Hello I have been holding up and am a human with a panther T-Shirt on like this, the one I got from my Aunt.

It fits me like a sausage skin on a sausage. I Love it.

I was stood up front on the step class today and mostly nailed the choreography. I am particularly pleased that I made the swirls which I find the hardest usually. But today I felt like a swan!

I try to swirl through life’s obstacles with grace and dignity even though sometimes I stumble and fall, but when I do that it’s also somewhat graceful, because I always rise

And when I spread my wings and fly it feels great.

It feels great when I swirl

I Norge har vi en egen yrkesgruppe som har som jobb å forstå norsk politikk, men som påfallende ofte ikke gjør det. “Knapt noen hadde fantasi nok til å tro at det skulle bli brudd i budsjettforhandlingene i år” skriver en himmelfallen Tone Sofie Aglen hos NRK. Hun har åpenbart ikke snakka med mange MDG-ere denne høsten, eller lest hva våre talspersoner har sagt i media.

Men det var faktisk en som hadde fantasi og kompetanse til å spå dette. Det var Hans Mjelva i BT. Dette kunststykket klarte han ved å gjøre noe som dessverre er sjeldent i hans laug: han forsøkte å forstå MDG ut fra våre egne premisser, og tok vår politikk på alvor.

Vanligere er det at politiske kommentatorer har sterke meninger om hva partier burde mene. Forståelsen av og for politiske standpunkter som ikke er i skjæringspunktet Høyre/Arbeiderpartiet er lav. Dette gjør at man blir ganske dårlig til å analysere et stadig mer fragmentert politisk landskap.

Når de politiske spådommene viser seg å være helt feil blir løsningen å fordømme partiene for å ikke oppføre seg “riktig”, være “uansvarlige” eller lignende. Terrenget burde skamme seg over å ikke stemme med kartet!

Aglen fastslår at alle de rødgrønne partiene er “amatører”. I kommentaren finner vi ingen nyttige opplysninger om de politiske sakene som splitter partiene, eller hva som kan ha skjedd i forhandlingsrommet. Bare overfladiske vurderinger av det politiske spillet, som Aglen altså har misforstått. Vel, Mjelva forsto det i alle fall. Kudos til ham for det.

Politikere stiller til valg hvert fjerde år, og må ta konsekvensene når vi har helt feil analyse, eller har misforstått det politiske spillet. Politiske kommentatorer slipper naturligvis det. Sånn sett er de heldige. Men kanskje gjør det dem også sløvere.

Jonas Gahr Støre kan låse opp den fastlåste situasjonen rundt budsjettet ved å ta sitt parlamentariske grunnlag på alvor og anerkjenne at han ikke leder en flertallsregjering, men snarere den parlamentarisk svakeste regjeringen på 25 år. Jeg tror det ville være bra for den allmenne forståelsen av norsk politikk de neste årene om også kommentatorkorpset tok denne parlamentariske situasjonen – og partiene som sitter der – mer på alvor, slik Mjelva har gjort.

There are chapters in Scripture that don’t just teach you something— they wake you.

Romans 6 is one of them.

It doesn’t whisper, “Try harder.” It declares, “You are someone completely new.”

And if you’ve ever wondered why the fight against sin feels like wrestling a shadow, why guilt tries to chain itself to your ankles, why people who believe in Jesus still struggle with old habits, old thoughts, old wounds— Romans 6 steps in like a floodlight and says one powerful, soul-altering truth:

You are not who you used to be.

This is not a chapter about self-improvement. It’s not a chapter about guilt management. It’s not a chapter about behavior modification.

Romans 6 is the moment Paul grabs us by the shoulders and says, “Wake up. You died. The old you is gone. Why are you still answering to a corpse?”

LIVING IN THE TENSION WE DON’T KNOW HOW TO NAME

Most believers live in a strange tension. They know Jesus has forgiven them, but they still feel guilty.

They know Jesus has made them new, but they still feel stuck.

They know Jesus has broken the chains, but they still hear the rattling.

Romans 6 shows us why. You can be set free and not fully understand how free you really are. You can have the door unlocked and still be sitting in the cell. You can be resurrected but still living like someone half-alive.

