And that's the hardest part

I have only returned from a lovely vacation week at the seaside to see that nothing has changed. We were happy to enjoy very sunny weather and could swim a lot, and there is internal energy enough now as to appease the dumb feeling that comes with autumn (more work, more deadlines etc, for a workaholic the true juice of life - ?!).

Highlights of the holidays were, among others, reading Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote, seeing "Love lasts for three years" (and disagreeing with it), rowing a canoe to the old shipwreck, trying the Bulgarian cucumber soup and getting burned in a one-piece bathing suit in the sun. There were some ideas that came up at the seaside, which I will share with you later.

The most interesting still was what I found when I came back from holidays (in which I had made some unfortunate attempts to connect to my office server). Not sufficing my proud ownership of more than one mobile phone, my employer decided to have me permanently connected to the office email. He thus invested in a device clever enough as to notify me of any new emails arriving in the inbox, besides featuring Internet, Bluetooth, calls and the rest. So I am officially a BlackBerry-holic (for the good it may bring).

Someday I swear I’ll go back to launching smoke signals.

PS1: Next weekend is a jolly one, with the fourth Stufstock coming up. Meet you there :-)

PS2: The Placebo concert left me disappointed, with a continuous brainsmashing punk sound that didn's come close to what I had listened before and a bored-depressed Brian Molko whose tendency was rather to fight the mic than to sing something into it. Remains the voice and the presence, questionable in motives.

And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said "Well, that's the one thing we've got"

(Deep Blue Something, Breakfast at Tiffany's)