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2001-08-21

In the brilliant book entitled Bizarre Books by Russell Ash and Brian Lake there are many things to be astounded over. For instance, there is a book called Pogonologia; or, a Philosophical and Historical Essay on Beards that was written by a Jacques Antoine Dulaure in 1786. He seems to have been French so I’m not even going to try to pronounce his name. But anyway, it’s one of those entries that have a very small except and judging from that, people in 18th century France had a weird notion of natural and unnatural.

“A man without a beard would be much less surprising now-a-days, than a bearded woman, which proves how unnatural our tastes and customs are.”

As if that’s not enough, one does not have to go that far back into history to find idiotic ideas. Doing an instruction video was not enough, as not everyone owned a telly, so in 1950 Watson Davis sat down and wrote Atomic Bombing: How to Protect Yourself. “Curl up in ball as you hit the ground” indeed. I wonder how much that would have helped?

Probably as much as my fifth grade teachers advise that if an atom bomb stuck down at the church — fifty metres away — we’d better hide under the windows so that we a) avoided the shattering glass and b) the wall absorbed the pressure wave. He was a nutter too.

Today it’s Tuesday, here in the far to warm Sweden this means that it’s the end of a weeklong wait. It’s finally West Wing-day. One episode a week is ridiculous. I need more. My psyche and tv-watching butt can’t take it anymore. And as if that was not bad enough, I know in the back of my head that it won’t last long either. Only twenty-two weeks, then the season is over. What the hell am I supposed to do the other thirty weeks?

I know that I shouldn’t worry yet, as we’re only up to the second episode in the second season today, but I just can’t get rid of the feeling that it will soon be at end and I’ll go back to the gutter.