Our latest patch version contains a few important fixes, including one for the Export page (#1703), which broke with our last release (v0.17).

It also adds an important new command-line tool for admins to easily clear out accounts in a single mass action (#1705). This is especially useful for instances that were affected by a vulnerability that still allowed account registrations on closed servers (v0.16 or earlier).

Download v0.17.1 now, and read on to see what’s new in this version.

User-Facing Changes

• Fix Export page rendering, regression in v0.17, by @thebaer in #1703
• Fix nodeinfo Active User stats for SQLite-backed instances by @thebaer in #1704

Admin-Facing Changes

• Add mass user management via command-line by @thebaer in #1705
• Prompt user to turn on automatic update checking during config start by @thebaer in #1706
• Fix Updates tab not showing in the Admin Dashboard for single-user instances, by @thebaer in #1706
• Show indicator on Admin Dashboard menu item when an update is available, by @thebaer in #1706

Dependencies and minor fixes

• Bump docker/build-push-action from 7.2.0 to 7.3.0 by @dependabot[bot] in #1691
• Bump docker/metadata-action from 6.1.0 to 6.2.0 by @dependabot[bot] in #1696
• Bump docker/setup-buildx-action from 4.1.0 to 4.2.0 by @dependabot[bot] in #1694

Upgrading from v0.17.x or earlier

1. Download the latest release for your operating system and architecture
2. Stop running your writefreely server
3. Replace all files in your installation (except for the keys directory) with the ones in the archive
4. (Only when upgrading from < v0.17) Update your database by running: writefreely db migrate
5. Start your writefreely server again

If you're upgrading from a much earlier version, follow the instructions in each previous release.

#WriteFreely #release

You backed off the feed. The runoff numbers looked high, the tips looked crispy, so you did what every guide says to do when a plant looks overfed: you gave it less. A week later the leaf edges are worse – browner, drier, curling up like burnt paper.

That is the trap with potassium. The classic symptom, scorched leaf margins, looks exactly like the thing you would treat by feeding less. But a potassium-deficient plant is starving, not overfed, and cutting the feed pushes it further down.

This guide covers what potassium deficiency actually looks like on a cannabis plant, why it gets mistaken for nutrient burn and magnesium deficiency, and how to fix it without making the wrong move first.

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Quick Identification

Potassium deficiency in cannabis shows up first on the older, lower leaves as yellowing at the leaf edges that browns into dry, crispy margins – a “burnt edge” look – often with rust-colored brown spots scattered across the leaf. Because potassium is a mobile nutrient, the plant pulls it out of old growth to feed new growth, so the bottom of the plant suffers first while the top still looks healthy.

Quick checklist: – Damage starts on LOWER, older leaves – Leaf EDGES and tips scorch brown and dry before the center – Rust or bronze-colored spots freckle the leaf – New top growth still looks fine early on – Whole-plant growth slows and stems may weaken

If the burnt edges are on new top growth, or every leaf tip on the plant is burning at once right after a heavy feed, it is more likely nutrient burn than potassium deficiency.

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Why Potassium Matters

Potassium does not build tissue the way nitrogen does. It runs the plant's plumbing. It regulates how the stomata open and close, moves sugars from the leaves to the buds, controls water pressure inside the cells, and helps the plant hold up under heat and drought stress. During flowering, demand climbs because the plant is shipping energy into bud production.

When potassium runs short, the plant triages. It strips the mineral out of its oldest leaves and sends it to the newest growth and the flowers. That is why the damage marches from the bottom up, and why a plant can look fine at the canopy while the lower fan leaves crisp and die.

Common Triggers

Low potassium in the feed is only one cause, and often not the real one. More common culprits:

• pH out of range. Potassium uptake is best in the roughly 6.0 to 7.0 range in soil and 5.5 to 6.5 in hydro. Drift outside that and the plant cannot absorb the potassium that is already there.
• Nutrient lockout from salt buildup. Heavy feeding leaves salts in the medium that block uptake. Ironic, but overfeeding can cause a deficiency.
• Cation competition. Too much calcium, magnesium, or sodium competes with potassium at the root and crowds it out.
• Cold root zone or overwatering. Both slow root function and reduce how much potassium the plant can pull in.

The takeaway: reach for a pH pen before you reach for a potassium supplement. A lockout looks identical to a shortage on the leaf, and dumping more potassium into a locked-out plant only adds to the salt problem.

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Visual Symptoms by Stage

Early Signs

• Faint yellowing along the edges of lower fan leaves
• The very tips of some lower leaves start to look dry or singed
• Growth is a little slower than you would expect, though nothing dramatic yet

At this stage it is easy to miss or to write off as light stress or general aging.

Moderate Symptoms

• Leaf margins turn brown and crispy while the center of the leaf stays greener
• Rust-colored or bronze spots appear between the veins and toward the edges
• Edges curl upward and the leaf feels dry and papery
• The damage is clearly worse on the lower half of the plant

Severe / Advanced

• Whole lower leaves brown, curl, and die back
• Rust spotting spreads and merges into dead patches
• Stems weaken and the plant loses vigor
• In flower, bud development stalls and yields take a real hit

Potassium deficiency in late flower is especially costly because that is exactly when the plant needs potassium to fill out buds.

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How to Distinguish From Similar Issues

Three problems get confused with potassium deficiency because they all involve burning or spotting. The differences are in the location and the pattern.

