A homeless citizen of the internet


21 years ago I sat together with my sister, chatting with strangers, by the family computer in the hallway of our downtown apartment. We had finally gotten a computer with internet after moving to this new city! It was amazing in spite of the ping being terrible and the modem disconnecting every five minutes. When our parents begrudgingly paid those sky high telephone bills, they had no idea what a good investment it was in my personal life.

IRC was big in my home town and everyone* was on there. In the computer labs in my teens, me and my classmates sat chatting on lunch breaks and I met hundreds of people IRL on meets and parties. Some of them stuck, most of them I have forgotten or nod to when I see them around town.

When I moved back home three years ago, after six years in regional exile, the ones greeting me back were the people I got to know through IRC all those years ago. My now best friend in town was the friend of my first boyfriend. I met him while chatting through the nights as silently as one could with old keyboards and modems that made actual noises while dialing the internet.

18 years ago I sat perched on an old computer chair that was covered with a rag carpet because the stuffing in the chair had begun fleeing out through the hole in the light green fabric, in my mother's living room. My use of the internet centered around IRC (before the great hacking of DalNet in 2001, that doozy) and Collegeslackers.com while that was still a forum, and a couple of communities where new and old connections mixed.

On Collegeslackers I made new friends, some of which I'm still friends with today albeit on Facebook because we live on different continents. If I ever visit the states I'm gonna check to see if they're en route, for sure.


15 years ago I started my first blog, after steadily reading a couple myself. And I'm still at it. It was just two years ago I met with someone I'd gotten to know through our blogs, IRL. You're thinking, why am I reading this? I'm sort of getting to a point, hopefully. You guys know that I'm sentimental about the good old days of the internet. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get into that too much, just hear me out.

The whole thing has been rubbing me the wrong way for a long time. If I'm not happy with the e-socials nowadays, why don't I just quit? Opt-out for reals? Quit the blog and delete my social media accounts and just move on with my life, with my old and new IRL friends?

I talked to my partner about it the other day, over dinner. With bubbly in our glasses, a fire lit in the fireplace and a tasty dinner consisting of like, chili with more chili on top, I questioned why I even bother to think about the internet so much. I don't miss anything in life really, so why is it bothering me? My partner is already happily mostly-out so he twisted and turned the arguments of both sides with me.

I've put my finger on it;
If I opt-out of social media, it means that I'm officially putting
a stop to a means of meeting new friends


The internet has always been a social place for me. Somewhere to connect and stumble over new friends and take part in their lives. Hear from people I would never meet otherwise. I’ve met some of my very most close friends in school and in social situations, but I would never want to be without the ones I’ve met online.

It's not as much fear of missing out right now as it is fear of missing out in the future. I know that's a sort of inconsequential difference, but it is a big one. Hadn't I blogged those years ago, I wouldn't have made a number of my friends. Hadn't I chatted, I would have missed out on three of my closest friends and 20 of my less close ones. Hadn't I communitied (hey, at 3 AM you're allowed to make up words), I would have missed out on connections and at least funny stories about terrible three-night stands that we still laugh about.

Hell, half of my old romances stem from the internet. My partner, the man that I am living with, I met online. We should have met organically seeing as we have like 50 mutual friends and acquaintances and were invited to the same BBQs, but we didn't.


I have a social life and meet new people which is more than enough but having used the internet as a social platform for over 20 years, it's a weird feeling to go back to 1997 before the possibility even existed. Even if I think Instagram and the fast media are hollow compared to earlier forms of communication on the internet, and even if I really feel I don't belong there, it's still so hard to imagine just letting it all go. I know the party's taking place elsewhere, and I'm choosing not to go.

The grating feeling I have regarding social media today is in stark contrast to how meaningful and adding to my life the social internet has been for my life, for so long. I'm not gonna lie. I'm a grown-ass woman, and it's still hard to take to heart.

I don't have any answers on what I should do, but at least I know what the gist is? It may scatter my insecurities around blogging, because blogging in itself gives me great joy, so why stop? The rest… I don’t know. We’ll see.

*When I say everyone I mean like having people logging into our city's channel (the teen culture was strong in our 90k town) and I was able to identify and chat with at least two boys I'd been eyeing IRL for a long time. "Breakdancekid-86 just joined #town."
"He has a breakdancer style AND is born in 1986, maybe it's him!".
It was. Good times.


My blog 10 years ago

Okay, so I KNOW you guys, after all my whining, are like "Seriously Ellet, what in the world was so great with old school blogging? I bet you were as useless then as you are now!" and lemme tell ya; No, I was more useless! I didn't add any concrete value to anyone's life because that was the common way of blogging back then (now I'm at least giving out warnings about dyeing your own leather chairs, right). The haphazardness of it all made it quite relaxing and not as demanding, even though the bouts of "why do I do this?" were present then as well. But I'm sure you're all skeptical still, so I thought I'd dig deep in my old archives and just show you.

