Archive for October, 2004

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October 15, 2004

Tomorrow, I’ll go down to Stockholm to have dinner with a bunch of people, including one person I’ve known for years – six or seven at least – but never yet met. She’s part of the first online community I encountered, back in 1993. Come to think of it, she was there before me, so make that 11 years! Am looking forward to that. Other than that, I should be tidying the house right now, rather than leave it all to poor Johan. (He has to do the hoovering since it’s a back-killer, but that doesn’t mean he should have to do all the rest of it as well. Or does it?)

My string of colds seems to be over, or at least -ish. Am still all phlegmy and have slightly congested sinuses, but don’t feel ill which is a blessing. Instead I feel run-around-in-circles-and-scream panicked. Whee.

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October 7, 2004

Ooh. Want! I do have a plush Cthulhu hanging over my desk at work, so I’m by no means Great Old One deprieved… but still.

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October 6, 2004

Humming is good for you! (And your sinuses. Sssinuses.)

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October 6, 2004

Whee! My new posts are visible! Thanks, Walter.

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October 5, 2004

Comic goodness for role players: Order of the Stick! (OK, not just for role players. But they will get more of the in-jokes than other people, I think.)

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October 5, 2004

Have been ill since mid-August, more or less. It’s not fun any more…. not that it ever was. But now I’m getting seriously panicked about my work. However, the latest development is thumpingly aching sinuses which prevent me from thinking much. Maybe that’s a blessing.

In any case, I was succoured today, by Terry coming all the way out here with the food of the gods. That was a very nice thing to do.

And maybe one of these days we’ll be able to download new sinuses from the Internet!

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October 4, 2004

The statue called “Liberty Enlightening the World” was unveiled in October, 1866. The pylon and framework were designed by Gustave Eiffel (of the Tower) but the actual statue was designed by a sculptor called Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi. I’m sure art historians are familiar with the name – I must admit to not knowing it before today.

Today, however, I looked in an encyclopedia of historical events, to see what happened on October 4, 1904. I found a lot of interesting things that happened during the year – Salvador Dali, Pablo Neruda, Johnny Weissmüller and Count Basie were all born in 1904), but the only event of note for Oct 4 was the death of Bartholdi. He died of tuberculosis in Paris.

And on the same day, in far-away Kärrbo, my grandmother’s cousin Edith was born. Today she celebrates her 100th birthday.

Edith was born when Sweden and Norway were still a single kingdom, ruled by Oscar II. She experienced both world wars and was old enough to remember even the first. With her sister, she travelled extensively in Europe and North Africa, sending long postcards to our family. They owned a fashion store together, and later Edith worked in an art gallery – and her flat always looked a little like an art gallery to me, every wall covered with paintings. Only five years ago she still lived in her own flat, although when we came by for coffee we generally got instant coffee and not all the biscuits were home-made – and she came to Uppsala for my wedding in 1998, and stayed rather late in the evening. Her walking isn’t so good now, and she needs bifocals, but she’s still reading, and enjoying music and cross-words. She’s happy in the nursing home although some of the people there are a bit, well, old… She is a remarkable, remarkable person.