Wondering how long before JeanBon is hit by the Exki curse? #Brussels
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Trying to anglicize this Spanish expression — would “between joke and joke, the truth doth poke” work, or do we have a better one off the shelf
Lol the manos-sphere. I was just watching the MST3K short “a case of spring fever” on YouTube earlier this week when I really should’ve been working. “Nooo spriiiings! And no redemption!”
A little Folon, la forêt de soignes… c’est une belle journée.
Divine waffles, #Brussels
Sounds oddly reproachful of those who do? But perhaps that’s just “so you hate waffles”-ing
fitting that the first big air disaster after years of loud, insistent warnings that understaffing would cause exactly this outcome, happens at the airport named after the guy who crushed the ATC union
“ Provided insight into his personal life” was devastating.
I was chatting ahead of our team meeting this morning, and Zoom’s AI feature somehow activated and auto-sent this recap to my ENTIRE office. (I’m dogsitting.)
The golden Palais de Justice on a recent winter morning in #bruxelles
Blue skies above Puertomingalvo, Spain
Valencia’s cycling infrastructure is 🤌.
Still grumpy about the 4:30pm sunsets, but today made for a nice dusk ride in la Fôret de Soignes
Un homme fait du vélo dans une flaque d'eau. Il tourne en rond..
Une des photos que j'aime beaucoup sans trop savoir pourquoi 🙂
Is there a good starter pack?
It’d be interesting to pull together a complete political messaging toolkit on the topic, e.g;
- people on bikes/ bike riders
- opening streets to pedestrians
- killed by a driver (rather than “died in an accident”)
- improving traffic flow
…
Going with cronut
Me I’m hoping AI can help me finally finish my lyrics, “ I’ve been out a wandering, folks can hear me huffin’, hope the bakery opens soon I’m hankerin a…” and I block.
Mmm, I won’t be saying that.
PSA, Pants made it over
Pretty sure I would’ve lost my shit years ago if Brussels weren’t next to La Forêt de Soignes
#gravelcycling
It’s a double-edged sword. I’ve stayed connected with close friends, but I’ve also maintained weird zombie connections that in any other era would’ve dissipated by now.
Like it’s a bit odd knowing all the intimate family drama of someone I met at a hostel in Prague 15 years ago.
Or “AAAhoohoohooey” whenever we take a big tumble. Before Goofy, people fell in silence.