So, where WAS the blog ten years ago?

Well, how about looking at this masterpiece from 2009! I can't cite any posts closer to the 14th of August because... well let's just say my blog was anonymous for a reason...


The girl that was wrapped around his leg on that party hooked him for reals shortly after, and is now his wife and the mother of his child. So we never did find out his secret.

And then there was stuff like this; Blog Awards. And yeah, there were real awards and conventions that people went to, but there was also these silly little badges and awards that individual bloggers themselves gave out, and I got at least four of them. So nice. They plastered the side of my blog because fun.


Awards I was given!

Nowadays I have to unfollow people because they get shilly with brands and trying to sneak-sell products (or get pregnant, sorry, I'm not about that mom blogger life), back then I sometimes had to unfollow in pure grief because the blogger in question got a book deal and therefore disappeared or made the blog to be just about the book they were releasing.

I narrated my living in the dorm that I called the cookie collective, me moving across the country, my jobs, my unemployment (with a twist: Unemployement Idol!), and wrote an epic 18-part story about everything that led up to me kissing a man that wasn't my boyfriend that one time. I gave my friends thoughtful aliases and made e-friends that turned into real life friends. And I had a great time doing it all, inspite of doubts and blogger's block and all that jazz.

I read classics like "Getting Single" (that cliffhanger yo, it went on for months, so EXCITING!), The Angry Owl, The Monster Apathy, SecretOfficeConfessions, Steam Me Up Kid, Erisgirl, Hyperbole and A Half (ya know, before she released an awesome book and now is picked apart in sourceless memes), Father Muskrat, Living Shallow Living Well.

Some are still semi-active, like Vegetable Assassin, *Insert My Blog Name Here*, Pearl.. Why You Little, Bridget Jones Has Nothing On Me and The Junk Drawer.

And I'm still around too, though under another name for the fifth time.

So what's in for the next ten years of this blog?

In 2005, I started my first blog on LiveJournal, when I moved away from home for the first time, and since then I’ve been at it. That in itself says something, right? And after having a blog in one form or the other for almost 15 years by now, one of the greatest questions isn't -really- whether to blog or not, but it's whether to blog anonymously or not. Being a heathen from a Protestant country, I somehow carry the severe Catholic shame that leads me to feel in my entire existence that if I, say, joke about sex or drinking, on the internet I will ruin all chances of a future career and probably get shunned by society. But having an anonymous blog in turn makes it impossible to tell everyday stories or use my own pictures as people in my life can recognise them so easily, which takes away some of the fun of blogging as well. Back then, soo many wonderful writers were anonymous, having their own little secret online. It was fun!

At this point I've settled on my actual life and voice being more interesting than any seedier sides (I mean, if my life had any) and therefor even have my face plastered on here. To get my point across; I got a bottle of tequila for my birthday last year. It's been in the pantry for nine months. Still unopened. BOOYAH!

For the coming years, I’m probably just gonna chug along, doing my stuff. I have no plans, no goals, I just figure I’ll be doing whatever I feel like. Maybe I should make an award badge, just for old times sake…


I choose social internet, and opt-out of social media


I feel like a broken record, nagging about social media and its ever-changing algorithms and how everything just seems to speed up, watering down voices to favour pretty pictures. Like the old crumpled lady that I am, I'm reminiscing about the golden days of blogging while remarking that the fast media just isn't for me.

I've been on social media (Instagram, have hated Facebook since the start) since 2010, trying to keep the amount of dumb scrolling to a minimum, but you know how it goes; you're just gonna check the date and suddenly you find yourself having wasted 20 minutes on Instagram anyways. Instagram has so much to offer, but the algorithms and the tag clouds and the ads and the super-dopamine inducing UI just finally ruin the joy I had with the app.

Another point of contention is the feeling that if I let the scraps of connection with my non-IRL previously-blogger-now-Instagram friends go, that's it. Then they're out. And I don't want that.

But I've been dragging along, questioning why I'm still blogging when the social relations on the internet feels so lackluster for me. I've thought about shoving the blog into the box of memories and just keeping on with social media instead. There are far more people there, on Instagram, both IRL- and non-IRL friends, than there is in the blogging realm as of now. So why save the blog if I want to prioritize relationships?

But after I dug a rabbit hole for myself by frustratedly googling "old-school blogging" in a bout of questioning why I even bother to blog when everything feels off, the doubt crystallized into the realization that I don't think I am connecting with those people over Instagram. That's what's been tickling my tech-skeptic, and I realise I've bundled the blog in the social-media-swamp. To be truthful, I think blogs and social media are worlds apart in how much I enjoy and savour the content.

