February Pieces Of My Mind #3

Blankaholm feb 2019
Blankaholm: hibernating yacht harbour down on its luck, post-industrial brownfields, woodpecker drum solo.
  • R.E. Howard: as my English teacher Graham once said, “It’s trash, but it’s good trash”.
  • Pointed out to a pupil that they had spelled a person’s name three different ways in an assignment. They replied that this was not a serious problem because most likely the computer had changed the spelling.
  • Projected delivery date for my Medieval castles book from the printers in Estonia: 8 March!
  • Funny when podcasters come across the word orgy in writings from before about 1970 and don’t understand that it means “wild drunken party”.
  • Tonight ancestral linkings with these slumbering gneiss hills stir in my soul and trouble me with the phantasmal eon-veiled shapes of monstrous dreams. (Or so Robert E. Howard tells me.)
  • It’s been 2½ years since I joined the Social Democrats. Tonight I’m at my first session as representative on the municipal board of education.
  • Alt-med company files complaint against Norwegian state media for their investigation of the company’s health claims. Complaints board checks the thing out and ends up commending the journalists for a solid job well done.
  • Teenage daughter informs me that I ski downhill in “the 70s style”. I’m turning into living history!
  • Influencer: a person who hasn’t taken their flu shot.
  • I worry about the insect population collapse. Hope some spring bumblebees will soon show up and reassure me.
Granfjällsstöten feb 2019
Granfjällsstöten

 

Author: Martin R

Dr. Martin Rundkvist is a Swedish archaeologist, journal editor, skeptic, atheist, lefty liberal, bookworm, boardgamer, geocacher and father of two.

16 thoughts on “February Pieces Of My Mind #3”

  1. I’m reminded of a trashy novel I read many years ago that contained a couple of real gems among the dross:
    1. The less people know about you the better. (Pre-social media era; even better advice now than ever.)
    2. You can never go home. It changes the day you leave. (It took me a very long time and two aborted attempts at ‘returning home’ to understand how true this is.)

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    1. I must be one of the lucky ones. I went “home” for the first time 20 years after my family and I left and moved to Sydney. The people and places hadn’t changed a lot, and the feeling of homecoming was so intense that it laid that particular ghost for me. Time has moved on, and nothing is now the way it was. But that experience was enough to make me feel grounded again and accept the changes that followed.

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      1. I miss the bush. And Aboriginal people. That’s all. I crave the smell of the eucalyptus forests.

        The area around Margaret River, where I was born, has been destroyed by vineyards. Actually a lot of the south west that I knew when I was young has been wiped out. I can’t bear to go back there any more, it’s too heart breaking.

        Perth is a dump. It always was, and I never felt like I belonged there, but at least it used to be a cheap dump. Now it’s an outrageously expensive dump, and it has become more shitty as it has become more expensive, which is one of life’s little mysteries.

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  2. “…most likely the computer had changed the spelling.”
    By that logic, if you hit them over the head with a laptop it would be ok, because it would be the computer that hurt them, not you 🙂

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  3. “I worry about the insect population collapse.”
    We’re working on a solution. Our secret cabal of entomologists is attempting to breed cockroaches that can pollinate flowers and make honey. Watch this space.

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    1. Seriously, I have been noticing a worrying absence of ants on the podium of our housing estate. No ants to be seen anywhere. No beetles. Nothing. Either the pest control guys have been overly effective around our place lately, or we are facing a global apocalypse from the bottom up.

      Even the ‘midgets’ (she means ‘midges’) that Wife complains fly in through the open windows every Spring are noticeable by their complete absence. “Don’t open the window! The midgets will get in!” Well, not this year, they’re not. No midget invasions. No giant wasps needing me to chase them around the flat with a tennis racquet, dispatching them with well timed backhands. Nothing. I once murdered a giant mantis with a beautifully executed topspin forehand, but I haven’t seen one of those monsters in ages.

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      1. As a short term solution I can send you as many little black ants and big brown cockroaches as you need, plus an assortment of ginormous spiders on approval.
        However – I agree there seems to be a number of places where the normal levels of insect life are declining dramatically as a result of climate change, habitat loss, insecticide use, etc. Apparently even the level of street lighting decreases the number of moths which would normally go about feeding, pollinating and becoming feed for birds, bats etc.
        I’ve noticed that I seem to get a lot less bugs splattered on my car when driving at night, compared with numbers a few decades ago. Combine that with the apparent effects of warming and acidification on small marine life, and it appears that we may be heading for a bottom-up trophic cascade that will stuff everything.
        Unfortunately, as we’ve mentioned before, we as individuals are pretty powerless to stop it and it may well be too late anyway.
        Nature will recover, but it may not be the natural world we know and appreciate, and may not be a world friendly to humans.

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    1. Poor bastard killed himself. Until just a few years ago, the futuristic music in one of Stockholm’s laser tag spaces was early-90s Prodigy.

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