Vietnam, June 2015 - The walk from the street-seller to the hotel took only ten minutes. Or it would have. Walk straight ahead and turn left, you can’t get lost, I had told myself. Sometimes I undermine my lack of sense of direction.
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I Was Wrong About…Downton Abbey
We rarely see something where someone admits to being wrong. It can give insight into preconceived notions, and perhaps even lead someone else to realize they were wrong about the same thing. Here is the first edition of what will hopefully become a recurring series here in BTSB. It’s called “I Was Wrong About…”
Recently I ran across an interesting article on education and the respect of society at large for humanities subjects. In her article Lotta Aarikka sets out to crush the popular myth about humanities subject students who cannot find a job after graduating despite their university education.
I love old Finnish death metal. In the vast, adjective-laden world of extreme metal, it simultaneously manages to be the filthiest, most crushing, and weirdest. It's pitch black, evil, and it takes its time.
The doors to the auditorium of the main stage of the Finnish National Theatre are shut one by one, in a consistent order, simultaneously on both sides of the audience. Darkness, so absolute that I cannot see outside of myself, I’m forced to look inwards only. Still dark.