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Spring

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 long silence, awaiting the spring…
I may turn deaf and mute, as the spring is not yet here.
Not here, not now…
Just long rainy days getting longer and longer.

Hymn to the worst spring in Central Europe of the last 17 years.

Blogging about blogs

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eah, I know, the title doesn’t make much sense…
Nevertheless, today I have introduced my wife to the mysteries of blogging; I actually set up a new blog for her (a WordPress© one, of course).

Her official web-site (she’s a registered Hypnotherapist) had become too static for her career development and she was seeking a way to increase the interchange of ideas, “tips & tricks” and so on with her patients/clients.

That was when I suggested her to use a more dynamic website type, annex blog.

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A true Christmas story

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any of you might know already that the Christmas Tree-decorating humanity can be divided into two major factions: the “Star on Top” and the “Angel on Top”.

There is a small minority still clinging on to the idea of putting a “Pointy Thingy on Top” but the mere idea is so ridiculous that this faction is destined to disappear very soon.

I am a fervent supporter (in more than one aspect) of the “Angel on Top” solution.

And you will become one yourself, after you’ve read the true story with which it all started…

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There’s still hope

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hat a dreary day.
It doesn’t rain: it pours.

…Nice spring so far.

And work is also a mess, boring, completely unorganized and absolutely dreadful at the moment.

But hey, wait a second…!

I might be the victim of a slight temporary lapse of reason…

It’s not me… it’s not the job…

IT’S THE OFFICE CROWD AROUND ME!

depression

Now I don’t feel depressed anymore…

Still waiting

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inter has not yet gone by…

The official astronomical spring was already some days ago.

as a wonderful haiku by Matsuo Bashō (松尾 芭蕉) says:

年暮れぬ
笠きて草鞋
はきながら

Toshi kurenu
Kasa kite waraji
Hakinagara

Another year is gone
And I still wear
Straw hat and straw sandals

If your browser doesn’t display the Japanese text correctly, here is a picture of it:

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The world revolves and we don’t notice it.

We put one foot in front of the other
and we don’t realize that we have walked a whole life.

There is a promise in the air: spring is coming.

…And once again, we will wait for the summer
and will not realize that the spring is gone.

I wish we could stay in spring a whole life long.

The 10,000 year clock

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magine a clock, set deep into a mountain.
…Imagine a clock that doesn’t need winding for the next 10,000 years.

…Imagine a clock that will sound a chime melody and this melody will never be repeated once again in the whole 10,000 years.

…Imagine a clock that will be standing there, ticking the universe’s time away thousands of years after you, me and everyone we know are dead and gone.

…Imagine a clock on which our children’s children’s children will be able to tell the time from, or wind up to produce that same day at noon a new chime melody that has never been played before and that will ever be played again in the thousands years to come.

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