Being on the Internet for many years, I have accumulated a few email accounts and domains. Two of these email accounts have been laying dormant for a few months, not getting checked. Yesterday I decided to re-configure them for my mail program, to clean up the mess I knew was waiting for me. I am in the process of re-thinking my email habits, as described by Merlin Mann of inboxzero.com and 43 Folders his Inbox Zero tech talk at Google.
Over thirty thousand emails was downloaded. I used the occasion to potty train the new SpamSieve spamfilter I just installed. After fiddling with the rules, it’s now filtering my mail. And quite effectively too. It’s looking very promising so far and if this goes on, I’m sure to buy the program after the demo expires. Spam begone!
It feels pretty good having an inbox where there isn’t any unread mail and everything that is handled is in the archive. It’s part of my endaevour to clean up all my mess.
It’s Sunday evening. I’m sitting and listening to Freddie Mercury and the opening track of his last album, Made in Heaven. “It’s a beautiful day”. The lyrics goes something along the lines of “It’s a beautiful day – and no one gonna stop me now”. And this is how I feel.
My weekend has for once been spent well. Yesterday I met a newly wed friend couple, giving them their wedding present from me; a book of their wedding pictures (that I photographed). Then we went for a walk in beautiful sunny Copenhagen. After meeting them, I went to help a friend in need of a hand to move some stuff. This morning I woke up with a sensation that I actually achieved something. That feeling has been rare over the past few years, and is treasured. My life should definitely allow for more mornings like this one.
Today was a slow and relaxed day. Having discovered zenhabits.net, I sat enjoying my coffee and reading some of his articles, until I went out for a nature walk with a friend. Inspiring indeed.
As I wrote in my last post, I have started a process that should lead to me living a healthier and less stressed life. And some conclusions have been made so far. First conclusion is that I need to get rid of my mess. Physical, mental, monetary and emotional. While I won’t go into details, there are many things in my life that could do with a thorough spring cleaning. My first project in this new endeavour is to get my personal space less messy and more minimalistic. It will involve selling or recycling a lot of things. But I’m OK with this. Secondly to reorganize the way I store things and live. I bought a book on the subject of living in small spaces and waiting eagerly for it to arrive. First step towards motivation is inspiration. On the subject of inspiration, I’m going to a workshop on Personal Efficiency all day tomorrow. Should be interesting.
Hmm. It sure is dusty around here. It’s been well over a year since anything happened here at exposedreality.com. I’ve been busy. What can I say?
Many things have changed. First of all I changed my job from the busy advertising business to a 37 hour a week government job, as a webmaster in a university.
Yes, only 37 hours. This happened in October. The new found freedom is spent on my own company and – you guessed it – freelancing for the advertising business.
On top of this, I started looking for myself. And that brings us to today’s aptly named title. Working from home today, I had the chance to get a appointment to have my mane cut down a bit. So I was sitting in the hairdressers chair, letting Camilla have her way with the wilderness. Since I’m getting a bit thin at the top, the hair around the sides of my head makes me look like the mad professor as soon as it gets too long. While my new job at the university has – by lunch time observations – unearthed all sorts of interesting ways to carry one self, I prefer it fairly short and neat. And I looked myself in the eyes. Right there in front of me was a young man, not looking so young any more. I mean, no wrinkles and the like, but the past few years have taken their toll. It’s not like I’ve been living in the wilderness on bark and berries. Or set out into the tundra of northern Siberia. But something changed.
I guess I’m growing up. Around me friends are getting married and having children and some even found the time to divorce. And while all this takes place, I look at my self thinking; how did I change? Looking back some 5 years, a lot has happened. I got myself two educations, been working and lived too many places than I care to remember. But did I change? I still do the same things to have fun. With the same people. Not that I am not enjoying what I do, but it’s all that I do. Things must change.
Recently I decided to change my life. Get in shape and eat more healthy. After almost 10 years in the internet and advertising business, there are some hard habits to get rid of. But so far it seems I’m persevering.
“Douglas told me in the strictest confidence exactly why 42. The answer is fascinating, extraordinary and, when you think hard about it, completely obvious. Nonetheless amazing for that. Remarkable really. But sadly I cannot share it with anyone and the secret must go with me to the grave. Pity, because it explains so much beyond the books. It really does explain the secret of life, the universe, and everything.”
This is the answer from actor and friend of Douglas Adams, Stephen Fry, when asked if he knows the secret of the elusive number “42″. The number is heavily featured in the series, movie and books of “Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy” which these days have seen three decades of devout fans in all age groups.
Featured article at BBC Online via Slashdot – and Wikipedia has an article on it as well modestly named “Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything“.
And if you have no idea what I’m talking about, go buy the book !
Finally I have something permanent. It’s been a tiring few weeks but now I’m moved in, and back at work.
Moving further away from work than I was before, I now have to endure 30-40 minutes of public transportation, in order to get to work. I do not mind public transport. It’s environmentally friendly and all that. I get to reflect a bit on the way in and relax on the way home. So in general all is fine. Missing a couch and so on, but everything will come in time. Still missing to unpack some boxes as well.
Yesterday my trip to work had a different aspect though. Getting on the bus at the same stop as me, was a school class going somewhere on excursion. Noisy and inconsiderate species of youth; 14-16 years old I guess. Boys fighting and girls giggling – and two teachers looking somewhat scared of the prospect of keeping an eye on the collective adolescence of the bunch. I belong to the kind of people – I am now 27 years old – that find it hard to believe that I was a part of that age group at some point. People knowing me in the 90′s would probably agree that I was never a classical teenager. I preferred my own company and didn’t smoke, drink or got piercings. But I digress.
