The expedition just happened to be conceived and lead by a Norwegian.
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The expedition just happened to be conceived and lead by a Norwegian.
A less conscientious mate of theirs has impressed me in a different way. Surveyed a bin, chose a papercup and threw it on the ground. Extracted crumpled plastic bag from cup. Straightened bag, went around to the bottom end, picked it up, and determinedly shook out remains of sandwich. All extremly controlled and clearly planned, no hint of trial and error.
There are a number of theories concerning the origin of the name. This one is by no means top of the list.
From reports of this paper I have so far read, it doesn't really - despite claims - challenge what we know of the vikings, their comings and goings, and their genetic makeup. Their iron age ancestors were a mixed bunch a thousand years earlier, and those we call vikings had been out and about for centuries all over Europe. Educated common knowledge is well aware that they probably har a variety of looks much like modern Scandinavians.
This ought to fit nicely into some version of the anthropic principle. That either pensive critters like us specifically or life in more general terms for a variety of subtle reasons depend on just such a match of ratios.
Which is propably, all told, more useful advise than any number of overthought musings and bullet lists and schematics to bury myself in before actually, you know, doing it.
I'm ancient enough to remember when mainstream browsers came in packages of a few megabytes and got us through the day just fine with a featureset less than (or at the very most equal to) the current state of NetSurf. In a somewhat more rational world there would be massive popular pressure for this to remain the case.
Yes, sites break in NetSurf. This is squarely their own fault for not providing civilized degradation. Although it certainly wouldn't go amiss if the NetSurf engine encorporated the worthwhile elements of CSS 3, basically meaning Grid and possibly Flexbox.
Scratching my head. Trying as I may. But not making sense.
[insert subthread about Gell-Mann amnesia here]
I'm 60 and absolutely fine with the same sizes and basically the same cuts that I've worn for more than 40 years. If something starts squeezing, it's a timely reminder that I need to adjust some behaviour, not a signal to give in and upscale my wardrobe.
Much obliged if you would provide a citation for this claimed causation.
This is disingenuous. Sophie Wilson was Roger Wilson and unquestionably a man in the early eighties when that work was done.
This is the kind of ungraceful UI degradation which would send me packing if there was anywhere else decent to go.
I keep rushing out and trying newfangled wonderware for the alleged features it will offer me and without which I cannot be supposed to live. And I keep, regular as clockwork, coming back to sane and solid Geany with its speed, straightforwardness, sanity, discoverability, and allround just-so convenience.
Actually, English botches IKEA, which in its native Swedish and presumably most other continental European languages is something like ee-kéa. It took me a while to decipher, first time I heard about eye-keer.
It's a one-way street, though. Once I'd set up my first Caddy site, there really wasn't any way I was ever going back to the legacy stacks.
I can't really sing enough praises for this ancient ThinkPad, now also with a new very cheap, ridiculously superb display and stuffed full of RAM. I have a newer, sleeker, faster Lenovo Something sitting around, but somehow the 440 is what I always end up using.
Day before yesterday, colleague handing over company car to me. He gets out, and needing hands for both his bag and the doorhandle he holds the key between his teeth. And is vocally offended when I refuse to accept it dumped into my gloved hand.
30 people use that car. I will not enter it without first rolling down the windows, and I will not touch anything in it without wearing gloves.
Those are the ends of the spectrum.