Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Nationellt isdygn

Finally able to sleep in a bit, I started the day by constructing exam questions for my social work students and listening to a fascinating podcast with the Scottish philosopher Amanda Askell about her work writing the “constitution” that governs the AI model Claude. As always when it comes to AI, there is every indication that we are in for a ride...

This January has been the coldest in two decades, and with more cold weather moving in from Russia, all of Sweden’s weather stations are once again expecting sub-zero temperatures. With a real-feel temperature of −9 degrees, I set off for another harbour run after our bi-weekly department online meeting, covering 25 kilometres in the sun, with a few 30-second strides towards the end to improve neuromuscular efficiency and running form. Stopping first at the observation tower in Slottsskogen (which I had never been up to before) and then at Alkemisten for coffee on the return, life is clearly good, and I feel fortunate to be able to mix work and play like this.

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Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Triathlon Tuesday

Suddenly in a time zone of my own, I woke up at 4 a.m. again today and finished the revisions of my article. As always, I discovered a couple of annoying typos the minute after submitting, but there will presumably be a few more rounds before it appears in print.

After two more hours of work, I took the tram down to Valhallabadet for a sprint triathlon. Just as before, the biking was the worst part, but at least I was able to refuel with a freshly baked cinnamon bun. One day, I might consider doing a half Ironman (70.3) – even as the thought of riding 90 kilometres on an indoor trainer is utterly horrifying.

On my way home, I picked up another package from Sellpy, this time containing a terry polo from Orlebar Brown for 450 SEK which turned out to be absolutely lovely, and a Danish leather jacket for 200 SEK to match. Sadly, the colour of the jacket was completely off – nothing at all like the one Bond wears in Morocco (not that I would know) – so I am afraid it will have to go back. The polo, however, is a definite keeper: essentially a dark blue version of the grey one from OAS that I bought three years ago and have worn extensively ever since.

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Monday, January 26, 2026

Cappuccino scuro

Waking up at 4 am as Anna had to catch an early train to Örebro, I spent the morning being super productive in front of my computer, responding to most if not all of the reviewer concerns. By 10 am, I felt nearly ready to resubmit the article. 

Based on past experience, I decided to hold off for a bit and get some emotional distance from the text. Instead, I went down to Nordic Wellness to finish this month’s rowing, followed by coffee at our lovely neighbourhood café, Bar à Kaffe. Their cappuccino scuro proved to be the right choice for a flat white aficionado like me – someone who never quite forgets Australia.

In the real world, the worst Greenland madness seems to have passed, only to be replaced by heinous shootings by ICE agents. As America continues its descent into authoritarianism and away from the international institutions that have underpinned its post-war prosperity, writing about cosmopolitan hope calls for a certain distance from the present. Yet there is something almost absurd in the thought that Trump would represent the furthest our aspirations will reach – that we would come this far only to succumb to our basest instincts.

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Sunday, January 25, 2026

Altos de José Ignacio

On her way to Örebro for teaching, Anna stopped by Ängtegsgatan which gave me a reason to try to reproduce the wonderful fish I had the other day at Fiskbar 17 with my old-time colleague Sofie. Sesame-roasting cauliflower in the oven and making shari – the short-grain Japanese rice used in sushi – I settled for cod, which I this time managed not to ruin. Paired with a glass of Uruguayan albariño, it was the perfect way to end a day that also included me finishing my hundred weekly kilometres, William coming second in his chess tournament, and a very encouraging “revise & resubmit” from Moral Philosophy and Politics, which will probably keep me busy throughout the week.

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Saturday, January 24, 2026

Sellpy

While Eddie has been busy decoding WEFAX (Weather Facsimile/Radiofax) data from the 1950s, I have been opening a big box from Sellpy. To my great joy, the Chelsea boots in size 48 fit perfectly, and at 360 SEK they were definitely a steal.

As for the rest of my order, including the cardigan above, I remain undecided and will probably bite the bullet and pay the 59 SEK return shipping fee. I only discovered Sellpy a week ago, but I have to admit that I am already hooked, with a couple of new orders currently on their way in preparation for upcoming spring adventures.

Friday, January 23, 2026

Lighthouse lager

After a busy week, it is finally Friday and, with 72 kilometres of running logged, I am on track to once again reach 100 kilometres for the week. Finishing my icy run at Coop, I stumbled upon a local lager from Ringön here in Gothenburg which, together with a Digestive biscuit and a slice of salami from Naples, left no doubt that the weekend had arrived.

On Sunday, William has his first chess tournament of the year, while Eddie will spend most of the weekend trying to qualify for the cybersecurity “Säkerhets-SM” in Stockholm in mid-March. For my own part, I plan to do some reading and also assess a teaching portfolio for Mälardalen University, in preparation for an interview coming up in a couple of weeks.

