Posts from year 2014
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Autumn in Stockholm
Suddenly I find myself spending the autumn months in Stockholm, a cold but beautiful city. Even though I’ve been here countless times during the last 30 years, I still find new places and I love exploring the crooked alleys and hidden paths lurking around the corners.
Mink Machine turns 20 years old
20 years ago, I wrote the first lines of HTML code on this site. It was written in Emacs on a Solaris workstation and viewed in Mosaic, since this was before Netscape and Internet Explorer were even released.
Way Out West 2014
The city festival Way Out West is known for having an eclectic mix of bands, and this year was certainly no exception.
Vineyards of southern France
French wines are deeply ingrained in the national culture and are produced in a wide variety of styles. But there can be a vast difference in taste, aroma and other characteristics, depending on the region.
Having champagne in Champagne
I rolled into the Champagne region with the sort of expectation that comes from a steady reputation. That every vineyard smells of yeast, every cellar echoes with history and every bottle hides a story. What I found was all that, plus proud stories, dark tunnels and a lot more respect for what goes into that sparkling glass.
Paris, je t’aime
Yesterday I wandered through the streets of Paris. The sun illuminated the golden statues on the roof of Opera Garnier, a sight I’ve passed many times, and I thought about how a city changes between visits.
Nine Inch Nails back on tour
Several years ago, I stood alone in the rain on a muddy field at the Arvika festival, surrounded by thousands as Trent Reznor teared away at his equipment.
Echoes of Laibach in Slovenia
Slovenia isn’t the kind of place that screams for your attention. It sits quietly, a nation-sized smirk, carved out of mountains and shadowed history. Today I find myself in the capital city Ljubljana.
Zany days in Zagreb
Zagreb feels like a city of contradictions. Austro-Hungarian bones dressed up in socialist concrete. Young students sipping expensive espresso in leafy avenues. If cities had poker faces, Zagreb would clean the table.
The dark days of Sarajevo
Sarajevo isn’t just a dot on the map. It’s a scar that never quite healed, a city with a haunted stare, war stories and a deeper sense of what it means to survive.