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November Pieces Of My Mind #2
This chocolate praline contains something that looks and smells like shampoo. Apparently it’s flavoured with elderflower extract.
Jrette prints out song lyrics and fixes them to the outside of the shower cubicle as aids to singing in the shower.
I’m kind of OK with most subcultural dress codes. But I really gotta say: young men wearing oversize baseball caps or stocking caps indoors look like they’re in Kindergarten.
I’m confused by the feminism that on one hand condemns the wearing of Hawaii shirts with beach babe cartoons, on the other hand organises proud plus-size burlesque shows. Would the shirt have been OK on a female Rosetta project member? What am I missing?
Bought Jrette two warm cotton nightgowns from Polarn & Pyret.
Manuscript reviewer: “Rundkvist criticises knowledge relativism, but still he proposes several weakly founded interpretations. He’s inconsistent!” Um… Do you even know what knowledge relativism means?
Drives me nuts when students pad their exam answers with tangentially relevant info that I have to wade through to see if they’ve actually responded to the fucking questions.
It’s snowing but the flakes melt before they reach the ground. I hate November here.
The Linnaeus University has two campuses located an hour and a half apart. One thing its web site is not well equipped to tell you is on which of these sites a given employee’s desk and mailbox are.
So weird reconnecting on Fb with an old school buddy after 25-30 years. I remember him as an adolescent. I have no idea what he looked like in his 20s and 30s. He now has a grey beard.
The Romanian Gypsies who have taken to begging in Swedish towns in recent years have characteristic looks and style of dress. Sometimes I come across them just walking about town or riding the subway, and I think to myself, “There’s a beggar who isn’t at work right now”.
Movie: Interstellar. Confused space drama with bad science, severe pacing issues and sappy emotionalism. Grade: Fail.
The expression “a member in good standing” is almost too easy to make a joke of.
Halfway through the Mahavishnu Orchestra’s “Dance of Maya” they break into a weird off-kilter blues jam that seems to be in 5/4 time. Love it!
People sell a lot of vegetables around Tunisia. I saw a man holding a gourd today. I really wanted to throw stones at him until he dropped the gourd and ran away. Then I could have shouted after him, “Look at you man! You’re a disgrace! It’s barely lunchtime and already you’re stoned right out of your fucking gourd!”