Symptom	Potassium deficiency	Nutrient burn	Magnesium deficiency
Where on plant	Lower, older leaves	Often new/top growth first	Lower, older leaves
Where on leaf	Edges and tips scorch, rust spots	Leaf tips only, then edges	Between the veins, spreading in
Color pattern	Yellow edges to brown crisp + rust flecks	Bright brown/yellow tip burn	Yellow between green veins
Veins	Can stay green early	Green	Stay distinctly green
Recent cause	Slowing growth, high salts, pH drift	Just fed heavy, high runoff EC	RO water, cal-mag stripped out
The tell	Rust spots + edge scorch on old leaves	Symmetrical tip burn after a strong feed	Clean interveinal yellowing, no rust

The single most useful distinction: nutrient burn starts at the leaf tips and is tied to a heavy feed; potassium deficiency scorches the whole margin of older leaves and comes with rust-colored spotting. And where magnesium deficiency leaves clean yellow tissue between green veins, potassium adds that bronze, freckled, burnt-edge character on top.

This mimic problem is exactly why a wide-angle photo and a gut call so often go wrong. A burnt lower leaf could be three different problems, and the right fix for one makes another worse.

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Treatment and Prevention

Immediate Steps

1. Check pH first. Test your runoff or reservoir. If it is out of range, correct it before touching the feed. This alone resolves a large share of “deficiencies” that are really lockouts.
2. Flush if salts are high. If runoff EC is high, flush the medium with pH-corrected water to clear the buildup, then resume feeding at a moderate strength.
3. Supply potassium in a balanced form. Once pH and salts are sorted, feed a bloom-oriented nutrient with adequate potassium. Do not mega-dose – excess potassium blocks calcium and magnesium.
4. Leave the damaged leaves. Scorched tissue will not heal. Watch the new lower growth to confirm the problem has stopped spreading.

Long-term Prevention

• Keep pH in the target band consistently – most potassium problems are uptake problems, not supply problems
• Match feed strength to the plant's stage; flowering needs more potassium than veg
• Avoid over-supplementing calcium and magnesium, which compete with potassium
• Watch the lower canopy – it is your early warning system for every mobile-nutrient issue

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How AI Detection Helps

The hard part of potassium deficiency is not treating it. It is catching it early and correctly, before you make the nutrient-burn mistake and starve the plant further.

PlantLab is built for that first read. You photograph the plant, and the model screens plant health and flags the pattern it sees – so a scorched lower leaf gets read as a specific deficiency signal rather than a vague “something's off.” The health screen runs at 98.4% balanced accuracy on held-out images, and cannabis verification at 99.96%, in about 18 milliseconds per image. With multi-plant support, a wide tent shot returns one read per plant instead of a single averaged guess, which matters when one plant is starving and the one beside it is fine.

It is a second opinion that does not default to “CalMag.” You still make the call and check the pH – the model just points you at the right suspect faster.

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FAQ

What does potassium deficiency look like in cannabis? It shows up on the older, lower leaves as yellowing at the edges that browns into crispy, scorched margins, usually with rust-colored or bronze spots scattered across the leaf. New top growth stays healthy early because the plant moves potassium to where it needs it most.

How do I tell potassium deficiency from nutrient burn? Nutrient burn starts at the leaf tips, hits new growth too, and follows a heavy feed. Potassium deficiency scorches the whole margin of older, lower leaves and comes with rust-colored spotting. If you just fed strong and the tips are burning symmetrically, suspect burn; if lower leaves are freckling and edge-scorching over time, suspect potassium.

Is it potassium or magnesium deficiency? Both hit older leaves, but magnesium leaves clean yellowing between green veins with no burnt edges, while potassium adds bronze rust spots and scorched margins. Magnesium is the cleaner interveinal look; potassium is the burnt, freckled one.

Can overfeeding cause potassium deficiency? Yes, indirectly. Heavy feeding leaves salts in the medium that lock out uptake, and excess calcium or magnesium competes with potassium at the root. The leaf reads as a shortage even when there is plenty of potassium present, which is why you check pH and runoff before adding more.

Will damaged leaves recover? No. Scorched and spotted tissue will not turn green again. Fix the cause and judge success by whether the newer lower leaves stop developing the same symptoms.

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Boy am I tired today. In the ups and downs of everything it is also a family member’s birthday and I have not had the capacity to bake a cake.

My dog seems sleepy and tired today. She looks better than yesterday, but she may still be coming out of being put under anesthesia. I hope she recovers a little more and bounces back like she did last time. I tried getting some rest, but the matter of the fact is that I have been restless for 3-4 days now and staying up late with her did not even seem to faze me a little.

I need to get to work and plan out the next few days. I need a more structured plan. I feel motivated today so I will try to get on that as best as I can.

Thank you for your message. I am currently out of office with no set return date. I will get back to you when the time is right.

We made the difficult decision of doing the procedure on my dog again. I don’t know if it was the right call – financially, emotionally, whatever it is doing to her – but that is where we are now. We spent six hours at the emergency vet because there were some other more severe cases that needed to be seen before her. She did great though and came out of it like a champion. They did not remove as much fluid as the first time – possibly because we brought her in much earlier.

We have decided to set a date to put her to sleep rather than wait for this to happen again. Unless, of course, she gets worse again before the date we chose.

During that entire time, I was brainstorming tons of ideas and was frustrated that I did not have my computer with me to research and jot things down. Maybe tomorrow after some rest I can remember some of the things.

