Cornelia sine Marco in colosseo sedet et Chris de Burghum audit.

Up until the middle of May this year, the words "The Split" only meant IndyCar to me. But now, it means me and the (now former) girlfriend have separated. It's not like one has left the other, it's rather we both decided enough is enough. I don't want to go into detail about it on an open blog like this but instead just state the obvious fact of ( Read more... )

The two discography pages I had posted on my ancient MySpace page back in the day, which I kept up to date until MySpace deleted the blogs of all their users, and with it, these pages, have found a new home ( Read more... )

I haven't written an awful lot on this blog in recent times, to say the least. That's because nobody reads it anyway, and with that comes a low priority. Yet, since this blog is my playground, all mine, well, and livejournal's, I'll say the following now ( Read more... )

Everything is overdue, including writing a post on this blog.

F*c*book remembers everything (and hides it behind its wall), MySpace deletes everything. What is better for a user is anyone's guess. The main feature I used in the old MySpace was the blog. Now, that one is gone ( Read more... )

I feel good.

Eliades Ochoa - Un negrito en la Habana ( Read more... )

There is nothing new to report just yet. There are some freshly cleaned dishes in the kitchen waiting to dry, and some dirty dishes, too, waiting to be cleaned, amongst other things ( Read more... )

It's sad that the age of the personal homepage containing primitive html code is long gone. With the internet, it's kind of like in motorsports: the era of the privateers in the starting lineup is over and big companies are now in each other's company. It's rather likely that an equivalent to the term "pay driver" exists in the world of homepages, ( Read more... )