For almost three weeks I have been writing in a paper journal in the evening or sometimes in the morning. The first attempts were a struggle: hand pain, handwriting was awful and pen was not the best. But after five days or so once all that settled, I again feel the therapeutic effect of it.

It’s interesting how over time my game preferences have changed. By genre, mood, time to beat, indie/AAA, etc.

Again in Nuremberg, again three days, this time again three stages.

Another travel is coming, and my anxiety goes up. Ok, hello, my old friend, never liked you, but can live with you now.

Once upon a time, I was at twitter, mostly read-only, but there were interesting people, real conversations, some useful posts and threads. Eventually, it became worse. After X-isation, it became even worse. I still read some people via no-login alternatives, but that’s it.

Also there were some negative habits connected to it. And I want to know how twitter changed, especially with Babylon auto-translator, how people changed and most importantly how I changed.

I love life stories from fellow humans. I also love to notice small or even tiny details in those stories. Something unexpected, something that makes their eyes shine.

I have a small tradition – changing lock screen wallpaper after returning from a nature trip.

First time visiting Sakartvelo (or simply Georgia). There was a planned tour in 2022, but life happens.

I rebuild my task management system. Again. But not from scratch and intentionally.

Ok, there is some reflection about blog and blogging itself. 100 posts – is it worht it?