On Instagram, I see what they see momentarily; the cliffs that they sip wine on or the flowers outside their houses, but I still don't know much, or anything at all, about how they're feeling, what they're up to, what they're thinking or what their plans are. Essentially, it's like passing someone by now and then and overhearing six seconds of their conversation with a friend. Is that quality? Does that build relationships? In some ways, yes. In others, no. Even though I do care about the people, I'm actually not that interested in what they're commonplace DOING (we all need to cook, right), I'm much more interested in what they're thinking. And while I could just ask every one of them personal questions to follow up their posts, I know I won't. Partly because it's weird, and partly because I long for volunteer storytelling. Hanging around, scrolling through Instagram has been my last scrap of those connections.

I have been active on Instagram throughout the years and while there's nothing inherently wrong with that, for me it's been intermingled with a gnawing feeling of doubt, self-doubt and... it feels like screaming out into the void. Some likes trickle in like usual, but it's... more of a thumbs up from across the street, and less of a conversation. Ya know?

It's like Instagram is such a pseudo-social media, going under the guise of connectivity but when there is so little actual personality and speech, it all becomes depersonalized making new, and sometimes old, connections more difficult. For me at least. Following and getting a follow back and then never ever see them even liking anything I post. Commenting on a post and getting a like on my comment back. I feel like I'm flashing acquaintances passing by images of my life and they smile a little, then move on to the next person flashing images.

Honestly, it's draining.

And let's not get into the fact that while scrolling, I can see pictures I've liked, that I can't remember having seen. The meaninglessness of the whole thing becomes jarring.

So we're doing it again. Going off of social media, once again, but I think with more clarity this time. Earlier, it has been a more diffuse sense of really not fitting in, but now I'm more set in why I feel out of place. I will have no time limit. It's all an investment in putting my energy towards getting off of the couch and into the real world, though not necessarily out of the house. I AM an introvert after all. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO OUTSIDE!

I'm not deleting any apps. Instagram is my main time-waster but I'm keeping the app in order not to miss private messages. The main objective is to mindfully consume content on the internet that brings me value while giving myself all the possibilities of connecting with friends and meeting people IRL.

I will check in on Facebook, maybe once a week or so, because of events. Being an event-arranger myself and getting invited to smaller events here and there, abandoning a part of a platform I currently have and risk missing real-life hangouts is beside the purpose of the digital semi-detox.

Lastly, I will absolutely and definitely keep updating my blog and keep reading the blogs I have selected to go into my Feedly feed. It's not content-devouring itself that is the problem, it's partly when platforms decide what I get to see that my frustration arises. Blogs have always been my favourite kind of content because it's people's voices, on their own platforms I get to take part of, and that's a wonderful thing. I've been called a storyteller and I enjoy stringing together words and putting images to those words, however serious or humorous the result may be. I hope that spending more time adding value will inspire me to write more often and better, as well.


10 things you should know when you’re starting a blog


Yes, this is a reiteration of an old post that is now hidden within the depths of one of my stealthy, hidden old blogs because I have the decency to take down my deserted blogs instead of just leaving them to die alone out there in the freezing cold that is the internet and its over-saturated social media. Not to throw shade or anything, it’s just severely e-depressing to come happily skipping onto a blog and realize it’s been abandoned since 2014 without as much as a ”Goodbye”.

But, I’m not gonna whine too much about that now, seeing as HERE AND HERE I’m already sporting the aura of an old lady, clutching the good old days of blogging near my left south-wandering boob while screaming at modern clickbait sites to get the F off my lawn, and by lawn I mean my internets.


1. Don’t post blurry images

I’m not gonna lie. I’ve entered so many wonderfully designed blogs, with all the right recipes for catching readers, bold headlines, clickbaity titles, read more-links and easily melted content… and then encountered the visual blurry 2004-pigfest-style photos trying to match up with the glossy finish of the site, making me skedaddle right out of there. Out of focus makeup flat-lays, images where everything is a little blurry causing me to doubt my hawkish eyes for a second or images taken too far from the object they’re trying to portrait. Wrong colour temperature also makes it really hard to see if that lipstick is cool or warm, ya know?

I mean, I wrote the original post five years ago, and while the glossy finished blogs has increased dramatically since then, the discrepancy between imagery and magazine layouts has only become more jarring.

 All in all: Manual focus and white balance settings, use them!

* And yes, I’m sporting a blurry pic of myself on the blog. But that’s alright, right? Hurr hurr. It’s worth it because it’s at least taken by someone else than myself and those are far and few between!


2. It’s normal to doubt yourself like every 90 days

It’s a common occurrence. Fresh faced and inspired, you start a blog. It’s fun, you’ve thought about it for a while and you’re crunching out content for a couple of months because… well it’s fun! Then that crampy Tuesday comes, maybe it’s February and the sun hasn’t showed itself in three months, maybe you’re feeling uninspired, sick of influencers, sick of Instagram highlighters and the lonely feeling when no one comments on your carefully thought out posts.

