337. The Rent

Met with clients for a course I’m doing for startups on WordPress-websites and wasn’t sure how to feel about this gig.

On the one hand it’s kind of a victory. I was asked by the coordinator of the start-up program at the insurance company that pays out insurance for the unemployed to do this for, well, unemployed people who wish to do a start up business.… Read more

301. Momentum

I haven’t been too proud of this week’s blogging, since I haven’t had time for it, and therefore yanked in some old texts. I want this blog to be better and better and more and more original.

But sometimes that Is. Not. Possible.

Since Char got ill I have barely had five minutes to myself all day, looking after Jay with her and doing house-work, and only being able to work very, very little.… Read more

245. Like Paving Stones

I read on a webpage from Brooklyn Academy that:

Daniel Defoe was a prolific writer (over 370 known publications) who could–and would–turn his hand to almost any topic; he has been called one of the greatest journalists and the father of journalism. To many of his contemporaries, he was a man who sold his pen to the political party in office and so lacking integrity …

He was an outsider, being a Dissenter or Puritan, the son of a butcher, and a suspected government spy (this suspicion was confirmed in the nineteenth century) …

For nearly seventy-five years, Defoe’s reputation as a writer was in decline.

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213. Risk in the Sun

We went out today, to the sea-side and enjoyed fantasizing about what it would be like being able to afford living in a house there. And just enjoyed being there, in general.

It was a long day out in the fresh air, esp. for little Jay, who slept like a log when we came home.… Read more

122. Principles

I worked for 7 hours trying to fix somebody’s webshop and failed at a lot of the technical stuff, which I thought I knew, but didn’t. So I only billed them 3.

I feel bad about that, but okay about having delivered fair service. And having the courage to explain to them that my abilities fell short, instead of trying to excuse myself or even bill them for all of it.… Read more

121. Messages in a Bottle

Today is my 43rd birthday, and who would’ve thought I’d make it this far? Sure, I live in one of the safest, richest places in the world but the enemies haven’t come from without as much as within.

In 1999-2006 I was depressed on and off, culminating in rampant anxiety, obsessive thoughts and hospitalization in 2005.… Read more