Paul speaks into that confusion with shocking clarity. He doesn’t say you should consider yourself new. He says you are new. You are not becoming a new creation—you are one. Your struggle now is not to defeat sin; your struggle is to stop living like someone who belongs to it.

THE MOST DANGEROUS QUESTION: “SHALL WE JUST GO ON SINNING?”

Paul begins the chapter with a question that sounds almost scandalous:

“Shall we go on sinning so that grace may abound?”

Why is that question even possible? Because grace is so overwhelming— so deep, so wide, so relentless— people were actually wondering:

“If God forgives me fully, freely, permanently, then does it really matter how I live?”

Paul answers with a thunderclap: “By no means!” Not because fear is the motivator. Not because God will “get you” if you don’t behave. Not because heaven is at risk.

Paul says: You can’t continue in sin because you are no longer the person who used to serve it. You can’t live in your old patterns because the person who lived in them is gone.

THE OLD SELF DIDN’T GET A MAKEOVER— IT GOT A FUNERAL

Paul doesn’t say the old self is “being worked on.” He says it was crucified with Christ. Killed. Buried. Done.

This is not symbolic. This is spiritual reality with physical consequences.

When Jesus died, the version of you that was enslaved to sin died with Him.

When Jesus was buried, the past version of your identity— the guilt-soaked, shame-driven, fear-controlled self— was buried with Him.

When Jesus rose, the new you— clean, redeemed, Spirit-filled— rose with Him.

You did not join a religion. You joined a resurrection.

And resurrection doesn’t produce improved people. It produces new ones.

IF YOU’VE EVER FELT “TWO VERSIONS” OF YOURSELF

Romans 6 finally explains what so many believers feel: the tug of an old voice that no longer has authority.

Your old self is like a phone that keeps ringing— but the line is disconnected.

You hear the echo, but it can no longer command your obedience.

You feel the pull, but it no longer holds the key to your chains.

You remember the patterns, but they are no longer who you are.

Romans 6 gives the believer the power to say: “That voice is not me.” “That desire is not my identity.” “That temptation is not my nature.” “That shame is not my future.”

YOU ARE NOT FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM —YOU ARE FIGHTING FROM IT

The believer doesn’t fight like a prisoner trying to break out. The believer fights like a free person refusing to go back in.

Think of the difference.

One fights from desperation. The other fights from identity.

One fights as a slave pleading for release. The other fights as a son refusing to surrender inheritance.

Paul says it like this: “Sin shall not have dominion over you.”

Why? Because you’re strong? Because you’re good? Because you behave well? Because you memorize verses?

No. Because you are under grace— not under the law.

Grace is not soft. Grace is not weak. Grace is not permission. Grace is power.

Grace does not merely forgive the sinner. Grace transforms them. Grace doesn’t negotiate with sin. Grace breaks its authority. Grace does not just clean the slate— it rewrites the identity.

THE MOMENT YOU FORGET WHO YOU ARE

Most Christians fall back into sin the same way: not because they want darkness, but because in a moment of weakness they forget that they are no longer part of it.

Every sinful choice begins with an identity lie:

“I’m still that person.” “I’m still broken.” “I’m still weak.” “I’m still dirty.” “I’m still stuck.” “I still can’t change.” “I’m just this way.”

Romans 6 breaks that lie at its root. You are not your past. You are not your failures. You are not your patterns. You are not your impulses. You are not your temptations. You are not your worst moments. You are not your shame.

You are raised with Christ. And resurrection does not make room for who you used to be.

THE GRACE THAT DISABLES SIN’S POWER

Grace doesn’t just save you— it changes the battlefield.

Before Christ, sin was your master. After Christ, sin is your intruder.

Before Christ, you obeyed sin because you belonged to it. After Christ, resisting sin is not about willpower— it’s about identity.

When you truly understand Romans 6, you stop trying to “become strong” and start learning to “stand in what God already made you.”

This is why Paul uses the word “reckon” —which means “count it as true,” “believe it to be reality.”

“Reckon yourselves dead to sin and alive to God.”

You don’t achieve it. You recognize it.

WHAT YOU PRESENT YOURSELF TO SHAPES WHO YOU BECOME

The chapter contains one of the most powerful spiritual principles in the whole Bible:

“You are slaves to the one you obey.”

Not because of force— but because of surrender.

What you present yourself to, you become shaped by.

If you present yourself to fear, it becomes your master.