Just... take it easy. Breathe a little. Cut the crap out of your feeds and enjoy only quality stuff on the blessing and curse we call the internet. Go out into the world and enjoy your real life friends, so you can return to your blog a little later and continue posting content to which no one comments. It’s a harsh environment for many of us, but if you like it, you like it. Do it. Keep at it. Because it’s mainly for you, right? That nail polish you want to post already has five hundred swatches on other blogs, so what? Add your flair and post it anyways!

And a little side note: Even I, with my teensy meensy little space on the huge internet, have made real life friends from my little side gig. Worth every second of it.

 3. Be careful choosing Wordpress.com if you’re a total e-novice

Only choose Wordpress as your blog host if you’re ready to swear, scream and break your entire blog when you’re having a go at CSS (backup that code before editing, fellow blogger. Every single time. It’s not worth taking that risk.) and is ready to accept that your plugins will stop working without explanation or updates, oh, and the solutions found on google won’t help you out at all. Shit’s not as easy as people make it out to be. Blogger is far easier, and while I now reside on Squarespace, I can say that Squarespace isn’t for everyone. I’m happy with them though!


In case you didn’t believe me when I said that mysterious thing about real life friends.

4. Proof-read your own content

In an effort to catch all those stupid mistakes your flanges make on the keyboard, and remove the visible brain farts and post-editing double wordings or even missing words (I will have some in this post just because I’m bringing it up, I just know it), draft your post and then return to it the day after before posting it for the world to see. Proof read that shit. Bloglovin’ snatches your content and does not update it later, and knowing that everyone who reads your posts through Bloglovin’ in the future will stare at that time you wrote ”fucket” instead of ”bucket”, well, it’s worth double checking.


 5. If you’re pretty you get more readers



6. It’s a bit like high school sometimes

You will e-hang around groups of cool bloggers that start clubs with each other, and you won’t get to join. Instead, you get to stand on the other side of the hedge, just seeing and hearing how much fun they’re having while you clear your side from weeds and old tags that you should have formulated better when you started your blog journey, swearing you’re left out in the cold because your Bloglovin’ feed still shows that post title as ”Whats you’re best Christmas memory?”


7. You will be less fun than you wished you were

You will constantly judge your own morals and sense of humour, grading everything you want to throw out there on a scale from ”no one could possibly be offended by this but it’s also boring” to ”Shit… ahh well fuck it, it’s worth it!”. From my experience, one most often ends up on the boring side just to play it really safe, and then your blog get… bland and suffers a lack of personality. Like wheat crackers without salt or cheese, and you’re not even getting any desert wine with your tragic platter!


8. What goes on the internet, stays on the internet

Ahh, that old caveat. All those stories that you want to tell your audience and especially those two faithful readers that always seem to come back and read everything you post, blurry images and all, but you can’t; because what goes on the internet, stays on the internet. And who knows what’s in store for the future? I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be a politician, but am I ready for people at, say, that new job that I’m starting, to already know about that one time I had a medieval style mishap with a menstrual cup in a public restroom ten years ago and that I were blindingly drunk that random Friday night? Am I? I don’t know.


9. If your blog is boring, SEO or links can’t help you

You need to get that ship sailing into interesting, frightful territory so your potential readers don’t clickity-click on that X as soon as they lay their eyes on your detailed description of what your breakfast consisted of and that you took a walk in an unnamed location and it was kind of nice but ya know, not really THAT nice. If your space is boring, you can roam around on the internet and link, comment, share and engage all you want, but it won’t make people stay on your site. You’re gonna die alone on the internet, clutching your worn-out laptop with its broken modem (yeah, I said it!) anyways.


10. You’re gonna learn that some people are all talk and no action

Like me. I’ve had blogs since 2005, and I have never had more than 100-ish daily visitors. I know, I know, ”but your blog is a little glossy and have sharp pictures and you spell correctly (most of the time) just like you’ve recommended in this post and you’re funny as shit too! Haven’t you always done that?”

Yes, yes I have. But the type of content I put out isn’t for everyone (it’s too smart I guess*). It’s just how it is, and I have no plans of changing that really. Because, like item nr 2 says, I’m keeping at it because I like it. It’s mostly for me nowadays and for my faithful 10-ish or so long time readers; it would be hard to claim anything else when I’ve had nine comments on my blog the last 12 months.

So I have learnt more stuff, comment down below if you’re interes… JK I know that doesn’t work. Still love this whole blogging thing though, fourteen years later!

* I’m kidding of course. I couldn’t be an influencer even if I tried.


Let's talk blogs

So I MAY be jacked up on cold brew with condensed milk (Unngh) but bear with me here.

