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January Pieces Of My Mind #2
One reason that it’s so hard to talk to believers about alternative medicine: the sharing of alt-med advice is largely a social, friendship-reinforcing activity. It’s not just irrelevant to believers, but quite rude, to question the medical efficacy of someone’s advice. This is not the case when you’re talking about tax forms or sewing machines.
Amazes me to think how varied and nutritious food we have in rich countries. All year round I can pretty much afford to eat whatever I want. And I’m not anywhere near being rich.
I’m happy to do stuff for people. Just don’t expect me to remember if you ask me by Facebook messenger.
Tiny but satisfying career step today. An invoice from Stockholm uni reached Umeå uni in time before my temp contract with the latter ends. This means that I can take a short pedagogics course at SU. Which is required for habilitation. Which will improve my employability.
Big job interview a month from now. Exciting!
Another piece of racist propaganda posted by a rural metal detectorist who’s Fb-friended me. Actually kind of neat how it encapsulates the Racist Party voter’s worldview. It’s a ladder with a bunch of birds in the Swedish colours sitting on the rungs. The top rung has the “Governent, public service and the media”, which shits on the Immigrants sitting on the second rung, who shit on the People (because as we all know, no immigrant can ever be a member of the Swedish People), who shit on Pensioners, the Ill, the Unemployed and the Homeless.
One good basis for a marriage is a mutual sense that your spouse is out of your league.
Dear rural uneducated unemployed man, I really can understand your sense of powerlessness, your anger, your suspicion of urban intellectuals and politicians and immigrants. But because of your on-line utterances and your politics, I feel deep in my heart that you are just a sad fart who actually deserves to be powerless and forgotten.
Nobody builds rental apartments in Stockholm. Because a rent cap makes it unprofitable. The cap is intended to keep the city from becoming a rich-people ghetto. How do we solve this problem?
Tiresome exhibition at the Stockholm Military Museum: about what gets chosen for preservation in museums and who has the power to make that call. Sure, museum curators have an on-going debate about those issues. But making a meta-exhibition about it is just narcissism. Museum goers really don’t care.
Baking bread. Showed the bowl to Jrette and told her, “Baby, you can tell all the kids at school that your dad has more dough than any of their dads.”