Vil du være med til at bygge Danmarks historiske hukommelse med data science?

Rigsarkivet søger Data scientister og historiske datamanagere til Team Linking Lab i København og Odense

Vi skal opbygge Historisk Personregister – HisPeR – en ny national forskningsinfrastruktur der forbinder personoplysninger fra 1600-tallet og frem og gør det muligt at skabe og analysere historiske livsforløb på tværs af generationer

Med næsten 1000 års samfundsdokumentation er Rigsarkivet Danmarks hukommelse. Nu skal du være med til at gøre data levende.

Du bliver del af Data Science-enheden og projekter som HisPeR, ChildHomes, Mapping Freedom, MiDiN-Data og WIDOWS – tæt samarbejde med historikere og dataspecialister

Dine mulige opgaver:
- Record linkage, livsforløbsaggregering og familierelationer – udvikling og validering af linkningsmetoder
- Standardisering, databehandling og dokumentation – harmonisering af historiske datasæt, standarder og reproducerbare workflows
- Forskningsinfrastruktur – bæredygtig infrastruktur mellem HPC og lokale systemer, datamodel og integration
- Mulighed for videnskabelige publikationer

Vi søger dig der:
- Programmerer i Python og har erfaring med pandas/Polars
- Taler og skriver dansk og engelsk
- Trives med komplekse, ufuldstændige historiske data hvor der ikke findes ét rigtigt svar
- Har stærke kompetencer inden for mindst ét område: ML (scikit-learn/PyTorch), LLM/Hugging Face, HPC/Linux/Slurm/Apptainer, SQL, datarensning og klassifikationer, systemarkitektur, scalable Python workflows

Fordel med erfaring inden for: sprogmodeller i lukkede miljøer, Neo4j/Linked Data, Git/Azure DevOps, Docker, Parquet/Arrow, .NET/C#/Angular/Java og brugerflader

Vi forventer ikke du kan det hele – vi foretrækker nysgerrige teamplayers der både deler viden og udfordrer antagelser

Vi tilbyder:
- Tværfagligt team fordelt på København og Odense – lige ved Hovedbanegården / Banegårdspladsen
- Introduktionsprogram, fleksibilitet og godt humør
- 1 fast + op til 3 tidsbegrænsede stillinger (30 mdr.+), 37 timer

Klar til at omsætte 400 års personhistorie til data der skaber ny viden?

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Ja, well, vi troede ikke der ville komme flere tekster sådan lige her - men når inspirartionen er der, så er den der....som Misse Møghe (fra Matador) nok ville formulere det

OG

Når et citat,
Inspirerer til en tekst
(som snart er en sang)

Så er det med at gribe den.

Citatet:

“The only real voyage of discovery
consists not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes!”

Marcel Proust


Sangen:

Verse 1
I kept chasing after places I had never seen,
Thinking every distant border held the life I dreamed.
But every road I followed only circled back again,
Whispering that change begins inside, not where I’ve been.

Pre‑Chorus
And suddenly the colors feel a little more sincere,
The world is still the same, but something shifted here.

Chorus
The only real voyage of discovery
consists not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes —
new eyes to see the light in ordinary skies,
new eyes to find the magic where the everyday lies.
I’m learning how to open up my mind,
and let the world surprise me with its quiet, gentle signs.

Verse 2
I thought adventure needed oceans, maps, and open skies,
But now it rises gently in the space I occupy.
A simple laugh, a passing thought, a memory in bloom,
Becomes a place of wonder in a once‑forgotten room.

Pre‑Chorus
And suddenly the colors feel a little more sincere,
The world is still the same, but something shifted here.

Chorus
The only real voyage of discovery
consists not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes —
new eyes to see the light in ordinary skies,
new eyes to find the magic where the everyday lies.
I’m learning how to open up my mind,
and let the world surprise me with its quiet, gentle signs.

Verse 3
I used to think that meaning lived in places far away,
But now it grows in moments that unfold within my day.
A quiet thought, a gentle shift, a truth I finally see,
Becomes a deeper turning towards the personality in me.

Bridge
Maybe I don’t need a distant shore,
Maybe what I’m searching for
is the courage just to see what’s here today.
Maybe every step I take
is shaped by what I choose to wake,
a world unfolding softly in its way.

Pre‑Chorus
And suddenly the colors feel a little more sincere,
The world is still the same, but something shifted here.

Chorus
The only real voyage of discovery
consists not in seeking new landscapes,
but in having new eyes —
new eyes to see the light in ordinary skies,
new eyes to find the magic where the everyday lies.
I’m learning how to open up my mind,
and let the world surprise me with its quiet, gentle signs.

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.

What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.

No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them
(D.H. Lawrence - Song of a Man Who Has Come Through)

Presidential
Skrevet af Knud Kjølhede Petersen

A white pedestal…
Standing too tall for the truth it carries.
And on it, a half‑old man—
Mr. Dump toy.
He hums his hymn: “I’ve got the whole world in my hand…”
But the world does not hum back.

Up on that pedestal, porcelain throne,
FunnyBoy flexin’ like he carved the stone.
He sings that line like he owns the land—
but he’s holdin’ a snow globe, not the world in his hand.
Hair sprayed thick like a curtain at night,
coverin’ a rumor he keeps outta sight.
He walks like thunder but talks like a breeze,
gettin’ tricked by “friends” with the simplest tease.

You ain’t holdin’ the world, that’s a plastic toy—
whole crowd laughin’, “Dump toy!”
Claim king status? We checked—decoy.
You buy the lie, they sell the ploy.

Friends fade, Dump toy…
Not because they vanished,
but because they stopped applauding.
And the ones who stayed?
They were never yours.
They were watching… calculating…
Waiting for the moment you’d believe their smiles again.

Yo, he got no crew, his old team dipped,
now ex‑opps cheer him like the script got flipped.
They butter him up like a breadstick snack,
pat his shoulder while they rob his pack.
“Boss, you brilliant!” they grin real wide,
while picking his pockets from the other side.
He’s yellin’ “Checkmate!” in a game gone wrong—
bro, you’re shoutin’ UNO in a chessboard song.

Pedestal shiny—ego colossal,
anthem on loop like a gospel apostle.
Hair full of secrets, thinning disguise,
door to his truth locked behind lies.
Old foes “friends”? Man, that’s fraud in drag—
they wave his flag while snatchin’ the bag.

He’s the emperor’s clothes with the tags intact,
sellin’ wolf tickets—ain’t a single fact.
Falls for cons in HD replay,
world zooms in like, “There he goes… ay.”
He calls it power, but he’s graspin’ smoke,
every handshake’s staged like a carnival joke.
He shouts “I lead!” but he trails the pack—
even shadows don’t follow him back.

You ain’t holdin’ the world, that’s a plastic toy—
sit down, Mr. FunnyBoy.
Old enemies smile, but they don’t enjoy—
they just play you like a broken decoy.

Look at them, FunnyBoy…
the ones you call allies.
They clap for you, yes—
but not because they believe.
They clap
because the noise
keeps you from hearing
the truth.

They steer his steps like a marionette show,
pullin’ strings so smooth he’ll never know.
He’s the headline clown in a one-man parade,
maskin’ his doubts with a home‑made shade.
World sees everything—rearview clear,
every lie, every whisper, every “yessir” cheer.
He thinks he’s feared, but he’s used like a tool,
played by the players while he plays the fool.