whenever i visit mom in kungsängen i slump back into the worn, white leather couch, sleep late and eat a lot. also, i usually go and check on my teeth. no cavities this time, which was surprising. but yay how encouraging.
other than that, some buildings have been torn down, others have been built. met up with childhood friend matilda “you-are-wrong-by-default” baraibar and her sister carolina, and we took their kids for a stroll and then they left for the city. i just borrowed a bus pass from a neighbour (mass transit is prohibitivly expensive here) and am meeting up brother in stockholm proper later tonight. let’s see how many beers i can squeze out of him.
also, this is a good post on slashdot about the metaphore “information highway”. click the text below to go to the original post:
“Suppose the highways were like the net…
A highway hundreds of lanes wide. Most with pitfalls for potholes. Privately operated bridges and overpasses. No highway patrol. A couple of rent-a-cops on bicycles with broken whistles. 500 member vigilante posses with nuclear weapons. A minimum of 237 on ramps at every intersection.”