If you present yourself to guilt, it becomes your language.

If you present yourself to old patterns, they become familiar again.

But Paul says now you can “present yourselves to God” —not as people crawling back after failure, but as those raised from the dead.

You don’t come to God as someone begging for acceptance. You come to God as someone risen in Christ.

HOLINESS IS NOT A PERFORMANCE— IT’S A CONSEQUENCE OF RESURRECTION

Many believers think they must “act holy” to prove they belong to Jesus.

Romans 6 says the opposite.

Holiness is not something you perform. Holiness is something that naturally emerges from a resurrected identity.

When a tree’s roots change, its fruit changes automatically.

Holiness is not the cause of salvation. Holiness is the evidence of transformation.

WHY MANY PEOPLE STILL FEEL CHAINED

Because they’ve never understood the difference between: forgiveness and freedom.

Forgiveness says, “You’re not condemned.”

Freedom says, “You’re not controlled.”

Forgiveness washes away the penalty of sin. Freedom breaks the power of it.

Romans 6 is where freedom comes alive.

THE BATTLE IS REAL— BUT SO IS THE RESURRECTION

Paul never denies the battle. He denies sin’s authority.

You will feel temptation. But temptation is not identity.

You will feel weakness. But weakness is not ownership.

You will feel the pull of an old life. But the old life no longer defines you.

Sin may knock, but Christ changed the locks.

SANCTIFICATION IS A JOURNEY— BUT THE FOUNDATION IS INSTANT

Growing into Christlikeness takes a lifetime. But stepping into your new identity happens in a moment— the moment you believe.

You don’t grow into being new. You grow from being new.

You don’t fight to become alive. You fight because you are alive.

You don’t battle sin hoping God accepts you. You battle sin because He already has.

YOU ARE FREE— SO LIVE LIKE SOMEONE FREE

Romans 6 calls you to an awakening. A moment where you say:

“I refuse to live like a dead person. I refuse to answer to chains that have been broken. I refuse to bow to a master who no longer owns me. I refuse to believe lies about who I am. I refuse to return to graves God has emptied.”

Freedom in Christ is not fragile. Freedom in Christ is not partial. Freedom in Christ is not temporary. Freedom in Christ is not theoretical. Freedom in Christ is not symbolic.

Freedom in Christ is real. It is complete. It is permanent. It is sealed in His resurrection.

WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED ENOUGH

Romans 6 speaks to moments every believer knows: when you wonder why old temptations still show up, why old emotions still flare up, why old instincts still whisper.

Here’s why: Your spirit has been transformed, but your mind is still learning your new address.

Identity happens instantly. Maturity happens gradually. But both are certain.

And Paul says the more you “reckon” yourself alive in Christ, the more your life begins to reflect the truth you stand in.

BREATHING GRACE, WALKING FREE

Romans 6 is an invitation to breathe again.

To stop trying to resurrect shame. To stop trying to pay a debt Jesus erased. To stop pretending you’re still chained. To stop holding funerals for sins God already buried.

This chapter calls you out of the grave. Not to be perfect— but to be alive.

Not to avoid failure— but to walk in freedom.

Not to fear sin— but to know its power has been cut from the root.

Not to try harder— but to trust deeper.

Not to become someone new— but to finally live like the new creation you already are.

THE CORE MESSAGE OF ROMANS 6

You aren’t trying to improve the old you. That person is gone.

You aren’t trying to behave your way into holiness. Holiness flows from resurrection.

You aren’t trying to outrun guilt. Guilt is nailed to the cross and can’t keep up.

You aren’t trying to escape sin’s prison. The door has been wide open since the moment Christ rose.

You aren’t trying to drag God into your weakness. He stepped into your grave and walked you out.

THE CHAPTER ENDS WITH A SENTENCE THAT SHAKES THE WORLD

“For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Death is what sin pays. Life is what God gives.

Sin earns. God gifts.

Sin kills. God resurrects.

Sin enslaves. God frees.

Sin binds. God adopts.

Sin condemns. God embraces.

This is the gospel in one breath.

Not a transaction— a gift.

Not a negotiation— a resurrection.

Not a religion— a transformation.

Not a rulebook— a new birth.

Not a second chance— a brand-new identity.

