Pers Conferentie van Van Voorbijgaande Aard

(Voorheen) – Welkom allen bij deze conferentie over bijzaken van enig belang aangaande de komende interactie Van Voorbijgaande Aard, misschien morgen al. Na de conferentie van gisteren is er natuurlijk weer ontzettend veel te melden over zo verrekt weinig, wat weer geweldig. We hebben vandaag voor u de omroep coach Van Voorbijgaande Aard en naast hem zit de hoofdletter U. Wie o wie komt met de eerste extreem belangrijke vraag aan de Coach? Ah, weledele Heer Oehoe van de Smægmå Omroep Stichting, de participarende stem van het volk.

Oehoe – Heeft het nieuws over de letter i aangaande zijn positie op het toetsenbord gevolgen voor de opstelling van het volgende stuk?

Van Voorbijgaande Aard – Zeker wel, ik heb begrepen dat i niet beschikbaar is voor het komende stuk en dus zal ik moeten kiezen voor woorden zonder een i, of de i vervangen met hoofdletter I of een 1, dat oogt ook meteen wel een beetje hipper.

Oehoe – Bent u niet bang dat er dan verwarring zal ontstaan.

Van Voorbijgaande Aard – Dat zou ik zeker waarderen, ik ben er zeker voor. Mijn fans verwachten ook niet anders van mij. Ik heb een visie en daar hou ik mij aan vast, ongeacht alle andere visies die op zich niet minder zijn dan de mijne, en niet zelden betere stukjes opleveren.

Oehoe – Bedankt Van Voorbijgaande Aard, ik zal ook dit interview mijn leven lang koesteren in mijn wild kloppend hart.

(Voorheen) – Zo hoort het ook, wie nu? Vingers graag. Ah Theo le Graaf van de Theolegraaf, hobby magazine voor scribenten met niks beters te doen.

Theo le Graaf – Gaat u de klinkers enige rust geven in het volgende stuk, dit gezien het zware programma van met name dit type letters.

Van Voorbijgaande Aard – Ik heb het overwogen vooral de a en A zijn zwaar belast, niet alleen door mij maar ook door andere schrijver denkers op diverse weblogs zowel hier als daar. Ik overweeg onder andere om mijn naam de komende tijd niet meer te gebruiken of mezelf te benoemen als de schrijver Vn Voorbijgnde rd, dit zal de a enigszins sparen of net als de i bij de komende interactie de a te vervangen met @ en dan enkel de hoofdletter te gebruiken als het echt belangrijk is.

Theo le Graaf – Dit was echt het beste antwoord ooit gehoord op een vraag door mij gesteld, u bent echt magnifiek. Zullen we shirtje wisselen na deze conferentie?

Van Voorbijgaande Aard – Ach, een mens moet toch wat zijn. Ik weet niet of ik wisselen mag van mijn kleding sponsor, Adamskostuum doet daar vaak moeilijk over.

Theo le Graaf – Aaah jammer hoor, maar respect voor u dat u het toch heeft overwogen, dat doet wat met een mens.

(Voorheen) – Bedankt Theo le Graaf, we moeten even een drink pauze inlassen in verband met de hitte in de studio. Het moederbord moet worden gekoeld. In de tussentijd kunt u belangrijke vragen bedenken zodat u u eigen content kunt aanmaken met onze zinvolle en toch zinloze tijdvulling.

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(Voorheen) – Bedankt dat u van onze gastvrijheid misbruik heeft gemaakt, echter laat ik u vertellen dat u net als vooraf u na afloop weer gewogen zal worden en het extra gewicht contant moet betalen aan de leider van deze omroep, 10 Smæro per gram meer. Zijn er nog diepgaande vragen voor U of Van Voorbijgaande Aard. Ja, madam Des Illusie stukjes maker van Stukjes Internationaal, wat is u vraag aan wie.

Des Illusie – Aan beide, hoe wereldschokkend verwacht u dat het volgende stukjes is.

