A Profound Look Back at the Week: March 30 – April 3

Another week has ended and my bread-making skills have improved further. I’m sure this is vital information for everyone on the planet, so I had to share it. Other than that, the only outtake of these past five days is that we are doing civilisation wrong. Continue reading A Profound Look Back at the Week: March 30 – April 3

A Profound Look Back at the Week February 24-28

Spring is coming to the northern hemisphere, love is in the air and so is panic. Lots of panic. I even saw someone on Facebook talk about “certain death” with no irony at all. Oh, well. Continue reading A Profound Look Back at the Week February 24-28

Persimmon Jam and a Goat

I failed to make any resolutions for the new year this, that is last, year. I had no time. Unlike 2018, when I had time for as many as nineteen NY resolutions, in 2019 I turned out to be too busy. Also, I decided that NY resolutions are stupid. Of course I never kept all of those nineteen resolutions in made for 2019. But I have plans for the new year. I have plans all right. Continue reading Persimmon Jam and a Goat

Country Life: The Writing Experiment

I had my summer vacation this week. In the past, I used to make elaborate writing plans for my vacations that invariably fell through, so this year I decided to change the approach but not the goal, which was to get a bit more writing done. Continue reading Country Life: The Writing Experiment

Country Life: The Beginning

When I was a child, there was a tradition among city-dwellers to have a cottage in the country, a place to go when the pressures of urban life became too strong. My family had a little place like that, too, with a shack instead of a house because my parents couldn’t afford to build a house, and what at the time looked to me like a huge garden. Continue reading Country Life: The Beginning

Outlier

My web browser has been getting on my nerves lately. The company that’s made it is obviously — way too obviously — doing something with it again and I, on the other hand, are beginning to get fed up with this. I’m sure they believe they are trying to make life easier for a lot of users of this browser (and their cloud services) but I. Have Had. Enough. And there is nothing I can do, which kind of spoils the effect of the slashed up sentence above but, again, there is nothing I can do. Continue reading Outlier

Oil. Metals. Horror. Fantasy. Part 2

Once upon a time someone discovered a treasure in the ground that gave light and heat, and could make things move on their own. Even though this someone did not know it at the time, this discovery marked the birth of House Black that would come to dominate the world in the years to come. Continue reading Oil. Metals. Horror. Fantasy. Part 2