Scandinavian archaeology, history, skepticism, books and music
August Pieces Of My Mind #2
Getting your fridge filled with rusty Medieval nails isn’t actually as hard as many people think. Just marry an archaeologist!
It’s been decided that from now on the word is pronounced ever-yone or ever-yawn.
Jrette joined me and Lasse for tonight’s sailing mini-race. She steered throughout the race, she enjoyed herself and we finished in the middle third as usual.
Cousin E admires Newton and Turing. I’ve lent him Stephenson’s Cryptonomicon.
I run an academic job application web site through Google Translate. The gender box asks whether I am a human or a woman.
The stereotype of the sandal-clad balding dad is eerily similar to that of the woman in sensible shoes. Are they in fact a single category of desexualised middle-aged people who like to pair up with femmes?
I’m recruiting girly and also very shy musicians for a New Wave cover band: The Shrinking Violet Femmes. Gonna be quietly awesome!
I’ve never found a use for LinkedIn. It just gives me wildly unrealistic job suggestions and people’s “endorsements”.
Movie: Inside Out. Pixar girl’s emotions take turns driving her, creating endless mixed metaphors. Some nicely surreal scenes. Grade: Pass.