SO WHAT DOES ROMANS 6 MEAN FOR YOU TODAY?

It means you don’t have to keep proving yourself. You only have to keep remembering yourself— the real you, the resurrected you, the Spirit-filled you, the blood-bought you.

It means you don’t fight for acceptance. You fight from it.

It means you don’t fear the old life returning. You proclaim that the old life is dead.

It means when temptation screams, you whisper back, “I died to that.”

It means when shame rises, you speak the truth, “My record is clean.”

It means when guilt tries to grab your ankles, you remind it, “I walk in resurrection.”

And when the world tells you that you haven’t changed enough— you look to the cross and the empty tomb and remember:

The deepest change has already happened.

You are alive in Christ. Alive with purpose. Alive with power. Alive with grace. Alive with freedom. Alive with the Spirit. Alive in a way death can never touch.

Romans 6 is not the story of a sinner trying harder. It is the anthem of a resurrected child of God learning to walk in the light of a victory that was sealed before you ever took your first breath.

THE FINAL WORD

You are dead to sin. You are alive to God. You are free. Now go walk like resurrection lives in your bones.

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1. First (After the End #1) by Ali Hazelwood, 155p: This novella was the darkest story I've read from Ali Hazelwood. I'm a fan of everything she writes, and I enjoyed 80% of this book. There was powerful enemies-to-lovers tension build-up. But the final part was way more unhinged than what I was prepared for. The end scene was way out of my comfort zone, since I'm not a fan of dark romance at all. The dubious consent also troubled me. So, I guess this was not for me.

2. Mate by Ali Hazelwood, 448p: This is Ali Hazelwood’s second paranormal romance, and her writing hooked me like always. It’s a slow-burn werewolf story with the fated mate trope.  Honestly, that trope isn’t usually my thing, but she added a little twist that kept it interesting.  There’s also a lot of werewolf–vampire–human politics going on, and I’m not sure if I’m still into that part of the world building. Even so, Hazelwood’s style makes it fun enough that I stuck with it.

3. Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson, 576p: Snow Crash was a mixed bag for me. I enjoyed all the technology predictions in the book: the Earth program (Google Earth), the metaverse (VR experience), avatars, the Library (chatGPT), digital currency, and even the creepy surveillance vibe in corporate offices.  On the other hand, the book itself was tough to get through, with way too much exposition, clunky action outside the Metaverse, some xenophobic world building, and that infamous sex scene between a 15-year-old girl and an older man. Even the neurolinguistic hacking plot with old Sumerian mythology origins was not that interesting to me. Some ideas were cool and ahead of their time, the actual storytelling didn’t really land for me.

4. Memory (Vorkosigan Saga #10) by Lois McMaster Bujold, 509p: I was so glad to get back in the Vorkosigan universe. I had no idea what this book was about, and  “Memory” surprised me in the best way.  Here we see Miles Vorkosigan facing the fact that he’s getting older, and the story takes him on a really interesting journey of self-discovery. As always, Bujold’s writing is fantastic and there is so much emotion and empathy bleeding through the pages. In the beginning, it feels different from the earlier ones, with less fast-paced action and more reflection and character growth. It deals with health challenges, professional and personal friendships and also a mystery with some police procedural action.  It’s definitely a turning point in Miles’s and Simon Illyan's story, setting up the next stage of the series really well. I’m excited to see where things go from here.

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GO COLTS!

Late in the game's second quarter, my Indianapolis Colts are trailing the Houston Texans by a score of Texans 10 to Colts 3.

And the adventure continues.

She meets The Goddess

#nsfw #glass

Meredith drifts into sleep, her head still pressed against the mirror. Her room continues to play porn, a chorus of filth and depravity flowing through her ears. She is no longer in her bedroom. She is kneeling—naked, of course—on a floor that feels warm and faintly pulsing, like skin. The room is vast and dark, lit only by a ring of tall candles whose flames burn deep indigo instead of orange. The air is thick with musk and cocoa butter and something electric, like the moment before lightning.

In the center of the circle stands a woman.

Not just a woman. A Goddess made flesh.

Skin like midnight velvet, gleaming with oil. Full hips that sway even when she’s standing still. Breasts heavy and proud, nipples dark and peaked. Braids cascading to her waist, threaded with gold that catches the candlelight and throws it back like stars. Her eyes—molten amber—lock onto Meredith with a look that is equal parts amusement and command.