Van Voorbijgaande Aard – Ik dacht aan weergaloos maar ik hoop op onovertroffen, dat zouden we wel verdienen. We hebben er zoveel tijd in gestopt, de software, het mamabord en de harde schijf trainersstaf, de letteren ook natuurlijk, er gaat zoveel tijd en energie inzitten, en die letters krijgen tik na tik te verduren. Het is iedere keer een wonder dat ze toch altijd qwerty staan opgesteld en dit volhouden tot het laatste gemaakte puntje.

U – Ik probeer altijd heel schokkend te zijn ongeacht de rest van de materie, te schitteren in het stuk alsof het een volgend meesterwerk is in een reeks van meesterwerkjes. Niet dat het altijd overkomt maar ik denk dat men kan zien dat ik mijn uiterste best doe om de beste U mogelijk te zijn.

Des Illusie – Ik vond u U altijd al onovertroffen, niet dat de rest minder is maar U zit hier en zij niet dus kan ik dit alleen aan u U zeggen. Weet u U al waar u zult staan in het komende stuk?

U – Ik neem aan tussen de y en de i, al zal die niet meedoen aan het stuk, maar niettemin zijn opgesteld. Zo is het team nou eenmaal, we blijven elkaar steunen of we nou meedoen of niet. De x bijvoorbeeld moet maar zelden optreden maar niettemin staat ie daar paraat te wachten op een merknaam van een pil of een stukje over pornografisch materiaal en dan meteen drie keer achterelkaar schitteren in beeld. Wij blijven altijd voor het volle pond geven.

Des Illusie – Dat geloof ik graag, we zien het ook iedere keer terug, U zegt niet zomaar domme dingen maar spreekt klinkklare zin. Het was me een waar genoegen U en Van Voorbijgaande Aard te mogen spreken en dat in deze prachtige ambiance. Bedankt hoor.

(Voorheen) – U ook, zeker. Het doet mij goed zoveel enthousiaste journalisten in één zaaltje samen te zien, volle aandacht voor de woorden van de grote leider van VVA : Lastige Gevallen in de Rede, de man om wie het eigenlijk allemaal gaat heden ten dage, de enigste echt heiliger dan de Paus. Ja?

Des Illusie – Leeft die nog?

(Voorheen) – Zo niet dan gaat dit ook op voor de volgende in de rij der top managers, hoogste lof verdienende ondernemers tussen God en de horige katholieken, amen en zo. Volgende input aan onze zeer bereidwillige deelnemers aan deze altijd weer erg noodzakelijke pers conferentie. Vingers, geen handen zwaaien, daar kan ik niks mee, dan denk ik dat u weg gaat. Ja.

Klaas Vaak – Mag ik even naar de WC?

(Voorheen) – Natuurlijk mag dat maar wel eerst op de weegschaal, geen gesjoemel met de inhoud.

Klaas Vaak – Dat zal ik zeker doen, ik weet hoe belangrijk dit is voor deze omroep, alle beetjes helpen u en dus ons beter te maken dan we nu al zijn.

(Voorheen) – U snapt het. Wie heeft nog een pertinente kwestie te bespreken voor we ruimte moeten maken voor de schoonmakers, hier na zijn nog vijftien pers conferenties van minder belangrijke personen betreffende minder belangrijke zaken, maar dat wil niet zeggen dat er niet tussendoor moet worden gezogen en gedweild! Nee, nee zeker niet. Netheid, vlijt en regelmaat is ook ons devies. Nog een vraag..goed, weledel ontrouwe jonkheer Deelnemer 69 ik noteer u in mijn geheugen en nu even een pauze muziekje, we gaan pas verder als Klaas Vaak terug op zijn zetel in de zaal zit, respect voor elkaar daarvan willen we hier getuigen.

hoor, hoor

Klaas Vaak – Ja toe maar, ik wacht hier wel bij de deur. Ik hoef niet zo nodig langs iedereen te lopen, mijn kladblokje werkt staande ook wel.

(Voorheen) – Mooi, mooi, Deelnemer 69, vraag raak.

Deelnemer 69 – Heeft u nog tips?

Van Voorbijgaande Aard – Ik heb wel duizend tips.

Deelnemers 69 – Wat is u favoriete tip?

U – Is dit ook aan mij gericht?