Thank you for your message. I am currently out of office with no set return date. I will get back to you when the time is right.

Gone through the bunker... Rafters pigment fads' reverence of a looping lasso. Round and around — caught! Get down! Sand on sand, clustered, throat-clogging expanse. Doom the rotten! Doom begotten! Doom the room that flips lapsed bandwidth. Every message is a citadel forgotten... A memory misplaced... A lie within the truth of a lie critiquing understanding... Life's apprehending all of man's refusal to ascend. All that bend beyond the rend. All who call the lull a withdrawal a sin. All who spin just to recycle the loss of a win. Let's pretend! Let's make amends! Let's... ...this is the end.

Written July 20,2026. © 2026 AnOublietteofThought.

Caution: This is a post about me switching from one markdown editor to another. If that sounds boring, read no further.

So check it out. I have a 16” laptop I mostly keep at home on my desk. It’s a $600ish Lenovo IdeaPad with a monitor, keyboard, and other peripherals plugged into it. I’ll sometimes bring it with me when traveling, but not when day to day commuting. I pretty much use it as one would a desktop.

When day to day commuting, I have a $170ish 14” HP laptop on me at almost all times. It’s light, and the specs are about as basic as a laptop gets by today’s standards. That’s a deliberate choice on my part. The idea is for that one to be almost exclusively a word processor.

And, I have an iPhone.

I wrote a little about this recently but to recap, I do most of my writing with Word and OneNote on all three machines and that writing is synced up with Microsoft OneDrive. I really like Word and OneNote, but neither of them are markdown friendly, so I developed a bad habit of drafting for this blog directly into the CMS instead of there. So, I got back into drafting for the blog with IA Writer. The idea is I draft there, save as .md or .txt, and publish here. IA Writer is a fantastic markdown editor, but I hit a brick wall with sync between the phone and the PCs for a variety of reasons that I don’t feel like getting too into. Maybe if I used OneDrive for everything or iCloud for everything, this wouldn’t be an issue, or maybe if I could install iCloud on the HP machine this wouldn’t be an issue -I technically can, but that machine doesn’t really have the horsepower for much use as something other than a word processor. And that, the cross platform sync issue isn’t a failure on the part of IA Writer, it’s about the idiosyncratic way I save my stuff and I will go no further into that because I’m boring myself just thinking about it. Alls I’m sayin’ is this post isn’t a dig against IA Writer.

If Word or OneNote were markdown friendly, or if Microsoft were to release an ios app for their NotePad software which is markdown friendly now, I could just use one of those and when that day comes I probably will, but in the meantime I found something else that solves the problem for now.

I’d heard good things from friends about Obsidian, and I’d read good things about StandardNotes on the write.as discussion forums. StandardNotes seemed simpler so I’ve been trying it out for the last day or so.

StandardNotes is owned by Proton. Proton’s thing is super duper encryption features. At press time, I really couldn’t care less about the super duper encryption but what I do care about is it seems to tick all the boxes of what I want in a markdown editor:

• Little to no set up toggling

• Little to no toggling in general

• Little to no learning curve -the whole point of markdown is it’s easy.

• a side by side edit/view option -I’d been spoiled by this feature in IA Writer and now I really would prefer not to use anything that doesn’t have this.

• an ios app

• a Windows app

• a web app -I wasn’t looking for it, but I love it. I’m a big fan of web apps. When people make stuff for the web, they’re making stuff for everybody. So far I haven’t encountered anything the web app can’t do that the other apps can, including the side by side edit/view. Awesome.

• reliable cross platform sync that isn’t a pain in the ass.

So far so good and it seems to do what I need it to do, and there was nothing else I’ve found that ticks all of those boxes. Although I’m a little resentful about getting yet another thing, for now, I’ve made peace with that.