The teachers managed to make sure that the potential workforce could board the bus first and then patiently shoved the kids into the bus, doing the obligatory headcount that children are exposed to since kindergarten. Normally this line is quite full at that time, but adding around 30 rucksack-wearing restless youngsters did not help. The bus was stuffed to the point where people start talking about sardines. I was among the lucky ones who got a seat, next to an elderly lady smelling slightly of mints. After a few announcements of “Please move back in the bus to make room”, we started the journey towards Copenhagen. The sound level of the group rose the moment the doors slammed shut. The remainder of passengers were now caught. No escape.
Normally sound level does not bother me. I often just listen on my ipod on the way to work, while watching people and traffic. I have a slight tendency to motion sickness when I travel in buses. I’ve had it since I was a kid and it’s easily canceled out by looking out the window while driving. Following the road and the movement of the bus. No problem. This time was different though. I was listening to music as usual – the newest CD from Thomas Buttenschøn – following the road from my window seat. Then I felt the motion nausea coming on. At first it puzzled me but the reason became apparent after a routine check of the five senses. The bus was filled with the physical manifestation of teenage hormones. A near visible haze of perfumes and deodorant of 30 overcompensating insecure teens reeked trough the entire vehicle.
25 minutes of choking with brief breaks of fresh air intake when the doors opened. By the time I got off at the last stop, I was dizzy. I had to sit down at a nearby bench for a few minutes before the mist of vaporized alcohol got lifted from my brain. It took almost an hour before the gears got grinding properly at work.
What a start on the day!
Alright. It’s time again for me to move. Again. For over ten years now, I have been living a somewhat nomadic life. Every few years I would have to move to somewhere else, either because of school, work or expiring contracts. The past 6 months I’ve been living in Copenhagen, Denmark. Pretty central in town and nice apartment. However it was only a sublease, limited to 6 months. Even though I might have been able to take over the apartment, then it didn’t happen because the bloke wants to move back now.
Next stop is the city where I grew up. It’s 10 kilometres outside Copenhagen and will leave me with a 25 minute bus ride in the morning. The apartment is newly refurbished and all shiny. The area is green and open. And the best part: It’s permanent. I can stay there as long as I wish. Stability, here I come!
Better start packing soon!
It’s weekend. 12th of January 2008. 12 days of whatever the new year will bring. Or has brought.
Happy new year. Belated, I admit. The evening went very calmly. Just as I wanted. Fixed a few computers too.
Yesterday I broke my sound principle of sleeping in until I’m late. At 6AM I was woken up by the radio. I had a mission. A purpose to go against my nature and get up.
For 3 weeks Denmark has been a sadder place. An Argentinian friend of mine, Ale, was travelling back to her see her family. I’ve known her for a few years now, and she’s the most earthbound girl I know. Haven’t heard of anything that will put her out of balance yet. We have spent many evenings, discussing the world.
7.30 in the morning, I was in Copenhagen Airport to pick her up. I usually pick her up, when I can. First thing I did when arriving was getting some coffee. Although Starbucks never caught on in Denmark yet, we have one shop in the country and that’s in the airport. Tall Latte for me please.
When she arrived I accompanied her to the center of Copenhagen, where we parted. My colleagues were quite surprised to see me coming on time.
Christmas, the holiday season or Yuletide. Names are many and so are the traditions. In the culturally Christian Denmark, Christmas bears many traditions with it. From food to songs and the rush to exchange unwanted presents the first day after the holidays.
As pointed out earlier, I’m not Christian. So the story behind the tradition doesn’t really interest me. But nevertheless, I sing the songs to honour my family. I mean you can’t just go and break tradition. That wouldn’t be traditional.
Presents were many (that good ol’ commercial spirit) and the company was nice. As per usual, one ends up eating far too much for ones own good, several days in a row. Not all the food were traditional though. It was apparently my lot this year, to spend any day that wasnt the “holiest” of the holidays, at work. So much of my Christmas dining has consisted of a fair deal of sharwarma. I’m getting tired of it.
New years eve is coming up. Tomorrow is concluding the year 2007. 2008 is about to begin. It will be interesting to see what new times bring along with them. I’m spending new years with a school friend and her family. This will be interesting, as I don’t know them at all.
By the way, I’ve decided to let go two of my domains: siteofthe.net and themoviesite.net (domains only. For sale through Sedo). Feel free to make an offer
Have a happy new year.
So. I know this girl. I’ve known her for several years and always found her very sweet and compassionate. A good person through and through. I call her my personal Angel.
She’s always been travelling around the world. Africa, Asia.. well I think the only continents she hasn’t been on to this day, is the North- and South Pole. Her will and desire to travel is something I’ve always admired. Thinking it could be me, traversing the world in search of a motif for my camera. I’m still gathering the courage to follow in her footsteps – to see the world.
“Normally”, she lives in Copenhagen, Denmark. Quite close to me. But the past few years, she’s spent so much time abroad, that I very rarely see her. I treasure every moment I get with her. We meet for coffee when we can.
After spending 3-4 months in Brussels in an internship for her education, she returned this week to Denmark. Today I met her for a coffee and a walk, after work. It was so great to see her again! Every time I see her, she has gotten even more of the special kind of beauty that originates from a good soul. Oh, and she cut her hair too…
As the afternoon progresses, she tells me that her boyfriend was offered a position for a job in New York. And that she is very much considering leaving with him. That means that I won’t see her for a very long time. Maybe she’ll even stay there. Even though I didn’t really show it, I guess I’m feeling sad about it. I finally thought that she’d be settling down; stick around long enough for me to get to meet her more often than every 6 months. Selfishly I want to keep her here. For me.
Nothing is decided yet. Nothing is certain. But I do wish that she won’t disappear from my life completely – distance and time zones cutting the bond between us. Because she’s my personal Angel and we all need one of those.
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