On the way there we happened to pass a troupe of Morris dancers, proper ones with a hobby horse and a motley and period instruments and everything. And no, I have no idea what they were doing in the middle of Stockholm.
Other than that I've been enjoying a quiet weekend. I had a very enjoyable chat to darcydodo on the phone yesterday, and another good conversation with redbird this afternoon. And my world is still full of sunshine and lilac blossom, so life is good.
I've been meaning for ages to post a link to The ecstasy of influence. It's long, 13 typescript pages, but it's worth the effort; it's a beautiful piece of writing and argumentation. I'm not entirely sure I agree, but it's a refreshing change from the usual ignorant mouthings about intellectual property popular with certain geek subcultures.
For a more topical essay, I strongly recommend misia's response to the recent paedophilia / fandom kerfuffle. It's interesting that the comments to that sane and balanced essay contain an example of exactly the kind of thing she's complaining about: at least one commentator berates her for being insufficiently outraged about paedophilia and all but calls her a child rapist, simply because she mentioned the topic. It does seem a shame that this climate makes it impossible for Misia to write her book on statutory rape and age of consent, but for now at least we get a highly articulate and thoughtful article.