“Se estamos destinados a ser, eu te vejo mais tarde.”

俺はラジオが好きで、文章を読むのはあまり得意じゃない。 でも、つまらない話を聞くのは苦手だ。 要するに、自分がインプットを許せるのは「面白い話を耳で聞くこと」だけ。 音楽を聴くのも好き。

製品マニュアルのような文章を読んで理解することはできる。 ただ、最近はAIに聞いて読む量を最低限にしているから、「文章が好きか」と問われると、正直そうとは言いづらい。

仮に資格の勉強をするとする。 eラーニングをただ流しているだけでは、まったく頭に入る気がしない。 自分が一番関心を持てるのは「面白い話を耳で聞くこと」だから、本当は勉強もそういう媒体で学びたい。 けれど、面白い話と学問はなかなか両立しない。 面白い話を聞きたい時には、学問や知識はできるだけ排除したい。 そう考えると、両立はやはり難しい。

では、どうするか。 「面白い話」のグルーヴ感を、自分の勉強内容に置き換えてみるのはどうだろう。 つまり、学ぶ内容を自分で声に出して読み、耳で聞くことで覚える方法だ。

自分で喋れるようになれば、その分野を体得したことになる。 学習のとき、自分が好きなように喋って、その声を自分で聞いて「ちょっと楽しい」と思えれば、自然と身につく。 これが一番効率のいい方法なんじゃないかと思う。

ただ、今は会社にいて、周りには人が多い。 声に出して勉強するのは、まるで演目みたいで迷惑だし、何より恥ずかしい。 ふと、外で演説やプレゼンをしている人は、どこで練習しているんだろうと考えた。

インプット方法をいろいろ考えた末に「これしかない」となるのは、思った以上に厳しい。 パソコンにポートが1つしかなく、しかもマニアックな端子でしか刺さらない、みたいな状況だ。

社会人で表に立つ人たちのことを思うと、普段何をしているのかよく分からない。 それを今になって気にしている自分は、やっぱり鈍いというか、無関心な部分もあるんだろうと思いながら、結局コーヒーを飲む。 その一口で、なぜか問題が解決したような、大きな句点が頭の中にぽんと浮かんだ。

In Summary: * Having a Monday that is both productive and enjoyable sets a tone for the rest of the week, don't you think? I think it does. And this Monday in the Roscoe-verse qualifies on both counts. Doing my weekly laundry today, all of it, and having it all folded and put away, I count that as being acceptably productive. And listening to my Texas Rangers win their game today vs the San Diego Padres ranks right up there on the enjoyability scale. So... I'm ready now for the rest of the week. Heh.

Prayers, etc.: * I have a daily prayer regimen I try to follow throughout the day from early morning, as soon as I roll out of bed, until head hits pillow at night. Details of that regimen are linked to my link tree, which is linked to my profile page here.

Starting Ash Wednesday, 2026, I've added this daily prayer as part of the Prayer Crusade Preceding the 2026 SSPX Episcopal Consecrations.

Health Metrics: * bw= 231.60 lbs. * bp= 146/87 (70)

Exercise: * morning stretches, balance exercises, kegel pelvic floor exercises, half squats, calf raises, wall push-ups

Diet: * 05:40 – 1 banana * 06:30 – 1 ham & cheese sandwich * 10:20 – rice cake * 11:00 – fresh papaya * 12:50 – bowl of cooked meat and saltine crackers * 17:00 – 1 fresh apple

Activities, Chores, etc.: * 04:30 – listen to local news talk radio * 05:15 – bank accounts activity monitored * 05:50 – read, write, pray, follow news reports from various sources, surf the socials, and nap * 09:50 – start my weekly laundry * 12:50 to 13:50 – watch old game shows and eat lunch at home with Sylvia * 14:40 – folding laundry * 15:00 – listening to an MLB Spring Training Game, the San Diego Padres vs my Texas Rangers * 17:45 – and the Rangers win, 4 to 1.