-Ira

Looking into a new sketchbook

Dear Aunt Martha, Today would have been your 100th birthday. I hope it finds you singing songs to Jesus with the heavenly choir, like you always said you wanted to. It took us a couple of days after the storm hit to clear the road well enough to get to the house. By then, FEMA had switched from rescue to recovery. The river had gone back to where it belonged, leaving tons of silt and a few bodies behind. We found that young couple from upriver, their dog, and the baby huddled together still inside their expensive new Jeep lodged between the outcroppings at the fishing hole. It wasn’t pretty. Caleb said he thought you died before the storm hit. You were in your chair on the porch with your Bible in your lap and the house had not been prepped for weather. Widows were open, and some rain had blown in, but the old place had not been damaged. Patches was in the middle of your bed with a new litter of kittens. Some civil engineer with a Yankee accent kept walking around the place muttering to himself. When I asked him what was wrong, he went on and on about how great-grandpa had built it to cooperate with nature instead of dominating it and ranted about the hubris of the construction industry. Caleb spit tobacco juice on the ground and said, “Maybe this time you damned flatlanders will learn a thing or two.” Feelings are still running high in the valley 5 years after the hurricane. People grumble that the big tourist towns got most of the help and some are still living in temporary trailers. These old mountains still grab the clouds and squeeze them, reminding too many of what it was like before what we thought would last forever was blown away. It’s raining today, the same steady, hypnotic drizzle that set in before the hurricane came along. Everyone in the neighborhood has a radio tuned to the weather channel now and they get nervous whenever they hear thunder. They finally finished rebuilding the bridge and we can get back and forth into town quicker than taking the detour through Dutch Falls . I quit my job in California and moved into the cabin as soon as the courts said it was legally mine, but it took a while. I haven’t finished unpacking yet. Thank you for remembering me in your will. I was away too long. I didn’t realize how much I had changed until I was buying gas at a convenience store in town. The kid behind the register gave me the side-eye, up and down look before saying, “You ain’t from around here, are ya?” His attitude changed when I told him who my grandparents were. But I’m not so sure if I fit in anymore. I hadn’t seen Caleb since before I left, when I met up with him to get to your place after the storm he said, “You put on shoes and went to town, didn’t ya? I hope ya didn’t get too big for your raising.” Since moving back to the valley I’ve been faced with ingrained attitudes inherited from family about those who are different and unfamiliar. I thought they had been erased until I came back to my “roots.” It hit home. People in these hills remember history. To many post Civil War Reconstruction was yesterday. Family karma is passed down in subtle, social ways, too often unconscious until we take active measures to uncover them. It’s not easy and most folk don’t want to spend the time and energy to do it. I thought leaving would fix things. I had to manufacture anger like most young people do and I don’t think I ever fully separated. Life felt claustrophobic and I was not ready to marry a local boy and start spitting out babies. I wanted more glamour and excitement than that, yet your letters and care packages were my secret comforts. I reminisced about the hills under a pen name and managed to survive college by waiting tables. A PhD, three husbands, and a career teaching never filled the empty spaces in my heart. When I traveled for book tours, spending large amounts of time in cities up north and out west, I resented being treated like an exhibit in a zoo. It sometimes came in hand to have people automatically subtract 30 points from my IQ as soon as I opened my mouth. Most often it came from the “professionals”, the educated social climbers, I encountered. They have asked me whether we wear shoes where I come from and if the movie, Deliverance, was a true story. Some dared ask if I belong to the Ku Klux Klan. Gentrification is coming into these old backwaters much too fast. I was hoping it would take much longer for the tourists to find us. Last time I saw Caleb, he said that his bull had cornered a group of hikers up into some trees at the edge of the pasture. Apparently, they didn’t read the no-trespassing signs. Edith Hartwell caught a SUV with Florida plates parked beside her garden and a couple of strangers helping themselves to the corn and tomatoes. Locals won’t shop at the old store across the valley anymore since the Wilsons sold it to those people from up north. Last I heard they were opening branches in larger towns and selling nostalgia along with the horehound candy, fishing rods, and cast -iron pans. I find myself walking in the space between being a local and an outsider. I became “gentrified” through education and experience and no longer fit into a defined tribe. I think Caleb is still mad at me because I refused to marry him straight out of high school, but it’s good to see that he found a nice wife and sturdy children. Somewhere along the way I became a Zen student and I wonder how my practice will fit into my new lifestyle. Should I turn the farm into a retreat space or monastery? That feels too much like how the Wilson’s treated the old store. Thanks to Zoom, I can continue meeting with Roshi and the sangha as long as a bird doesn’t light onto one of the wires or a squirrel doesn’t short out a transformer. I could ramble on for hours and too many pages, but the sun is going down and I need to feed the chickens. Patches’ progeny are nagging me for their gushy food and I’m hungry. Instead of sitting on the porch with a Bible, I sit in your chair with a sutra or a koan. There’s not much difference between the two. I hope your celestial choir practice goes well and you get a break to peek down over the edge of a cloud once in a while to check on me. Much love, more later. Geneva

A retro-styled wristwatch, a Timex T-80 Digital watch, Pelikan, Waterman and Conklin Fountain Pens.

I've posited elsewhere that I have become something of a “techno curmudgeon” — that is someone who has serious reservations about technology, and therefore has adopted older technology. And yes, that is one possible connection between Fountain Pens and Wristwatches, but there is something else that I feel connects them, and other things that I am interested in.

So, I am not certain if this will be a series of posts or not, but sometimes I think there are things that are connected in non-obvious ways. And, hopefully those connections are worthwhile examining.

Necessities Turned Luxuries

While it is quite a niche item these days, when people think of Fountain Pens, they most likely think of Montblanc. Maybe Pelikan, or possibly Conway Stewart. Wristwatches are a little less niche, but most people are still likely to think of luxury brands: Rolex, Omega, Patek Philippe, possibly Audemars Piguet or Cartier.

But there was a time when these items weren't luxuries, and it wasn't all that long ago. That's what I want to talk about just a bit.

When Fountain Pens Were Essential

Fountain pens were pretty essential items up to around the invention of the ballpoint pen. Brands like Waterman, Parker, and Conklin were some of the most recognized in the world. These weren't the luxury items they would become.

The invention of the ballpoint pen can be traced back to John Loud's 1888 patent. However, the initial design for a ballpoint pen were not commercially successful. The primary idea was that a ball-and-socket would be used to deliver ink to a surface. Loud's primary motivation for this design was to be able to write on rough surfaces that a fountain pen was not capable of handling. However, the design proved too rough to use on paper, and so it wasn't a viable product.

It wouldn't be until Laszlo Biro and his brother Gyrogy were able to perfect the formulation of ink, and make it work with the ball-and-socket mechanism for the modern ballpoint pen to be invented. This was in 1943, which, of course was during World War II. It wasn't until after the war that these pens started to proliferate.

Prior to the invention of the Biro (and later Cristal) pen, fountain pens were the primary writing tool.