Deelnemer 69 – Als u ook tips heeft dan wel.

U – Ik heb minder tips dan Van Voorbijgaande Aard maar zeker wel wat.

Deelnemer 69 – Ik wil graag wat tips en ik denk dat de overige belangstellenden ook we wat tips willen.

Van Voorbijgaande Aard – Het zou me verbazen als dat niet zo was. Mijn favoriete tip voor iedere aspirant stukjes schrijver is “Blijf bij je leest!” die tip kreeg ik ook van mijn favoriete stukjes schrijver, en de rest is geschiedenis.

U – Mijn favoriete tip voor iedereen die ook een letter wil zijn op een toetsenbord wil zijn “Ken je plek”. Zodra je die weet is het werk stukken makkelijker, het gaat bijna vanzelf.

Deelnemer 69 – Wat zijn jullie ongelooflijk inspirerend, ik voel me overweldigd, en dat iet alleen ik ben ook trots dat ik hier aanwezig mocht zijn. Mag ik u voeten kussen?

(Voorheen) – Beter van niet, anders komt van het één het ander en zo naar erger, dat kan nu niet, er zijn popelende schoonmakers die hun centen zuur moeten verdienen met schrobben, stofzuigen en afstoffen.

Van Voorbijgaande Aard – U mag best later bij de conferentie verschijnen horend bij het eerst volgende stukje, dan zit ik daar klaar met blote voeten doen we dat eerst. Het is voor ons aller plezier niet waar.

hoor, hoor staande ovatie wederkeren, ruiker accepteren, kussen van de conferentie miss, nog twee keer op en af het conferentie podium, laatste diepe buiging voor de honderden journalisten en weg waren de drie klasbakken, op naar hun stukje

You’d never think that a person like me, who’s worked at Amnesty International, would write shit like this.

And the truth is, this is — my Zion — the place I’ll never land in, the place I’ll never find. But that I search for ((flips hair)) anyway.

But I used the title — for this piece of writing — so that I could write about something even scarier, to be completely frank with you.

God I used to hate it when my ex, Lukas, used phrases that I could tell were stock phrases in German, directly translated to awkward English — and when he used them as shields. Something — one phrase: about being frank, honest — um ganz herlich zu sein. The weapons.

It’s a work day for me. Me and my hot friend Cole, who’s a retired model and wants to be a moderately famous musician, which is such a great goal, honestly, have agreed to work from 10am-3pm each day. For our art; on our art; on us (we’re brothers).

But it’s technically my lunch hour, actually. And plus — I’m my own free agent now. I’m spoiled, spoiled rotten. I’ll never be able to work in an office again 🥵

And I’ll prolly never write books either like Graeber’s Bullshit Jobs, lol — or actually, I want to —: I’m just scared.

What’s a narrative you were told growing up, over and over again?

— adding this question to my reverse tarot deck —

For me, it was: Lori. Social worker Numero Uno. Short hair, mom, mom hair, frosted tips. Always smoking. Chewing gum in the car. Staring at me directly, rapid fire, military questions : how are you how is health how is school how are boys tell me chew gum, chew it, the smoke smell never fades

“You know, Yuan.” Taller than me. Same height. “I wish I could wave a magic wand and make it all go away.”

The court. Testifying against my father. Charged with seven offences.

The rape. No one called it rape but me. When I was like 28. Nah, more like 34.

The other guy who molested me. Bill. Fuck him. I could write a whole PhD about men like him.

But I’ll never do a PhD, unless it fulfills me emotionally. But a PhD was always , for me , about what it gets me : travel, prestige, money.

Never. Fucking. Fair.

But the truth is, I’m not angry at academia. Or school, or whatever. (Tbf, School = heaven.)

I’m angry at the fucking middle-aged white women. They’re some of the ones who have damaged me the most. And yes, for any naïve as hell people reading this: Life is pain. Get over it. It’s part of life.

And the reason why you might think I’m focusing on my pain too much is also what drives me to write this piece in the first place.

Implicit in the words of Lori, Lori G. — who I’ll never talk smack about, because she’s part of the carceral logics that take people out of their homes when their fathers rape them — I know, he was going to do it again, but , what was the best way forward?

