A Perfect Analogy Between Swedish and British Communication and Travel

Posted by Daniel in Sweden on 05. Sep, 2010 | 0 Comments

In the week we came to Stockholm in 2009, the thing that most amazed me, and the thing I told everyone about when I got home, was the underground trains.

Compared to the London Tube, the Stockholm Tunnelbana is in another league. It’s clean. It’s smooth. It’s quiet. MY PHONE WORKS UNDERGROUND.

Photography: The Long-Awaited Comeback

Posted by Daniel in Sweden on 30. Aug, 2010 | 0 Comments

A long time ago (well, two-five years ago), I used to do a lot of photography. Not professional photography, but I used to go out with my camera and take pictures for the purpose of taking pictures. This started when I was a kid and my Dad let me use his Olympus OM-1 — a fully manual camera whose battery was optional and only powered the light meter. He taught me how to use it, how shutter speed and aperture size worked and what they did to the picture, and so on. From then, I was hooked.

Sweden: The Best Anticlimax Ever

Posted by Daniel in Sweden on 28. Aug, 2010 | 0 Comments

The buildup to this move was insane. We flew over to Stockholm twice — once in September 2009 to make sure we actually liked the country and again a month before the move to look at the apartment we’re now living in to make sure it was what we wanted.

We’ve been thinking about this move since March 2009 — 18 months ago. After that flight a month ago, we confirmed the apartment and things kicked into high-gear. The last week before we left was one of the most draining weeks I’ve had in my life — literally every day I had several things to do and places to go, often miles away from each other. A couple of days before we left, we visited a friend’s place and was greeted with “Bloody hell Daniel — you look knackered!”

An Unneccesarily Long Wall Of Text On Why I’m Selling All My Stuff

Posted by Daniel in Programming/Work, Sweden on 04. Aug, 2010 | 0 Comments

If you follow me on Twitter, you may have noticed my recent… saga.

Screw this, I’m outta here

Posted by Daniel in Sweden on 20. Jun, 2010 | 0 Comments

When I was young, I had the great privilege of traveling around Europe a lot – my father was a freelance journalist and had a lot of work around the continent. That and the fact that my mother was born and raised in France and can speak French as fluently as I can English means that being around people who don’t speak my language is almost normal, much less daunting.

I’ve always wanted to spend a significant amount of time abroad, be it traveling for a year or actually living somewhere. Going from Uni straight into a full-time Indie developer means I’ve skipped that opportunity since I need to be stable enough to actually get some work done. The thought has been at the back of my mind for a long long time, cataloguing the places I’ve visited and whether I’d like to live there. France is too full of French people, and I’ve spent so much time there it’s practically a second home anyway. California, especially San Francisco, is beautiful. Australia is too hot. Sicily is too empty. Venice is too smelly. Germany is awesome. Etc etc etc.

Twitter as a Language Learning Tool

Posted by Daniel in Sweden on 12. Jun, 2010 | 0 Comments

If you follow me on Twitter, it’s no surprise to you that I’m moving to Sweden in a few months (if not, um… surprise!). I can’t really go to live in another country without at least trying to learn the language, so my girlfriend and I are doing just that — we attend weekly Swedish lessons.

Now, I’ve already tried to learn a language — French. I learned it at school and my mother is French, and although when I was a kid I hated French and didn’t want to learn it (something I now regret greatly), I seem to know a lot of words. However, what I can’t do is properly form sentences. I’m a step above the AVEY VOU UN CUP OF TEA? level, but the French grammar more or less eludes me.


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