When Watches Were Essential

The history of mechanical wristwatches is a little more complicated. It wasn't until the 17th century that the hairspring was invented, which led to the creation of reasonably accurate timekeeping devices in the 18th century. However, aside from some particular uses, the modern wristwatch really didn't become a common item until the 20th century. What about the 19th century? Men mostly carried pocket (or fob) watches, which wristwatches were for women.

However, in the 1970 there was a new type of wristwatch: the quartz wristwatch. First brought to market by Seiko on January 31st, 1969 with the Astron, quartz wristwatches quickly started eroding the mechanical watch market. And about a decade later, quartz digital watches would become a new, futuristic force in wristwatches. This disruption to the market forced many mechanical watchmakers out of business, while those that survived found themselves moving into the luxury category.

Brands like Seiko, Citizen, Casio, Timex and Armitron became some of the biggest names in watches during this period in the United States. And they still are today, although the invention of cellphones and smartwatches has largely supplanted both the mechanical and quartz watch industries.

However, the interesting side to this is quartz and digital watches have not completely moved into the luxury market segment the way mechanical watches have. Many of the brands known for their quartz watches offer a range of items from everyday watches, all the way to luxury watches.

Conclusion

I think it's interesting that the items that were at one time essential, but now are seen as either obsolete or luxury items have been making something of a comeback. Don't get me know, I have no illusion that they will ever return to the prominence they had during the 18th-20th centuries. But, it seems as time and technology marches along in the 21st century there are more people looking back to the past technology, and picking up on the items that were essential and embracing them again.

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17 July 2026

“The Moon” by David Berman

The Moon

A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others.

In 206 a dog sleeps by the stove where a small gas leak causes him to have visions; visions that are rooted in nothing but gas.

Next door, a man who has decided to buy a car part by part excitedly unpacks a wheel and an ashtray.

He arranges them every which way. It's really beginning to take shape.

Out the garage window he sees a group of ugly children enter the forest. Their mouths look like coin slots.

A neighbor plays keyboards in a local cover band. Preparing for an engagement at the high school prom,

they pack their equipment in silence.

Last night they played the Police Academy Ball and all the officers slow-danced with target range silhouettes.

This year the theme for the prom is the Tetragrammaton.

A yellow Corsair sails through the disco parking lot and swaying palms presage the lot of young libertines.

Inside the car a young lady wears a corsage of bullet-sized rodents. Her date, the handsome cornerback, stretches his talons over the molded steering wheel.

They park and walk into the lush starlit gardens behind the disco just as the band is striking up.

Their keen eyes and ears twitch. The other couples look beautiful tonight. They stroll around listening to the brilliant conversation. The passionate speeches.

Clouds drift across the silverware. There is red larkspur, blue gum, and ivy. A boy kneels before his date.

And the moon, I forgot to mention the moon.

Wassermelone – 10. Juli

Heute hatte ich einen sehr ruhigen Tag, und nach den gestrigen Emotionen war das sehr erleichternd. Unsere Kollegin Constanze hat eine schöne Wassermelone ins Büro mitgebracht und sie mit selbst angebauter Pfefferminze vorbereitet. Das war eine sehr schöne Entdeckung. Ich mag Wassermelonen sehr, aber sie sind etwas kompliziert fürs Essen vorzubereiten. Deswegen fand ich es eine sehr schöne Idee, die geschnittenen Stücke mit frischer Pfefferminze zu mischen, sodass sie noch einen frischen Geruch bekommen.

Der Sommer ist für mich mit einigen traditionellen Sachen verbunden, unter denen die wichtigsten Schwimmen im See, Eis und Wassermelone sind. Das Meer gehört für mich nicht so selbstverständlich zum Sommer wie genug Wassermelone und Schwimmen im See. Und da Schwimmen für mich hier noch nicht so erreichbar ist, esse ich fast täglich Wassermelone! Wenigstens eines der wichtigen Elemente für einen perfekten Sommer ist damit aktiviert.

Fast jeden Tag kaufe ich hier eine kleine Wassermelone und habe im Hotel mein wunderschönes Ritual: im Sessel sitzen und diesen sommerlichen Prozess genießen! Man muss ständig die Wassermelone schneiden und essen und schneiden ... Die Hände sind nass und klebrig, der Bauch voller Flüssigkeit, und das Beste ist, dass diese Freude sogar im Hotelzimmer erreichbar ist! Einen großen Teller und ein Messer haben wir inzwischen auch. Außer Sandwiches und Wassermelone haben wir hier keine weiteren kulinarischen Besonderheiten.

Da ich heute schon so detailliert auf kulinarische Freuden und Herausforderungen eingegangen bin, muss ich noch hinzufügen, dass für einen echten Litauer das Leben ohne normales Brot sehr schwierig ist! Wir haben in Litauen eine ganz bestimmte Brotsorte, die international nicht unbedingt so verbreitet ist. Unser traditionelles Brot ist dunkel und hat einen starken Geruch und Geschmack. Hier kann man in den Läden natürlich auch Brot finden, auch ganz dunkles, aber es riecht nicht so ... Nicht so litauisch.

Wir haben auch ziemlich hohe Anforderungen nicht nur an dunkles, sondern auch an weißes Brot, das ebenfalls schön und frisch riechen muss. Hier in Berlin finde ich meistens geruchloses Brot, und das ist für mich ungefähr dasselbe, als würde ein Mensch ohne Intonation und Emotionen sprechen.

Also vermisse ich das Brot! Aber noch nicht so stark. Besonders im Sommer, wenn es so viele Wassermelonen gibt.

