So, to cut a long story short. I ran over a “Biene Maya”, literally translated as a Bee called Maya. Now I am not talking about the funky-music favorite childhood cartoon character lady superheroine bee…
Continue reading →The other day, while doing wrong stuff on a ski slope
…instead of taking the chair lift to the top, I decided to walk up the ski slope just for a little while. On the next bend, I thought, well what the heck, just one more…
at some point, close to the top of the chairlift, after some hundreds of meters of altitude, an elderly lady stopped her skiing, got to me and asked me:
No More Rat Race – Part 5 – Where Is Your Soul?
I am at the chalet once again. I remember being here almost precisely one year ago. Back then I was listening to music and Spotify started throwing in these motivational and financial independence podcasts.
Continue reading →The other day in a zoom call…
I guess it’s needless to say that such grandiose appearances are always reserved for me. I don’t know, I guess it has
Continue reading →What the Hell happened? Did something happen? Hell, something happened!
When bitcoin broke through the historical 100k barrier, I have been sleeping no more than …
Continue reading →No More Rat Race – Part 4 – Reclaiming Ownership
There has been a shitload of insight in the last couple of weeks. Mostly about Swiss Cheese structure of my wallet and …
Continue reading →What We Do In Between Writing
I am in the chalet, my refugium mentis, as the Latins called a retreat. I might call it a retreat. A me-time retreat, writing retreat, getting my shit together retreat, …
Continue reading →Those First Timers One Is Not Really Looking For In Lifetime
I remember my first time I had sex. My lady girlfriend just slid herself over me and did it and I can still hear all of these good intentions about protection and so on screaming at me from within, while the body said, but damn, this just feels SOOOOO GOOOD. I remember …
Continue reading →No More Rat Race – Part 3 – Relapse
Hello out there. Here is the honest success story that actually tells how it all happened – and it includes EVERY success story in human history. The phase is called RELAPSE. Yes, druggies, drunkards, abusive partners, the food pingpong-ers, everybody knows that state. In my particular case, I…
Continue reading →How does the Internetz know that I suck at skateboarding?!?
Well, hell, you tell me, but I’m glad that we don’t know what we don’t know. Truth be said, I do suck at time spent on my skateboard. 