And on the subject of how a lot of journalism is based on stereotyping assumptions, The Gimp Parade linked to an article about media portrayals of disability that really struck a chord with me. There are definitely worse ways of talking about disability than the type that article discusses, but it's a very good example of how one type of basically well-intentioned journalism can be annoying.
Today has been more or less: I went to synagogue and was called to the Torah, but was sufficiently dopey early on Monday morning that I messed it up. Not badly, not in a way that actually has religious import, but on a choreographic level, but it's still annoying because I do in fact know what I'm doing.
Got to work and found that I couldn't do my planned experiments for various annoying trivial reasons. This would be less infuriating if it didn't keep happening rather too often. I was also thwarted in my plan of starting an exercise programme, because the instructor was ill. Then we did our monthly lab cleaning, which depresses me because it reminds me how much time has passed without making much measurable progresses, as much as because cleaning is boring.
I managed to lose my keys (thankfully temporarily) in a way that was so silly it was actually amusing. They fell out of my bag when I was getting something else, I heard them fall but then couldn't find them anywhere. Eventually my colleagues helped me in the search; the great thing about working with scientists is that they ask questions like
Did they fall downwards?Anyway, the keys showed up precariously balanced on the cross-strut of a chair, which is only slightly less unlikely than the hypothesis that they might have fallen upwards.
The most irritating irritation is that I have clean forgotten the PIN to my main bank account. I have had the same PIN for more years that I probably ought to, and have never forgotten it before. But now all I can remember is various door codes and similar four-digit numbers which are trivial enough that I can get away with writing them down anyway. I assume the bank will have a mechanism for dealing with dopey customers, but it's hassle I can do without.
To catch up on the weekend, while I'm at it: on Friday evening we went out as a group for a Chinese meal. It was a perfectly pleasant evening, and my new jacket got an outing, and was much admired. But the restaurant, New Peking City in Östermalm, contrived to make it impossible to eat within even my lax standards of kosher observance. Other than that, the shabbat service was fun and I spent most of the rest of the weekend pottering around and unwinding. I managed to get a convincing win at CivII on the King level, and I'm trying to pretend I'm not proud of that.