Scandinavian archaeology, history, skepticism, books and music
November Pieces Of My Mind #1
No, Kim Stanley Robinson, when two groups of characters meet and tell each other what they’ve gone through recently under the reader’s watchful eye, you shouldn’t write that dialogue. Because the reader already knows.
Back when my father-in-law the engineer had just come to Sweden from China and worked as a waiter, he used to have a few hours off in the afternoon. One day he decided to relax with a movie, despite understanding neither the English dialogue nor the Swedish subtitles. He was confused and horrified by what he happened to see: Alien.
Feeling flush after my intense September bout of teaching, I bought us an easy chair for 10110 kronor. Sadly the price was not expressed in binary.
I’m letting the freshmen suggest questions for the exam on the Iron Age module. Publicly, at a seminar.
I just bought my first mp3 album rather than forking out for a CD I would only play in the car at long intervals.
Tried to read Charles L.H. Coulson’s Castles in Medieval Society. It deals with interesting matters and seems to have interesting things to say, but Coulson’s prose style is so convoluted, ponderous and allusive that I just gave up. The book should have been copy-edited by Ernest Hemingway.
“Gastropub” is such an unappetising word. I associate it not with gastronomy, but with gastroscopy, gastric acid and gastritis.
It’s official: I’m middle-aged. They played a hit song from my early twenties on the radio, then the jingle “We play the music you remember”…
Swedish culture is contagious: when taking her dad to see an old Chinese lady, YuSie received a bag of home-made cinnamon buns.
The journalists’ union’s membership paper has long been filled with stories of layoffs and downsizing. I empathise fully with everybody who loses their jobs. But there’s this naïve recurring criticism, that employers are firing people because “they only think about the money”. Look, the main reason that you got that job 25 years ago was that at the time, you made money for the shareholders. That is no longer true because of free news on the net. Your employer has been thinking only about the money all the time.
Only one letter separates Sinead and Sinbad. Just sayin’.
Comfy chair corner has been reinstated! Die, Telenor!
Cleaned out my mixed computer hardware box to make room. Stuff out: weird graphics cable, 25-pin printer cables, mice with PS/2 plugs and no scroll wheels, 25-pin and 9-pin serial cables, firewire cable, ethernet expansion card for desktop PC, sundry low-capacity memory chip arrays, sundry USB cables with odd plugs at the other end, hermaphroditic phone plugs, VGA cable, USB-to-25-pin printer cable, joystick with the weird sound-card plug. Stuff in: wifi router, IP cables, TV antenna cable, coax TV cable.
No, Norwegian job application referee, I am not “somewhat theoretically unreflected”. I am greatly theoretically hostile. And dismissive.
Resisting the temptation to make the 1st Millenium freshman module entirely about the finer details of Vendel Period animal art styles.