John Lennon offers a grammar lesson: “A working-class hero is something to be”. It’s an adjective and a noun. Not a verb.
A friend of mine is rehearsing Orff’s Carmina Burana and not loving it: “I’m liking the work less with every rehearsal and we’re performing it three times in one week, so pity me in my Nazi-approved quasi-Medieval dungeon where the artistic ceiling is looow indeed!”
Kelly Link believes that reindeer have manes.
Swedish Xenophobe Party tries to get Parliament fact finders to list MPs with foreign citizenship. You couldn’t make this up.
The next issue of Fornvännen contains the words “Martin Rundkvist has praised the use of metal”.
Remember my slow boogie “Anarchy in the UK” problem? Today a Swedish spelmanslag folk string orchestra is playing the guitar intro from “Ziggy Stardust” in my head, complete with the typical rhythmic emphases.
Hugo Ball wrote a biography of Hermann Hesse.
My next book will be titled The Soteriology of Lake Sottern. Towards a Limnology of Salvation.
A teacher in a Stockholm school just sent me a warning about impending poor grades in English and French for a certain Sven. I’ve never heard of him before. Nor his mom. I wonder what she’s been telling them.
This is scandalous. I’m marking exams for students born years after I lost my cherry.
My son’s Skyrim character is so loaded up with gear that he can’t move faster than at a walk. Among other things, he carries the big toe of a giant and 23 tomatoes.
Man tells kid to quit throwing gravel at his window. Kid’s dad shows up with two friends, threatens man with gun and beats him with a didgeridoo. Don’t harsh my mellow, dude!
I’m a lumberjack and I’m OK. Je suis à l’ombre Jacques et je suis d’accord. Jag tillhör skuggan Jakob och jag jobbar på ackord.
85% of the Swedish Xenophobe Party’s voters have no post-high-school education. 50% haven’t even completed high school. This is very rare in Sweden and suggests that the party already has all the voters it can attract.