Scandinavian archaeology, history, skepticism, books and music
May Pieces Of My Mind #1
Unpleasant discovery. I’ve known for a long time that looking at the age of people who get lectureships in Scandy archaeology, the third quartile is at 46. In other words, 75% of all the jobs are given to people aged 46 or less. But now I’ve looked at the contents of the fourth quartile. And it consists almost entirely of the value 46. In fact, I know of only one case where someone older than 46 got a job, and that was a short part-time temp job. Well, at least this gives me a definite date for when I can finally quit reading the damn job ads.
Senior archaeologist calls lo-tech traditional cultures “nature peoples” in the latest issue of Skalk. *slow clapping*
Jrette nervous because today her class will learn which way they are getting split and recombined for 7th grade. I’ve told her she can still be with her old buddies either way. I haven’t told her that 5 years from now she will no longer remember any of them much.
Art insight: framed paintings are just portable murals or a cheap alternative to tapestries.
Movie: l’Odeur de la Mandarine. Couple gets married on rural estate during WW1. Have protracted not very interesting bedroom problems and ride a lot of symbolic horses encountering a strangely docile and even more symbolic stag. Grade: Pass.
Trying yaupon holly, the only caffeine-producing plant that might be grown in Sweden.
Wonder if mammals without fingers have a functional clitoris.
The cherry-tree sapling we received from a Chinese acquaintance last year is doing well and blooming. Its fragrance is sweet, intricate and has an unmistakeable note of Asian grocery store.
Did a vanity search in the Archaeology Department’s library catalogue in Cambridge. They had three of my books before I gave them the latest one.
This is a fun week. Monday guest lecture in Cambridge. Tuesday Dr. Dee exhibition and Tower of London. Wednesday through Friday look at Medieval castle finds in Stockholm museum stores. Saturday lecture to metal detectorist gathering in Småland.
The Martin Tower at the Tower of London, formerly the Jewel Tower, is named for Old Martin the Bear that was once kept there as part of the Royal Menagerie.
Alt-J’s song “Every Other Freckle” is in a style that’s completely new to me.
Jrette & friends have written compact feminist manifestos. Hers reads like something written by a woman twice her age.