utter pointlessness

Winter, she is here. The temperature plummeted to 12deg C last night. Anders, the boy from Uppsala originally intended last night to reach 88deg but Mr Linnaeus of binomial nomenclature, taxonomy and foundation ecology fame flipped it the year after the old Uppsala graveyard added one more to the mounds of vikings, kings and scoundrels. Talking about the weather is not interesting. Singing about it is worse:

How beautifully blue the sky,
The glass is rising very high,
Continue fine I hope it may,
And yet it rained but yesterday.
Tomorrow it may pour again
(I hear the country wants some rain),
Yet people say, I know not why,
That we shall have a warm July.
Tomorrow it may pour again etc

(G&S - The Pirates of Penzance)

The Pirates in the Purple Pants

The lunar quadrant section known as LQ27 has Anders' impact depression neighbored by the likes of Cuvier, Faraday and Fraunhofer and Reichenbach. I like Cuvier - he had no problems pointing out a naked state to the Emperor. Anders died at 43 from complications arising from infection with mycobacterium tuberculosis. These days in our town, TB is only associated with visits from the infection control person (affectionately known as pus bucket except that there is no affection involved), pointless chest x-rays and little red lumps on the anterior superior left forearm. My favorite song by this pirate king was Hollywood Seven - a remake by the northern kings would be cool.