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The Curious Case of 28

I have not often paid attention to numbers1. They’re just that, digits. Through my life I found affinity for multiple numbers, the beautiful triple 6 being one of them.

At younger age also 16, especially when playing the beautiful game called football. After 13, obviously, but not every team would allocate that number to a player.

Yet there is one number which has always had significance in life and it isn’t 420.

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What I Learned from Being “Poor”

I was born in and grew up in a reasonable well off family. Not a rich family but not a poor family. We always had a mortgage, at least until the latter stages of my parents’ professional careers.

Yet, true Belgians we are, we also had some real estate. Some.

I wasn’t the rich kid in school nevertheless I was able to attend a slightly more expensive, top school in the country. Not a private school but one of the elite schools nevertheless.

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Carved in Stone: Lives to Tell

I don’t often write posts with as title a track by Madonna, yet I did last week.

It’s on the Internet, it’s on the blockchain. Maybe it even found its way to Wayback Machine already too. It’s a fact now, a reality. Part of a life, my life.

Some day it may be found by Reddit sleuths and held against me. Probably in an unflattering light because negative out of context taken highlights sell narratives better than the actual context they were used in. That’s life, that’s humankind.

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Live to Tell

Life has its weird ways of reminding us that only few are immortal. Most of us aren’t.

I love music.

I love rock. I love techno. I love lo-fi. I have a pretty eclectic taste in music and while I wouldn’t ever admit it publicly, definitely not on the blockchain, I can at times even be heard listening to Adele at the Royal Albert Hall or Sting Live in Berlin. Just as well as to the Flying Pickets, a great British a capella band.

Most of all, I’ve lived what most would call an exciting life. Partying being a pillar for more years than many could ever imagine in their own life.

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All I Know in Life I Know from Doing, All I Know about Writing I Know from Reading

To which the sarcast would retort both aren’t much and thus I haven’t done nor read much, but it takes a skilled and great sarcast to think of those and oversee the juxtaposition in the title.

I never learned how to write. Grammar was nothing I was ever interested in, French grammar and the oh so loathed “subjonctif” being the exception to the rule. Yet, I always wrote and the closer that Whoosh sound came, the better my output flew.

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The First Time Shroomer and The Day I Was a Killer

But not like Papa who was a Rolling Stone. It was some day in September, but not the third.

It was a day I will always remember because that was the day…

Of course, by now, all that’s happening as you’re reading this is that tune playing in your head and naturally I oblige to please. Even if only to show those clothes they wore in those days.

And, because you can’t resist the trumpet in it.

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Sympatheia, the Stoic Affinity to a Larger Interconnected Organism

When people gain their first insights in stoicism, often they tend to focus rather on how stoicism can help one to improve gaining a healthy perspective and finding things occurring in life less burdensome.

Which stoicism definitely helps with. Stoicism is a great aid in those matters because practicing it helps us remind that we do not have any influence over many things and thus they shouldn’t affect how we live life, how we experience things.

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Hi, I’m Addicted… Addicted to Idle Clickers.

As someone who generally doesn’t mind being alone I spend most of days as a fkn philosopher reading. My reading habits are mostly tech/blockchain related and so-called “war stories” books.

The war stories or founder biographies but also the more romantized form of biographies, those of sports people and musicians. What’s not to love about reading an over the top easy Zlatan or Anthony Kiedis story. Generally, despite romanization, there’s a lot of inspiration to be found in those books and life wisdom. No matter how over the top often, there’s always gems to be found.

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A Speedrun of Speedruns: Nailing “The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time” Faster than this Post

It was late Spring of 1984, the Euro championships were in France and my parents had gone on an early vacation, to former Yougoslavia, with neighbors from the complex. While they were enjoying the great weather around Dubrobvnik, my grandparents had come over to watch me. Aged 9 I was rather self-sustaining already, at least if that meant eating crisps and drinking whichever cold thing I found in the fridge but my cooking skills were below par. Or inexistent.

I had no problem being alone with myself, after all there was cable TV, books, the football ground around the corner, the Olympic swimming pool, and of course that almighty Commodore 64.

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Hello world!

I guess this means I have a blog again. Or something like that. This site now only needs an awesome car, a bar, and then the obvious connection to the Steem blockchain.

Until then, enjoy me over at Steemit or, if you prefer typography, then check me out over at busy.org. And if you only care about my hunts, then check me out on Steemhunt.

PS: Let the clean theme not fool you. It may or may not be more stylish than I am. Gorgeous typography, innit?

Batman Ninja, So Differently Badass It’s a Must See

Several moons ago, when I was still wet behind the ears new on Steem, I wrote about Batman Ninja and called it an absolute Whoa moment of last year’s NYCC.

Rereading that post now, I was gushing of happiness then and based on the Internet’s wisdom, and my usual gut feeling, I came to the conclusion that the movie would be ballistically batshit insanely awesome.

Sometimes you just feel a thing is going to be great and you know it’s going to be an amazing ride and there’s no way you’re going to be disappointed.

It’s Male Intuition when all you can think of is Philip J. Fry holding a whack of green notes.

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Requiem to a Hangover

The morning after, that horrible feeling of being useless. Useless and void of most energy.

Empty but not totally.

You don’t think the whole world is against you. You don’t think life sucks that much that the MASH theme song is playing through your head. Quietly though, on a very low volume because your head is banging against its seams and everything feels like exploding.

No.

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