October 29th, 2014

Peanuts and Cracker Jacks

Since moving to Sweden, I usually pay scant attention to the major league baseball playoffs once the Braves are knocked out of the running (which, yes, means that I usually pay scant attention to the playoffs, period). Most years the World Series is barely a blip on my radar. This year, however, it’s a little different. I haven’t stayed up to the wee hours to see any of the games, but I have been avoiding the morning-after scores and watching the archived games the next day. And in case you haven’t been following it yourself, it’s been a pretty rip-roaring series.

To the extent that I have a second-favorite team, for the past few season that team has been the San Francisco Giants. They have a number of players that I really like (not least, Buster Posey!), and what’s more, my favorite Braves pitcher from recent years, Tim Hudson, started playing for San Francisco this season.

The Series has gone to seven games against a team of unlikely heroes, the Kansas City Royals. Last time the Royals were in the Series, in 1985, I actually did watch it, and even rooted for them (two of my favorites then were George Brett and Bret Saberhagen), but these days the only American League time I can ever find myself pulling for is the Boston Red Sox. Still, I admit that it would be a cool end to a magic season for KC if they do end up pulling it off.

Game 7 is tonight, and though it doesn’t start until one o’clock in the morning over here, I’m toying with the idea of staying up and watching it live. Whichever way it goes, it should be a hell of a game.

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October 26th, 2014


Our house has six bedrooms, three upstairs and three downstairs. As our family has grown, tastes have changed, et cetera, the division of these rooms has changed, but the current set-up is this: the office, Tage’s bedroom, and Olof’s and my bedroom–shared by Yrsa–are downstairs, and Lydia’s room, Petra and Brynja’s shared room, and an empty room are upstairs (oh, how I wish it were truly empty; it’s currently full of miscellaneous crap awaiting sorting and storage so that Petra can move in there).

Yrsa will be four before too long, and though she’s has her own bed since she was two, it’s getting about time for her to move out of our room altogether. The plan has been for her to move up with Petra and Brynja, who have one of those “family bunkbeds” with a single bed on the top and a double on the bottom. We wanted to wait until we were positive that she’d be okay coming down the stairs on her own if she woke during the night, so we haven’t been in a huge hurry. I started talking to her about it last night, though, mostly just to plant the idea in her mind. Unexpectedly, she was all for it and wanted to make the move right away.

So, after a bit of wrangling with Brynja about how many stuffed animals Yrsa would be allowed to bring into the bed, we tucked our baby into bed last night with the big girls, fully not expecting it to last the night. To our surprise, however, we didn’t hear a peep out of her until almost eight o’clock this morning, when she came down and told us she needed to go to the bathroom. Even better, she says she wants to sleep there again tonight. I don’t want to be too hopeful, but moving her from our bed to her own a couple of years ago was remarkably easy, so perhaps this transition will be similarly painless. And finally, after more than twelve years, Olof and I will have our own room again.

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October 25th, 2014

Fall back

Thirty-three wall clocks, that’s how many I’ve got at last count. I don’t have any particular obsession with time, I don’t think, but I do have a powerful love of clocks. Generally speaking, they please me inordinately, but twice a year, not so much. Tonight is one of those two times, the end of daylight savings time.

Most of them I can change myself–which is a good thing, as Olof is not particularly helpful in this particular matter, feeling I’ve got only myself to blame for the extra work–but a few I need help to reach. What this often leads to, unfortunately, is a clock or two that remains on the old time for a bit longer than it ought. It’s not really a problem, timekeeping-wise, but it does bug the hell out of me. This year, though, I think that my nagging did the trick and they’re all successfully changed. The projector clock in our bedroom isn’t re-hanged, but I’m still at least a few steps ahead of where I usually am.

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October 19th, 2014


So, it took me only a week after getting home from Stockholm to unpack my suitcase and put it away. If nothing else, that should tell you how the week has been. It wasn’t a bad week, really, just a busy and hectic one.

The conference last weekend was great, with plenty of interesting papers and discussions and, best of all, terrific people. I had the change to catch up with some friends and also to meet quite a few new, interesting people. Believe it or not, historians can be a lively bunch (particularly when the drinks start flowing!). My friend, Astrid, and I bunked together in a “cozy” (read “small and windowless”) room at a hostel in the middle of the city, and it was fun to get that old dormitory feeling for a couple of days. I tried to talk her into getting an apartment in Uppsala with me in the event we both get Ph.D. spots starting in the spring, but I’m not sure she was as keen on the idea as I was. I’ll keep working on her, though.

Speaking of the Ph.D. business, again, my proposal for the country house project is due on Tuesday and I’m fairly pleased with what I’ve got so far. I’m going to try to finish it up tomorrow, between school prep, a dentist appointment for Yrsa, and orchestra practice for Tage, so that I have only to give it a quick run-through on Tuesday before sending it to the university. I’m also thinking about submitting an abstract for a conference in England next May, so I need to get that written up as well.

