
The chief investigator of the Swedish Accident Investigation Board blames the numbers for the crashlanding of SAS flight SK-751. No, really, it’s not »Lost«, he means it. Read more

The chief investigator of the Swedish Accident Investigation Board blames the numbers for the crashlanding of SAS flight SK-751. No, really, it’s not »Lost«, he means it. Read more

Nothing taunts the human mind like a censored map. We simply can’t resist the urge of filling in the blanks, wondering what’s wrong, getting the eerie feeling someone is trying to cover up. It all comes back to our belief in that maps is a represenation of reality, which rarely is the case. Read more

»Appointments NOT always necessary (You never know – you may be expected!)«

Today, I read news that two politicians in the Swedish Left Party want to ban domestic flights and replace these with airships. Spontaneous thought: FINALLY! The dream of helium giants silently cruising above sleeping cities needs to be revived. Read more

I was watching the Winter Olympics from Vancouver and was confused by the starter’s gizmo in the speed skating event. It’s not only intriguingly futuristic but also a bit too similar to the weapons in “V” for me to just shake it off. And why does it flash when the starter press the button? Read more

I was doing some work-related research on the Olympic Games when I stumpled upon something I really had no idea about: Town planning used to be one of the Olympic »sports«. Read more
Our digital tools for creating music and art becomes more and more advanced, and with that falls an important responsibility on the creator: He or she has to make the process as difficult as possible. When the tools are sophisticated enough, lack of innovation on the user side leads to conformist results. And what fun is left in pop culture then? Read more
There’s definitely something about Air France’s morning flight between Paris-Charles de Gaulle and Milano-Malpensa. It departs from the gate next to the Stockholm flight, which I travel with a handful of times a year in work. Last time I went, these two blokes were sitting in the Milano gate:

And yesterday, there was a repeat:

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