Logophilia: the Love of Words.
What’s your favourite word? I’ll start. — Kalsarikännit: [Finnish] “feeling when you are going to get drunk home alone in your underwear — with no intention of going out” Tsundoku: [Japanese] “people who buy more books than they can actually read” Broflake: [English] “white male offended by any feminist or ethnic activity which is not directly designed for him” Trump in American Sign Language:
Movember at the Museum
Yes, Movember is here again! The Nobel Peace Center has a fantastic collection of Nobel moustaches. Who said peace couldn’t be fun? — Movember — a month to celebrate moustaches around the world and promote awareness on men’s health issues, especially prostate and testicular cancer. But also a gratuitous opportunity to look at facial hair among Nobel laureates. Despite the invention of the disposable razor in 1901, Nobel Laureates persisted with impressive moustaches…
The Generosity of Strangers
There I was. Outside a Muslim shrine in Cape Town, South Africa. I had walked all the way uphill in the scorching heat. I was about to enter when I realised I had made a mistake. I had forgotten to bring something to cover up with, as required to get in. —
Taking the museum out of the museum — Eight portraits. One thing in common: people who made huge sacrifices for free speech. A German journalist imprisoned by the Nazis. A Kurdish journalist imprisoned in Iran. A young poet from Bahrain. A human rights lawyer from Mexico. An opposition politician from Rwanda. But how many others we know nothing…
Nobel Wonder Women
Between 1901 and 1960, 45 men were awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. 25 of them had a moustache. In the same period of time, three women were awarded the prize. None of them had a moustache, and only one of them received the prize on her own. The two others had to share the prize with a man. — There is one thing you should know about me: I love nerdy statistics. These past years, I’ve collected all kind of numbers about the Nobel Peace Prize, and these numbers speak for themselves.
The Beauty of Having No Expectations
I left the ship and took to the left, following the instructions Google Maps was giving me. Everybody else took the opposite direction, towards the fortress they had been advised to visit. The weather was foggy, the village seemed deserted, and I was all by myself for the first time…