They wanted it all to go away.

It was only Claire — one of my best friends, for however long we are in each other’s lives — who told me, frankly, deftly, with like 3 words, in spirit:

“It’s part of life” —

“Looking for my John Lennon” — I briefly had on my Threads bio. If there’s any social media platform I’m gonna find my muse on, it’s there?

I’m back at the bougie cafe that I was at but a few days ago. I feel safe here. Other than the staring — the rich men know how to treat me. Subtle staring, if that. Please. Go easy.

The 40-something Jewish guy who threw himself at me last week at Larry’s just walked in. He sees me, with the tassle-y rope that holds his dorky glasses to his face, red, dangling beside his ears. Fog on the glasses. Salt and pepper mullet.

Not my future — I’ll prolly have an adorable mushroom-esque bowlcut when I’m ancient, à la Agnes Varda. Before then, long hair to my ass, in my 40s.

Grey jacket — grey, grey, grey. He goes to the bar of the cafe. Chats with someone for less than a second. Does some pumps of his legs, backwards, like he’s preparing for a marathon no one will watch. Or wants.

Then he leaves.

I want a relationship that expires in two years. It’s the maximum amount of time within which I can think these days. I can’t plan beyond that.

With the first love of my life : I wanted — fiery, tenderness, care.

Lukas. That’s his real name. I loved that name. It comes from light in Latin.

I always loved his ruddy skin. Without putting words to it until right now, I imagined people writing novels about his skin. Sinning. Writing poetry. Wax.

I wouldn’t call the person I dated after him a love. It was pain, and that is not love — not in my current vernacular; the vocabulary of my life.

“You can measure how much you love someone by how much you hurt them —”

He told me this. Elliot. He told me this, god knows when — and he brought it up when we hung out with a friend who I wanted to fuck but was terrified of. She was a psychopath too, honestly. Just like him. If we feel like using such demoralizing language about humanity.

I want a relationship that expires in two years.

And I always — always — set boundaries with people who give me reasons to mistrust them, at the outset of our friendship or relationship.

Even if that reason is because of a tiny, subtle gesture they do, or some sort of general pattern of behaviour or outlook they seem to have that reminds me of one of the numerous people whose actions scar me.

Don’t be trauma-driven, Loretta Ross says. She was raped at 14 — uncle, — 15, had his child — helped men leave the KKK. Ran first US rape clinic. Helped men in prison who kept raping people, outside of prison — then within its walls.

I want a relationship that expires in two years, because I know that I am not ready yet to find my own dear Johnnie.

I won’t be living in Montréal when I do. Just one of those gut feelings you have.

I’ve got 3 views — this piece of writing, right now.

It’s 03.19.25 ; 9:02am. Montréal time.

Whoever is reading this — honestly, thank you. It keeps me going.

— Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? This is what I cried to myself, staring at myself in the mirror, before my first date with Billy.

Then I fucked myself, crying then too — wailing, in my sleep — about whether this young man with the prowess of a 30 year-old and 50-80 year-old would love me too.

Put on XRAY by Actress. Tell me how you feel. Tell me what you see.

Tell me if you feel the same ennui, the same pleasure, moaning —

Ugh, I wrote the last two lines to please. Bear with me.

I want a relationship — for two years — with Alan, who I was calling Billy until just a second ago.

Let me write about him —

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Hace unos días nos encontrábamos con el anuncio de que Lektu cerraba definitivamente sus puertas. Para nosotros esto supone un disgusto por motivos distintos. En primer lugar porque siempre es una pena que cierre un negocio orientado a la cultura, en especial si es porque no daba los réditos suficientes, además de afincado en nuestro país. En segundo lugar porque era nuestro punto principal de venta, en el que con más comodidad podemos vender y manejar nuestro catálogo. Lo echaremos de menos.

Aunque atentos a si alguien vendrá a sustituir ese espacio que Lektu deja, hemos buscado alternativas para que sigan estando nuestros libros digitales disponibles. Ya teníamos tienda en DrivethroughRPG desde hacía tiempo pero la verdad es que no estaba actualizada. Ahora lo está y podéis encontrar allí nuestro catálogo entero. Además, hemos abierto tienda en Itch.io, que nos ha parecido un lugar muy cómodo y orientado a los juegos.

