Detail of Signe Persson-Melin’s & Anders B Liljefors’s facade decoration on the Natur & Kultur publishing house in Stockholm.
- Found the secret passage between the humanities building and the library. Now I can go eat lunch without braving the elements.
- I flew to Umeå today along the contrail left by the aircraft when going south earlier in the morning. Contrails are really pretty up close. Once I saw two parallel ones, really thick and marshmallowy, glowing pink in the sunrise.
- LinkedIn informs me that very few people have looked at my profile recently, and that one of those who have works for Autistic Initiative.
- Two new things about Jrette that make me happy: she makes me help her with French homework and she’s realised that my old steel string guitar sounds better than her nylon string.
- I just realised that the picture I thought was of Ayn Rand is actually Rosa Parks’s police mug shot.
- Banner over one of Stockholm’s biggest highways: “Refugees Go Home”. A volunteer climbs up and removes it. Finds that the message has been sprayed onto the back of a banner for the National “Democrat” Party, who disbanded last year. Recycling FTW. /-:
- In the 70s, the standard term used to talk to kids about child sex offenders was Sw. ful gubbe: “ugly old man”.
- Student asks which of eight exam rooms he’s scheduled for. I tell him that according to the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics, he will sit the exam in all eight rooms. When he hands in his paper, the waveform will collapse and we will know which of the rooms he sat in.
- The Muslim bartender in our spare room pointed out that he’s actually not just a bartender but also an ex-refugee.
- Woah! There are Facebook events for lots of Yes concerts in the 70s! People use the comments sections on the events to reminisce!
- Jobriath died three days before Klaus Nomi.
- I just finished the first draft of my first book in Swedish. It’s a little collection of essays on archaeology for the general reader, based mainly on the routine I’ve developed through the years for when people at parties ask me what I do.
- WOO-HOO! YAY! I’ve been butting my head against various academic brick walls for years, trying to get onto this course in how to supervise PhD students. Because you need that course in order to be eligible for this academic boy-scout badge, the docentur. And now FINALLY I’ve gotten onto it, starting in late January! I have to pay for it myself, but that’s money well spent if the docentur helps get me a lectureship even just one year earlier.
- The planned follow-up to Joan Didion’s A Year of Magical Thinking was supposed to be titled A Year Of Conventional Thinking but the publisher turned it down.
- I’m starting a stoner rock band called Böngröt. It means “porridge with beans” in Swedish and is my wife’s favourite breakfast food.
- There are fewer things in heaven and earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
- A part of my child-rearing style that I’m particularly proud of: Jr and Jrette are completely unfazed by absurd and pointless remarks. It’s extremely hard to outweird them.
- The Chainsaw Warrior solo game was remarkably boring.
- My favourite way to explain Ockham’s razor is this. There was a break-in. There are footprints, all the same size and model of shoe. Let’s assume until more data surfaces that there was only one guy, not twenty wearing identical shoes.
- I just took this year’s flu shot. Lucky enough that my employer paid for it and let me pop over to the clinic during office hours.
- If you think God is omnipotent — isn’t “God’s will be done” kind of an infinitely redundant thing to hope for?
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Detail of Signe Persson-Melin’s & Anders B Liljefors’s facade decoration on the Natur & Kultur publishing house in Stockholm.
- Found the secret passage between the humanities building and the library. Now I can go eat lunch without braving the elements.
- I flew to Umeå today along the contrail left by the aircraft when going south earlier in the morning. Contrails are really pretty up close. Once I saw two parallel ones, really thick and marshmallowy, glowing pink in the sunrise.
- LinkedIn informs me that very few people have looked at my profile recently, and that one of those who have works for Autistic Initiative.
- Two new things about Jrette that make me happy: she makes me help her with French homework and she’s realised that my old steel string guitar sounds better than her nylon string.
- I just realised that the picture I thought was of Ayn Rand is actually Rosa Parks’s police mug shot.
- Banner over one of Stockholm’s biggest highways: “Refugees Go Home”. A volunteer climbs up and removes it. Finds that the message has been sprayed onto the back of a banner for the National “Democrat” Party, who disbanded last year. Recycling FTW. /-:
- In the 70s, the standard term used to talk to kids about child sex offenders was Sw. ful gubbe: “ugly old man”.
- Student asks which of eight exam rooms he’s scheduled for. I tell him that according to the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics, he will sit the exam in all eight rooms. When he hands in his paper, the waveform will collapse and we will know which of the rooms he sat in.
- The Muslim bartender in our spare room pointed out that he’s actually not just a bartender but also an ex-refugee.
- Woah! There are Facebook events for lots of Yes concerts in the 70s! People use the comments sections on the events to reminisce!
- Jobriath died three days before Klaus Nomi.
- I just finished the first draft of my first book in Swedish. It’s a little collection of essays on archaeology for the general reader, based mainly on the routine I’ve developed through the years for when people at parties ask me what I do.
- WOO-HOO! YAY! I’ve been butting my head against various academic brick walls for years, trying to get onto this course in how to supervise PhD students. Because you need that course in order to be eligible for this academic boy-scout badge, the docentur. And now FINALLY I’ve gotten onto it, starting in late January! I have to pay for it myself, but that’s money well spent if the docentur helps get me a lectureship even just one year earlier.
- The planned follow-up to Joan Didion’s A Year of Magical Thinking was supposed to be titled A Year Of Conventional Thinking but the publisher turned it down.
- I’m starting a stoner rock band called Böngröt. It means “porridge with beans” in Swedish and is my wife’s favourite breakfast food.
- There are fewer things in heaven and earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
- A part of my child-rearing style that I’m particularly proud of: Jr and Jrette are completely unfazed by absurd and pointless remarks. It’s extremely hard to outweird them.
- The Chainsaw Warrior solo game was remarkably boring.
- My favourite way to explain Ockham’s razor is this. There was a break-in. There are footprints, all the same size and model of shoe. Let’s assume until more data surfaces that there was only one guy, not twenty wearing identical shoes.
- I just took this year’s flu shot. Lucky enough that my employer paid for it and let me pop over to the clinic during office hours.
- If you think God is omnipotent — isn’t “God’s will be done” kind of an infinitely redundant thing to hope for?
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