 I have had blogs in one form or another since 2005, and I have enjoyed reading other people’s blogs for as long. Sometimes people speak of the great blog death, and having been in the game during the years between ´06 and´12, a part of me agrees. Because dang, I had so much fun! Writing myself (resulting in real life friends, that win?!) and reading so many great ones. Men and women told stories of their lives, embroidered tales with twists and turns that kept me on the edge of my seat for a week waiting for the next chapter. There was a true sense of getting to know someone, through their words and speech, without having any idea of who they were IRL. People with messages they wanted to throw out into the world and see who responds. Communities made. Link love and silly awards. Less polished surfaces and more creative joy.


 This morning I tried finding a bunch of my old favourites again that I know have thrown in the towel, but most of them have gone into the obscurity of the internet. The few I could reach being dead end pages echoing words written in 2010, 2011, 2012.

 I don’t want to be a reactionary person, but I think I am in this case. I look back at the past blogging times with rosy, glittery glasses and reminisce about how it was before everything got so heavily saturated by consumerism and affiliate links, and the sense that every blog should be a business.

 I don’t mind affiliate links, as long as their context is part of some kind of storytelling. There’s obviously a market for short paragraphed statements, flashy pictures of happy people brunching and ”You can find my dress here!”, but I just don’t get it.

 I understand that time moves on, that people find other things to do with their time when life gets more complicated, and that social media is just so much easier to access and make a little time for, here and there. The waning engagement and lessening of traffic may discourage bloggers from putting in time and effort into something that just isn’t gaining the traction that it did initially, and I get that. It doesn’t make me miss the old times any less, though.


 Stubborn as I am, I’ve always been a teensy meensy blogger. People who are like ”In the beginning, I ONLY had 100 visitors a day on my blog!”. That’s my high point, man. In 2015. I don’t appeal to the general public, my wording makes my posts unsearchable and my topics only affect the few. And that’s fine with me. Writing and reading blogs is the next best thing of the internet, a close second to information searching and you know, life stuff like paying bills and communicating with friends. Without blogs, socially, there would only be the regular social media. Fast media, made to capture you for pin pricks of endorphin rushes as you scroll through endless feeds of wordless images or statements pressed into short sentences because no one cares to read text anymore*.

It’s just not for me. I’m not a perfect blog-wizard with a super regular posting schedule nor do I always perform my absolute best, but I still have the joy of blogging with me.

 I don’t really know what I’m trying to say with this post, but I’m gonna let it out there anyway. Maybe my point is just that I won’t give up, because I love it. The dorkiness of it all. Writing for writing’s sake, storytelling because storytelling is awesome. Reading because taking part of other people’s stories is great. I shout into the fancy winds that I want more of the regular people’s lives, and if you know someone who has a great blog, or if you do yourself, tell me. I want it all, to sift through and find new favourites apart from the few I have today.

 Because blogging is great, and I want more people to do it.

 *The worst of all the blogging tips that pop up now and then.

Album: Slugdge - Esoteric Malacology

I don’t usually do this, but this time I have to. I’m no reviewer and I don’t know jack shit about music, but I do listen to music a lot and know when I hear something I really appreciate. As most of my close friends already know by now, I found this for me new band on Easter Thursday. I had been thrift shopping with friends and was celebrating having Friday off by lying spread eagle on my couch with my laptop and… what do you mean “I knew it!”? Hey, you watch it, you reader you!

Anyways… I had this playlist of metal album review videos on and had checked off a few bands to look closer at, when another video started. This one was about the album Esoteric Malacology from the band Slugdge. Yes, it’s a word play on “slug” and the genre named “sludge”. From what I gather it’s pronounced “Slug”+”the reflex sound one makes when your crush suddenly shows up and asks you a really simple question that is impossible to answer because your brain blew up in pure surprise”.


After a little bit of talking about the TWO guys that have the band, Matt Moss and Kev Pearson, the reviewer played a clip. It was guitar heavy, fast drums and then... it all lowered itself into my heart with low drums smattering away accompanied by a guitar loop tying everything together. HOLY FUDGE! I perked up, and listened intently. The reviewer mentioned the “blackened, tech, death metal range” and “A little bit of Bloodbath and old school Opeth”. Yup, yup, yup, let’s do it! “A little bit of Bloodbath for you guys that miss the days when Åkerfeldt was in that band”.

UHM, YUP? *tear falling, remembering the good old days*

He played another clip, this one holding clear similarities to Gojira. OH GOD THERE’S NO TIME LET’S DIVE INTO THIS FRIGGIN BAND! And so I did. And I found my way home. At 2 AM I had to tear myself away from looping the album and its social commentary dressed in a slime worshipping suit.

