Scandinavian archaeology, history, skepticism, books and music
February Pieces Of My Mind #1
Me and Cecilia von Heijne have just submitted our paper on the coins from Skällvik Castle to a numismatic journal. Yay!
Current Swedish Archaeology has just published my enthusiastic review of Cecilia Ljung’s doctoral thesis on 11th century burial monuments. Well done, Doctor!
Danish is such a badass language. It’s got words like skaktavlkvadre — note the VLKV sequence there — and then you just pronounce everything like you’re extremely drunk.
I demand that everyone in Sweden pronounce “Skälboö” as if it were an English word: SKALBOO.
I just accepted a nomination to the executive board of my municipal branch of the Labour Party. See, academia? This is what happens to people who feel expendable. They become radicalised!!!
I often have to tell people online that my pronouncements tend to be not just ironic, but nonsensical.
Reading a post-modernist book on Medieval castles from 2002. It’s full of “redundant” scare quotes. *sigh*
In the past three days I’ve had job applications turned down by the Universities of Oslo and Helsinki. The Labour Party, on the other hand, has nominated me for in-party office and offered me a three-day prep course in Brussels.
Building foundations and a cast-iron pump in a clump of bushes is all that remains of the late-19th century market garden and summer cottages on Fisksätra Islet. The last structures were demolished around 1970.
Had a massive reality check about my musical taste. I’ve assumed that the songs my streaming music service suggests are a tailored individual selection based on the hundreds of songs and bands I’ve ticked as my favourites. Until tonight, when I had dinner with friends at the Liffey Irish Pub in Stockholm’s Old Town. Every single song played on the speaker system was one of my favourites. Turns out that you can pretty reliably hit my musical sweet spot by just clicking the Generic Upmarket Fake Irish Pub Soundtrack playlist!
Went skating on the lake in the moonlight with my wife.
14th century bishop Henry Burghersh, a.k.a. The Drunk Fast-food Bishop.
Musical: The Book of Mormon at Stockholm’s China Theatre. Grade: highly recommended!