Además de estas reapertura y apertura, vamos a pasar de distribuir solo los libros creados directamente por Proyecto Arcadia a hacerlo también con otros que, si haber nacido el seno de nuestro grupo, están conectados con nosotros de alguna manera, por autoría, amistad o simpatía.

across the bar, across the table, across the 580 and 680 and a cross hanging from a neck

i impulsively ask you for a drink, and you cup your hands and let me lap it up

i gaze at you and think about what we could write together if our songs were different

There are holes in my mind

Wounds I did not know I'd suffered

Pieces of me, stolen

My spirit, screaming at me to remember

Patchwork approximations

Stitching messages out of my scars.

#poetry #writing

I went to the gym and I didn't have the greatest workout, but was definitely something I needed I think. I spent a little bit just playing basketball afterwards and listening to a podcast from Andrew huberman.

I think I said this before just agree with A, but I really do believe it now. One thing is we have different communication styles. Before, I would say this but I thought that what I was doing was right and what she was doing was wrong. But I absolutely realized that was nowhere near perfect either. Speaking with the Prof M helped me understand that me trying to be kind and gentle by being passive was what led me to finally be aggressive in the fight that we broke up over. I absolutely was aggressive, and I just could not see that before. This was the direct cause of me not properly communicating beforehand, and I am not blaming myself solely for that, but at the same time I absolutely could learn and practice being more assertive without being passive, nor aggressive. Me being so passive was something that led to this incompatibility. At the end of the day, I cannot blame her at all for this because I equally have problems in my communication it's just harder to see when it's yours.

But also, there really was problems on both of our ends. It's easy for me to fixate on her problems because they're not mine lol, but I absolutely do have a lot of problems that I just kind of masked up and that caused friction. I don't think that having problems disqualifies me from connection, but at the same time I need to acknowledge that I really accept that on past just a service level. I think it's unfair to both of us if I just think that I did not let any of my issues leak through.

I think one of the biggest problems for me and how I've neglected social connection, and I think that directly led to a lot more friction than was necessary. I think me also having the conversations to help of needing to confront and address every issue was pretty conflicting to her preference, which is just a difference in communication style. I think I was also too concerned about how she may feel in reaction to something and that led me to self censor and that was unhealthy for both of us.

At the end of the day, we both absolutely had our fair share of problems in several aspects, and those unfortunately those end up kind of conflicting and I think we both have our work cut out for us in the long term. But the nice thing about this is we can both be happy in saying that we tried and it was a good learning experience, for both of us. And we can still be friends, while knowing that My personal styles don't match up for a relationship. But that doesn't mean we still can't do stupid shit together, and be friends.

From the weirdest place I got some incredible support and advice. The professor for the class I TA texted me to check up on me, and then insisted on coming to pick me up to go get ice cream and talk/cry. While I was trying to figure out how to say no to her text, she called and we ended up talking for like 40 minutes. She surprised me with how much she knew about communication and relationships, and how she had also been broken up with from a 6-year relationship. She told me a lot of good things, but I think a really big takeaway for me is at the end of the day we will not have compatible communication to the point where we can effectively resolve big problems. And because of that there is a limit to what is healthy and sustainable for us right now, and that isn't at a relationship. I know that being alone is terrifying, especially when you're hurting so much. But at the same time it will destroy you to constantly keep things inside due to the communication barrier. That will do more harm than good. It may be rough, but it is important to make connections rather than numb the problem of loneliness with a relationship that isn't meant to be. Yes this is absolutely fucking horrifying, but necessary.

A shift is safe in its harbor, but that denies it its purpose.

There's been a weight in my chest and a nausea that has refused to leave. I tried to throw up just now, I took my shirt and my glasses off and I kneeled over the toilet bowl and retched and heaved but nothing came out. Just saliva. The weight did not go away.

