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October Pieces Of My Mind #2
Reminding everyone: Google Translate’s smart phone app can scan and OCR convert pretty much any kind of text. You never have to type text from a book or archive document again.
Facebook thinks I should like a page from a rural school for grownups called “Healing writing”. And I am oh so very grateful that I am not one of those who have to read these writings.
I was kicked out of the prostate study. My test results were too healthy.
On his way home from Turkey in 1714, Carolus XII stayed in Șimleu Silvaniei / Szilágysomlyó. This is a magical name for Migration Period scholars because of a great gold hoard with Scandy connections.
The battery in my electric toothbrush has worn out. Replacing it involved soldering, for which I lack skills and gear. So I bought a new toothbrush. And refused to bring another charger home, leaving it in the store.
Etymological problem upon reading Leiber. Is it Lankh-mar and Ilth-mar? Or is it Lank-hmar and Ilt-hmar? Not many local speakers you could ask.
In his autobiography, Karl Bartos of Kraftwerk writes the opening chord of “A Hard Day’s Night” as “Bäng!”.
Adam van Düren, the architect behind Glimmingehus, knew runes and carved his motto with them in Lund Cathedral.
The German version of the genealogy web site MyHeritage is named MeinHerritage.
The worst thing about biting a cusp off a molar isn’t that you have a messed up tooth. It’s that the sharp edges cut into your tongue all the time.
Facebook’s algorithms just suggested that I might want to buy a tee-shirt with a drawing of Velma from Scooby Doo in the nude with enormous floppy galumphing breasts. I just can’t tell if Zuckerberg knows me not at all or too well.
Interesting ambivalent development among Chinese Swedes: 30-40 year old Chinese restaurants are closing down. Because the young folks now have university degrees and better jobs. As intended by their parents.
Want to get massively, royally baked? Visit Venus!
Hey recently middle-aged peeps: don’t buy expensive plastic-framed reading glasses and expect them to hold together, like I did twice. Buy dirt cheap metal-framed ones in family packs.