January Detox

I am not a New Year’s Resolution type of person. I have strong issues with the idea that you can turn your life around just because you hit an arbitrary point on the calendar. Ever since my trip to Torvehallerne this weekend I’ve been restless. Scrap that, more restless than I already was. Restless in… Read More

Feeling Analogue in a Digital World

There are some days when I really need a break from the digital. Yes, I appreciate the irony of writing that on a computer and then sending it out to be viewed by strangers on the Internet. But some days I just want to turn my back on the whole thing. I don’t want to… Read More

Writer, Baker, Candlestick-Maker

This afternoon I went to one of my all-time favourite places. The first time I came here, I was still living in Jutland and working for LEGO, but the moment I walked through the doors I knew my days in Jutland were numbered. I had to go home to Copenhagen just so I could be… Read More

The Routine-Haters Routine Part II

This morning I went to school with my son. They’d invited the parents to a meeting to explain the IB assessment criteria. Report cards are coming out and apparently the grading system is complicated and too many damn pages for any man to understand … there go those Hamilton lyrics again. At least they provided good… Read More

Monday Writing Realisation

I’ve never been one of those people for whom Monday morning looms like some mythical monster at the end of the weekend. I’m not saying I’m someone who welcomes it with open arms, apart from that brief period in 2009. Back then Monday mornings meant getting out of the tiny apartment I shared with my… Read More

The Routine-Haters Routine

These days my weekday morning routine is very much that – routine. Personally, I’m not a fan of routines. Luckily for me, I’d identified this trait before I went for my last job interview and landed myself a job where routine was never an issue. Until Activity Based Seating, which I’m going to re-name Absolute… Read More

Birthday Cookies for … Hamilton?

I had vague plans for this evening. There was something about a book, a notebook, copious amount of tea – research mode. But then we discovered that today is Hamilton’s birthday and since my son and I fling lyrics at each other all day, he said we had to celebrate and make cake. Unfortunately our… Read More

Let Me Tell You What I Wish I’d Known

When I was young and dreamed of glory … Or before Hamilton lyrics took over my life and made it impossible for me to sleep at night because they insist on running through my head. Even Les Mis lyrics never did that to me. But I did dream of glory. I dreamed of fame and… Read More

Waking into the Sunrise

There is magic in the dark mornings. The magic of a blank page, of something waiting to unfold. These days I walk to work as the run rises and I walk home as it sets. (Obviously I don’t do that during the summer months or I’d be at work nineteen hours. I don’t think even… Read More