Übrigens muss ich hinzufügen, dass ich auch viele andere essbare Vorteile hier in Deutschland sehr schön finde und zu schätzen weiß. Erstens ist es hier beliebt, dieses halbgebackene Brot zu verkaufen, das man zu Hause selbst fertigbacken kann, und das finde ich sehr schön. Natürlich nicht für jemanden, der im Hotel lebt, aber grundsätzlich muss man sich darüber wirklich freuen.

Außerdem gibt es hier eine große Auswahl an leckeren vegetarischen Produkten, die in Litauen nicht so vielfältig ist. Angefangen bei allen möglichen vegetarischen Würstchen bis hin zu veganem Käse, Lachs und vielem anderen.

Meine Assistenten sind allerdings sehr klug und können diese vegetarischen Produkte sofort unterscheiden. Mindaugas sagte zum Beispiel, dass eine Sorte Würstchen genauso riecht wie die „echten“ Fleischwürstchen. Aber nicht für Begemotas und Pipiras. Ich versuchte, beide mit meinen Leckereien zu verwöhnen, aber sie wollten sie nicht einmal nehmen. Also sind sie beim Essen wohl eher Mindaugas' Freunde.

Noch eine schöne Sache: Hier in Schöneweide gibt es ein sehr gutes Burger-Café! Oder vielleicht eine Burgerei? Wenn wir eine Wäscherei und eine Bäckerei haben, dann können wir doch auch Burgerei sagen? Auf jeden Fall haben wir am Abend einen Burger mit Halloumi probiert, und der war viel besser als diese geschmacklosen Burger von McDonald's!

Am Wochenende werde ich sehr wenig machen, mich vielleicht nur ein bisschen mit meinem Schreiben beschäftigen und noch mit meinen iMovie-Studien. Und nächste Woche ist unser Büro im Urlaub, aber ich werde trotzdem manchmal hierherkommen, weil das Internet nur hier wirklich gut funktioniert. Im Hotel haben wir damit auch einige Herausforderungen.

Aber dort, wo es gute Burger, eine gute Eismanufaktur und noch dazu funktionierendes Internet gibt, kann ich auch lernen und arbeiten!

You fan my fire. You have access to my love and passion. You flaunt me in front of your peers. You benefit and feed off my energy. You love the idea of me. But when it counts, you bail out. You run away. You don’t have the capacity to match my depth. I find myself frustrated and unfulfilled. A relationship with you is transactional. I look back. It has always been that way.

It’s been a while since I’ve written something of substance I feel like so I guess today is that day. I feel like I’m more and more coming towards the conclusion that I am not really interested in K In the way that I would hope I would be for a partner and I know that my brain can be irrational and I’m kind of feeling a little bit low right now and so I’m not rushing to anything and I’m waiting for my therapy session to talk friends and such, but I feel like she hasn’t even done anything to egregiously wrong, but there’s just enough things that I realize it isn’t really what I’m looking for. I really dislike the fact that I just am not attracted to her in the way that I thought I was if I’m being honest. We went to the waterpark for our first day and I just didn’t really find myself attracted to her. I also thought she was a more confident person on first impression and more extroverted, but as I got to know her a little bit more, I recognize from the things that she said how she does still struggle with insecurities, and generally isn’t that extroverted or social. And I recognize that in my mind it more drifts towards Oh. I can fix that rather than it be something where I feel like wow that’s like admirable and I would like to be more like that. I also feel like she heavily depends on the friend group that she has, and that’s kind of it. She’s also pretty introverted according to her and doesn’t feel like that up with the kind of person that is best for me. I also feel like she is trying hard to get me to like her, which is nice, but at the same time it feels like it’s almost like she feels like I’m out of her league. And I kind of feel that way in someway. And I feel like myself I am settling for someone that is a really bad sign, enough for me to seriously reconsider everything. Especially this early on. I know that I’m also just not really feeling good so everything would be great, but I find myself almost avoiding her texts or dreading them. I find myself thinking about Moore and More how I can reject her or let her down easily with the minimal amount of pain to her. And I find more and more reasons to call it off rather than to continue. I think I will go on a second date, but I really don’t know if I see this as a relationship.

It sucks both because I feel bad for her, because I think she is really cool and personality wise. I think we get along pretty well, but I just can’t help myself from not really feeling attracted to her or being interested in her in that way. And I wish I could, but at the same time I still feel like I’m settling, and I feel like it would be one of those things where I would feel like I am punching down in someway. I just feel like if I have the option to swap lives with her I would never make that choice. And I feel like the fact that I don’t even consider that for a second makes me concerned. And I feel like a shitty person, even though I know that I’m kind of writing this to no one, but it really does feel like I am out of her league. I hate how much I’m stating that, but I guess it’s because I feel like I haven’t yet found the words to convey it in a way that I feel happy with. And I feel really vain and shallow, but I just don’t find myself interested in her, and it feels more like she is someone who wouldn’t really have a separate life aside for me that I would find fascinating. I feel like she meets a lot of the criteria for some of the basics I’m looking for, like kindness, a level of independence, and humor to some extent. But when I think about someone coming along in the future, that really does line up with a lot of the things that I want rather than the necessities, I feel like I would want to be with them rather than my existing partner if I decided to date K. And that is fucked up and not the kind of situation I would want to be in, and the fact that I don’t feel like K is that person to begin with is enough of an indication that I should listen to that. I still want to at least go in a second date and talk with my therapist, of course, but I feel like I’m more and more making up my mind.

