En tredje fuskfuton

Det har gått några år sedan lillans fuskfuton sattes ihop. Därför känns det bra att sammanfatta hur bra våra bäddar fungerat över lite längre tid. ...och dags för tredje fuskfutonen.

oh-oh-oh-oh to oh-oh-oh-one

The body is breaking hard but the spirit spreads my wings.

1k steps and fish too

Plans are thickening. ...but the xeniafish will follow.

Spider silk'"

Chilly. Dimitri would have been up by now. The stove would have been hot and there would have been a kettle waiting for morning tea. The dogs would be silently sleeping under the table. But the warmth of the household was missing.

Bits, bends, skins, boxes and angles

Some animals have stashes of food to get them through winter. Maybe we humans need to think that way too, I don't know. But I need to stash some ideas here while I go about gathering some more. Just boring stuff and random ideas that probably never will amount to anything.

Well, I told you.

A rough routed riddle

A route is a list of spacetime coordinates.
It has both distance and duration.
The distance can be viewed on a map.
The duration can be viewed in a calendar.

Paradise by the dashboard light...

All it takes is a stray picture while googling on a Welsh hydrogen fuel cell car company. The photo showed the interior of the car. A steering wheel and behind it a speedometer. The usual stuff. 

It's a very strange car. It has a fuel cell that delivers eleven horsepower of electricity that still takes the light-weight vehicle from naught to a hundred in ten seconds. To cut a long story short I'd love to drive one. 

Meanwhile there's time to think about that touchscreen next to the steering wheel.

Got phone in pocket

Minimalism is such a strange thing. Sometimes I need to spend more than just a little cash to get to where I want to be. The weird thing is that some of that spending leads to a life of less stuff.

I'll give you an example.

Tvättar natten ren så att jag kan sova

Hej och gonatt. Klockan har halkat in på en ny dag men jag kan inte sova. Drömde så vackert om min älskade att det är svårt att somna om. Man vill för mycket, om ni förstår. Så tvättmaskinen får ta ett snabbprogram innan jag försöker igen. Under tiden så tittar jag kring mig i den lilla lägenheten. Det har blivit en del förändringar på sistone men det mesta är sig likt.

Färre än två men inte inget heller'"

Klentrimret hade lastats av brevid vägen. Grundskruvarna stod på en lastpall nere vid landsvägen och det skulle ta flera vändor med cykeln för att hämta dem. Hoppas batteriet skulle räcka. Kunde inte lämna dem därnere över natten. Att det inte gick att leverera till rätt ställe. GPS? Bah!

Exhale and inhale'"

Imagine that you are standing outside a climate shell in the middle of a beautiful forrest clearing. The trees go on for kilometers in each direction but you're right where you should be. This is not at the far edge of civilisation, just  one of the unheard vanilla edges, one of the don't-care-edges. Well, actually it's just close to the edge. ...on the undomesticated side of the border. The house lets nature through it, in every aspect of the word, but you are standing next to the electric car instead of being within the shell. You wouldn't be protected indoors anyway.

Goals...

Reaching a goal depends on whether you have a goal or not.

Stripped and tiny

Tiny houses... There are so many ideas for those. But for some reason they all seem to follow the laptop train of thought. The building should be more expensive the smaller it gets. Luckily some people think differently and strive for simplicity without a price tag. Some of those ideas really stick, especially those that don't add anything. Those that instead strip things bare.

Dad's machine'"

It's one of the hardest things I've ever done. Building my dad's computer, that is. It takes skill, tenacity and empathy. But it is possible, it really is.

He shocked me one day as we were drinking coffee in his small living room. He wanted to have a computer. Mostly for bank stuff on the net, but also for keeping in touch with family and friends. He didn't like computers, he told me, but he needed one anyway.

Väck inte den cykel som sover

Nu är det ungefär en månad kvar till min födelsedag. Det betyder att folk frågar mig om vad jag önskar mig.

Jag önskar mig en cykel. ...nästan.

Fler fuskfutoner i hushållet

Ibland sker inte utvecklingen i stadigt långsamma steg. Ibland kastar den sig fram utan minsta förvarning. Så blev det med lillans säng. Ena dagen skulle hon absolut inte byta ut den mot något annat och andra dagen så undrade hur lång tid det skulle ta att bygga en fuskfuton eller två åt henne också.

Vad svarar man på en sådan fråga?