. But it contains an obvious contradiction. The 100,000-year requirement assumes that civilization is stable enough to plan, fund, and execute a century-long engineering project – yet somehow too fragile to be trusted with monitoring a storage pool a few centuries from now. You cannot have it both ways.

Because spent nuclear fuel is not merely waste. It is also a resource. With advanced reactor designs and technologies such as transmutation, there is real potential to significantly reduce both the volume and long-term radiotoxicity of spent fuel – while generating large amounts of clean electricity in the process. To permanently seal this material deep underground therefore appears, at best, premature, and at worst, a deliberate decision to foreclose future options.

This raises a more fundamental question: why the urgency to make something irreversible?

A common argument concerns security – the risk of proliferation or nuclear terrorism. But the logic here does not hold up to scrutiny. Sweden's interim storage facilities are among the most monitored, regulated, and physically secured sites in the country, operating under constant oversight precisely because of their political sensitivity. If a proliferation risk exists anywhere, it is in the vast and loosely tracked global inventory of nuclear material – not in a Swedish facility that is under continuous scrutiny. The question is not whether interim storage can be made secure. It can. The question is whether geological disposal is actually more secure, over any realistic policy horizon. The answer is far from obvious.

What is really at stake is a deeply embedded idea that the problem must be solved once and for all, permanently and irreversibly. But perhaps that very idea is the problem.

Rather than committing hundreds of billions to a system designed never to be reopened, the priority should be on what actually matters in the near term: rapidly expanding nuclear power to displace fossil fuels, in Sweden and beyond.

Seen in that light, 183 billion SEK for a geological repository is not just a large cost.

It is a misallocation. An extraordinarily expensive one.

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Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Come sail away

This morning, I briefly escaped to the balcony with a cup of coffee and the escapist treat that I was able to pick up with some surplus cash at San Diego airport. Reading about the 16th-century Portuguese colony of “Paraty” on the Costa Verde, just south of Rio de Janeiro, the vibrant azulejo tiles and the intense greenery tell me that I am far from finished with the Lusophone world. For now, however, the only realms I will be sailing on are virtual ones, as I juggle a constant stream of student emails and Zoom meetings, topped off by the utter absurdism of watching the Swedish comedian Messiah Hallberg euthanize the Bolibompa dragon together with William.

Monday, April 13, 2026

Lucky

Only a few days after Johanna and I got back from the United States, the pilots and cabin crew of Lufthansa decided to celebrate the airline’s centenary in the most traditional way possible: by striking. With thousands of flights cancelled, customers have apparently spent up to six hours in line trying to be rebooked or found themselves stuck in endless loops with AI bots. Thinking back on our trip, with our double upgrade on the way over and our hike among rattlesnakes in the Cleveland National Forest, we certainly had our share of good fortune, and I even got a box of Lindt chocolate to bring home.

Sticking to the theme of luck, William went downhill skiing in Kiruna while I was in the US. Reviewing his Suunto app stats together, I got a bit of PTSD by proxy when seeing that his maximum speed had been 61 kilometres per hour and that he had made a couple of two-metre jumps. Happily, all went well, but I guess this is clearly one of those situations when the less I know, the better off I am.

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Sunday, April 12, 2026

Kongahälla

Taking the express bus north again for another tournament, this Sunday follows a now familiar pattern: me working and William playing chess, Picadeli lunches, and William’s friend Amos wearing his signature red bow tie.

The only break from the routine has been a visit to the nearby Nordic Wellness Kongahälla gym for the first ten of this month’s fifty kilometres, followed by a few more on the treadmill. After going without a quantitative running target for the first three months of the year, I have realised that having no target makes me just as stressed as having one. As such, I have decided to aim for 50 kilometres per week for the remainder of the year, for a total of 2,600 kilometres. Though significantly lower than in previous years, I hope that goal will help me stabilise my running at a sustainable level while still giving me time to be a present dad.

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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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