December, the last month of the decade. The roaring twenties are about to arrive. And November is gone, finally. Some first decent rides with my seat-post slipping Silberpfeil, some more cycling ahead with my soon joining of local bike group CSP (Cyclo Sport de Pantin), and even more of more later (just and only because more is better, of course). Some progress with getting my photos into planetkris, even without Photoshop (no more licence, but hey, there's an app on MacOS called Photos... which I slowly am getting a handle on). Thursday is general strike in France, the office is going to be super empty, but none of those strikers will stop me and my bicycle. Friday we're heading to Stuttgart for a wedding, fingers crossed that strikes won't carry over into Friday, the weekend, christmas and even the next decade.
Wed:13.Nov.19 Puerto Calero.es
Two days ago I was still in misty, humid and cold Burgundy, chasing mushrooms and wild boars in the forest, and now I am looking back at a sunburnt day on the beach in volcanic Lanzarote. Some Frisbee with friends lured me into getting on this far away island, some ridiculously—not to say illegally— cheap flights brought me and Max here. Heavy winds, sandy skies and elderly tourists everywhere didn't create the best first impression, but upon bumping into Jano and Aël followed by a morning on the beach turned me around. Some spectacular lava stone fields, black beaches and angry waves later I even start to appreciate the place. Fun ahead!
... at the very least, when he hear what we know to be a lie, we must confront it! If we are incapable of getting past some base level of lying, we must address the ones that we know that are lies...
Craig Mazin on the The Chernobyl Podcast.
It's November, it's raining, and I have a massive cold. And although I'm battling already all week with the latter, it was worth it and keeps reminding me every time I blow my nose of the French Ultimate Frisbee Championship in the Masters division that I won with Iznoogood last weekend on our home turf in Noisy-le-Sec. Mom and Max also stopped by on Saturday, while the sun was still shining, what an honor!
We celebreted Max' fourth birthday on Wednesday, and the week prior to that my first exit.
And tomorrow I'll get my new bike, the ultimate Silberpfeil.
And later I'll really work on those missing photos, the pile is getting far to high to even imagine getting on top of it.
Internet at home! It took almost two months and countless back and forth to get a fiber optic landline connection in our all new appartment. First Free, in vain, then Sosh. Both let us hang a fair bit, but it's finally done; Just like my trial period at Deezer, done and over; And like the marathon, done and over (hey, it indeed took me a long time to recover and write home about it on my favourite blog, but I am alive, in one piece, and short (walked over an hour through Berlin after an all-legs cramp attack on kilometre 37); And the choice of my new racer, the Silberpfeil from Focus (heartfelt thanks to Oma Hochheim); And the black and white bathroom tiles for Maupertuis: chosen, ordered and now picked up; And the kick-off of the greenification of our apartment, the last steps to make this place a home; The only missing thing now are Max's first school holidays that will start next week, and which will continue to return in neat intervalls of two weeks after every six weeks of school. Hail to the system, down with the system!