Så ikväll … låt mig se vad Lina har bestämt … blir det Lammfärsbiffar med varm aubergine- och fetaröra och klyftpotatis.

(… and sorry for the fact that it is jotted on a piece of paper & that the image quality is crap. I am at the nursery this week (trying to get my son compatible with the routines there) and I only have an iPhone at my disposal)

UPDATE: I was a bit sloppy when writing down the proof. Not only is it written in Swedish … it also contains two small typos. The denominators which are written as 2:s should of course have been squared too. They should be 4:s …

UPDATE 2: I was asked for some clarifications. Here we go:

Let C_n be the sum of the cube-series at n.
Let S_n be the sum of the squared series at n.

If C_n and S_n grows with the same delta for each n, then C_n = S_n for all n.

The delta for C_n between n and n-1 is:
C_n – C_n-1 = n³ (trivial).
The delta for S_n between n and n-1 is:
S_n – S_n-1 = … = … = n³ (as shown on the paper on the photo).

Hence C_n = S_n for all n.

DAG 1:

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Andra bosättare:

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Fortsättning följer.

• The BBC production “Planet Earth”. I have never ever seen anything even close to this. Their steady-cam-from-far-far-far-away-technique is just insane … and also the reason why they manage to show nature and animals as it never been shown before. Amazing.
• Alejandro González Iñárritu. Babel, 21 gram and Amores perros. Man. Wow.
• Several of the SVT (Swedish television) productions. Kobra, Babel, Arty, Musikbyrån (among several more) … makes the compulsory television-fee I pay to the Swedish authorities really seem like a bargin.

Here we go, five not so well known things about Tobias Hill:

1. When I was in fifth and sixth grade (being 11-12 years old) I and three friends formed a breakdance team. We performed on some local discos and got the entrance paid as some kind of a treat. I do remember the Tobias of anno 1984-1985 as being a rather good breakdancer … but! (as Tony Irving would put it) … my mind could be deceiving. You see, several years later I was encouraged to show a backspin at a party. Having more than one glass of dry martini inside my suit I of course accepted. I got down to “business” and … well, the backspin wasn’t there anymore. I haven’t worn that suit since.
   
   
2. Once I was hit by a knife. A guy living on the same street where I grew up was interested in throwing knifes. He put a lot of effort into finding the perfect balance of the knifes which he kind of manufactured himself. During the testing of one of his knives I was standing on the other side of the branch that the knife was supposed to hit. The blade rotated in the air, missed the branch and got stuck in my face. It entered with its sharpest point in the lower part of my upper lip and then fell to the ground.

   And then there was blood. And then the so-called friend tried to stop the blood with a bunch of leaves. And then I ran home. And then there was a dad saying “My son, what the flying fuck has happened?” (well not really, but along those lines). And then I was repaired. And then a furious dad went to the house of the so-called friend, having a D2D chat. And then our so-called friendship (mostly based on throwing and catching knives) ended.
   
   

3. I was programming demos on the so called scene on the C64 for some years in the eighties. The name of our group was Reaction and consisted (in practice) of only two members, me and my friend Vacuum (later Vogue). My handle was initially Tranz and later on Excite. Our best score on demo competitions was 4th place at the Vårby with the demo “Enjoy the silence”. All we ever released can be downloaded from this excellent site. When I look back on those demos today I realize that in 1988/1989 I was more fluent in 6502 Assembler than in English. The scroll- and introscreen texts are just crap while the net-bouncer in E.T.S is … quite ok (for that time at least).
   
   
4. I have a strange habit to reorganize eggs. I rarely pick an egg from an egg carton without at the same time trying to leave the carton with its centre of gravity as close to the geometrical center of the carton as possible. Uhm. I must have had a traumatic experience with an unbalanced egg carton in the past.
   
   
5. In my childhood I had a large cactus on my room (the only plant macho enough to make it into a boys room I guess). I realized that thorns of different length made different sounds when snapping them. It didn’t take me too long to localize enough thorns to have one octave of tones. This way I learned to play the cactus, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for instance. In fact this is the only instrument I’ve ever mastered.
   
   

So that was it. Now I pass this curse on to Manuel P, Magnus L, arga_killen, Gustaf B and Sebastian R. Looking forward to read your not-so-well-known-facts. Will link to your pages as soon as you are done.

(And to get your inspiration going … read this wonderful rant about this whole thing: 5 things I don’t want to know about you)