Meadow - Blog Posts

Earlier today I was reading some new posts by Visa.

Today, I want to write about why I do this—why I wake up early and take the trouble to get up, go upstairs, and make some coffee.

If you found your way to my blog, then it's likely you came here from one of the tools I've made rather than through more conventional means like Bear's Discover page.

Long, long ago, before all the things, the two gods, the Red One and the Blue One met for breakfast.

If you're anything like me, then you're frequently told by those around you something along the lines of "Oh, don't worry about it, it's all in your head" or perhaps the more common "You're imagining things."

I've been thinking about the sources of fear lately, and it seems to me that possibly the most commonly held belief is that all fear comes from ignorance.

Beautiful flowers are not for the faint of heart nor are they for the madman who lives his life apart.

Hi!

I was never what you would considered a singer or even an outgoing person (not that the two are the same).

I'm soon traveling to Seattle for work.

Yesterday before falling asleep I was thinking about my current drafts.

I think I've mentioned it before but I'm father to a loving almost-2-year old ball of lard with the energy of a nuclear reactor.

It was again time for the dreaded deli counter.

When the world outside is a bit too much it's nice to come back to the safety and controlled calm of my computer.

I wanted to try my hand at what I'm calling freestyle stream of consciousness.

I recently published a post where I raised the question of how to recover inspiration about an idea after some time has passed.

It's fun how sometimes I get very good ideas for things to write.

I've recently been thinking about the concept of following many blogs.

Something I've been thinking for a while now in the back of my mind is how am I to keep up with all the new blogs that are popping up in my radar.

I found a cool website by Manuel Moreale called The Forest which will send you to a random blog every time you click on "Walk the Forest".

Yesterday I began my quest of seeing all of Studio Ghibli's films.

It's funny how being sick changes your perspective on things.

I've been playing games ever since I can remember, but I didn't have the luck to stumble on text-only (often called ASCII1) games until early in college when doing my Software Engineering major (so, around 2012).

I've always had this notion that you need to be happy in order to create beautiful things.

I've been listening to Joe Hisaishi's music for Studio Ghibli and I have to say it's quite inspiring!

Happy holidays!

Yesterday I started watching a wonderful documentary produced by Japan's NHK called 10 Years with Hayao Miyazaki.

This morning I was listening to an interview by Neil Gaiman on an Icelandic TV channel.

"You're in the presence of the great Asphirinx of Tehndor.

Yesterday it happened again that I was reading stuff from other people and got demotivated.

I saw another episode of Neil Gaiman's writing masterclass yesterday in which he talked about short stories.

Time, the sweetest fruit and yet the greatest curse.

Today our house is full with family that came to stay for the holidays.

I look in the mirror and I don't recognize the reflection.

I've always wanted to learn how to crochet.

Yesterday I was catching up with some of the blogs I follow and while reading I had this subtle but oppressive feeling of disillusionment, a weight on top of mind.

I was watching another episode of Niel Gaiman's masterclass yesterday (the one called Finding your own Voice) where he talks about how you need to write a lot before you're able to "find your voice" and start writing stuff that is actually good.

November is almost over, which means it'll soon be time for Advent of Code 2023!

I've been thinking that one of the nice things about writing with a schedule is that it doesn't really matter if you feel you have anything to write about or not.

I haven't told my family (or friends) that I have a blog.

Warning: there are minor spoilers ahead for the movie Inside Out.

I've told myself it's — finally — time to go through Niel Gaiman teaches writing masterclass (which a friend shared with me many moons ago).

I feel that lately I've been falling into the trap I always fall into when starting any kind of online activity: the numbers game.

The idea of Morning Pages has been floating around my internet-space for a while now.

One of my all-time favorite passages is from Sir Terry Pratchett's book Hogfather.

Have you looked at the moon tonight?

In our culture we're brought up with the latent understanding that there's always a right answer: the correct choice in an exam, the proper thing to say in certain situations, the correct way to file taxes, the proper manners we should have, etc.

2025-01-01: my feelings about this have somewhat changed in the past year.

Note: this is not really a poem but the opening lines of a short article by Maria Popova.

I consider myself to be a pretty happy person, but some days, sometimes, I just want to paint everything black.