Jag råkade googla ordet gallimaufry (tydligen nämnt här tidigare) och slås av alla underbara synonymer och relaterade ord:

agglomerate, agglomeration, alphabet soup, assortment, botch, clutter, collage, crazy quilt, farrago, grab bag, gumbo, hash, hodgepodge, hotchpotch, jambalaya, jumble, jungle, litter, macédoine, medley, mélange, menagerie, miscellanea, miscellany, mishmash, mixed bag, montage, motley, muddle, olio, olla podrida, omnium-gatherum, pastiche, patchwork, patchwork quilt, potpourri, ragbag, ragout, rummage, salad, salmagundi, scramble, shuffle, smorgasbord, stew, tumble, variety, welter, detritus, notions, oddments, odds and ends, sundries, accumulation, aggregate, aggregation, conglomerate, conglomeration, catchall, admixture, alloy, amalgam, blend, combination, commixture, composite, compound, fusion, intermixture, mix-up, bollix, chaos, confusion, disarrangement, disarray, disorder, dog’s breakfast [chiefly British], mess, morass, shambles
imbroglio, knot, snarl, tangle


Every drowned, unwanted or lost object is precious to Maiklem, who reveals, as she takes us downriver from Richmond to the Estuary, a preternatural sympathy for the broken, mud-caked and out of context. When, during one of her daybreak larking stints, she finds a body, “arms outstretched, her long hair spread out like a soft halo”, she feels not horror but fellowship: “I was the first to be with her after her final and most private moment.” A custodian of the past, Maiklem’s relation to the life of the river is personal rather than scientific. She sees the Thames as the home of her forebears and the medium of their messages. Alert to the ethics of ownership, she collects only those treasures that the museums reject, but engraved wedding rings are thrown back into the water: Maiklem does not want their sadness in her life.

Mudlarking by Lara Maiklem review – lost and found on the River Thames“, The Guardian, 16 augusti 2019

Sfär och cirkel

Är måttligt intresserad av Peter Sloterdijk, men nånting med den där fetade meningen nedan, från en recension av en ny bok av honom, väckte mitt intresse:

[S]loterdijk’s books are almost reckless in their pursuit of the untrodden.

Most exemplary in this respect is SpheresSloterdijk’s 2,500-page history of spheres, circles and enclosed spaces. Less an argument than an intricate web of allusions and associations, this trio of books defies easy summary.

Times Literary Supplement, “Spheres and trembling” (betalvägg), 19 juni 2019


Har tittat klart på Chernobyl. Den är en studie i agnotologi, vad det verkar.

danah boyd skriver om denna motsats till epistemologi:

Epistemology is the term that describes how we know what we know. Most people who think about knowledge think about the processes of obtaining it. Ignorance is often assumed to be not-yet-knowledgeable. But what if ignorance is strategically manufactured? What if the tools of knowledge production are perverted to enable ignorance? In 1995, Robert Proctor and Iain Boal coined the term “agnotology” to describe the strategic and purposeful production of ignorance. In an edited volume called Agnotology, Proctor and Londa Schiebinger collect essays detailing how agnotology is achieved. Whether we’re talking about the erasure of history or the undoing of scientific knowledge, agnotology is a tool of oppression by the powerful.

danah boyd, “Agnotology and Epistemological Fragmentation“, 26 april 2019

(Gustav Holmberg uppmärksammade den där boken av Proctor & Schiebinger när det begav sig 2008)


Kokboksförfattaren Nigel Slater har en ny bok ute – Greenfeast – och i ett utdrag berättar han om sitt matnoterande:

There is a little black book on the kitchen table. Neatly annotated in places, virtually illegible in others, it is the latest in a long line of tissue-thin pages containing the hand-written details of everything I eat. This is not one of the kitchen chronicles where I write down recipe workings and shopping lists, ideas and wishlists, but a daily diary of everything that ends up on my plate. If I have yoghurt, blackcurrant compote and pumpkin seeds at breakfast, it will be in that little book. Likewise, a lunch of green lentils and grilled red peppers, or a dinner of roast cauliflower and a bowl of miso soup. Each bowl of soup, plate of pasta and every mushroom on toast is faithfully logged. I don’t know exactly why or when I started noting down my dinner, but these little books are now filled in out of habit as much as anything else. The notes are often made at night, just before I lock up and go to bed. I suspect my little black books will be buried with me.

Nigel Slater: 10 recipes from my little black book, The Guardian 19 maj 2019