May 26 - I have about 24 hours to finish reading Tove Johansen's Tor Rejser og Balder DÝr ("Tor Travels and Balder Dies") for Studieskolen. It's a 45-page novella printed in a supersized font, written at about the second-grade level—and therefore extremely challenging for me. I also have two business meetings and a medical appointment today. And so I invoke my right to slack off on these electric pages.
I should also apologize for neglecting Moron Abroad to the point of criminal negligence lately. It's not like anyone's paying me for any of this nonsense, however, so I don't feel too badly about it.
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As long as I've got nothing to say, I might as well mention this weird quote I encountered a while back:
"I shall, I think, remember the 11th of September all my life."
The line is from The A.B.C. Murders, by Agatha Christie, and is uttered by the implacable Hastings.
The book was first published in 1936.
I realize that the use of September 11 as a significant date is entirely coincidental, and probably occurs in about 1/365th of all literature in which a significant date is cited, but it's still kind of creepy to stumble across it as the opening line of a chapter.
[Note to nitpickers: yes, I realize 1/365th isn't precise. There are, after all, 366 days in (nearly) 25% of all years, and the use of holidays as significant dates probably distorts the statistics, but I was just trying to make a quick point.]
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It's Independence Day in Georgia (the country) and in Guyana. It's the birthday of Sally Ride (1951), Stevie Nicks (1948), Brent Musburger (1939), John Wayne (1907), and Al Jolson (1886).
Happy Hump Day.
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