Somewhere past fourty you start asking yourself if there is
more to life than just work and coffee.
Some errors are so good you just have to repeat them.
Workout soreness is just very vivid muscle memories.
To live life to its fullest extent sounds both dangerous
and amoral to me.
Trying to tap into the news feels like putting your head
into a bee hive.
Sometimes it's hard to know if you really miss a decade
itself or who you used to be back then.
I'm a collector of hobbies, I really ought to focus my
attention but somebody has to specialise in generalism.
We all do what we must to distract ourselves from the fact
that we are no longer young.
Some obsessions just feel pretty good.
I don't believe I have ever regretted not joining a
customer club.
Urges are deep sea creatures, perpetually biding their time
below, waiting for the most opportune moment to drag you
under.
Hangry already in anticipation of returning to my diet.
The things I know about Emacs is only surpassed by the
things I am yet to discover about Emacs.
My age just caught up with my shoe size, now what?
Scarcity is the desire multipier.
I'm a not practising minimalist.
In the fight between heart and mind the mind is left
wondering what the hell just happened.
Sometimes it feels like I don't have enough time for my
watch collection!
Humour is my best and only tool to deal with the daily
stupidity of corporate procedures.
I am a soft kernel of dreams within a hard shell of musts.
Teaching myself moderation might be my most extreme
endeavour to date.
Apologies to my body, I had the best of intentions
attempting to work out!
With knowledge comes dissapointment in others.
I believe everyone need to stuff themselves full and get
slightly tipsy once in a while.
Morning coffee and silence is the foundation on which a new
day is built.
Speaking another language is like becoming another person,
perhaps we're only ourselves when quiet.
Eating is a ritual that informs the stomach of the current
time.
My productivity is a delicate ecosystem sustained by
silence and coffee.
Only vaguely knowing what you want is like laying a jigsaw
puzzle with no idea of what actual pattern you are trying
to piece together.
You should be happy I don't agree with you or all we were
left with would be uncomfortable silence.