Gosh. I’m pretty sure this is the album of 2018 and it’s just the beginning of April. EVERYBODY MUST LISTEN! Okay, no, just kidding. If you’re not very fond of clear growling vocals (you can make out words! My fav!), blackened death metal with melodic loops, fast drums mixed with deep clean singing, tech and the theme of the band – slugs, then maybe this one isn’t for you. But, if in the least of doubts, fucking do it.

It’s so good. So so good. SO GOOD!

Favs: Crop Killer, Slave Goo World, Salt Thrower.



My fantastic use of Ipad Pro + Pencil and GoodNotes!


I’m studying at the university, at a distance. Having the perks of not being in school every day gives me the freedom to work and put in my hours whenever I want to. The downside is that I have to travel to school and put up that expense about six to eight times a year. The first time I traveled to school, it was 13 hours away by train. The introduction would last for eleven nights and required bringing books and, since I would be gone for so long, my laptop to do further school work. And then of course, a thousand other things since I was about to be gone for so long.

When I arrived in town at 7.30 AM after having taken the overnight train, I lugged that big red suitcase around all day because my inn didn’t do check-ins before 2 PM, and man, dragging that thing around town and then to the university and back, I was finished. A few days later, I changed rooms from a 6-bed to a single room. And of course, because I had to check out at 8 AM I had to choose between dragging my suitcase around with me another day or leaving it unsupervised in the luggage room until the afternoon.

Uhm. Dragging it is.

Since then, the scheduled visits have been shortened to around four-five nights and I’ve moved closer, so I don’t need to pack as much stuff or travel as far. But I was still carrying too much around with me day-to-day while away. Books, laptop, chargers, notebooks, pens, papers, cellphone, wallet and add to that the days when I traveled and brought everything with me everywhere. It adds up quickly.

Enter; the iPad

One day I was at work when my colleague pulled out a huge, A4 size shiny golden iPad out of her bag. I had seen it before, she usually draws her designs on it being a tattoo artist and all, but it wasn’t until now it had caught my eye. I looked on a little while she sweepingly created things on the screen with the pen, in total control of the line thickness and moving her drawing around with the pinch-motion. An iPad huh. My materialistic side had awoken. I wanted one. But for what?

When I got home, I exhausted Google on all its relevant information about the tech-thingie and its pen which was the selling argument for me. So you can draw it, I knew that. Oh, you can write on it too (well, it’s obvious ya know but I was informed about good apps for it)? Oh, scan papers? Mhmm, read on it. Listen to podcasts? Also, play music of and surf the internet of course.

So that means that I… can surf on it, scan all the school handouts and parts of literature and put them in there to read and annotate on, take notes in class by hand, have my complete DIY calendar with me AND entertain myself at the long boring evenings at an inn with just this little flat piece of technology? OH OKAY.


Oh, so almost no difference in how much I'll carry around then....

After that realization, having made a few of those trips to school and moved house three times within the last 18 months, in a fit of internal rage I flipped a mental table and mind-threw everything weighing over half a pound in the trash can, yelling “I WILL CARRY MYSELF TO DEATH NO MORE! I’M GETTING MYSELF AN IPAD DANGIT”.

And so it was! Even though I’m not the greatest Apple fan, I think IOS works on a tablet and the UI don’t annoy me like it does on my laptop where I want a more “computery” style of handling things.

I’ve had it now for almost a year, and what do I do with it? Let’s make a list!


Scan all the things!

The apps I use the most: GoodNotes (annotating, reading, keeping calendars and lists), the podcast app, Procreate (drawing), Genius Scan (scanning papers), and then the usual media; Pinterest, Bloglovin, Feedly, Youtube, Hemnet (SE, for looking at houses), Safari.

I read, write (by hand and by a little bluetooth keyboard), keep a regular calendar and a bullet journal, draw in Procreate, scan pages and papers in order to keep them all in one place, and import existing documents from my computer. I make my own “printables” and import them into GoodNotes so I can track things just the way I want to do it instead of following someone else’s templates. I have made my own calendar and a couple of different templates adapted to what I’m keeping track of, like school, or just things I want to get done. The star of the show is GoodNotes though.



GoodNotes is “a new take on note-taking”. In this sync-between-units-app, you can create new notebooks or import existing PDF’s and images to read, annotate, draw on etc. I use it with everything that regards school and planning my life. We always get the instructions by PDF from school and there are often articles to download and read during the courses. I collect everything in GoodNotes, together with my own DIY getting-my-shit-together-documents in order to keep track of everything I have to do and when the deadlines are.
The times when I have to travel and the instruction calls for a specific chapter of a book being handled in upcoming lectures, I scan that chapter and import it into GoodNotes so I can read it/use it in school without having to bring the entire book with me.


