Confessions of an Old Nerd
OK, it’s time to fess up. I’m in my mid-50s, and I never learned to touch-type. But it gets worse.
OK, it’s time to fess up. I’m in my mid-50s, and I never learned to touch-type. But it gets worse.

Am I the only one who is considering sprint planning “sessions” for personal side projects? Am I crazy?

I’m about to start a new and utterly crazy side project, and I’m not even sure that I’ll be able to pull it off, or how I’ll do it, or even when.

Trains. People. Interesting to watch. All kinds of people. Walking slow. Running to catch the train.

Today everything is late. 30 minutes. 45 minutes. 1 hour. Connections are missed. Connections are delayed? Am I going to make it?

I wonder how time I waste each year waiting for flights, trains, buses, Ubers, Lyfts, taxis, cars.

Noise-canceling headphones are a true godsend! I can now bring my “quiet bubble” wherever I go.
Here we go again. Yes, every few years I set out to start some insane project. Well, it starts small … a germ of an idea … noodling …

A grey Saturday in February in Lund. Icy streets. Snow and slush. More …

Another early Monday morning in January. No snow yet this morning, but …

Early Monday morning in January, heading to work. I just got off the …

Traveling in style today back from a few days of meetings in Antwerp. …