“Scientists pried open the 850-year-old casket of King Erik the Holy on Wednesday, hoping to find out more about the king, his crown, and his eating habits,” The Local writes. Fascinating archaeology. This type of events always makes me wonder what future generations of scientist will learn about us.
Greg Grandin of The Nation describes the Nobel laureate as a rebel against form and an artist against the forces of oblivion. Nice.
I will always remember him for the story of the fallen angel found on a South American beach. Magic realism at its best.
In the past few weeks, I have watched series one to four of Vince Gilligan’s Breaking Bad. I can highly recommend it to fans of crime drama mixed with morbid humour. It reminds me of some of the Coen brothers’ films, such as Blood Simple (1984), The Man Who Wasn’t There (2001), and Fargo (1996)—all stories about crime going terribly wrong in a humours way.
Later today, I will upgrade the software that runs this website. Hopefully, everything will work out fine. Knock on wood.
Update: Upgrade done.
The Economist has some good news: “Its first bond offering in four years, seen as a test of confidence, did much better than expected.”
I remember an interview I read with Andrew Sullivan, in which he described both a mental state and an actual room in his home as his “blog cave”. It’s a place he escapes to when he needs to focus on something important or an ongoing event in the world. I came to think of this blog cave when I unsuccessfully tried to finish an essay over the Easter holiday. I caught myself longing for a place in complete solitude, where nothing and nobody can distract me. I’m not blaming my husband not the world at large, but when I get stuck in a text there’s no end to the excuses I find to postpone the writing. The stress that comes from watching the hours to a deadline become fewer has made me think that I need a blog cave to save myself from leisureliness.
This, in turn, reminds me of something Depeche Mode sang many years ago:
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can’t you understand
And they made a great video, too.