Take notes and then highlight the actual important stuff

During the lectures I take notes in GoodNotes, on dotted paper that I’ve made, being able to move the text around if I want to add something or create a new page in the middle of pages. When the course has ended, I export everything into PDF’s so I can save all that collected information for later if I need to go over it again.


I've made my own calendar in Photoshop (not ideal, I know but it's what I've got) with dates and holidays and everything, and I love trying out different layouts and systems. No paper waste if I suddenly get the itch to switch things up! I just saved the thirteen pages with a front page and now that I'm running out of months, I just add one at a time and fill in what plans I have. It's a lovely adaptable way of keeping my shit together. The layout you're looking at now is my third and I find that it's quite suitable for my needs. Further instructions on school assignments and stuff dwell within another document, with check boxes to see that I've gotten through everything I need to do. 


Sort-of easy to find overview, all the notes and highlights show here so I don't need to search page by page after what I've noted as most interesting.


My book tracker, it hasn't gone very far yet. This is the front page I made, where I write on the books which one's I've read. On the next page, there's a list of books I want to read.

You can drag-and-drop pictures into your notebooks and resize after taste. And if your handwriting is fancy enough, you will be able to search your own notes and convert your handwritings into text. I on the other hand, cannot. From the pictures it may appear why. Hehe.


Yeah I'm pretending I'm one of those people that can manage having big goals in life, when really, it's all little tiny steps forward in all categories. Hee hee.

The app costs around 6.50 euros and its worth so much more than that! So, if you’ve ever thought about what the fuck people use a tablet for (I was one of them one year ago), this is my favorite aspect of having one. Just scan it all and use it for the paperless home office! Thank you for reading this ESSAY on this little subject, I tried cutting it down but I couldn't. It's so good, I wish I WAS sponsored. Instead, I'm just a fan. 

Until next time, toodiloo! 

My favorite podcasts: Part 2

The Swedish pods I will write about in Swedish because.. reasons! 


Språket i P1 med Emmy Rasper. Från små till stora frågor angående det svenska språket, dess utveckling och nutidens påverkan. En stor del av programmet ägnas åt lyssnarfrågor vilket bidrar till spridningen av frågor som behandlas och hittills har jag inte hört ett tråkigt avsnitt. Yes!



Living with the Gods on BBC 4 med Neil McGregor. This is no longer an active podcast but there are 30 fifteen minute long episodes, taking on the subject of man and her relationship to the gods. Objectively and in a very British fashion they press so much information in those fifteen minutes as possible and it’s one of those podcasts that I can listen to without doing anything else at the same time.


Casefile is a true crime pod with Australian descent that does objective but relaxed storytelling without the unnecessary drama that some pods add to their telling (for example, the reason why Sword & Scale isn’t on this list). It’s well researched and with the charming Australian accent makes this a favorite pod. Of course, it’s about terrible crimes and their victims, but I’m no better than all the other true crime fans out there and can’t help but to listen to the misery.


My Dad Wrote a Porno. Of course, My Dad Wrote a Porno has to be on this list. After all, it’s the only pod I’ve listened to in its entirety twice. Jamie Morton, the creator of the pod, was handed a manuscript of a book that his father had written and for some reason wanted his son to see, and Jamie realized that this had to be shared with the world. So it was, together with two dear friends he reads Rocky Flintstone’s books about Belinda Blumenthal and her unreasonable colleagues. Don’t worry about the cringing, Jamie’s friends will catch all the feelings you experience and say them out loud, which makes things feel better. Can recommend if you’re not afraid to laugh uncontrollably/visibly cringe to yourself or in public on your means of transport. Season four is due 2018! Excited!


Seriemördarpodden. Ja, här kommer vi till mänskligt elände igen, men det är svårt att hålla sig borta ändå. Dan Hörning berättar om samma gamla vanliga seriemördare som vi inbitna crime-fans redan vet om, men mer invecklat och ofta med detaljer en inte har hört förut. Som en sidonot så har han också en podd om Palmemordet som tydligen är populär, som jag inte har hört. 


Vetenskapsradion Historia i P1, med Tobias Svanelid. Såklart en favorit hos mig. Tablån består av historia och arkeologi. Diskussioner med experter, lyssnarfrågor och på-plats-reportage om svenska och utländska utgrävningar och andra intressanta nyheter kläms in i 44 minuter kvalitet. 

There! That was my favorite list of pods that I listen to the most. There’s more, and I’ve added more that I haven’t listened to enough to make a judgement of yet. I love podcasts, it’s great. I listen to all these through the Apple podcast app so I don’t know where you might find them otherwise, I’m sure they’re everywhere. Spotify has a podcast tab nowadays, greatness!

It’s an ever changing jungle of podcasts coming and going, so I hope I’ve added some value your search for something nice to listen to in the daily grind of transports, walks and house work! Happy listening!