I’ve been thinking some, too, of what I’ll do with my time if I don’t get a Ph.D. spot, and I’ve decided that I’ll take a course in either French or German. I studied French in my undergraduate days, stopping just two credits shy of a minor, and I still read it almost passably. It’s been so many years, though, that I think I’d probably start in a beginner’s class. I haven’t got any German at all, so that’d be a beginner’s course as well. I haven’t decided yet which I’d prefer to study, but in the end it will probably come down to which is more easily available. I could take either one as a distance course, but I’m thinking I might prefer to travel down to Umeå instead, as I think language is more easily learned face-to-face. What I’m really hoping, of course, is that all of this consideration will have been for nothing, and that I’ll be beginning the Ph.D. position. It is good, though, to have a bit of a contingency plan in place.

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October 9th, 2014

Worry for nothing

The week before last I got my first summons for a mammogram, scheduled for yesterday morning at 9:30. It was surprisingly good timing, as not only was I home that day, but the appointment was late enough that I had time to get the kids off to school before I needed to leave myself. The only real glitch was that Yrsa is home on Wednesdays, but that was easily enough solved by Olof’s suggestion that I drop her by his office before continuing to the radiology department for the test.

Like most women, I’ve heard plenty of horror stories about mammograms over the years, so I was anticipating the procedure with a bit of dread. I needn’t have worried, however, as it was relatively painless. It was a little strange and uncomfortable, to be sure, but not even really close to what I’d call painful. Even better, it was a quick process and I was in and out of the exam room in ten minutes flat. I’ll get the results within a couple of weeks, they say, and then I shouldn’t have to think about it again for another two years.

That chore out of the way, I went back to Olof’s work to pick up Yrsa, and the two of us had a cup of not-so-great coffee before my girl and I left him to carry on with his day. We had some hours to spare, and I was craving a cup of decent coffee, so the two of us stopped by Stig’s, a regular fika favorite of ours, and treated ourselves to drinks and pastries before returning home.

All in all, it was a much better morning than I’d feared it might be when I got out of bed.

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October 7th, 2014


Gah. This project proposal for the Ph.D. application is stressing me out beyond belief. You’d think I could whip out six pages in nothing flat, especially considering that my proposed topic isn’t too far removed from my master’s thesis, but it’s just not coming easily. I know that most of the problem is that there’s so much at stake and I’m feeling an incredible amount of pressure to make every single word sing out my worthiness of acceptance to the program. I’ve got about half of what I need written and I’m sure I’ll be ready, one way or another, to submit it next week, but like I keep saying, it’s going to be a long, long couple of months until December.

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September 30th, 2014

On a jet-plane

Headed off in an hour or so to fly down south for a meeting in Stockholm tomorrow morning, then I’ll hopefully be able to attend a presentation by a fellow Early Modern Studies-alum and current Ph.D. student in the afternoon before winging my way home tomorrow evening. These whirlwind trips aren’t my favorite, as the travel always seems a lot to go through for just one night away, but I know my familiy prefers it if I’m gone as little as possible.

Next week will be a longer trip, with me leaving Thursday evening and not coming home until late Sunday. That should be a busy few days, and I’m very much looking forward to rubbing elbows with historian types during the conference. As I think I mentioned before, I’ll be acting in the role of conference assistant, helping to make sure internet connections and Power Points and the like run smoothly, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it’s not too taxing for my Luddite brain.

In between these two trips I really do need to sit down and get my research plan(s) for my Ph.D. applications written out. I’ve got it all pretty much worked out in my brain, but there’s precious little on paper as of yet. Today another position at Uppsala University was announced, a directed study within the Country House project that I wrote my thesis within, and I’m feeling much more optimistic about my chances with that one than with the others I wrote about before. I will still apply for the others, of course, but it does feel good that the opportunities are somewhat less limited than they were a week ago!

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September 28th, 2014

Kindergarten woes

Poor Brynja is having a rough time adjusting to the kindergarten life. After her three very successful years at pre-school, we didn’t anticipate her having many difficulties with the new school, and indeed, she had been looking forward excitedly to the new milieu for a good many months before she started at “the big school” a little more than a month ago. Change is always hard, of course, but after just a couple of weeks we realized that what she was facing was more than the normal growing pains.

The crux of the problem, I think, is a serious personality conflict between her and her teacher. Readers who know our girl are already aware that she has no little amount of stubbornness in her, and I’ll be the first to admit that it takes a special sort of finesse sometimes to get her to go along with things. Her teacher, for whatever reason, is either unable or unwilling (or perhaps some combination of these) to employ that finesse, and the result has been an unhappy and uneasy six-year-old.

