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Word count—back. Milk count—I bought milk.

One-sixth of our entering cohort maintains weblogs. Everyone's outed me, I will go back and circularly out them. This fine fellow and scholar of Old Norse revealed the other day that the Old Norse nominative singular for "god" is Áss. Which makes sense if you consider it a moment—there's Asgard, and if you, like me, were a mythology dork as a child you may even remember the plural "Aesir." I used to reenact the battle of Ragnarok with my Legos.

The Notorious RRZ is reading something in his section about giving birth to alien babies. I don't know—our section is full of serious scholars who don't have time for that crap. No, honestly, I'm having a much better time at Berkeley than the last couple of entries might suggest. You can ascribe them to my general grouchiness and distrust of jargon. And if you're interested in Berkeley for reasons other than its effect on me—surely it's more interesting once you take me out of the equation—then the blogs of my fellow men are useful correctives.

 

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