I sure hope the new Mars rover lands OK, but I don’t quite understand what it’s got to do with Perverse Ear Ants.
My kids and possibly myself should be around for the centennial of the first moon landing. That’s pretty scifi.
Movie: Nuovo Cinema Paradiso (1988). Fatherless boy grows up in the projection room of his small town’s only cinema, forging a close relationship with the childless projectionist. Grade: OK.
I think the term “existential threat” should be reserved for situations involving Jean-Paul Sartre.
The Swedish magazine Vi used to have a page of reader-contributed jokes. It had a rewards ladder with several steps where you got paid more for a better joke. But there was also a bottom rung: “This is really awful. We’re sending an invoice.”
In rural rivalries, people used to say, “Those folks in Ögleboda are so stupid that they mistake flax fields for lakes”. I actually made that exact mistake once. When flax blooms it forms a pale blue expanse in the distance.
Here’s the smoking gun (see below). A strap buckle from a 15/16th century spur. If you see a knight around Vendel with only one spur on, then he’s the asshole who looted several of the boat burials at the church.
Ebook fans, check out Fadedpage.com where you can download fine digital editions of books whose copyright has lapsed in Canada. Which happens way faster than elsewhere. Hint, hint.
The Bielefeld Academic Search Engine knows about me! I’m a known entity! They know when I was born and that I’m an Ur- und Frühhistoriker!
A student asked me something and I realised that the field of Gotlandic picture stone studies is completely closed to contributors who can’t read German. At least until someone translates the 984 pages of Lindquist 1941-42 plus Oehrl 2019, or writes a study in another language that is comprehensive enough that it supersedes them. Na ja…
2019 Feb 16: snowdrops. 2015 Mar 10: crocus. 2012 Mar 22: crocus. 2018 Apr 8: coltsfoot / tussilago. 2016 Apr 10: coltsfoot / tussilago. Longing so much for spring.
I’ve got an unusual task. I have to describe my research career as impressively as possible. But I can only refer to work I have published in journals or with publishing houses that are on a list put out by the Polish Ministry of Higher Education. And the Ministry is almost entirely unimpressed by Scandinavian archaeology journals and publishing houses.
I want a society that de-incentivises skill in the handling of money.
2.6% of Swedes have received at least one dose of a COVID19 vaccine. During February and March, enough vaccine will be delivered to give an additional 21% one dose.
Feeling smug, remembering colleagues I debated with 25 years ago about what archaeology should be, who have since had little impact on what archaeology is.
Thinking about Shanks & Tilley, I’m reminded of the “Alan Sokal Academic Left” to which I count myself. We’re academic Lefties who seek scientific truth first, and want to further Leftie political causes second. You can’t right a societal wrong if it’s impossible to determine if the societal wrong has any objective existence.
I never read the forewords to anthologies or magazines that consist of summaries of the contents.
A failed attempt to read Sven Delblanc’s 1967 novel Nattresa reminded me of how much I hated Joyce’s Ulysses with its oblique and allusive method of not telling a story. I am now much relieved to be reading Ian Fleming’s 1958 Dr. No.
Movie: Dunkirk (2017). The evacuation of Dunkirk in all its smudged and ragged glory. Grade: good!