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June Pieces Of My Mind
Wait a minute. Did I just win my first competition for an advertised teaching job? In ten years of applying for them? I kind of feel the bedrock under my feet slipping.
A chapter of my life ended on 12 June. 13½ years ago I began taking my son to daycare. Ever since, I have taken my kids to daycare or school half of my mornings or, since Jrette showed up, more. In August she starts taking the commuter train to school.
The Norwegian Archaeologists’ Annual Meeting has two quotations at the top of this year’s web site: one from Michael Shanks and Christopher Tilley about how important archaeology is to current politics, one from me about how it is not. I’ll just say this: whether archaeology plays a great role in current politics or not is an empirical question.
Lovecraft’s 1920 “Arthur Jermyn” and Doyle’s 1923 “Creeping Man” share a eugenical theme.
There’s this old video game called Dig Dug. Must mean “appreciate breast”.
I beat the system by not buying any gear for my first mountain hike in years. Carpenter’s pants, polythene fleece sweater, weird old hipster sneakers, army surplus raincoat.
I keep seeing ads on Fb for “the Hollywood diet” showing underweight women with breast prostheses and big hair. I do not want to be like them. I do not want to canoodle with such women. Please Fb, make them go away.
It probably counts as an un-Arabian activity to microwave your foul madammas.
Pre-scientific medicine, like that described in Medieval Anglo-Saxon manuscripts, is infuriating. They’re clearly just making shit up, having no idea (and no good way to test) whether a given intervention will work. Mumbo jumbo. And the general method of revealed medical truth proclaimed by a visionary authority still survives in today’s alternative medicine. I get a definite impression that a lot of the A-S stuff was made up by the scribe. These remedies are an historic embarrassment on a par with Aztec religion. We should send in the Marines by time machine to clean up.
In Bósi’s and Herraudh’s saga, a sorceress recites a spell with various mainly supernatural threats to make somebody do her will. Among these threats are “may you be buggered by a horse”.
“Giddy” is cognate with “godly”.
Found two snake skins, eye domes like little contact lenses.
Anton and Maria taught me that Russians only cook peeled potatoes and so do not know how to peel them with table cutlery.
The Ark’s song if used in an ad for toilet paper: “Let your body decide when you want to go”.