Scandinavian archaeology, history, skepticism, books and music
August Pieces Of My Mind #2
14 August marked 200 years of unbroken peace for Sweden. Eight generations. Most of us don’t even remember the name of the latest ancestor of ours who survived a war.
Other people get moments of déjà vu. I get moments of dissociation, when Martin Rundkvist seems not to be me.
Neat serendipitous combination of podcasts. I listened to Norm Sherman’s excellent reading of Lovecraft’s “The Colour Out Of Space” on the Drabblecast. It’s about a family killed slowly and horrifically by emanations from a meteorite that hits the ground near their farm. Then Planetary Radio came on with the words “The search for extraterrestrial polluters?”
I flip through a 2010 book and find an entire page devoted to criticising stuff I published in 2003. The guy hasn’t told me. I won’t respond, because I haven’t been active in that particular field of study for the past five years. His critique looks like it’s at least partly quite warranted.
Is there a way for EU citizens to take part actively somehow in ESA’s work? Not just watch it? Is there any space science advocacy going on to influence the European Parliament?
Since I work for the Linnaeus University, I was unhappy to learn that a lecturer there has been found guilty of gross plagiarism, having copied at least 15% of a paper he published verbatim from a book. The news outlets haven’t disclosed his name, but this seems to be the guy. He’s at the Dept of Social Work, not the Dept of Cultural Sciences where archaeology is taught.
Annoyance / OCD rage: finding three opened jars of lingonberry jam in the fridge. Bliss: combining their contents in one jar.
Ashtanga yoga, from English, “ass tango”.
Oh. Those three lectures I gave last September without really having any script? There are eight of them this year.
Greg Bear’s 1987 scifi novel Forge of God is set in 1996. In chapter 7 a journalist spends 22 hours in his hotel room combing “specialist bulletin boards” for news about visiting aliens. He uses his laptop and modem, and it costs him $300, or in 2014 currency, $455.
Greg Bear! Quit telling me again and again that every character in the novel is wearing slacks!
Pat Boone used to have big hits with Little Richard covers.
The proofing errors in this e-book of an 80s novel show that the text has been scanned from a paper copy and OCRed. E.g. hp for lip.
E-books are great. Forgot who that minor character is? Search for his name. Wonder what that unfamiliar thing mentioned looks like? Google it on your reader.
My dad’s neighbour, with whom he’s been feuding for years over building permits, is taking pictures of the preparations for my daughter’s outdoor birthday party.
Yes! For a year now I’ve been running Linux Mint on my laptop, and it’s interacted really poorly with the wifi hardware and the trackpad. I’ve had to stick extremely close to any wifi router in order to get a connection. With three months of teaching and travelling at hand, I finally installed the latest Ubuntu Linux instead, and the glitches are gone!
Local paper asks 22-y-o what party they will vote for, then why that particular party. “My parents and everybody I know vote for that party, so it’s an obvious choice”. *facepalm*
Portishead, “It could be sweet like a long-forgotten dream” makes no sense. Please re-record the song and sing “It could be sweet like a well-remembered dream which was very sweet”. Or ”non-forgotten dream”.
Jrette is mainly familiar with music cassettes as iPhone shells.
Been called to my 2nd UK job interview and test lecture ever. This time it’s over Skype. I suppose this is mainly to check whether I speak any English.
I’m writing a disco tune about railway gauges. It’s called “Yessir, I Can Bogie”.
Hardcore work efficiency: do not leave house, wear only bathrobe.
This coconut sherbet tastes like suntan lotion with oatmeal.
Wife: Hmm, I wonder where I should put my camellia. Me: I wonder where I should plant my proud massive fir-tree. Wife: *sigh*
There’s a place near Växjö called Rudebro. It’s not at all as nice as the nearby village of Dudebro.
Whuh!? Gary Gygax was a Jehova’s Witness! No joke!
Suddenly remembered Yalu, this 70s wargame that my old buddy bought used at a gaming convention when we were boys. We never played it. Now I find that Boardgamegeek’s users judge that there are about one thousand wargames and four thousand other tabletop games that are better than Yalu. So I guess I didn’t miss much.