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I appear to have more Viking blood than I ever imagined.


My Y chromosome is Viking, with origins in Scandinavia. It is known as I1 (eye-one). My maternal grandfather’s group is R1a, also Viking. And now I have learned via 23 and Me that my mother’s mitochondrial DNA, part of group T1, may have come to England with the Vikings.

Although T1 is relatively rare in Europe today, it appears to have been much more common at some times in the past. Though it is present in only 2% of the modern English population, T1 was found at levels of 23% in DNA extracted from skeletons buried in Norwich, England during the 10th century AD.

But the complete absence of T1 even earlier, in DNA extracted from the skeletal remains of Anglo-Saxon Britons dating to the 5th and 6th centuries, suggests that the haplogroup did not arrive in England with the original agricultural expansion. It may have come with the Viking invaders who began menacing the coastal settlements of Britain and Ireland in AD 793.


Playing on the Frozen Tundra


I am catching up on today’s papers, highlighting the front pages revolving around the Seahawks-Vikings playoff match up in Minnesota. I’m keeping a sort of digital scrapbook.


The weather was a major part of the story line. At kickoff, the field temperature was -6°. Yes, six below zero, and the frigid conditions clearly played a key factor in the game. Six below made the game the third coldest in NFL history and the coldest ever hosted by the Vikings.

Playing on the frozen tundra wasn’t easy, for either team.


MN_WDNSeattle had never played in a below zero game before. Russell Wilson looked uncomfortable at times.

The comeback by the Seahawks was reminiscent of last year’s NFC Championship game against the Packers.

It’s still hard to believe the Seahawks won the game, given how poorly they played for most of the game.

I didn’t think any game could compete with the crazy comeback last year in the NFC Championship, but today’s in Minnesota did.” — a thought from earlier today I posted on Twitter

And these are just some of the Minnesota papers.

Go figure.”


Week 13, Vikings-Seahawks


Next Sunday’s Vikings-Seahawks match-up is gonna be huge. Who knew when the NFL schedule went public that this game would be so significant. Did anyone predict the Vikings leading the NFC North and being a serious threat to the Packers? I certainly didn’t see it, but then I don’t follow the Vikings that closely.¹ It looks like I will have the day off, meaning I can actually watch a Seahawks game on the TV and devote my focus to it. I will have to read up on the venue. — ajh




1. I added one missing key word, didn’t. “I certainly didn’t see it, but then I don’t follow the Vikings that closely.”

They Journeyed Boldly

I’ve been sorting, going through a pile of magazines, my stack of stuff. One was a March 2014 copy of Smithsonian magazine. I came across an article on Vikings, which included the following poem.

They journeyed boldly;
Went far for gold,
Fed the eagle
Out in the east,
And died in the south
In Saracenland
— Gripsholm Rune-Stone (c. 1050)

I think it’s out if copyright now, so I’m reposting it here.


Worshiping at the Altar of Superman

I don’t get it. What’s the big deal?

A sports writer with the New York Post criticizes the media for fawning over a remarkable football player. And many of the sports nuts go unhinged.

Obviously Adrian Peterson is an absent father to most of his kids. Sad, but true.

Maybe rather than worshiping at the altar of a man who knows how to run with a ball, we should focus on what really matters. Like the death of a two-year-old boy whose biological father was never around, until, that is, he was beaten into a coma.

“With his resources, how could Peterson, the NFL’s MVP, have allowed his son to remain in such an environment? Did he not know, or not care? Or not care to know? Or not know to care?”

Peterson is a great ball player. He is not a good man.