Njal

I'm reading Njals saga, in bits before bedtime. Its weird. Stylised, like some Japanese opera (which of course I've never seen, but its the standard unit of stylisation).

Favourite bits: the Christians go around killing people who won't convert. When Christianity is declared, eating horseflesh is forbidden (???). Skarp-Hedin gratuitously insulting people as they go around seeking support. Why did the law forbid the insult "used as a woman every nine days"? Would eight days be OK? Before people attack, they say things like "I have a feeling this may be a bad day for you".

Is Njal good? If so, why does he rig the court system to get a chieftainship for his foster-son? Why does he not say that he put the cloak there when thingy gets all annoyed?

Sunday afternoon and its hot

"It doesn't seem to be quite as hot as yesterday" says M, but she is wrong, it does. Its because we are both sitting in the shade... in fact the sun seems to be a disturbingly too-strong state, as though we were under the equator, instead of heading into autumn in England. Odd. Or perhaps I've just had a bit too much sun so my head and neck are a bit raw. This was similar to the feeling I got on the beach at Southwold when I had lost my sunhat.

Anyway...

"can you see your screen" says M (we have twin portege 3110ct's) and yes I can but she is at a slightly different angle. Inside, D, E and Naomi are playing Max and the Secret Formula, which is a gentle little game, though without much content. Uncle Pong, leaning tower of Lisa, etc.

But I should try to restrict this a bit more to public stuff. I've been fighting over Roche Limit recently but its not worth it. Fortunately TK has come back to save us from our squabbling. Maybe. Meanwhile climate change has gone quiet... skeptics on summer holiday I suppose. So Leviathan progresses instead. And My Images.

Oh, but the school mast is in danger of blowing up again... sigh.

Another post

You should read this:
http://cgi.cse.unsw.edu.au/~lambert/cgi-bin/blog/science/mckitrick6.html.

I did.

[Update: try an archive.]

Tuesday afternoon. Could be worse.

Its 4:30. I'm sitting outside on the patio typing this via our home wireless which connects via point-to-point wireless (of unknown type: its a trial) to somewhere in Cambridge West. All this tech for these poor words.

Meanwhile, Miranda (who is mummy; I am girl) is pushing her baby doll around in her pushchair. We have been to school in the front garden and now I am allowed to sit down for a while. Apart from flea beetles, and that this portege's battery is very old and only holds an hours charge, all is well. I'd better drink my coffee before its cold...

And I forgot: I've lost my mobile. The easiest/cheapest way to get a new one seems to be to cancel the contract and get a whole new one. In which case I might as well switch to pay-as-you-go, since I *never* use my free minutes. But it feels like a step down. Also the phones on offer aren't quite a slinky as my old 8210 which they unaccountably don't make any more. I wonder if I can get one from ebay?

Monday (late)

Already things are strange... the system has lost my second post. Or did I lose it? Its rather hard to be sure. I'm going to post this now and then edit it.

Ah... thats better. It didn't lose this one. So: I was saying: its late: 11:30 (and for me that is late, I am no night owl). Miriam is still tapping away at the "big computer" doing her email/assigning defects, after having restored what ever windows components she accidentally deleted a few days ago. And I'm not editing wikipedia because I'm writing this!

My first post...

Do I really want to do this? I wonder. Still it may well be fun to try.