Taking back control with help from a Labrador

Right. Here we go.

This blog isn’t really for you. It’s for me. But if you’re here, welcome. Make yourself at home. Mind the cables. And don’t sit in Anouk’s spot. She’s the Chief Security Officer around here. Black Labrador. Highly trained in squirrel surveillance and meatball detection.

Why am I doing this?

Because I swallowed the red pill. Not recently. Not all at once. But over time. One realization at a time. My emails. My notes. My photos. My passwords. My everything. All scattered across foreign servers. Controlled by systems I didn’t build. Under surveillance laws I never voted for. That ends now.

I believe in owning my own data. Not leasing it from tech giants.

I want my personal information stored where it’s protected. Under Swedish law first and foremost. Some of the strictest privacy protections in the world. And if not there, then at least in the Nordics. If absolutely necessary, somewhere within Europe. Nowhere else. Never again.

I want to know who has access to my stuff. I want logs. I want encryption I control. I want backups I can touch. If someone wants to peek at my inbox, I want it to require a Swedish court order, not a quiet little backdoor deal in another timezone.

So this is my revolt. My slightly chaotic, definitely obsessive journey toward digital sovereignty and real security.

What does that mean?

First, it means moving stuff. My email. My files. My notes. My backups. My servers. Piece by piece, from hyperscaler hypersurveillance back into my own hands. On my own hardware. With my own rules. No telemetry. No behavioral profiling. No hidden agenda.

Second, it means writing about it. Here. Loudly. Sometimes angrily. Hopefully usefully. I’ll share guides, hacks, rants, setbacks, and the occasional moment of triumph. Sometimes involving automation. Sometimes involving firewalls. Often involving Anouk and grilled food.

And third. This blog will sometimes wander. Into Python projects. Into AI experiments. Into smart home misadventures. Into whatever weird tech thing I’m currently obsessed with.

Because this is not a polished brand. This is me. A human being who wants to live a digital life on my own terms. Inside legal frameworks I actually believe in. With tools I trust. And a dog who barks at USB sticks if they blink too much.

This is my logbook. My manifesto. My bunker.

Me. The machines. And a Labrador with a mission.

Welcome to my Matrix.

Part 1