Scandinavian archaeology, history, skepticism, books and music
May Pieces Of My Mind #2
My selective breeding programme for a future master race is producing good results. Jrette just beat her entire class (admittedly, a class selected for musical ability) at the national maths test. Meanwhile her brother is using seven programming languages while his classmates are learning one.
Have you heard Clint Eisteddfod’s new album, Good, Bad and Ugly Songs?
A bright former student of mine has made a narrow escape from the archaeological job market. Phew! And become a PhD student in Swedish literature instead. Errr…
Stop playing the violin around the bonfire, you Pagan ninny!
“Love of Brands”. Oh, go away. I hate brands.
Table salt container boasts of less sodium. To anyone with a bit of middle-school chemistry, this means “not table salt”.
I don’t like decimals on percentages. If you need that kind of precision, and let’s be honest, you don’t, then use per mil. AND NO DECIMALS ON YOUR DAMN PER MIL OK!!!
Reading Arthur Ransome’s first Swallows & Amazons book from 1930. Realising that Enid Blyton’s Famous Five are an unabashed Ransome ripoff. It’s all there, including the lovingly described voluminous meals. The first Famous Five book from 1942 is even titled Five on a Treasure Island, echoing the preoccupation with pirate / sea fiction that Ransome’s four protagonists share.
I’ve applied for 326 grants since 1993. 40% of them have been approved. Both the large number of applications and the high hit rate show that I’ve gone mainly for small grants, not the big famous ones with a very low average hit rate per applicant. And they’ve allowed me to publish five books and 41 journal papers / book chapters.
Sprinkled Georgian (as in Kolchis, roses, wine, gold) spice mix generously onto my lamb patties & baked cauliflower. Then remembered that I don’t currently have any sense of smell because of a cold. So it might as well just have been salt and pepper.
Having completed the reports for the second fieldwork season on my castles project, and having finalised my plans for the third and last season, today I’ve begun writing the monograph.
Gotta love some spam: “Wussten Sie, dass Yoda in den Star Wars Filmen ursprünglich von einem Affen gespielt werden sollte?”
Awesome. Lund University advertises a temp job in biotech — and the department forgets to remove the name of the guy for whom the job is intended from the headline of the job ad!
Absentmindedly put lime curd on bread seasoned with fennel seeds. The resulting clash of tastes is extraterrestrial. Good thing I can barely feel it for my cold.
Guy at the annual car inspection place is awesome. He’s short, muscular, crew-cut and covered in tattoos. Super butch. But he has the manner of a particularly maternal hair dresser.
Received a review copy of an American techno thriller where atheists are being hunted down by shadowy theocrats. And I’m like “I’m Swedish. We’ve already beat theocracy. Atheists are the establishment here, not some beleaguered minority that needs comforting tales about our plight. I don’t care about atheism.”
Movie: Llewyn Davis. 1961 US folk singer isn’t doing so well. Grade: Pass.