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December Pieces Of My Mind #3
I don’t really know what a Christmas movie is. I never go to the movies or watch movies at home around Christmas.
I’m always interested in historical and archaeological studies of social and political issues. But it’s more common to find historical and archaeological studies that name-check social and political issues despite barely being relevant to them. Always in the same over-earnest, slightly aggrieved tone. I find these failed attempts at political relevance ridiculous.
Confession: I’m a space fan but I don’t understand why a conjunction is a big deal.
We’re learning from the Norwegians! Sweden is also getting a project to check what is thawing out of our permanent snow patches and glaciers.
Is Pratchett’s Dune sequel The Wee Frehmen any good?
I’m so traumatised from 16 years in the academic precariat, that one year into my position with Uni Łódź I still catch myself feeling envious of people with university positions.
Was reminded that like Nerthus, like Grendel’s mom, like any Lady of the Lake, the Aesir goddess Frigg lives in a wetland: in Fensalir, Fen Hall.
Factories used to spew carbon dioxide that heated the planet plus particles that cooled the planet and caused lung disease. We got rid of the particles.
Movie: It’s A Wonderful Life (1946). Didactic story about accepting your lot and helping your fellow men. Grade: OK.
People seem to have had enormous problems with their digestion up to c. 1945. Or at least been super focused on it. I’ve never been aware of mine either way.
Awesome. In Poland there are “sworn translators”. “I swear I will translate until I drop! Nothing is going to stop me!”
So dark out in the afternoons and evenings. Feels like our house is on the seafloor. I half expect big fish with bioluminescent markings to swim past the windows.
German has lent the word Schublade, “dresser drawer”, to Swedish (skufflåda) and Polish (szuflada).
Maybe I shouldn’t feel so bad about being judged unimportant when someone wrote an English Wikipedia article about me. I wrote an article about an indie band from Philadelphia that released eight albums, and they weren’t judged important enough either.
Had a 20th century moment. The keeper of the midday-empty sports bar was phoning in an order for vegetables. Slowly, one item at a time.
Sweden’s best rock journalist Fredrik Strage interviews musicans big and small, young and old, often in English, sometimes in Swedish. I’m a proud patron!