Daylight Saving Time

Wide awake long before dawn, I decided to sneak out for a harbour run while the kids were asleep, stopping for a morning coffee at the Preem gas station in Gårda and watching a waxing yellow Moon give way to a misty sunrise.

After 18 kilometres of quayside running, I started worrying about the kids, so I took the tram home. Yet, after dropping William off for his second day of math camp at Chalmers, I topped up with 10k of indoor rowing and 4k on the treadmill at Nordic Wellness Järntorget. With that, I at least made it to 60 kilometres this week, which makes me wonder how I ever managed to run twice or almost three times that in a single week. At least the rowing is good shit. I tend to think of it less as cardio and more as a form of muscular endurance training, and 50 km per month has really upped my game.

Meanwhile, in the real world, the war in Iran continues, and much as Trump had hoped for some kind of “Iranuary 6th” moment, domestic revolt does not seem to be forthcoming. As so many times before, violence only reinforces the sense of victimhood on which the regime feeds. After decades of failed regime change, from Libya to Iraq, one cannot help thinking that the pull factor of freedom, and the sympathy that followed 9/11, might once have inspired a generation had the US not responded as it did.

Halfway there

Having dropped William off at Chalmers University of Technology for another weekend of mathematical wizardry, I went down to Chalmersgatan where Nordic Wellness has just acquired a new and rather fancy gym. Rowing ten of the twenty kilometres I need to finish before heading to the US, I almost felt like being halfway there, a feeling that intensified over a bagel at Jimmy & Joan’s.

Listening to “Nåt som verkligen är bra” by Lars Winnerbäck, I realise I am clearly not the only one prone to seeing images. But with only two hours left until I have to pick William up again, I have to stop dreaming and return to work. If not before, I promise to start April with one of my signature mid-Atlantic blog entries.

Workaholics

With the rain intensifying outside, I curl up on the sofa after a tense day at work. Coming from a family of workaholics, I do not expect much sympathy, but this week will go down as one of the busiest on record, with eight hours of seminars both today and tomorrow.

Having less than a week left in Europe, logistics is a puzzle of its own, but for now it seems as if everything is where it should be. Hopefully, the rain will pass overnight so that I can repeat my Monday morning run to Jansa brygga, famous for its seal colony.

Over lunch

Over lunch, my sister called me to share her fears about the world and the direction of AI development. As a software engineer in Stockholm, she is seeing first-hand how the industry is changing – how AI-generated, customized code is rapidly replacing open source and human intent.

Always the optimist, I try to stay sane by taking Caia to Tylösand. Yet, with companies like Anthropic having made AGI their explicit near-term target, I cannot deny that I am scared too. Even if we somehow avoid turning all of the solar system into “computronium”, the consequences of an intelligence explosion are, to a large extent, beyond human imagination.

For now, our best hope seems to be that human-level intelligence turns out to be a much harder problem than the past five years of AI development have given us reason to believe. Either that – or that something is in fact “wrong” with reality at a much more fundamental level (think Fermi’s paradox).

Row with a view

After seven hours of solid sleep on the white sofa from Önsvala, I was hoping to catch the last of the unusually strong solar storm, but dawn arrived before I got to see any northern lights. Running out to Kinbergsudde, just as I did in December, I was very tempted to jump right into Kalmarsund. Uncharacteristically, reason prevailed, and I continued to the waterfront Nordic Wellness for some rowing and strength training. With its large windows overlooking the guest harbour and the new Stordalen hotel under construction, the views certainly made my usual Örgryte gym blush.

A long winter later, there are once again flowers in my parents’ gardens, and keeping with tradition, I topped up my morning run with another jog around Stensö together with my mother. Having just turned 77, she remains remarkably enduring, and it is hard not to be impressed by her stamina over the decades. While I chase mileage targets and races, she simply keeps going.

Stopping service

Today, train 327 is making a large number of unusual stops on its way from Gothenburg to Kalmar. Among them, “Rävlanda” is my obvious favourite, bringing back memories of running the Borås Ultra Marathon in 2024, but also offering a subtle hint of what could be in store for this blog as Lufthansa is rolling out its "Future Onboard eXperience", or “FOX”, this spring – assuming that my upgrade request for the Airbus 350-900 return flight from San Diego to Munich clears.

Looking back on yesterday’s crisis simulation, I was so impressed by the students and their creativity, even using AI to generate logotypes and graphical profiles for the fictive municipality of “Långsdalen”. Next Friday, I will have another marathon session in front of Zoom with the same 30 students, as I attempt an oral exam with ten minutes allocated to each student.

Crisis simulation

After spending six hours in an oxygen-starved conference room, the annual crisis simulation with my organizational communication class is over, and I am let out into the brilliant spring sunshine. Walking to the station, I can look back on three beautiful days in Halland that have included a hike with Johanna to the old salt mill in Svalilt, intense academic discussions, and a dinner worthy of the most incorrigible foxes, accompanied by the Nespolino Sangiovese Merlot blend that I discovered during my last visit to Pontus.

Tomorrow, Eddie and I will take another train across Sweden to see my parents for the first time since December, and I hope to squeeze in a run around Stensö, as the forecast promises endless sunshine. As for forecasts and weather, California is currently experiencing a massive heat wave, with inland temperatures already climbing above 40 degrees – something that does not normally happen until May. Hopefully, it will cool off in time for the Silverado mountain trail race on 4 April. If not, I may be in for another heat-induced race cancellation, like the one in Portugal back in 2023.

Only way out

With an Emirates jet again passing overhead on its way to the Americas, I struggled to bring my weekly volume back above 70 kilometres for the first time since January. Eventually, though, I made it home through the mist, microwaved some leftovers, and sat down in front of the computer with a cup of Americano.

Looking ahead over the coming two weeks, the workload is simply insane and, as so many times before, I wonder how I will be able to finish everything in time. Yet, if the past is any guide, the only way out is through. So, with that in mind, I will finish this blog post and turn instead to a manuscript on the geopolitical dynamics of nuclear fuel supplies that I have promised to review.

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.

Sideways rain

Moving to Gothenburg in 2023, sideways rain was perhaps not what I was looking forward to most. Still, during today's harbour run, the maritime magic won out over the awfulness of the weather, as the presence of the western sea reminded me of last year’s sailing aboard the Queen Mary 2.

As for those doing the full transatlantic crossing, The Guardian reports that a mischievous fox apparently sneaked aboard a cargo ship in Southampton and travelled all the way to New York before ending up at the Bronx Zoo, which obviously leaves me tempted to do the same one day. For now, though, I better stick with Lufthansa, as I have to be back for teaching Swedish politics, which today comes with the tragic conclusion of the Liberal Party’s death dance with the Sweden Democrats.

Despite the fact that 74 percent of her own voters are against inviting the Sweden Democrats into government, Simona Mohamsson did just that, like some latter-day Paul von Hindenburg. Having been awarded the Bertil Ohlin Prize and repeatedly received funding from the Karl Staaff Foundation, I am profoundly saddened by this development and the lack of moral fibre it represents.