Chess: * 14:35 – moved in all pending CC games

Under a patch of undergrowth, once a fistful of perfect golden chanterelles lay hidden. I didn’t see them until I did, I was the first human who did I think, and I felt their weight and a special type primal hunther/gatherer satisfaction as I put them in this paper bag I brought

Or maybe it was plastic

But the memory of the hidden treasure is strong with the sun sending playful somewhat blinding rays on the surface of the water with was fringed by this greenery.

When I — by accident as I was browsing — found that Katherine Kerr had started writing a new series set in the same Deverry world, and bought the first one of these books, I felt just a similar type of joy.

I made the connexion because these occurrences were only days apart if it wasn’t on the same day in fact? It doesn’t matter

And it was a pleasure to visit this world again

When I started I took great pleasure in having a series of twelve (then later sixteen) books with this world but I read them all eventually and then of course to see it again was like they say like visiting an old friend, you know. It doesn’t take long until it’s just like it was before — just like it was supposed to be

You know?

LIKE A LADY BUG

What I love about Rio is the feeling of untouched alleyways, shaded by generous almond trees, yet the passersby never grab its fruits, perhaps because of the salty winds, or simply out of love for its silence, All the paineiras of Ipanema sit there patiently, protecting all couples in their long, slow kisses, while branches are entertained on their delicate, solitary journey of exploring lightness through the air. Roots know nothing but to seek, to seek; its flowers know nothing but to bloom and give.

There are corners of Rio where the world seems to have stopped in ’95, where the passing of time is measured only by the ice cream cone melting in my hand. Who is born here carries an open heart as destiny, and a gentle indifference toward the rest of the world, poor souls who never tasted this light, the one that rises over the mountains before surrendering itself to the sea.

Here I was born on a sunny spring 1990, my mom couldn't lay down the last two weeks, the umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's neck, said the doctor: Forget October 11th, she should be born earlier, scheduled September 28th. My mom sat on her bergère in the living room listening to the neighbor playing bossa nova, Tom Jobim that's how I orchestrated my prelude to life. And then just in time for the first flowers to bloom, a week after the beginning of spring, 08:17 of a sunny friday, crescent moon, I had my first breath into the world. My mom dressed me in red and in his first visit, my brother said: “She looks like a lady bug.”

/mar26

Rangers vs Padres

Listening now to the Padres Radio Network for pregame coverage to be followed by the call of my afternoon's MLB Spring Training Game of choice featuring the San Diego Padres vs my Texas Rangers. Go Rangers!

And the adventure continues.

The litigation between the Kwantlen Student Association and Yakshit Shetty (LinkedIn) was reported on in the Runner on February 14 2026.

The following are the public court documents which can be accessed by anybody in Canada.

Notice of Civil Claim

Response To Civil Claim

Reply

We will be releasing the court documents of the two other (254775, 250796) cases reported in the same story. Stay tuned!

Dead gods tell no tales, only the True and Living God's name will endure forever. No marketing required.

Now this is what Jehovah says, your Creator, O Jacob, the One who formed you, O Israel:

Do not be afraid, for I have repurchased you. I have called you by your name. You belong to me.

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you, and through the rivers, they will not flood over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched, nor will the flame singe you.

For I am Jehovah your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior. I have given Egypt as a ransom for you, Ethiopia and Seba in exchange for you.

For you became precious in my eyes. You were honored, and I have loved you. So I will give people in place of you and nations in exchange for your life.

Do not be afraid, for I am with you. I will bring your offspring from the east and gather you together from the west. I will say to the north, “Give them up!” and to the south, “Do not hold them back. Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth, everyone who is called by my name and whom I created for my own glory, whom I have formed and made.”

Bring out a people who are blind, though they have eyes, and who are deaf, though they have ears.

Let all the nations assemble in one place, and let the peoples be gathered together. Who among them can tell this? Or can they cause us to hear the former things? Let them present their witnesses to prove themselves right, or let them hear and say, “It is the truth.”