My favorite podcasts: Part 1

Even if I often feel like a sighing stone age man when confronted with new technology and it’s speeding information flows and inability to put the shit down and do something in real life, there’s some parts of the daily technology access that are dear to me. I appreciate all sorts, from parts of the social medias to spending a Friday night lying on my couch, digging deeper and deeper into archaeological search databases (Fornsök på Riksantikvarieämbetet!) just to see where the nearest grave mound is located.

But medias that makes me free from staring at a screen does have its obvious use to me too, those medias that allows me to do real life stuff without getting bored for real, like walking somewhere. Or cleaning. Or folding laundry. Of course, it’s podcasts that I’m talking about. Audio books have their place too, but in the everyday life of mine, the podcasts win. So I just thought I’d share my favorite podcasts with you guys, because “everyone’s a journalist nowadays”, right?

And, if you see me with headphones, laughing to myself in a random corner like a mad person in a grocery store, it’s most probably one of these shows that tickles my ears.

The descriptions of the Swedish podcasts I’ll leave in Swedish because ya know, if you don’t understand Swedish you’re maybe not that interested anyways.


Pod Save America. A podcast by John Favreau, Jon Lovett, Dan Pfeiffer och Tommy Vietor wuth taglinen "A no-bullshit conversation about politics.". Alla fyra har tillhört Barack Obamas administration och pratar högt och varierat om olika delar av amerikansk politik med diverse gäster. De är roliga medan de gör det, och varje tisdag och fredag morgon när man vaknar har man en timmes samtal att lyssna på. Och för att vara helt ärlig, det blir en hel del bullshit, särskilt i form av deras utsökta vis att binda samman politikerna de pratar om med reklaminslagen de gör på sitt helt egna sätt.


Filosofiska rummet - "trekvart om människan, etiken och existensen". De två växlande programledarna Peter Sandberg och Lars Mogensen bjuder in gäster och för samtal efter utvalda teman. Med frågeställningar vrider och vänder de på människan och hur hon uppfattar sin omvärld. Ämnen som "Vad är tänkande?" och "Finns det ens ett jag?" förgyller stunderna när man står på alla fyra och torkar damm från rören under handfatet - igen, och definitivt överväger meningsfullheten i sin existens som människa. 


True Murder: "The most shocking killers in true crime history and the authors that have written about them". Dan Zupansky is the host of this podcast and with his ever awkward interview style, he talks to authors of books that tell stories about crimes and their victims. The episodes, because they’re based off of interviews, vary in quality. How much we actually get to know about the stories are up to the authors and some of them don’t want to reveal all in a pod, but to sell the book instead which is understandable. Overall, it’s interesting stories that are told and it’s a good one.


Det blir inget podd-inlägg utan P3 Dokumentär. Högkvalitativa, aktuella och brett varierande ämnen framforskade och framförda av kompetenta programledare kombinerat med intervjuer gör detta till ett måste. Ba in och välja något intressant, om du nu mot förmodan inte har gjort det redan. 


In Our Time with Melvyn Bragg, BBC Radio 4. Melwyn dives into new areas in every episode together with guests that have a deeper understanding of the subject, which naturally varies widely. The conversations are incredibly British and I love it, with their understated kind of humor and kept-togetherness. Interesting areas of conversation makes this a favorite and one of the pods I’ve listened to the longest, at least four years by now! Then, when they joke around with each other, still understated and very British, just cracks me up. Love it!

I listened to the pod "My dad wrote a porno"


Bildkälla: http://www.mydadwroteaporno.com

… and it’s epic.

Sure, I realize I’m about 18 months late to the party that started off like a little gathering with three friends and snowballed into a culture phenomenon, all thanks to a 60 year old man’s inability to write anything sensual all the while not letting that inability stop him from writing four, yes, four, books. The greatness of course resides in that his son Jamie, that was dealt the manuscripts because Rocky Flintstone, the name that his dad goes under as an author, and decided that this isn’t staying within the family. Shortly after that, he started a podcast with two of his most charismatic friends, and blessed the world with their magic!

I hesitated for a long time because you know, my inner secondary-shame nerve is so strong that I can’t take part in awkward humor without cringing off of my seat, but finally I got too curious and had to try it. 15 minutes into the first episode, I was hooked. I’m not gonna lie, there’s a LOT of cringing, face scrunching, laughing out loud, yelling “No!” while listening to this pod, and looking like a madman if I ever dare to go out in public with this in my ears.

Of course, there’s a certain kind of language that comes with the “erotic” territory which makes it maybe not that work friendly (unless you work in a tattoo shop that is) but the nature of the vernacular is eased up by all the other discomfort you will experience with the both the unreasonable storyline and the soothing agreements from James and Alice.

I’m on episode 12 of season 2, and it’s still equally funny.

My dad wrote a porno – Five out of five shame pillows. DO IT.