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November Pieces Of My Mind #1
Zoologists preserve animals in formaldehyde. I wonder if botanists preserve cucumbers likewise.
Little more than seven weeks to the solstice now!
One new thing that streaming music has brought to my listening habits is that there are now loads of bands that I only know through one or two tunes that I listen to frequently. I never listen to albums, and so I have no idea what else these people have done.
Stendhal and Sir R.F. Burton were both consuls in Trieste, though decades apart.
I’m directing a big-budget Bollywood remake of Glee. It’s titled Ghee.
In a landmark development, this morning I tied my first Windsor knot without referring to YouTube. And got the tie ends aligned correctly on the first try.
Hey everyone who’s living with a lawyer, does your love life involve a lot of jokes about your partner “getting you off on a technicality”?
I like the Papa Lee cake shop in Finntorp. It’s run by two Northern English brothers. Today I had a mince pie and a Lancaster Wotsit, like a mazarin with orange-peel flavour.
There was a Soviet Israel, the Jewish Autonomous Oblast, bordering on NE China. Almost no Jews live there anymore, because it’s really the ass end of nowhere.
If it goes to shit, I’ll have to mute or unfollow several hundred American social media contacts in order to avoid news about their country for four years. Is there a browser plugin that swaps all US news for Uruguay news?
It always makes me super proud and grateful when my learned friends take the time to explain complicated issues to my children. It takes a village to raise a child. Today, Anders Blixt is giving Jrette an expert perspective on the various Afghanistan conflicts.
I don’t know how to get a “ę” on my Swedish keyboard. Every time I need to write “Thank you very much”, Dziękuję bardzo, I google the phrase and copy it from the Wikipedia article about New Age musician Klaus Schulze’s thirty-ninth album.
Amazing how little Boomer academics needed to do. I’m looking at a recently retired historian who’s had a really successful academic career, as measured in jobs. He’s got 17 publications in the main Swedish bibliographical database, including book reviews.
In the mid-00s I didn’t know that the two versions of the Swedish National Coordinate Grid in my GPS navigator gave slightly different coordinates. There are a few metal detector sites where I don’t know which version I used. Now I’ve tested this at one site by doing a massive 15-person re-survey and comparing the new find scatter with the old one. It’s quite clear which version of the 2006 scatter fits with the 2020 one.
The Danish Portable Antiquities Scheme has just registered its 100,000th find. Tillykke! Sweden, meanwhile, has no PAS at all.
I used to be weak and puny, but I’ve been working out and I expect to achieve complete impunity real soon.
The parable of the prodigal son is about how God is always happy to take you back if you repent of your sins. To me though, it’s like the father in the parable is not actually my dad. And I haven’t squandered my inheritance, I’ve just been hiking. Which kind of obviates the whole scenario.
Anybody know where I can buy a Quran printed in Younger Futhark runes?
Black Francis / Frank Black of the Pixies is trolling the outgoing president on Twitter.
Participating in a survey by some linguists at U Katowice. The questions suggest that there’s a big debate in Poland about making the country’s scientific output accessible to the wider world. They assume that most respondents speak good Polish and possibly no other language. My recent recruitment to U Łódź fits this pattern: no Polish, four other languages.