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My name is Fredrik Bränström and I fight entropy with varying furiosity. At present, I'm a student and a web developer.

I spend my free time reading good non-fiction books, writing foxy code (mostly Ruby and Javascript), watching good TV and dreaming about the future.

I'm also on Twitter, Facebook, Shelfari and everywhere else.

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Sep
15th
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“Some people go into science thinking they might help save the world. Norm’s your proof that it’s possible.” Norman Borlaug: the man who fed the world

“Some people go into science thinking they might help save the world. Norm’s your proof that it’s possible.” Norman Borlaug: the man who fed the world

Mar
2nd
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What we call “natural” is simply the result of whatever set of rules nature has followed in fashioning our observable reality.
— Syd Mead on Cyborg Theory [Wikipedia]
Mar
1st
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The loss of this man’s consciousness to the world is a tragedy to say the least.

Feb
23rd
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Make changes based on your strongest opportunities, not your most convenient ones.
Feb
17th
Tue
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Kring förbjudna tankar ligger det en hund begraven. Iakttag vaksamhet; någon försöker stänga av dig.
Johan Sundström om tabu och sedvänja
Feb
8th
Sun
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  • Fredrik: Har du märkt att man kan tumklicka submit-knappar?
  • Fredrik: I Safari.
  • Malesca: tumklicka?
  • Fredrik: mittenklick
  • Fredrik: tredje knappen
  • Malesca: Har ingen tredje knapp :p
  • Fredrik: :p
  • Fredrik: Skyll dig själv då.
  • Malesca: Jag har en knapp, like Jobs intended!
  • Fredrik: Hahaha.
  • Fredrik: Har du bara en snopp också?
  • Fredrik: Undermåligt.
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Earth is like an unread book, but unread books can only entice people who are literate.
Feb
7th
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Our four demonic cats, hiding in the stairwell

Our four demonic cats, hiding in the stairwell

Jan
23rd
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Christopher Alexander foresaw a time when, after having reinternalized these human pattern languages, we would no longer need, or even see, the patterns, but instead see reality directly, as other animals do; a time when we would live so close to our hearts, that language would no longer be necessary, and we would create from a void, naturally; a time when human architecture would be just like the rest of the natural world, an endless play of repetition and variety; a time when human architecture would not divide the spheres of human existence, but reunite them. The hearts of the previous generation of architects were closed to his vision; perhaps the next generation of architects will heed his call.
Jan
14th
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