“You are my witnesses,” declares Jehovah, “yes, my servant whom I have chosen, so that you may know and have faith in me and understand that I am the same One. Before me no God was formed, and after me there has been none.

I—I am Jehovah, and besides me there is no savior.

I am the One who declared and saved and made known when there was no foreign god among you. So you are my witnesses,” declares Jehovah, “and I am God. Also, I am always the same One, and no one can snatch anything out of my hand. When I act, who can prevent it?”

This is what Jehovah says, your Repurchaser, the Holy One of Israel:

For your sakes I will send to Babylon and bring down all the bars of the gates, and the Chaldeans, in their ships, will cry out in distress.

I am Jehovah, your Holy One, the Creator of Israel, your King.

This is what Jehovah says, the One making a way through the sea and a path through turbulent waters, the One who draws out the war chariot and the horse, the army together with the mighty warriors:

They will lie down and not get up. They will be extinguished, snuffed out like a burning wick.

Do not remember the former things, and do not dwell on the past.

Look! I am doing something new. Even now it is springing up. Do you not recognize it?

I will make a way through the wilderness and rivers through the desert. The wild beast of the field will honor me, the jackals and the ostriches, for I provide water in the wilderness, rivers in the desert, for my people, my chosen one, to drink, the people whom I formed for myself so that they might declare my praise.

But you have not called on me, O Jacob, because you grew weary of me, O Israel.

You have not brought me sheep for your whole burnt offerings or glorified me with your sacrifices. I have not compelled you to bring me a gift, nor have I made you weary by demanding frankincense.

You did not buy me sweet cane with your money, and with the fat of your sacrifices you did not satisfy me.

Instead, you have burdened me with your sins and made me weary with your errors.

I, I am the One who is blotting out your transgressions for my own sake, and I will not remember your sins.

Remind me; let us bring our case against each other. Tell your side of it to prove you are in the right.

Your first forefather sinned, and your own spokesmen have rebelled against me.

So I will profane the princes of the holy place, and I will give Jacob over to destruction and subject Israel to insulting words.

Now listen, O Jacob my servant, and you, O Israel, whom I have chosen.

This is what Jehovah says, your Maker and the One who formed you, who has helped you from the womb:

Do not be afraid, my servant Jacob, and you, Jeshurun, whom I have chosen.

For I will pour out water on the thirsty one and flowing streams on the dry ground. I will pour out my spirit on your offspring and my blessing on your descendants.

They will spring up among the green grass like poplars by the streams of water.

One will say, “I belong to Jehovah.” Another will call himself by the name of Jacob. Yet another will write on his hand, “Belonging to Jehovah.” And he will adopt the name of Israel.

This is what Jehovah says, the King of Israel and his Repurchaser, Jehovah of armies:

I am the first and I am the last. There is no God but me.

Who is there like me? Let him call out and tell it and prove it to me. From the time I established the people of long ago, let them tell both the things to come and what will yet happen.

Do not be in dread, and do not become paralyzed with fear. Have I not told each of you beforehand and declared it?

You are my witnesses. Is there any God but me? No, there is no other Rock. I know of none.

All who form carved images amount to nothing, and their cherished objects will be of no benefit. As their witnesses, they see nothing and know nothing, so those who made them will be put to shame.

Who would form a god or cast a metal image that can bring no benefit?

Look! All his associates will be put to shame. The craftsmen are mere humans. Let them all assemble and take their stand. They will be terrified and be put to shame together.

The metalsmith works the iron over the coals with his tool. He forms it with hammers, working it with his powerful arm. Then he grows hungry and his strength fails. He drinks no water and grows tired.

The wood-carver stretches the measuring line, tracing out the pattern with red chalk. He works it with a wood scraper and traces it with a compass. He patterns it after a man, with the beauty of a man, to sit in a house.

There is one whose work is to cut down cedars. He selects a certain type of tree, an oak, and he lets it grow strong among the trees of the forest. He plants a laurel tree, and the rain makes it grow.