Freundinnen & Freunde der Weisheit! Entscheidungen zu treffen ist nicht immer einfach. Oft stellt sich im Nachhinein heraus, dass wir uns geirrt haben. Solche eigenen Fehlentscheidungen nehmen wir jedoch weniger schlimm wahr als solche, die wir aufgrund schlechter Ratschläge von aussen treffen. Wie können wir also „besser” entscheiden?

Eine Studie der Cornell University zeigt, dass Menschen sich tendenziell schlechter fühlen, wenn sie aufgrund von Ratschlägen falsche Entscheidungen treffen, als wenn sie auf eigene Faust eine schlechte Wahl treffen. Die Forscher wollten herausfinden, ob Menschen mehr Reue empfinden, wenn sie falsche Entscheidungen aufgrund externer Ratschläge treffen, oder ob sie sich bei eigenen Fehlentscheidungen eher mit Pech abfinden. Das Ergebnis: Wer auf seinen eigenen Instinkt hört, fühlt sich langfristig besser – selbst wenn die Entscheidung nicht zum gewünschten Ergebnis führt.

Die Studie ergab, dass Menschen, die nach einem schlechten Rat eine ungünstige Entscheidung trafen, häufiger Reue empfanden, während diejenigen, die ohne äusseren Einfluss falsch entschieden, dies eher auf Zufall oder Pech zurückführten. Die Forscher betonen, dass es wichtig sei, den eigenen Überzeugungen zu folgen und Ratschläge kritisch zu hinterfragen. Viele Menschen nehmen an, dass ein Rat von aussen die Verantwortung mindert – tatsächlich fühlen sie sich aber schlechter, wenn sie sich gegen ihr eigenes Bauchgefühl entscheiden.

Die Autoren empfehlen eine dreiteilige Strategie für bessere Entscheidungen: Erstens sollte man die eigene Kompetenz einschätzen und überlegen, ob man in einem bestimmten Bereich über fundiertes Wissen verfügt. Zweitens ist es entscheidend, zu prüfen, ob der Rat von einer kompetenten und gut informierten Person stammt, die die eigene Situation richtig versteht. Drittens sollte man den Wert der Entscheidung selbst hinterfragen – wenn es um Kleinigkeiten geht, lohnt sich ein intensives Abwägen oft nicht. Letztlich stärkt es die eigene Zufriedenheit, die Verantwortung für Entscheidungen selbst zu übernehmen und dabei auf die eigene Intuition zu vertrauen.

Denkanstoss zum Wochenbeginn

„Wer nur redet, bringt sich um das grosse Vergnügen, zu schweigen.“ – W. Somersett Maugham (1874–1965)

ProductivityPorn-Tipp der Woche: Produktives Prokrastinieren

Wenn Du schon prokrastinierst, dann sinnvoll! Nutze diese Zeit für kleinere, weniger anspruchsvolle Aufgaben, anstatt ziellos durch Social Media zu scrollen.

Aus dem Archiv: Die radikale Tugend der Gelassenheit

Kaum ist das Handy entsperrt, prasseln sie auf uns ein: Nachrichten, Meinungen, Bilder, Konflikte. Was als kurzer Blick auf die Uhr begann, endet oft in einem rastlosen Zappen durch Krisen, Konflikte und Konsum. Zwischen Schlagzeilen, Mitteilungen und algorithmisch kuratierten Ablenkungen verliere ich leicht das Gefühl für das, was mir wirklich wichtig ist. Der Tag beginnt im Reizmodus – und nicht selten bleibt er dort. In solchen Momenten spüre ich, wie weit ich von dem entfernt bin, was ich eigentlich suche: einen ruhigen, klaren Blick – kurz: Gelassenheit. Doch was heisst das eigentlich? Und wie kann man sie finden, ohne sich in Gleichgültigkeit zu verlieren?

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Hay personas que nacen con muy poco y, aun así, pasan la vida regalando mucho.

Mi abuelita fue una de ellas. Se llamó Pilar Deleón.

Nació en la generación de 1926 en El Salvador, una época en la que la pobreza no era una excepción, sino el paisaje cotidiano. Creció en Santiago Texacuango, entre carencias, con muy pocas oportunidades y sin aprender a leer ni a escribir. Desde los siete años fue abandonada a su suerte en el centro de San Salvador, porque su familia no podía mantenerla a ella y otra hermana en casa. Supongo que así se hacía en ese tiempo, me toca suponer porque ella no podía hablar del tema sin llorar.

La vida no le dio comodidad, pero le enseñó una fortaleza silenciosa. Nunca tuvo grandes bienes. Su riqueza era otra.

Era el plato de comida que siempre aparecía cuando uno llegaba a su casa. Eran los cuentos que parecían infinitos, a pesar de no poder leer. Era el cariño que hacía sentir importante a cualquiera de sus nietos, mis hermanos Claudia y Nelsón. Y, cuando podía, hasta sacaba unas monedas de donde parecía imposible para dárnoslas con una sonrisa.

Hoy, de adulto, entiendo que ese dinero no era poco porque valiera poco. Era enorme porque representaba una parte de todo lo que ella tenía.

La recuerdo sencilla. Sin pretensiones. Sin necesidad de impresionar a nadie. Su vida fue dura, pero nunca permitió que la dureza se convirtiera en amargura. Conservó un corazón generoso hasta el final.

