lördag 30 augusti 2008
I got cought in a meetup after a mushroom excursion.
I'm in the community library where there is free WiFi and books. I've made it a routine to go here and do some writing on Saturdays. There's books and people and it helps me stay in the real world and think about what really matters. Surfing all the social media I get through in a day sometimes makes me feel detached. From the real world.
I think the social web is a great way to extend relationships and stay in touch, make new friends but it can never replace the experience of a face to face meeting. That's why I'm here. With the mushroom people. They ignore me but I got this sneak picture with my laptop webcam.
tisdag 12 augusti 2008
The other day I went to update the blog and screwed up the post without saving. Gone! I couldn't get it together to write everything again.
Good riddence! I'm glad I didn't post it because it was a bit to sentimental for my liking. I'm posting a picture instead. Hold on.
Here it is:
fredag 8 augusti 2008
onsdag 6 augusti 2008
Mindpark berättar att iPhoneapplikationen för Wordpress har uppdaterats och nu stöder svenska tecken. En del återstår för att den skall vara perfekt. Vad vi förstår saknas redigering i fullskärmsläge och förhandsvisning men det verkar som om det kommer sådana finesser i version 1.2.
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This is a post from the blog I wirte fo normally. It's in Swedish so there's not a lot to read if you don't know Swedis. This is about the New wordpress iPhone app. I got this out of my feed which is integrated in the Profy blog so this is an experiment and not regular post
tisdag 5 augusti 2008
My grandparents, on my fathers side, went to Northern China to be missionaries. This is now Xingkiang. They had three children of which the first died. He got sick when they were visiting friends in the dessert. My grandfather rode as fast as he could but the baby died.
Their second child is my father. He was six when they left in 1938.
This is in our family history. Xingkiang, or Xingjiang means new territory but it's not. The people are Uyghur, related to the Turks. Xingjiang used to be called East Turkey. Before he was six and came back to Sweden my dad refused to speak Swedish. On the trip over the Himalaya's he rode and ate with the Uyghur guides. His younger brother, my uncle, sat in a box strapped to a mule, my dad told me. He said: "When you're six you ride a horse". Some trip, eh?
So, you see, I come from a family where you're supposed to ride a horse when you're six. I wish I'd known.
I raced sledge dogs instead.
My dad is old now and he's sorting through his life. That's how I get to learn these things. Things I wish I'd known when I was younger. I would have shown him more respect instead of thinking he had weird ideas about self-reliance.
We're doing a lot of catching up and having fun doing it. There are no hard feelings between us. Sometimes, we find it difficult to understand each other but now I know more about why. Someday, before I'm to old, I'm going to learn to ride a horse.