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The new high-speed trains

Since the late 1980s, Sweden has endlessly debated the construction of new high-speed rail lines. The discussion has waxed and waned over the decades, with successive governments promising bold action only to be worn down by institutional fatigue and indecision. With a population of ten million, the economic case has always been uncertain, and investments in high-speed rail only really make sense – if at all – when conceived as part of a broader strategy to free up capacity for freight and regional traffic on existing lines.

Unfortunately, I have for some time suspected that nuclear power has become the new high-speed trains. After making daring promises in the run-up to the 2022 election, the centre-right government has so far delivered little more than paperwork and an extremely costly financing framework which may – or may not – eventually result in a marginal addition of nuclear capacity on Väröhalvön, next to the existing Ringhals nuclear power plant. With a possible change of government this autumn, and the Swedish Green Party making it clear that they will not participate in a government that builds nuclear power, the prospects for new nuclear once again look deeply uncertain.

It would all be simply tragicomic were it not for the urgency of the climate crisis and the need to displace fossil fuels – something that, historically, only nuclear power (together with hydropower) has been capable of achieving at scale.

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Thursday, January 22, 2026

Swimming with theory

Late in the morning, sometime around half past ten, I found myself in the chlorinated half-light of Valhallabadet. There is something about swimming that invites thinking without forcing it, the way thoughts surface and dissolve between lengths. What kept returning was not the heat of yesterday’s grading conference but a quieter unease about what we are actually asking of our students when we talk about “good methodology” and “proper theory”. Or perhaps more precisely: whose idea of proper we are defending, and at what cost?

Two exceptionally strong students have written a thesis that is intellectually ambitious and clearly their own. It takes risks. It does not follow a cookbook logic where theory is first “operationalised” and then “tested” in a neatly sealed methodological container. Instead, theory functions as a lens, a way of seeing and arguing about the world. 

What struck me most in the discussion was how quickly quality became conflated with compliance. The absence of a familiar methodological template was treated not as a choice to be discussed, but as a deficiency to be corrected. Method, in this view, becomes less a tool than a gatekeeper: something you “have”, demonstrate that you “use”, and then reproduce consistently, regardless of whether it actually helps you answer the question you have posed.

In an exchange with a colleague afterwards – one that I found both clarifying and reassuring – the point was made very clearly that this is not what our own assessment criteria say, nor what serious academic work has ever been about. Method matters, of course. But it is only one part of a much larger intellectual whole: the formulation of a relevant problem, independence vis-à-vis existing research, an understanding of theoretical assumptions and limitations, argumentative coherence, and an ability to situate one’s contribution within a broader scholarly conversation. Reducing all of this to a box-ticking exercise about “having a method” is not rigour, it is dogma.

There is also something historically naïve about the demand that theory must always be “tested” in a narrow, positivist sense to count as legitimate. Large parts of political science, international relations, and social theory simply do not work that way – and never have. Theories often function as paradigms, as interpretive frameworks that help us make sense of complex realities. They can be more or less convincing, more or less fruitful, but they are not laboratory hypotheses waiting to be falsified by a single case. Expecting students to pretend otherwise is pedagogical confusion.

At the grading conference, tempers flared. That happens when deeply held ideas about what counts as knowledge are challenged. Whatever the outcome, I hope it opens up a broader conversation – not about this particular thesis, but about the kind of intellectual environment we are cultivating.

As I finished my swim and climbed out of the pool, I felt calmer than when I went in. Still unresolved, but clearer about what is at stake. Universities should be places where students learn not only to follow methods, but to understand them, question them, and, when appropriate, move beyond them. If we lose that, we risk producing very correct theses – and very cautious thinkers.

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Between Ferries and Footnotes

The morning began with a 14-kilometre harbour run, the kind that reminds me why Gothenburg is at its best when taken at an unhurried Retrovarvet pace. Somewhere mid-run, I hopped on the ferry over to Lindholmen, letting the legs cool while the city slid past at water level. There is something appealing about treating public transport as an interval session: a short pause, a change of scenery, and then back into motion on the other side.

Later in the day, the focus shifted indoors. Ten kilometres on the rowing machine at Nordic Wellness Örgryte may not be quite as poetic as a winter harbour run, but it has its own appeal in its brutal honesty and steadily accumulating sense of effort, as I work my way down those fifty montly kilometres of indoor rowing.

Perhaps the real milestone of the day, however, was finally carving out enough time to begin reading Postsecondary Educational Opportunities for Students with Special Education Needs, which I hope will serve as a conceptual starting point for a new article project.

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Monday, January 19, 2026

Whitish January

Halfway through the first month of the year, I am already seeing clear health benefits from abstaining from alcohol, something that is made very easy by being alone with the kids. More specifically, my VO₂ max has been on a steady climb ever since that last bottle of Malbec, which I assume has something to do with rebounding blood plasma volumes, higher HRV, and better recovery overall.

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