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April Pieces Of My Mind #2

There is no year zero in the common era. 1 BC is followed by AD 1. This is because Dionysius Exiguus worked around AD 500, long before the Indian concept of mathematical zero reached European scholars via the Arabs. I don’t quite understand why the guy in Springsteen’s “The River” is so super sad. It’s…

December Pieces Of My Mind #3

If you’re a bricklayer with unusually high qualifications, being unemployed is frustrating. But very few customers in the construction business make any kind of public promise to always employ the most qualified bricklayer. Now imagine that they did. Imagine that it were illegal for builders to employ anyone but the most qualified bricklayer. And imagine…

November Pieces Of My Mind #1

Fear me! I make bad puns in really, really bad Mandarin! One Celsius and sleet. I have to drive for four hours today, so I’m switching tyres first. Skänninge is dying. So many empty shop premises and housing properties. Facades flaking. Railway has cut off the eastern approaches to the town square. Last wave of…

October Pieces Of My Mind #1

Me: “subject”. Autocorrect: “Sibbertoft”. Hey everyone who names your daughters “Chatarina”! I just want you to know that you’re stamping your kid with this big label that says “From A Home With No Language Skills”. It’s like naming her brother “Piliph”. Huh? There’s an online service named Plurk. I have no idea what it does…

May Pieces Of My Mind #2

Listening to the classic rock station in the car, I turned it off in the middle of the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Under The Bridge”. Two days later I turn it on again and find myself in the middle of their “Scar Tissue”. Heh. American podcaster talks about someone named Rothschild (pronounced “roared-shilled”), consistently pronounces…

Weekend Fun

Played the zombie movie boardgame Last Night On Earth and Airlines Europe, both very enjoyable. Had a party where I couldn’t understand what anybody said since they spoke Mandarin, but I was happy being Grillmeister, waitor and dishwasher. Logged five geocaches, which involved cycling around, climbing a tree and faffing about in the woods north…

Landscape Archaeology, Muddy Boots

In front, a boulder upon which I found cupmarks. Behind, a Bronze Age burnt mound consisting of fire-cracked stones. In order to study the landscape situation of something you need to know precisely where it is. This poses a problem when it comes to Bronze Age sacrificial finds, because they are almost never made by…

Easter Egg Hunt and Club-House Ruin

On Easter Saturday, many Swedish kids receive candy-filled cardboard eggs. Mine have to jump through a lot of hoops to get theirs. Often I have made paper trails around the house, “Under yellow table”, “Inside broom closet”, “In Dad’s rubber boot”. Then increasingly (as Junior grew) I have obfuscated the clues by swapping Ö for…

North Shore Battlefield

Spent the day metal detecting for Thomas Englund at the battlefield of Baggensstäket, anno 1719 (as blogged about before: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4). This was my third time there, and the first time I’ve helped on the northern half of the area across the water from where I live. Thomas found musket…

May Entertainments

One of these men is an extremely zany comics artist and celebrated wit. The other is a stuffy scholar in an abstruse field. We’ve had a three-day holiday thanks to Friday being 1 May — a red-letter day in Sweden since 1939. Here’s the entertainments I’ve enjoyed. Went with wife & kids to the local…