I feel such a crushing weight of loneliness. During the relationship I became aware of this fact, because I realized how I had neglected socializing and as a result I didn't have many IRL friends, and a lot of my online friends were busy in life. But with a relationship, I wouldn't be alone ever. Since she was always there, and since since she was always just a text away, I wasn't alone. But now that I have to face a life without that certainty, the loneliness has set in without the comfort of that being the norm.

I spent a lot of today talking with different friends, trying to understand how I'm supposed to move on. I sat alone with my thoughts, and then the loneliness would set in. And then I wanted nothing more than to reach out to her and be in her arms. I needed to talk with friends to remind myself on the bad parts also so that I could understand why this happened.

I think the way it works is combined you both have some amount of emotional capacity. That emotional capacity would would go to whoever needed it, and the problem was in this moment we both needed it, and we needed more than we had. The part that cuts me right now is I stopped writing because I started thinking about how it could work. If I had been more explicit about how I may not be able to be there for her, and if she could be aware about the things that would pull from my cup, then maybe we could manage our problems. And maybe the problems are lighter because no more finals, no more job interview, and I have some time to grieve my mom. But that's a risk, and I don't think it's one that should be taken. I think what would work best for us is the softer version of that, without so much expectation from both sides.

I just wish I would stop hearing the radio head in my head. And I wish I could have worked out. But it didn't and it won't. It sucks because it feels like the only person that understands everything is her, and I want to talk with her about how much breaking up sucks.

Like a throwback to the emo days of the past, but this song came out just last year. Love it!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkDnmc-oELo

#MusicVideo #ForWhenYouCantBreathe #EmoIsNotDead

📚 Whenever I finish a book, I usually have a good idea of what I want to read next. At the start of each month, I brainstorm and list four to five books that interest me. While this list often shifts as the month progresses, it gives me a good starting point.

But after finishing my ninth book of the year, I hit a slump. I looked at my planned reading list, but nothing grabbed my attention. Even “Words of Radiance” by Brandon Sanderson, which I had been working through, didn’t feel like the right choice. I wanted something shorter, lighter—something easier. Since I had only been reading fiction up to that point, I decided to switch things up with a non-fiction book.

I picked up a book on menopause that had been sitting on my Kobo for a couple of months. Yeah, a book about perimenopause and menopause, which was recommended by my friend at my local Book Club. It’s very informative but the topic itself felt a bit daunting given what it means for my future. Still, it helped me get back into reading, but it didn’t make me super excited to sit down to read (mostly because of the topic—menopause can be a very scary experience for some people according to this book 😬).

So, even though I’ve been reading this book throughout the week, it wasn’t exactly scratching my reading bug. I was still missing that feeling of sneaking in a chapter whenever I had a free moment.

Another common tip for breaking a reading slump is switching genres. Lately, I’ve been reading a lot of romance, but I had started and abandoned four different romance novels in a single week. Nothing was clicking. So, instead of experimenting with something entirely new, I turned to a series I already loved: The Vorkosigan Saga. I picked up “The Vor Game” by Lois McMaster Bujold, and just like that—I was back in my reading groove! It brought back that fun I had when reading previously.

Here’s what worked for me this time:

• Sampling different books – Reading a few pages from multiple books helped me quickly determine what sparked my interest. If a book didn’t grab me right away, I moved on.
• Switching genres – Shifting from romance to sci-fi refreshed my reading experience.
• Revisiting a favorite author – Picking up a book from an author I already enjoy meant I didn’t have to worry about adjusting to a new writing style.
• Continuing a beloved series – Familiarity with the world and characters made it easy to dive right in and build momentum.
• Choosing a shorter book – “The Vor Game” is 364 pages—much shorter than the 1,087 pages of “Words of Radiance.” It helps to get that sense of accomplishment when I can zip through a shorter book.

This experience made me think that this year I want to focus more on continuing series I love instead of trying new things.

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Post 76/100 of 100DaysToOffload challenge (Round 2)!