According to the prevailing system here in Sweden–which I normally think is a good one–she’ll have the same teacher for three years, which means that this isn’t just something to be got through for a short time. Two or three weeks ago we approached with the principal the idea of moving Brynja to a different classroom with a teacher we’re familiar with and are confident would be a much better fit, but so far we’ve been met with resistance. I talked with the teacher early last week and we traded some ideas about how we might fix the situation, but I am not at all convinced that it can be fixed to all of our satisfaction.

Not getting the answers I wanted, I turned things over to Olof, who has arranged to meet with the teacher face-to-face this coming week. I expect he’ll be more successful than I’ve been, being both a native Swede and a man. (I hate that the world works this way, but I can’t deny that it does.) Further, that stubborn streak in Brynja comes directly from him, and I’ve yet to meet the person who’s managed to sway him once he’s got his back up about something. Here’s hoping, then, that once he’s got to work here, Brynja’s days in that classroom will be numbered.

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September 21st, 2014

Higher education

It’s been a while, I know. This past week has been very busy for me, in a good way, and I haven’t had much time to sit an organize my thoughts into a coherent post.

I had thought that when school started up this fall I’d be much less busy than I’d been for the past two years, but happily it hasn’t turned out that way. I have to give a big shout-out to the Research Node in Early Modern Cultural History at Uppsala University, which takes a genuine interest in finding and creating opportunities for us members, even when we’re “between projects”, as I am now. Last week I spent a few days in England as a representative of the node at a conference concerning travel and the country house, and next month I’ll be working in Stockholm as a host for a conference titled “Visualising Difference: Objects, Space and Practice in Early Modern Europe”. These conferences are helping me keep my head in the game, so to speak, and the occasions to network and encounter new ideas are invaluable. Neither of these opportunities would have come my way without the engagement of the node and its research director, and I am very grateful not to have been cast unceremoniously into the wind after my thesis was defended.

It’s been especially good for me to get my thinking cap on now, as it’s time to apply for Ph.D. positions. The two I’m looking at now are in Uppsala and Stockholm. The competition is going to be stiff — off the top of my head I can think of at least six or seven other people who will submit strong applications, and there will surely will be applicants I don’t know as well — but I’m trying not to discourage myself. I’ve been working on my proposal (for now mostly in my head), and I feel confident that I’ll have a solid research plan to send in with my application next month. Still, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t daunted. My classmates and I had hoped that there would be more positions available than just the one at each university (these aren’t the only positions in Sweden, of course, but I’m rather limited when it comes to travel and relocation), but you’ve got to work with what you’ve got. In any case, I remain cautiously optimistic, but it’s going to be a long three months until December when the offers are made.

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September 10th, 2014

(Social) Media Frenzy

Anybody who knows my husband will not be surprised to read that he harbors strong feelings concerning matters technological. He’s fervent in his anti-copyright stance, fully committed to open-source programming, and a proud member of Sweden’s Pirate Party. Our home is a no-Microsoft, no-Apple zone (apart from Lydia’s personal devices–a parent’s convictions hold minimal sway over an adolescent’s eagerness to follow the herd). Our computers are Linux machines on which our kids play Minetest rather than Minecraft and, apart from two ill-fated ventures to the darkside of Sony Ericsson, our mobile phones have always been Nokias.

I have loved my Nokia phones, particularly the 808 Pureview that I bought at its release two years ago and recently replaced with a new one of the same model. The camera is every bit as amazing as the ads claimed, and it’s a good performer all the way around. A couple of months ago, however, I found myself increasingly annoyed by the fact that, being neither an iPhone nor an Android, my beloved 808 does not allow me access to the wonders of Instagram and the like. I can be something of a herd animal myself, and I hated missing out on the mainstream delights of social media on the go.

In July, unable to bear the exclusion any longer, I gave in to peer pressure and bought a cheap Samsung Android. My Nokia is still my main phone, from which I do all my calling and texting, as well as the bulk of my picture-taking, but the Samsung lets me participate to a much larger degree on Instagram (we do have a USB-Android stick that I could use from my desktop, but that, of course, took the “insta” right out of Instagram). It also gives me good access to Facebook and Twitter when I’m not at home, and I’ve even been known to send a snap now and then to my two Snapchat friends.

So, all things considered, I’m satisfied with my foray into tech-conformity, even if my husband finds it a little ridiculous. If forced to choose only one of the phones, I’d stick with the Nokia–no question–but it’s nice to have more options now. Feel free, if you’d like, to follow me wherever you can find me (I’m beverlyrevelry everywhere), and I’ll be happy to return the favor. When playing conformist, after all, one can never have too many fellow travelers.

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