A Roll in the Universe

I always joke about how I don't make threats; I warn. That's because I don't believe in idle threats. I think if you threaten somebody, you should also mean to carry the threat out. So I may as well warn. It's a bit weird to write the above, because I'm a relatively harmless person. But let me give you my own little contribution to #metoo and the time when I had to issue a threat-warning. Folks think Norway does things so much better when it comes to sexual equality, but there have been and are jerks and abusers here, too. And a lively debate about it, complete with derailing and strawmen. The men I know are good men, men I can trust. I have not attracted the worst of them, and I consider myself extremely lucky. Then there's the co-worker who one day put his hand solidly on my rump as I was passing by his cubicle. I cannot remember how I reacted. I have a temper and I may well have given him a death-glare. Or just kept moving. Not that he cared. His had a bi

I have been in the Trinity College library. I entered the 300-year-old building and walked into heaven. I stood still, in awe, instantly in love with three [sic] stories of books stretching above and before me, completely captured and delighted by the idea that everything I would ever want to know was at my fingertips in that vast room. Thanks to books. Glorious, glorious books. Containers of all human knowledge, experience, beliefs and imagination. A religious moment for me. (Brought on by a friend posting a link about Trinity College Library in Dublin, Ireland. It's two soaring stories, but feels like three.)