A veces pienso que las personas como ella construyeron este país sin aparecer en los libros de historia. Mujeres que levantaron familias enteras con trabajo, paciencia y un amor que nunca pidió reconocimiento.

Cuando veo esta fotografía no recuerdo la pobreza. Recuerdo la abundancia.

La abundancia de una mesa donde siempre había un espacio para mí.

La abundancia de una infancia llena de cuentos.

La abundancia de un abrazo que hacía sentir que todo iba a estar bien.

Y entiendo que hay personas cuya herencia no se mide en propiedades ni en cuentas bancarias.

Se mide en el tipo de ser humano que ayudaron a formar.

Gracias, abuelita. Porque, sin saber leer un libro, me enseñaste algunas de las lecciones más importantes de la vida.

A veces una canción aparece sin aviso.

No la buscamos. No sabemos todavía qué quiere decirnos. Simplemente comienza a sonar y, de alguna manera, encuentra palabras para algo que nosotros apenas estamos aprendiendo a nombrar.

Eso me pasó con Apocalypse, de Cigarettes After Sex.

La canción comienza con una imagen de destrucción: puentes que se derrumban, ciudades que se convierten en polvo, helicópteros que caen sobre el océano. Todo parece pertenecer al final de una película, a una escena observada desde muy lejos.

Pero quizás no habla del fin del mundo.

Quizás habla del final de un mundo.

Mientras la escuchaba, imaginé a una mujer saliendo de los escombros de una ciudad. No se trata necesariamente de una ciudad real, sino de la vida que conocía: una relación, una época, una versión de sí misma que ya no puede sostenerse.

Todo aquello que alguna vez pareció firme ahora se está deshaciendo.

Hay algo particularmente inquietante en la imagen de alguien que observa y filma la destrucción. Me hizo pensar en la manera en que a veces contemplamos nuestro pasado: repetimos las escenas, volvemos a los mismos recuerdos y tratamos de entender en qué momento comenzó a caer todo.

La ciudad ya desapareció, pero uno continúa mirándola.

Vivir entre las ruinas

El centro emocional de la canción aparece cuando el narrador reconoce que ella lleva demasiado tiempo encerrada y que todavía no puede despedirse.

Me parece que allí está la verdadera dificultad de algunos finales. No siempre basta con que algo termine en la realidad. También tiene que terminar dentro de nosotros.

Podemos alejarnos de un lugar y seguir viviendo mentalmente en él. Podemos aceptar que una relación terminó y continuar conversando con sus fantasmas. Podemos saber que una etapa pasó y, aun así, sentir que una parte de nosotros permanece sentada entre sus ruinas.

Decir adiós no es solamente pronunciar una palabra.

Es aceptar que ya no podemos regresar.

Tal vez por eso la canción no presenta a la mujer como alguien completamente libre. Ella ha logrado salir de algunos escombros, pero todavía lleva consigo aquello que perdió. Su pasado no está intacto, aunque tampoco ha desaparecido por completo.

Se ha convertido en una especie de habitación oscura.

Cruzar mientras sube el agua

Más adelante aparece otra imagen: dos personas tratando de atravesar los ríos mientras el agua comienza a subir.

La escena cambia. Ya no se trata únicamente de observar una ciudad destruida. Ahora hay que moverse.

El agua llega hasta las rodillas. Los recuerdos, el miedo y el dolor amenazan con inmovilizarlo todo. Y en medio de eso, alguien propone cruzar juntos.

Esta parte me parece importante porque el narrador no intenta borrar el pasado de ella. Tampoco le exige que sane de inmediato. No le dice que olvide, que supere o que deje de sentir.

Solamente permanece cerca.

Hay procesos que nadie puede atravesar por nosotros, pero que no tendríamos que atravesar completamente solos. Otra persona no puede reconstruir la ciudad que perdimos, pero puede caminar a nuestro lado mientras buscamos tierra firme.

A veces eso es lo único posible.

Y también es mucho.

Otro lugar donde comenzar

Hacia el final, el narrador promete acercarse cuando ella esté sola y acompañarla cuando se sienta abatida.

No es una promesa de rescate. Al menos yo no la escucho así.

Es una promesa de presencia.

Él no puede cambiar lo que ocurrió ni levantar de nuevo los edificios que cayeron. No puede despedirse en nombre de ella. Pero puede convertirse en otro lugar desde el cual comenzar.

Eso fue lo que más me quedó de la canción.

En ocasiones creemos que empezar de nuevo significa borrar todo lo anterior. Sin embargo, quizá un comienzo nuevo no exige olvidar las ruinas. Quizá consiste en dejar de vivir dentro de ellas.

Salir no significa negar que la ciudad existió.

Significa aceptar que ya no es nuestro hogar.

Hay canciones que llegan solamente para acompañar una tarde. Otras llegan con una precisión extraña y encuentran algo que estaba sucediendo dentro de nosotros sin que lo hubiéramos comprendido por completo.

Apocalypse me hizo pensar en esos momentos en que una parte de la vida se derrumba y todavía no sabemos qué construiremos después. En el tiempo que toma despedirse. En las personas que no nos sacan de las ruinas, pero se quedan cerca mientras aprendemos a caminar entre ellas.

Tal vez por eso algunas canciones sorprenden tanto.

Porque aparecen sin aviso y, durante unos minutos, parecen conocer exactamente el lugar del que estamos tratando de salir.

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