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Look, mom! No hands!

It’s actually happening. I am live mobile blogging on my brand new let’s call it Appy. That’s short endearing term for Apple MacBook. MINE! On its back it has a tattoo that says “Look at me, I am the big shining light”. That shines in the dark. In the shape of an apple. I am happy. I am gonna push that button now :D 

Use your key, don’t force the door

First of all, there was a time when the front door was not locked, so yeah, now people have to kinda get back to the habit of using a key. It’s a big deal! Dig well inside of your pockets, if you remember which one, if you have a spare hand, all that.

But it’s all besides the point.

Because just having such a notice on your front door says “This door can be forced. It has been forced before and you can force it right now. Keys are for sissies that stay in front of a closed door reading notices like this”

My solutions create more problems, pretty much like your solution, pretty much like all solution

What a day! It turns out we are TB free. And the package was delivered.

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The unpronounceable

Yesterday, Irsai Oliver Garamvari Szolobirtok 2006.

Today, Teleki Villany Merlot 2006.

Tomorrow, Chateau Teleki Villany, Alex Villany Cuvee, Merlot-Pinot Noir 2005.

Umlauts and other odd diacritical marks apart, they’re all for the lovers of dry wine.

Houston, we have a problem

Actually, I hope we don’t, but who knew an apple would ship half the world, all the way from Shanghai, through Anchorage, Indianapolis, and Memphis? When we were little my brother would start digging in the sand at the beach and the goal was to get to China. Remember?

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Findings

Throughout the day I find myself wanting different things. Now can you see why I find it difficult to be consistent?

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The clouds were special

Sleeping next you that afternoon was as good as talking to you.

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Feels like I have screwed everything I could

It’s either I don’t know what’s happening to me, or nothing is happening to me.

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It’s just a hay fever, damn it.

Wish

This coffee I am having is not giving me more guts for the day ahead. Not even more time. Actually it’s giving me less time. However I am lingering around the cup like there is no tomorrow.

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The past

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It is a loss. Or a gain. And a closed door. But not always.