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Author: Torbjorn Zetterlund
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66 Years Old and Counting: A Humorous Reflection
I achieved the grand milestone of 66 years, or to be precise, “24,106 days,” this week. It’s a remarkable journey, and I can’t help but share some witty reflections on this adventure we call life. So, what is life all about? It’s a perfect blend of knowledge-building and connections.
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A Poem: Enjoying the Ride Through Sixty-Six
In the tapestry of life, woven with threads,Sixty-six years traveled, where time often treads.A journey of faces, a parade of the past,Countless souls encountered, memories amassed. Names like whispers, fleeting and gone,In the dance of existence, they move swiftly on.A symphony of encounters, a cacophony of years,Some etched in your heart, others lost in tears.…
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En Dikt: Njut av färden genom Sextiosex
I livets väv, vävd med trådar fina,Sextiosex år har passerat, där tiden går sina.En resa av ansikten, ett förflutet i parad,Oändligt många själar mötts, minnen samlats här. Namn som viskningar, flyktiga och försvunna,I tillvarons dans rör de sig bortom grunna.En symfoni av möten, ett kaos av år,Vissa etsade i ditt hjärta, andra i tårars spår.…
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The Artistry of Code – Programming as a Unique Form of Creative Expression
In the realm of creative endeavours, the artistry of programming stands out as a unique and fascinating form of expression. Often seen as a purely technical pursuit, programming shares striking similarities with traditional art forms such as painting and sculpting.
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A Poem: AI’s Subtle Stranglehold on Truth
In shadows deep, where echoes creep,A tale unfolds, of secrets steeped.Last weekend’s eve, a quiet deed,A crossroads met, where futures bleed. Artifice of mind, intelligence refined,A choice profound, in gears enshrined.A journey embarked, but not for gold,In circuits cold, a story told. No market’s grasp, nor shareholders’ stare,A board emerged, with mission rare.Safeguarding, not profit’s…
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Saab 96 V4 på 1970-talet i Vendelsömalm
Uppvuxen på Götabbergvägen i Vendelsömalm inleddes min bilresa med en vintage pärla – Auto Union 1000. Köpt från en granne prydde denna skönhet vår gata i några år och fångade uppmärksamheten hos förbipasserande. Även om jag aldrig skissade dess elegans har jag en livlig minnesbild av dagen då jag försökte återuppliva dess motor.
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Adventures with the Auto Union 1000 and Saab 96 V4 in 1970s Vendelsömalm
Growing up in the vibrant streets of Götabbergvagen 6 in Vendelsömalm, my automotive journey started with a vintage gem – the Auto Union 1000. Purchased from a neighbour, this beauty graced our street for a few years, capturing the attention of passersby. While I never sketched its elegance, I vividly remember the day I attempted…
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A Poem: Bridging the Climate Chasm COP28
In the desert’s heart, where sands do sway,COP28 arrives at the end of November’s day.Hosted by UAE, a land of glaring strife,Where climate action falters in the oil-rich life. A nation with plans to expand the fossil fray,The third-largest, they say, in net-zero’s dismay.The president of COP28, CEO in the fold,Of state oil’s story untold.…
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A Poem: Petrol Dreams in the Wind
In the howl of the asphalt breeze,Beneath the neon glow of our oil-lit dreams,We dance on the precipice of desire,Consuming the black gold, setting the world on fire. Pipelines carve scars through the heartland,Oil wells rise like monuments to our demand.Protests echo, voices in the wilderness,Yet, the drill rigs persist, relentless. Solvents, motor oil, and…
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A Poem: Digital Daydreams in a Blinking World
In the neon glow of our digital age,Where seconds waltz on a fleeting stage,The human mind, a restless rover,Chasing attention spans that slip over. Fast clips flicker on the mobile screen,Double-speed sound, a hurried scene.Everyday life, a whirlwind of light,Yet, in the speed, we lose our sight. Forty-seven seconds, a fleeting gaze,A study’s echo from…