Meredith’s mouth goes dry. She has seen thousands of bodies on her screens, but none like this. This one radiates. This one owns the room simply by existing.

The Goddess smiles, slow and wicked.

“You called,” she says, voice low and syrupy, the kind of voice that slides straight between Meredith’s legs and stays there. “Over and over. With your little chants. Your little candles. Your dripping white fingers.”

Meredith tries to speak, but her throat only produces a whimper.

The Goddess steps forward. Each footfall lands without sound, yet the floor ripples like water. She circles Meredith the way a lioness circles something already caught.

“You wanted to be pure for us,” the Goddess murmurs, dragging one nail—long, almond-shaped, perfect—along Meredith’s shoulder. The touch burns in the sweetest way. “You begged to be made useless for anything else. Remember?”

Meredith nods frantically, tears pricking her eyes. She has never felt smaller. Never felt more seen. The Goddess stops in front of her, cups Meredith’s chin, and forces her gaze upward.

“Then drink.”

From nowhere, a golden cup appears before her. It drifts slowly toward her face. With trembling hands, she reaches out and grabs the cup. A sweet, salty musk fills her nostrils. The Goddess repeats, a little more firmly,

“Drink.”

She slowly turns the golden cup up and tilts her head back. The thick, warm liquid fills Meredith’s mouth—sweet, salty, unmistakably hers. The Goddess leans down, full lips brushing Meredith’s ear.

“This is the pact,” she whispers. “Your pleasure belongs to Black women now. Your orgasms answer to us. Your body, your mind, your cold little life—everything you are will bend toward our worship. You will goon until your clit forgets any other purpose. You will edge until the thought of stopping feels like dying. And every time you come, you will give another piece of yourself away. Gladly.”

Meredith’s cunt clenches so hard she nearly tops out right there on the dream-floor. A sob breaks from her throat—relief, terror, gratitude.

The Goddess smiles wider, showing perfect teeth. A wide grin that is too wide to be real.

“And it’s already started, baby.”

Suddenly the circle is full of them—dozens of Black women, eyes glowing golden, every shade of brown and ebony and deep mahogany, every body type Meredith has ever kneeled for on her carpet. They close in, laughing softly, hands reaching. Fingers trace her pale skin, pinch her nipples, spread her thighs wider. Someone’s tongue—hot, wet, knowing—swipes once across her clit and Meredith screams into the void, coming instantly, violently, her entire body seizing as the hardest orgasm of her life rips through her like holy fire.

But they don’t stop.

They never stop.

Hands hold her down. Mouths descend. She is licked, fingered, worshipped and worshipper all at once. Every climax feeds the next—no refractory, no mercy, just wave after wave until her vision whites out and her voice is only a broken rasp of “Goddess—Goddess—please—”

The first Goddess kneels between her legs, spreads her open with strong hands, and looks straight into her soul.

“This is forever,” she says, and slides three fingers deep.

Meredith cums again, and something inside her cracks open like an eggshell. She feels it leave her—some last shard of resistance, of shame, of the old Meredith who still pretended she could go back. It pours out with her juices, soaks the warm floor, and is absorbed instantly.

The circle of women laughs, delighted.

“Good girl,” they sing in perfect unison. “Now we own you.”

The candles flare higher. The dream tilts.

Meredith wakes with a gasp, flat on her back in her goon shrine. Dawn creeping under the blinds. The room still hums with porn playing. Her body is slick with sweat, thighs trembling, a visible wet spot between her legs on the floor. Her clit throbs like a second heartbeat—raw, swollen, impossibly sensitive.

She tries to sit up. Can’t. Her limbs feel heavy, drugged.

When she finally drags a hand between her legs, the lightest brush against her clit nearly blinds her with pleasure. A single stroke, and her hips jackknife off the floor. A ragged moan tears out of her throat as a small, cruel orgasm punches through her without warning.

Her eyes fly open wide.

The hunger is no longer a want.

It’s a command.

And it is only growing.

She starts to rub uncontrollably. Orgasm after orgasm rushes from her raw, swollen, red pussy. Every flickering image on her screen is a trigger.