Then it becomes fuel for a man to make fires. He takes part of it to warm himself. He builds a fire and bakes bread. But he also makes a god and worships it. He makes it into a carved image and bows down before it.

Half of it he burns up in a fire. With that half he roasts the meat that he eats and is satisfied. He also warms himself and says, “Ah! I am warm as I watch the fire.”

But the rest of it he makes into a god, into his carved image. He bows down to it and worships it. He prays to it and says, “Save me, for you are my god.”

They know nothing, they understand nothing, because their eyes are sealed shut and they cannot see, and their heart has no insight.

No one reflects in his heart or has understanding, saying: “Half of it I burned up in a fire, and on its coals I baked bread and roasted meat to eat. Should I then make the rest of it into a detestable thing? Should I worship a block of wood from a tree?”

He feeds on ashes. His own deluded heart has led him astray. He cannot save himself, nor does he say, “Is there not a lie in my right hand?”

Remember these things, O Jacob, and you, O Israel, for you are my servant. I formed you, and you are my servant. O Israel, I will not forget you.

I will blot out your transgressions as with a cloud and your sins as with a thick cloud.

Return to me, for I will repurchase you.

Shout joyfully, you heavens, for Jehovah has acted! Shout in triumph, you depths of the earth! Shout for joy, you mountains, you forest and all your trees!

For Jehovah has repurchased Jacob, and on Israel he displays his splendor.

This is what Jehovah says, your Repurchaser, who formed you since you were in the womb:

I am Jehovah, who made everything. I stretched out the heavens by myself, and I spread out the earth. Who was with me?

I frustrate the signs of the empty talkers and make diviners act like fools, confounding the wise men and turning their knowledge into foolishness.

I make the word of my servant come true and completely fulfill the predictions of my messengers.

I say of Jerusalem, “She will be inhabited,” and of the cities of Judah, “They will be rebuilt, and I will restore her ruins.”

I say to the deep waters, “Be evaporated, and I will dry up all your rivers.”

I say of Cyrus, “He is my shepherd, and he will completely carry out all my will.”

I say of Jerusalem, “She will be rebuilt,” and of the temple, “Your foundation will be laid.”

OK, maybe not phonetically. But for a museum dedicated to open access, a decentralised, non-algorithmic social media platform seems an obvious place to make ourselves available and claim a space for the national Danish art collection.

A mastodon (well, some sort of mammoth) figurine visiting SMK

Last week, on an early spring Friday, we took our first baby steps into the Fediverse, the collection of platforms connected by the ActivityPub protocol. We did this by setting up an account on the cosy Danish expressional.social server populated by friendly-seeming natives (with an endearing love of image alt texts).

Now, that previous paragraph contains the words ‘protocol’ and ‘server’ and admittedly the Fediverse does require some acclimatisation: it’s just a slightly more abstract concept than your average centralised service. But such is the price of openness and flexibility. When you can “do” the Fediverse almost any way you please, choose your own server and choose your own app, things immediately become a bit complicated.

Slightly technical as it may be, it’s also very promising. The early adopters stand ready to help, all the features (and more) that you may want from a Twitter/X-like platform are available and the non-algorithmic focus imparts a feeling of control. On Mastodon you may be slightly confused, but you’re also very much in charge.

Of course, what you’re not getting is content going viral to a massive audience. Mastodon is thinly populated at this time. So we’re decidedly not there for the reach but because we see clear affinities with our openness ambitions, because the platform’s open architecture may allow for really interesting re-use/automatisation and because there might be a time where the current social media behemoths lose steam. In which case our mastodon riding skills may well come in handy.

We’re starting small. But we see great potential – not least for joining forces across museums and other fine cultural institutions. French cultural institutions are getting together at ReseauCulture.fr – and perhaps Danish/Nordic ones should look very closely at that model. Hit us up if you’d like to talk! 🤗

🏠 SMK on Mastodon (we speak Danish)

Our first Mastodon post