U135 “× ikifastr × auk × austain × auk × suain × litu * raisa + staina þasa * at * austain faþur × sin × auk × bru × þasa karþu × auk × hauk þana ×” “Ingifastr ok Øystæinn ok Svæinn letu ræisa stæina þessa at Øystæin, faður sinn, ok bro þessa gærðu ok haug þenna.” “Ingifastr and Eysteinn and Sveinn had these stones raised in memory of Eysteinn, their father, and made this bridge and this mound.”U137 “* aystin * auk * astriþr * raistu * stina * aftir * kak * sun * sin *” “Øystæinn ok Æstriðr ræistu stæina æftiR Kag(?)/Gag(?), sun sinn.” “Eysteinn and Ástríðr raised the stones in memory of Kagr(?)/Gagr(?), their son.”U136 “× astriþr × la(t) + raisa × staina × þasa × [a]t austain × buta sin × is × suti × iursalir auk antaþis ub i × kirkum” “Æstriðr let ræisa stæina þessa at Øystæin, bonda sinn, es sotti IorsaliR ok ændaðis upp i Grikkium.” “Ástríðr had these stones raised in memory of Eysteinn, her husbandman, who attacked Jerusalem and met his end up in Greece.”
Turning right before Helenelund station there is a piece of wasteland between the railway and the E4 road. Through this wasteground there is a path, so I was curious about where it went. It doesn’t go anywhere, just getting narrower and less inviting until the sun set and it was time to go home.
This first looks a lot like other rocks in the ground in this area, but I stopped to take a closer look because of the little information board by it – even standing next to it it wasn’t obvious it was actually a carved stone.
U163 “Gamall and Sveinn and Farulfr had the rock-slab carved in memory of Þórir, their father; and Gamall in memory of his foster-father. …-fastr cut.”U151 “Þorbjôrn and Ingiþóra had this stone raised in memory of Ígull, their father; and Erinvé in memory of her husbandman and in memory of …”“Jarlabanki … He met his end in Greece.”“… carved the runes … may help… his”
These last two are U139 & U140 (though I don’t know which way around)
U150 “* iarla*b]aki * auk * fastui * litu * raisa * stina * aftiR [* suain * sun * sin” “Iarlabanki ok Fastvi letu ræisa stæina æftiR Svæin, sun sinn.” “Jarlabanki and Fastvé had the stones raised in memory of Sveinn, their son.”
Just outside Södertalje is a Scania truck factory. There is a massive rail interchange associated with it, though I’m not sure they still use rail as a major transport for their finished vehicles.
In the small town of Järna I found another rune stone, by the church. I didn’t know, when I was there, that Järna is the home of Anthroposophy in Sweden.
We got two of these phones to go with our shiny new digital voice service from BT. I’m not yet convinced about that service and we will likely change to another provider soon, and the state of the software testing on these handsets reinforces that opinion.
I exported my contact list from my Android mobile phone, which gave me a long list of vcard entries – I did a little manual updating to align those entries with how these phones appear to want their vcf files and imported that into the system.
“Synchronising handset data” was all I saw for hours – and since the off button didn’t work, I left it running overnight to run the battery down. Even once it was flat, recharging it got me back to the same place.
I then spent an hour talking to someone on BTs support chat, who watched what was going on on the screens and concluded that they were broken and should be replaced.
I have since exported a contact list from the phones and reimported the same list back into the phones, and this appears to have corrected the problems.
Bugs:
Contact list hangs when imported contacts are not understood
Falls into ‘Synchronising handset data’ state with no escape
Off button doesn’t work
I wasn’t even trying to do anything outside of what a normal consumer would be doing and expect to be working – I get that I can torture test software better than most people, but I wasn’t doing that. These bugs should never have left the building.
BT: get in touch so I can tell you where to send the bug bounty….
I was trying to find a business book written by a woman – there seems to be a huge collection of books about how men make the business world terrible which provide a little guidance on how to navigate around some of that terrible. This is one of those books, and I cannot argue it is wrong about the terribleness wrought by my kind.
Clearly I am not the anticipated audience for this book, so sometimes it sits a little uncomfortably in the way it talks to me as the listener.
The content itself largely addresses an audience of white women, with some asides about women-of-colour in a very American centric view of the world. It is built around a core of anecdotes and stories of women who have been successful in the business world. And in doing so I feel it misses the point, in the same way many (male targeted) business books do – the vast majority of people do not end up in the kinds of high-flying roles these books purport to help you obtain. We read the books to dream of what might have been, if only we’d been born to a truly privileged family, not because they actual help us in our careers.
That said, it does call out some behaviours seen commonly in men, with a discussion about microaggressions, which are something I’ve observed many times and tried to fight where the setting is appropriate, they are more pervasive and more damaging than I had recognised.
There are some useful observations, especially about the value of building ‘experience capital’ and how making bold moves from one role to a totally different role can accelerate the accretion of such capital. Such observations are applicable to all, not just women in the male world.
This is not the book I wanted – I wanted a book written by a woman explaining how I, as a man in the tech industry, can make life better for everyone. I’m a strong believer in diversity and have in the past taken jobs because of the diversity obvious at interview. I want to use my white male privilege to support people who don’t have such a big voice – frequently the quiet ones are the ones worth listening to, if only they could be heard. This book was not a waste of my time, I don’t feel a pressing need to read/listen to more of the same genre – I would like recommendations for other female-written books that address topics of allyship.
On my way back from Aspa and Runtuna I stopped at the small town of Gnesta, this is a small town at the periphery of the SL Stockholm commuter rail system. It reminded me, in some ways, of Fort William, though it is half the size.