She can’t stop. She doesn’t want to stop. Her clit aches but she slides her hand down again, breathless, dizzy. The ritual did its job: the craving is bigger now. Hungrier. Insatiable. Unstoppable.

She hears a whisper in the room. The faint sound of “good girl” in the air.

Her urges subside. The room comes into focus. The porn is still playing. She looks back at the mirror and sees a ragged, ravaged woman. But at least she’s not horny anymore. For now. In the background she catches a glimpse of a Black goddess standing nude and proud on her screen. Immediately, her pussy swells involuntarily, her clit prominent and engorged. She starts leaking down her leg. A familiar but now sweet musk fills the air.

The ritual worked too well. That dream was real.

She starts to panic. What has she done?

JOURNAL 30 novembre 2025

On sort du bain peau douce et parfumée olala ces enivrant j'aime tellement ta peau la douceur ronde de tes épaules la moelleuses tendresse de tes seins Mmm

— et puis soudain me revient mon odeur dans le hokkaidô En toute saison nous avions droit à une douche le dimanche prise collectivement, sous surveillance défense de parler, un savon pour 4. Avant la fin de la semaine, nous sentions mauvais. Nos vêtement étaient lavés deux fois par mois, nous les portions donc pendant deux semaines, quelles qu'étaient les tâches qu'on nous imposait. En été la sueur nous les collait au dos. Nos cheveux étaient sales de poussière et de sueur. On puait. C'était exprès. On nous infligeait tout ce qu'on pouvait sentir comme dégradant et humiliant. Et ils me réservaient tout ce qui pouvait être de plus sale si possible répugnant, en tant que gosse de haute famille supposée gâtée et dorlotée.

Je devrais être reconnaissante à mon frère de m'avoir endurcie moralement et physiquement. Je n'en étais pas consciente, c'est maintenant que je m'en rends compte, son éducation à coup de branche d'arc m'avait préparée assez pour tenir le coup. Ça ne manque pas d'ironie.

#douleur

Blätterlos reckt sich der Baum,

bretterlos streckt sich der Steg,

allein am grün-weißen Leuchtturm

erhebt sich eine Tanne in ihrem grünen Kleid,

weihnachtlich dorthin dekoriert grüßt sie

die heimkehrenden Seefahrer:innen.

Sanft und weich spülen die Wellen ans Ufer

über den braun-weißen Sand.

Tief ins Wasser versunken sind die Köpfe

der Schwanenfamilie, die schwarzen

Enten lauschen den heiseren Schreien der weißen Möwen.

Glühend leuchten die Feuerstellen in die kühle Dämmerung,

der Rauch des verkohlten Holzes dringt in die Wintermäntel.

Eine kurze Geschichte.

„Woran denkst Du?“

Robby bewegt sich auf sie zu und stellt eine Tasse Tee auf den Tisch neben ihrem Sessel. Selma schaut gedankenverloren auf.

„An den Sinn des Lebens.“

Robby prustet laut heraus. „Hätte ich nur nicht gefragt. Eigentlich wollte ich nur ein wenig Smalltalk halten. Aber ihr Deutschen müsst ja immer gleich tiefsinnig werden.“ 

Selma lächelt. 

„Wir könnten doch einfach nur über das Wetter plaudern.“ 

schlägt Robby vor. 

Selma blickt durch die hellen Gardinen über die Terrasse in den parkähnlichen Garten und sieht, dass es dämmert. Am Himmel zeichnet sich ein rötlichgelber Streifen ab, der die kahlen Bäume in einem fahlen Licht erscheinen lässt. 

Robby öffnet die Türe zur Terrasse. Die hereinströmende Luft ist erstaunlich mild für diese Jahreszeit. 

“Es riecht nach verbranntem Holz.”

Irgendwoher ertönt Musik.

“Last Christmas … “

Robby singt mit.

Es klingt scheusslich.

Selma betrachtet Robby. Er ist nicht wirklich schön.

Seine Arme und Beine sind dürr. Er bewegt sich statisch.

Seine Augen leuchten grell.

Und seine Stimme, seine Stimme schnarrt wie ein rostiges Blech.

“Eigentlich seltsam, dass ich ausgerechnet mit Dir die Weihnachtszeit verbringe.”

sagt Selma.

“Hast Du eine Wahl?”, fragt Robby.

