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Up and down the west coast with a head full of viral fog, over the bridge and back to a melancholy melody—WEEKNOTES keeps moving, even when they don't feel like it. This week, the fort is held, and Scandinavian history is scattershot.

No ornate ironies and allusions this week—just a pared-down back-to-basics WEEKNOTES, because I am sick as a dog and it's all I can manage.

There and back again, running the risk and riding the rails—WEEKNOTES takes a trip to That London. This week, the Chronoberg Chronicle meets its moment, and Discworld trumps Middle Earth in almost every way.

From dead giraffes to post-apocalyptic monastics—WEEKNOTES lays it all out on the sidewalk, and lets the kids watch, too. This week, the world is (so much) more-then-human, and fiction is (so much) more than a signal of its author's morality.

Be it the guitar music of the post-Millenial moment, or the market shenanigans of the same period—WEEKNOTES dare look back as a way of looking forward! This week, economics is sacred, and fixes are virtual rather than spatial.

Old oak bears weight across a sea of years, its splits like lines in a face that's really seen some stuff—but what would it know of WEEKNOTES? This week, wands are threefold bold and bright, a trilogy comes to an end, and Ted lays down the law.

In February the sun returns slowly, like a scorned but needy god, and we prostrate ourselves before it with offerings of incense, firstborn lambs and WEEKNOTES. This week, finish lines are approached asymptotically, and the eschaton is retrospectively re-immanentised.