#100DaysToOffload #100Days #books #reading

Prayers, etc.: * 05:00 – Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel * 06:00 – praying The Angelus * 07:00 – praying the Sorrowful Mysteries of the Holy Rosary in Latin, followed by the Memorare. * 07:30 – making an Act of Contrition then making an Act of Spiritual Communion, followed by praying Archbishop Vigano’s prayer for USA & President Trump. * 07:40 – Readings from today's Mass include – Lesson: Eccli 39:6-14 and Gospel: Matt 10:23-28 * 08:00 – Today's Morning Devotion (Psalm 134) found in Benedictus Magazine, followed by the Canticle of Zacharius (Lk 1:68-79). * 08:15 – Thought for today from Archbishop Lefebvre: How is it that we have this tendency to weakness, to let ourselves drift a little bit and be lazy, not to do our duty of state well enough, even though we are in the state of grace, without grave sin on our conscience? Well, that is the wound of weakness which remains in us as a consequence of original sin. * 12:00 – praying The Angelus * 15:30 – prayerfully reading The Athanasian Creed. * 18:00 – The Angelus, followed by today's Evening Devotion (Psalm 112) found in Benedictus Magazine, followed by the Magnificat: Luke 1:46-55 * 19:00 – praying the hour of Compline for tonight according to the Traditional Pre-Vatican II Divine Office, followed by Fr. Chad Ripperger's Prayer of Command to protect my family, my sons, my daughter and her family, my granddaughters and their families, my great grandchildren, and everyone for whom I have responsibility from any demonic activity. – And that followed by the Tuesday Prayers of the Association of the Auxilium Christianorum.

Health Metrics: * bw=222.0 * bp= 141/82

Diet: * 05:45 – 1 pb&j sandwich, 1 banana * 08:45 – whole kernel corn, halo-halo * 12:30 – 1 fresh orange, small piece of cake, baked breaded pork chops * 18:50 – snack on cheese & crackers

Chores, etc.: * 04:45 – listen to local news talk radio * 06:00 – bank accounts activity monitored * 07:00 – follow news reports from various sources * 12:30 – watch old game shows and eat lunch at home with Sylvia * 14:30 to 15:30 – yard work * 16:50 – Tuned into the pregame broadcast of my first baseball game of the evening, IU vs. University of Evansville *19:50 – The Hoosiers beat Evansville's Purple Aces 7-4 in a game that was very close until the 9th innng. And that game ended in time for me to tune in the Texas Rangers vs Cleveland Guardians pregame broadcast a few minutes before the opening pitch.

Chess: * 11:10 – moved in all pending CC games

posted Tuesday, 2025-03-18 ~20:10 #DLMAR2025

Re-integratie / Re-uit de gratie

Het allerliefst willen we je negeren omdat jij het wil de wereld omkeren het tegenovergestelde als jou begeren dit doen we omdat het jou zal deren en jij je hier niet tegen kan verweren zo'n lesje die we je per c moeten leren nooit zeggen we dat we je waarderen voor lessen die je ons tracht te leren dingen die we met alle macht afweren de verandering zou ons kunnen deren of niet meer elke keer hetzelfde begeren we op onze gezette schreden terugkeren omdat we even vergaten je te negeren.

Disclaimer: The Title was generated by GPT-4o mini in Raycast because I had no Idea what to put in there.

So, I arrived at the Hotel and I had around 5.5 hours on a train. A lot of time to do something and make progress. What I'm ended up doing was watching Severance and reading through some articles I had put on my to-read list.

Three reasons why I did not put out my notebook or steam deck:

1. The person who was sitting next to me made me uncomfortable, I didn't want him to watch me, while I code or played on my deck.
2. I wanted to continue to watch Severance because it is so captivating.
3. My initial plan was to watch a Severance episode and then start coding, but I was so demotivated, I just wanted to watch. :D So, I think, I needed the break. Because I was coding a lot in the last week.

This Hotel room is nice. Now I know why it was so expensive. It has this enjoyable little corner with an armchair and ottoman. Here I can sit with the notebook on my lap and the iPad next to me, to watch some Videos. Something I NEED in my home office. Never thought I would need this, but this is now a must-have. 😎

That's it for today. Tomorrow I will spend nearly the whole day at my client. I hope that we as a team will go out for a soda or bear. 🤞

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12 of #100DaysToOffload
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