Selma lächelt wieder. Nein, das hatte sie nicht. Aber es machte ihr auch nichts aus. Denn eigentlich mochte sie Robby. Trotz allem. Sie hatte sich an ihn gewöhnt.

“… I gave you my heart …” sang Robby

“Ich muss gleich los”, sagte er dann.

Selma nickte.

Er öffnet die Tür und verlässt das Apartment.

Er grüßt noch einmal, als er an ihrem Terrassenfenster vorbeikommt.

Selma blickte ihm nach.

Für einen Pflegeroboter fuhr er ganz schön schnell.

Gelesen, gesehen, gehört.

Zurzeit bin ich ein wenig im Brontë-Fieber. “Der Professor” von Charlotte Brontë ist fast ausgelesen. Und der Film Emily wartet auf Abholung in der Stadtbibliothek.

Heute habe ich im Fediversum entdeckt, dass es bei Reclam den klassischen Adventskalender gibt.

Als Hörbuch mochte ich Windowshopping – eine weihnachtliche Versuchung von Tessa Bailey. Cool war, dass es von zwei Hörbuchsprechenden abwechselnd gesprochen wurde.

Bei Filmfriend gibt es einen filmischen Adventskalender. Ich bin schon ganz neugierig, was dort gezeigt wird. Morgen soll es losgehen!

I like the idea of Advent of Code/TS, but last year, I saw that this consumed a lot of my time. Yes, it was fun, but it did not push my side projects further.

So I got a “brilliant” idea. #AdventOfProgress – I like to combine both to take advantage of this time and make some progress. I would say this is an evolution of #TheMonthProject moved into December.

There is an app idea that has been living in my head for some time now, and I want to get it out with some tools I haven’t worked with in a long time. It is already more than 10 years ago since I started a small project with React Native. And with the rise of expo.dev, I see a good opportunity to try it out in December. The plan is to have an MVP (minimal viable product) by the end of December or, better yet, by Christmas. It should be possible in this span of time. But I also see my calendar and the entries there, with stuff that also needs to be done. Let’s see if I will manage this. :)

I hope I can post the progress daily.

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58 of #100DaysToOffload
#log #TheMonthProject #AdventOfProgress
Thoughts?

I wrote about how I use Claude Code in Wezterm in this Post.

Since then, I've improved it a bit. I introduced the yolo mode --dangerously-skip-permissions as default when I open CC and I need to split the window pane on my desktop monitor to 1/3 and on my laptop monitor to ½.

The split introduced a new function, which is called on keypress.

local function split_for_claude()
	local screen = wezterm.gui and wezterm.gui.screens().active.name or ""
	local percent = 50

	if screen == EXTERNAL_MONITOR then
		percent = 33
	end

	return act.SplitPane({
		direction = "Right",
		command = { args = { "bash", "-lc", "claude --dangerously-skip-permissions" } },
		size = { Percent = percent },
	})
end

EXTERNAL_MONITOR is the name of the external monitor. The name you will get from opening the Debug Overlay and calling wezterm.gui.screens().

And the key settings are:

config.keys = {
  -- ...
	{
		key = "Enter",
		mods = "LEADER",
		action = wezterm.action_callback(function(window, pane)
			window:perform_action(split_for_claude(), pane)
		end),
	},
  -- ...
}

Now I hit leader+enter and CC opens in a 1/3 or ½ split depending on the display. :)

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Thoughts?

Dans cette magnifique série d'Arte, Patrick Boucheron nous met en perspective la bataille d'Alésia, la Guerre des Gaules, Jules César, Vercingétorix et notre rapport au passé et à l'histoire. Brillant.

Le site de la bataille, situé à [Alise-Sainte-Reine](https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alise-Sainte-Reine) (n'en déplaise à certains), est en Bourgogne, pas si loin de la Suisse, ni d'un autre site de bataille se rattachant lui à l'histoire suisse : [Bibracte](https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bibracte).

Si Vercingétorix appartient à l'histoire et à l'imaginaire de l'histoire de France, [Divico](https://blog.nationalmuseum.ch/fr/2022/06/divico-un-homme-au-secours-des-heros/) est son alter ego concernant l'histoire suisse et un peu moins son imaginaire.

De quoi envisager en 2026 un bon petit roadtrip mêlant moto et histoire…

Tags : #AuCafé #histoire

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