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July Pieces Of My Mind #3
In late-90s Stockholm there was a subculture with only two members: bipolar skateboard Goths.
I fielded a crew of 19 people today. Think it’s my record.
I sat on my reading glasses. They didn’t break. ALL HAIL CLAS OHLSON, LORD OF STUFF!
Saw something funny this morning: three playful and inquisitive magpie teenagers interacting with the feral rabbit that lives next to our house. The birds were posturing and nipping at the rabbit while clearly quite afraid of it. The rabbit was pretty cool about it, rolling on its back on a sandy spot, nibbling on the lawn. The magpies were messing in a similar way with some resting wood pigeons in the same spot recently.
The orthoceratite casts that erode out of the local limestone look like fragmented dildoes.
This is my first student dig where one of the students is younger than my oldest child. I’m afraid I’m still this silly older brother kind of boss.
Jrette and her 16/17-y-o buddies are sailing the Stockholm archipelago in a rented 2-sail 6-bunk yacht. Currently at Sandhamn, safe & happy & damp.
I wish café staff would generally know the distinction between flavoured and plain tea. And know that there is a plant named “the tea bush”. I believe there’s a mechanism in play where if a person knows the things I’m asking for, their general level of knowledge is such that they can get better pay somewhere else than at a café.