incremental progress is still progress
Sep. 13th, 2023 07:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kareinaThanks Fjorlief, for that inspiring phrase...
I really wanted this thesis done before summer was over, but here I am, still plugging away at it. While doing the literature review I found out about the Göteborg Arkeologisk Museum, which not only has steatite items, some of them are pretty significant. (Becauses one of the papers on an excavation specified the museum number for the artefacts), so I have been going through their 200+ items to see which ones are Viking Age (luckily for writing time, not so many).
But my thesis supervisor is finally back from field work, conferences, and recovered from the flu she got as soon came home, so we have a meeting Friday morning to discuss what I have done, what still needs doing, and a realistic time line to wrap it all up.
Then Friday afternoon we will drive to Sundsvall for the great Pancake War, to settle "once and for all" the true and correct Swedish terms for various types of pancakes. (of course, we in the north know that pankakka, also called ugnspannkaka; is a wonderful dish made from milk, eggs, and flour and baked in a large, flat, rectangle pan in the oven, while plattar; are things made from a similar (or even the same) batter, but fried in thin rounds on a stovetop. The heretics down south that dare to call plattar pankakka,while reserving the word plattar; for the little ones (the size that Americans would call "dollar size"), are just wrong.
Note: none of these words describe anything like the thick, fluffy American Pancakes, which also include baking powder, or other leavening agent plus or minus sugar. Plattar are more like the French crêpe, but not really, and they tend to be eaten in flat stacks, with layers of jam and cream, with a knife and fork, rather than rolling them around a filling.
Still happy with my new desk arrangement. Looking forward to the delivery, later today, of the roll-out shelf thing which, I hope, will make it possible to have the computer attached to the desk and stay open when I move the desk and want it to keep doing something for me when I walk away, but still slide it in place when it is ok for the computer to sleep.
The downside of having pets is when things need cleaning
I wonder what our Kalika ate that she shouldn't have? The other night, as I was getting ready for bed, I decided I would take a shower before sleep, and walked back out into the hallway (in which the light was off), and stepped on something warm, moist, and soft, which stuck to my foot. EWWWWW. No, she hadn't puked. But things were sticky enough that some stayed in her fur, so, being a smart cat, she decided to slide her bottom on the carpet to get it to come off. It worked for one bit, but not for everything. So the cat and I showered together, Keldor holding her so I could reach to use the spray on the problem area, and I had the gross job. He got scratched for his trouble. Poor Keldor. Poor Kali. Poor me, who had to fight the gag reflex to wash her (and my foot, and the carpet). Poor you, who read this description, but you were warned.
I really wanted this thesis done before summer was over, but here I am, still plugging away at it. While doing the literature review I found out about the Göteborg Arkeologisk Museum, which not only has steatite items, some of them are pretty significant. (Becauses one of the papers on an excavation specified the museum number for the artefacts), so I have been going through their 200+ items to see which ones are Viking Age (luckily for writing time, not so many).
But my thesis supervisor is finally back from field work, conferences, and recovered from the flu she got as soon came home, so we have a meeting Friday morning to discuss what I have done, what still needs doing, and a realistic time line to wrap it all up.
Then Friday afternoon we will drive to Sundsvall for the great Pancake War, to settle "once and for all" the true and correct Swedish terms for various types of pancakes. (of course, we in the north know that pankakka, also called ugnspannkaka; is a wonderful dish made from milk, eggs, and flour and baked in a large, flat, rectangle pan in the oven, while plattar; are things made from a similar (or even the same) batter, but fried in thin rounds on a stovetop. The heretics down south that dare to call plattar pankakka,while reserving the word plattar; for the little ones (the size that Americans would call "dollar size"), are just wrong.
Note: none of these words describe anything like the thick, fluffy American Pancakes, which also include baking powder, or other leavening agent plus or minus sugar. Plattar are more like the French crêpe, but not really, and they tend to be eaten in flat stacks, with layers of jam and cream, with a knife and fork, rather than rolling them around a filling.
Still happy with my new desk arrangement. Looking forward to the delivery, later today, of the roll-out shelf thing which, I hope, will make it possible to have the computer attached to the desk and stay open when I move the desk and want it to keep doing something for me when I walk away, but still slide it in place when it is ok for the computer to sleep.
The downside of having pets is when things need cleaning
I wonder what our Kalika ate that she shouldn't have? The other night, as I was getting ready for bed, I decided I would take a shower before sleep, and walked back out into the hallway (in which the light was off), and stepped on something warm, moist, and soft, which stuck to my foot. EWWWWW. No, she hadn't puked. But things were sticky enough that some stayed in her fur, so, being a smart cat, she decided to slide her bottom on the carpet to get it to come off. It worked for one bit, but not for everything. So the cat and I showered together, Keldor holding her so I could reach to use the spray on the problem area, and I had the gross job. He got scratched for his trouble. Poor Keldor. Poor Kali. Poor me, who had to fight the gag reflex to wash her (and my foot, and the carpet). Poor you, who read this description, but you were warned.