chip nuts

I have nothing to tell you. Very tired. I went looking for a picture on my phone that might have given some entertainment and all I could find was this, which I suppose was a snack I bought in Oslo and presumably ate, at least some of, probably. 

I don't remember this at all. They may not even be Norwegian. 

I loved Norway. I mean it's not Finland (what is?) but it's similarly clean and everyone is polite, more or less, and helpful. Unlike Finland I have Norwegian ancestors. The Knorpps. I'm sure I've told you about the Knorpps. There's every chance they don't exist, really but I'm hanging on to them, partly out of my strong affection for my paternal grandmother who told me about them. There just doesn't seem to be such a name as Knorpp unfortunately. 

Here's another picture from the same week (October 2019) which basically is probably worth about a billion dollars. It's Edinburgh Castle I think. It's a real thing that happened. 

Anyway I really have nothing to tell you. It's been a very full-on day, with a two-hour lecture that went OK but really took the wind out of my sails. Talk to you later. 

who the fuck wuz steve jobs (from ten years ago)

Pic of BJ stolen from The New Yorker 5/10/11

Sorry, but I am shocked by the amount of public grief over Steve Jobs today, 6 October 2011. I am so shocked I am not going to say anything about it on, f'rinstance, Facebook because it seems everybody loved him like a brother. Who was he, and who cares? I'm sorry, I just don't get it.

I am in Edinburgh - Bert Jansch's hometown - and he died today too. That seems more important to me, out of the two, though let's face it neither were personally known to me.

When this post comes to light, cancer will have been cured, so it will seem almost funny to talk about death from cancer (like, Houdini died of a cold or whatever it was).

I am terminally disoriented in Edinburgh but I like it well enough. It's rainy. I wish I had more time to do stuff here but I won't. I am sort of really tired anyway. Probably got cancer. What I do definitely have is a weird pain in my back-shoulder-neck which just isn't going away. It wakes me up in the morning and the only thing that improves it is getting up and doing things. Even then it hurts to sneeze or yawn. Suxs. Anyway, greetings from the past, I'm mortified Steve Jobz iz deadd (that was how we used to write in 2011).