Maybe it's age talking, but rn I can't imagine a balanced mental health without gardening. It's exciting, needs purpose, vision, strategy, knowledge and phisique. Stress is devouring my soul on weekdays, and having something where every move has an immediate impact is... refreshing, I think. Heheh..
Nice weekend weather means good garden progress. Next weekend, I need to fill the pit with leftover dirt, plant potatoes, mow lawn, even surface, and plant grass. Later, I need to fix the other side of the house, relocate concrete tiles, and then I could start recycling.
No idea where to deploy the 4th. This weekend I leveled the fence area at the back since we are going to replace old cheap fence with concrete block. Backside neighbour provides us with pollen, stink, hedgehogs and rats. A 2-meter high wall will be sufficient, more than happy to pay for it.
The best spot to see the most. I'm doing my best to create a fun and secure envionment for her. The hard part of treatment begins on Wednesday
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The Tisza flows. I feel amazing.
Mark my word. By the end of spring, This will all be green. I moved tons of dirt into raised bed today, the rest will get into the empty raised bed, prolly tomorrow after repositioning.
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Finished the front yard and paved garage entrance. Need to build fence and raised beds, put away a few tons of dirt, even backyard surface, plant grass. Then I can get rid of piled up things in the garage, break down temporary shed, dig a well, chop wood and build a swing. Yay.
Stability and Reactivity of Alternative Nucleobases in Concentrated Sulfuric Acid.
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Had to move the shelves inside because of terrace works. Barely had time to cover them with rugs and towels. She already claimed her new throne.
I'm this old to post stuff like that. This thing resurrected so many times in the office.
*sniff* Yo dawg, you brought the good stuff? The... y'know, that pinus densiflora sh*t. Time to cook :3
wonder if there's a perfume for men where "cinnamomum cassia" is the dominant scent.
The station is completely dark behind me, and the clock is going wild. Let me question my sanity in these trying moments...
If I left, my cv would reveal an evacuation. If I stayed, other teams would snatch credits eventually. If I resolved all issues, I would be flooded with x2 as much for the next iteration. If I stepped down, someone else would get stuck in here eventually. What am I not seeing here? What is my flaw?
The nature of my field was always like that: Not too specific to define new positions, too broad to find any with fitting skillset and interests. I struggle to wipe off the table and re-design structure. No time. No willpower for feedback and recognition. Gears doing their job can be left forgotten.
Winning each day at work devours my soul. Nothing is like how it used to be. It's hard to focus on quality when directors care about quantity. I need to put aside pride on the outcome to meet deadlines with low manpower. Morale would turn into an illusion soon. Not many tricks left up in my sleeve.
Alfred Korzybski
Above my bed, there's a window. I stare at the stars when the sky's clear, and this memory just came up. Currently, I don't have a role model, and maybe that's why I feel so aimless about where to move forward to next. Wish I had a partner in crime, I guess...
Eventually, my data-driven curiosity lead me to a 3-semester-long project, that became my thesis as well. I found Jacques Hadamard, who introduced the Hadamard matrices. He never got to witness satellites or quantum computing, but his work has a huge impact in tech.
So I was approved for ee studies, but found hard to choose a new role model. Then I found John M. Coates neuroscientist, and so I applied for medical instrumentation to discover and understand.. well, life itself. Observation is one thing, but proving determinism would need a model to simulate with.
When I started uni, applying to become an ee was a last-minute choice. Before that, my first selection was to become an architect, since my role model back then was my cousin who planned and built beautiful houses. I learned a lot about architecture out of self-effort, but feared of business aspects
Anything bigger is beyond your individual market value atm. So one day you happen to be in a key position to secure this amount, but for 36 _years_, like.. Cloning yourself with same skills 432 times. Like... how? Like, why? How did you get into this position? Is this legal? WTF. And so that's fear.
And hey, you need to rent, maintain assets, pay bills, do legal stuff, throw parties, provide perks like phones, subs, company cars, travelling, coffee. So more like... 200 people with your salary, for just one month. This is you in a new perspective: 100% charity, for 200 people, for 1 month.
Let's say you're about to sign a deal that is about a lot of money. It hits just by counting how much you could possibly make altogether with your current salary. That's monthly income x 480 if you work for 40 years. For a company with 240 people this is a necessary income per month, tax incl.
I think I'm scared, hyped and stressed at the same time. Extremely.
Everything we overuse loses meaning.
A friend asked me if it's not boring to walk back to the station on the same route every day after work.
It's not. If you actually look up, the city's full of strange details. Here, buildings have personality carved into them. Faces above windows, decorations no one would add today... Just awesome.
Taking the dog for a walk at 5 am on a Saturday. I found a super old Ford. Especially with this oldschool pavement this photo looks way older :3
