Who am I? I've often wondered the same thing. Basically, I was born in Sweden in the sixties. I grew up in a small -- too small if you ask me -- village named Tormestorp near Hässleholm and spent my first 18 years there. After a brief stint with the army <shudder>, I moved to study Computer Science with Linguistics and Psychology at Linköping University in Linköping, Sweden. I quickly got involved in all sorts of fun activities at the Department of Computer and Information Science which eventually led to them shipping me over to Xerox PARC in Palo Alto, California, as a summer intern in 1985. That was such a kick that I eventually returned to California in 1991 after a detour to Rank Xerox EuroPARC (now: Xerox Research Centre Europe) in Cambridge, England 1987-1991. From 1991-1996, I worked at NeXT Computer, uh, Software, Inc. in Redwood City, California, where I, uh, wrote software. After that, I moved on to a crazy little web startup with insanely lofty ambitions called WebTV Networks.  It was so cool that it immediately got bought by Microsoft, where I then stayed for the following six years.  As of 2003, I am happily unemployed and spend part time in the US and part in Europe traveling, working on my "own thing," and doing occasional consulting gigs in between.

That didn't say much, did it? Nah, didn't think so. Well, how about this: If it isn't obvious already, I love to travel. (My Myers-Briggs ENTP personality type claims I'm a born explorer!)  So far, I've visited some 30 odd countries on 4 continents, lost my passport twice, gotten robbed in the Paris RER, had my skin badly sunburned in Greece, spent half a day in a customs check on a deserted road between Kenya and Tanzania, puked my guts up in a mountain village in northern Thailand, and blocked half of highway 80 to Tahoe in California when my car spun on the icy road. So why do I keep doing this? Well, I've also met a long lost sweetheart at the Swedish Embassy in Vienna, had the best ever moules marinière in a small Parisian bistro, gone island hopping on the deep blue Aegean Sea in Greece, seen the sun set over zebras and giraffes grazing in the African savanna, been eagerly fed moonshine at a Thai wedding in a remote village, and skied some grade A pristine powder at Squaw Valley near Tahoe. Was the trouble it worth it? You bet!

I also have a reasonably up-to-date copy of my résumé and publications list online.

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