On the first day of
Christmas Julia, Pontus and I went for a wonderful walk along the
river. It was warm and sunny. In the evening we watched Gremlins
which is just the right sort of Christmas movie.
On the second day of
Christmas we did nothing much, except that we discovered that there
were no trains to Stansted that day, and the kids had to take a bus
and have a good margin. When they had left, I assembled and tested
the new colour printer I got for Christmas.
On the third day of
Christmas I graded student papers.
On the fourth day of
Christmas I graded more papers, read and ranked postdoc applications
and responded to zillions of urgent emails.
On the fifth day of
Christmas I read a Norwegian PhD thesis on ethical values in Lord
of the Rings and Harry Potter. When I got sick and tired
of it, I read more postdoc applications for a change. In the evening
I made some miniature knitting books for my yarn shop room box.
On the sixth day of
Christmas I finished the Norwegian thesis and wrote my report; wrote
a recommendation letter and a conference abstract.
On the seventh day of
Christmas, which happened to be the New Year Eve, I made lobster
thermidor in the morning and set the table. I read some more postdoc
applications. We ate far too much for dinner and watched An
American in Paris. We celebrated the New Year by Swedish time,
listening to church bells from the thirteen Swedish cathedrals. I was
fast asleep by the New Year GMT.
On the eighth day of
Christmas I was still slightly behind my schedule. I finished the
last batch of postdoc applications and spent the rest of the day
making a miniature cabinet that I had got from Julia and Pontus for
Christmas.
On the ninth day of
Christmas I finally started writing my new book. I spent the day
going through two years' files: initial, intermediate and final
drafts of articles and conference papers, notes, reviews and
bibliographies. It is a most ungrateful task, and I always warn my
students against keeping multiple drafts because then you have to go
through them all in case there is one stray clever sentence hiding
somewhere (usually there isn't). My first surprise was that all in
all I had more text than I had expected. My second surprise was that
the text was in less completed state than I had remembered. In the
middle of the day I went for a walk. A lady came toward me just as I
was leaving the gate, saying: “It's very muddy in there”, meaning
the park. Nice of her, but I knew it already and thefore walked
toward and along the river. In the evening Staffan and I watched the
first part of the three-hour documentary about Olof Palme.
On the tenth day of
Christmas I continued working on my book. I merged several papers
into two chapters, which felt highly satisfactory. Then I started on
a very difficult theoretical chapter which I had thought was
finished. In fact in was all in bits and pieces and yellow highlights
with notes to myself in caps: DEVELOP! We watched the second part of
the Palme documentary
On the eleventh day of
Christmas I went on with the chapter and came up with an idea of
exactly how to DEVELOP it. We watched the third part of the Palme
documentary
On the twelfth day of
Christmas I worked hard on the chapter. I went for a walk along the
river.
I allowed myself to finish
early and made some more miniatures. In the evening, I watched Werner
Herzog's Into the Abyss. It isn't exactly a cheerful movie,
but very thought-provoking.
Now the Christmas season
is over. I am working on my book. I have set up a goal of walking 150
km and have already done 7% of it. I have four exciting room box
projects. Stay in touch.
1 comment:
Dear professor! Actually, fiften cathedrals. The dioceses of
Luleå
Härnösand
Uppsala
Västerås
Karlstad
Strängnäs
Stockholm
Göteborg
Skara
Linköping
Växjö
Lund
Visby
have one cathedral each.
Then Kalmar has a wonderful cathedral, but no bishop. I don't think they are very sorry in Kalmar about the absence of a bishop, as long as that church is so beautiful.
And then there is the catholic cathedral in Stockholm, where our beloved Lisa was baptized into the papistic confession, and where she was married so she could give us four lawfully conceived wonderful grandchildren. Magnus' part in this blessing should not be forgotten!
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