Winter is here. Frozen, snow-covered branches and needles fill windows round the house. Winter as my eyes, memory and all those ice-covered roads masquerading as neural networks fashion winter. Cold on the outside? Well, then drink a glass of glögg, mulled wine heavy on the allspice, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg and on and on. After a … Continue reading Vinter Och Glögg Or Post-Impressionistic Impressions of Ice-Jacketed Branches And Sideboards Or What Happens in Sweden On Christmas Eve.