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Dust To Dust

“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.”

― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (Source: Goodreads)

Dug up

Stuff I found.


Living Once Is Enough

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”

― Robert Frost (Source: Goodreads)


I found some stuff.

  • Your body sometimes just needs deep rest.
  • Amazing what you can find out from one photo online.
  • I really like the articles at Web Development History. The latest one takes me back to the days when I was messing around with Netscape and Apache servers myself and using the Mosaic browser.
  • Tardi’s walking.

Good Intentions

Life has it’s problems.

Gin and tonics, coming up.

A day in the life

“I find out a lot about myself by sleeping. Dreams, they are who I am when I’m too tired to be me.”

― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale

Just stating a fact here: I am tired. No energy whatsoever. It probably has to do with… well, seriously? No idea, really. I mean, we go out and do stuff and I really enjoy that. But a day later, like today, staying in, trying to write some, read some, waiting for my wife to come back from work, thinking about my own work day tomorrow… just no energy, no focus.

Vacation will fix that. I hope. We have some awesome days ahead. Just being able to spend my days with my wife and the kids. On the road and at home. Okay, breathe in, breathe out. One step at a time, just staying active, staying positive.

Hey, you still there? Sorry about that, I just had to vent. Time for some energizing intermezzo before we return to our regular scheduled program then:

JINJER – Vortex

And now it is time to plant a tree. We’ve had this magnolia in a pot, but it looks like the snails got to it, in the corner of the garden where we planned to keep it. So, now I will plant it away from other trees and bushes and hope it will recover. Be right back.

Back. Tree is in, grass mowed and I am pooped. Just cooked dinner for the kids and myself and now my belly is full and I have been physically active I am actually feeling better.

Lawn in the back yard
Magnolia tree in the front yard

In here

Awesome WordPress.com blog posts I recently came across:

Out there

Throwing a wider net:


Time for my medication:

All that jazz

Music is like a dream. One that I cannot hear.

― Ludwig van Beethoven

This post is all over the place. Like my mind is these days. But it is Friday and on Fridays, after a week of long hours, my love and I like to stay up late and make them count. Netflix and gin-and-tonics and salted peanuts. Filling up the room with evaporated electric liquid. And then, when the movie is done and the light comes up, we lay down our heads, knowing this weekend will be too short, too nice, too delicious and the coming week will be dreadful. Again.

“Well, it’s nice to die of alcoholism, it’s very glorious. But if you write dull shit, it doesn’t do any good what you die from… You see?

In here

Blog posts that jumped up at me in my WordPress.com Reader:

Out there

Stuff I caught floating around on the interwebs:


Ivory ticklings:


Man is the artificer of his own happiness.

Henry David Thoreau

Just some random music I ran into, courtesy of my brain and various algorithms: