Scandinavian archaeology, history, skepticism, books and music
August Pieces Of My Mind #2
Nils Mattsson Kiöping reports that people in Sri Lanka say the island’s monkeys could talk if they wanted to. They’re just afraid to have to work.
So, how long since you all re-watched Hawk the Slayer?
Took my breakfast into the yard. 10-15 wasps appeared, sat quietly on the table keeping me company, then flew off after a few minutes. Maybe they were drying their wings after the rain.
Full page review of my new book in Sweden’s main pop-archaeology mag. Overall quite positive, with the main point of criticism being that the reviewer is uncertain about who the intended target audience is. “Why write it in English and then not include a map early in the book to show where Östergötland is?” (The cover’s inside has a big fat map of Östergötland itself.) Well, dear renowned Boomer colleague, imagine a world where everyone who cares about Medieval castles in Scandinavia has a smartphone or a desktop computer where they can reach a web site called Google…
Movie: Worlds of Ursula K. LeGuin (2018). Excellent documentary with a super strong cast of interviewees. Grade: Great!
I’ve got the riff from Hawkwind’s “Master of the Universe” stuck in my head. Which, since this song consists of nothing but that damn riff again and again, means that I’ve got Hawkwind’s “Master of the Universe” stuck in my head.
Car made it through its 21st annual government checkup just fine. I guess that’s another year then when we won’t be switching to the electric car pool.
Movie: 2001, a Space Odyssey (1968). An ancient beacon is found on the moon and sends a signal to Jupiter. People follow, have some IT trouble on the way, then have an alien acid trip. Last quarter makes no sense, so read Clarke’s novel as well. Grade: Good!
Earthless’s guitarist plays like Hendrix. Tonight I learned that he also sings like Dio!
I understand why the pot smokers leave baggies, candy wrappers and soda cans on the hillside behind my neighbour’s house. But why these skeins and balls of greenish clingfilm?
I really don’t like the expression “He is correct”. He may be right, if what he says is correct, but he can’t be correct because he is no statement.
Talked to a polyamorous Wikipedian today. I commented that his lifestyle seems quite common among scifi fans. He replied that in Finland, people associate polyamory with being a LARPer or a Sámi!
I don’t much like Burton’s translation of the 1001 Nights, finding its archaism laboured. But the notes are great!
Do spoilers bother you? There’s an easy cure. Quit watching / reading what everybody’s currently talking about.
Having been randomly selected, I just signed on to a big clinical study of prostate cancer screening.
Oatmeal, lingonberry sauce, milk.
The Baggensstäket Skirmish Tricentennial Celebrations.