It’s coming back that is hard Back to where one grew up had his first kiss and beer That going back is heavy on the heart heavy like a stone you once got up you threw and happy it was just near Memories are haunting or revive what you have done I have the images, the feelings, that I have to overcome.

Today I received a call from a nice, young lady asking me if I wanted a ticket for the concert tonight. I’m not sure she actually asked me out, but I like to believe that because it makes me a bit happy! The reason I said ‘no’ was actually pretty lame: tomorrow I travel to Belgium and I’d like to stay home and try to tuck myself in early. Sometimes I would like to hit myself with a big clue bat.

Sometime I keep on making up conversations in my head. Here is one, tagged as ‘abstract’:I’m entering an office for a job interview; the lady offers me a seat. “So, Mr. Vanderkelen, why did you pick the red chair, and not the blue one?” “Oh, I like blue more.” Surprised, the lady asks again, “But, why did you sit on the red one then?” “Well, if I go sit on the blue chair, I just see the empty red one, which I don’t like.

Past weeks I’ve been helping friends moving their stuff to new places. The ‘weirdest’ object I carried out of an apartment in the suburbs of Aschaffenburg was a flail. Quite amazing how you legally trespass and look into ones past.. Anyway, carrying out lots and lots of boxes, couches, old toys, arrows, .. it made me realize that I should take my simplistic lifestyle even further. At home, last week, I already started in sorting my old clothes (i.

I’ve been working on our Freiwild Shop website today making it compatible with Django 1.0.2 (final(ly)!). Basically, what I’ve done is try to run it and fix where it errors following the direction documented in the manual. I think that the next days I’ll see how I can optimize the MySQL usage a bit. The shop I’ve build has little models and doesn’t use to much fancy tricks. Among the changes: