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December Pieces Of My Mind #1
Anglophones, why do you say “might” instead of “may” when expressing uncertainty? If you’re certain, you say “I’ll eat some bread”. If uncertain, you sometimes just say “I may eat some bread”. But usually you form a needless subjunctive, “I might eat some bread”. Sometimes you even use this mode to express certainty! I sometimes wonder if you aim at grammatical optimisation at all. Do you even know that ”may” and ”might” are the same verb?
Some people are angry because they have no voice in public discourse. I sort of have. Instead I’m annoyed because public discourse mainly deals with topics I don’t give a shit about.
I saw chewing tobacco marketed with the selling point that some of its constituent leaves are grown in Sweden. AFAIK that just lowers the quality of the product.
Listening to a radio programme about Kafka’s The Trial I am reminded that personalitywise, I am almost completely incapable of appreciating or identifying with Kafka’s neurotic worldview.
Somebody asked me if I wanted to bet on the outcome of the repeated parliamentary election. My first thought was “What? That’s an empirical issue. You don’t bet on it. You wait and observe it.” I never did see the point of betting or gambling.
Who’s making a mashup of “Wrecking Ball”, “Balls to the Wall” and “The Wall”?
With the current Swedish political situation in mind, I am particularly proud of my dad today. His Polish cleaning lady of many years’ standing was hassled by the building society about the constantly leaky/clogged drain in her apartment. My dad waded in with the big guns, including professional builder’s expertise, and got the whole thing sorted for her.
Sweden’s biggest group of contract archaeology units is moving from the umbrella of the National Heritage Board to that of the Swedish History Museum. Because the Board is responsible for quality control in Swedish contract archaeology. And so shouldn’t also be the main undertaker of such work.
Can we have some forward-looking scifi again please? I don’t want to hear another word about Star Wars.
I left the sour dough out for too long. The current batch of bread smells like garbage can. Tastes fine though when toasted.
A book reminded me of the exquisite childhood feeling when we’d been at the summer house for weeks and came home again, everything familiar yet strange.
My wife just got out of bed over at the other end of the house. I know because she liked one of my Facebook posts.
After being asked, and after thinking the issue over for about 0.25 secs, Andreas Viberg and I have decided not to give any interviews or image rights regarding our Viking Period research to right-wing extremist publications.
As the husband of a woman who enjoys good male looks, I’ve come to realise lately that the orthodontist who fixed my protruding front teeth during adolescence had a huge influence upon my adult life.
Suddenly reminded of Asterix’s Gothic buddies Rhet-Oric and Meth-Odic.
You say “artefact biography”. I say “anecdotal ad-hoc explanation”.
The 2nd Vice Chair of the Swedish Parliament said the other day that Jews and Saami aren’t real Swedes. He’s previously come down hard against the UN’s Declaration of Human Rights. He needs to go.