Confused by different standards I bought jeans in the States two sizes below what I thought my size was and returned home to find the jeans are big enough I could be five months pregnant and perfectly comfortable in them. What a […]

Ew. In September Critical Art Ensemble are coming from New York to Stavanger’s iolab to lead a workshop in wetware. Wetware, yes, that means making art from organic materials. I’m a wimp, but there’s something about the word wetware that makes me […]

I just sent back the Telio IP phone adaptor I was so enthusiastic about when I first heard about it.

I’ve been meaning to blog this – looks like it’ll be interesting to many people doing research on academic uses of weblogs and of the web. The link below goes directly to the PDF; there’s also a summary page for the dissertation. […]

We not only had fun following the players around and laughing at their antics, they reminded us, in the most amusing manner, of how rich with history Bergen is. It’s easy to forget all the stories here – like the stories of […]

I like the rhythms of blogs. I like how things happen while I’m sleeping, how I become aware of other rhythms than my own in the blogs I read. Elouise usually blogs in her mornings, which are my afternoons. Meredith is a […]

A Whole Lotta Nothing points to an astonishing example of how most people don’t get blogs. For some reason a blog post briefly mentioning having watched an episode of Overhauling, which seems to be a makeover show for cars (!), is the […]

Will Self’s imitation of Dorian Gray got a bit repetitive for me so I started on a murder mystery Mum lent me that’s written from the perspective of a boy with Asperger’s. It ‘s so satisfying to sometimes read a book where […]

Clay Shirky has an interesting point in his response to the MT debacle: The dilemma for people who build communal tools is this: if you want something that hooks people emotionally, you cannot have rational users, and vice-versa. And when you build […]

We don’t really celebrate graduations en masse in Norway, well, except PhD graduations, I suppose, so last week I was astonished to hear Pomp and Circumstance played as the graduates walked in (the most familiar part of the melody on repeat) and […]