Rethinking Chalion.

Browsing the net twelve-fifteen years ago had an element of „Save Picture“, where almost anyone had a folder with curious, beautiful, sexy or just favorite pictures, stored as in for tagging and labeling one‘s own ethical preferences. Didn’t know about tumblr, not before realizing that one of my favorite sites for pictures was anchored there. It wasn’t as clear as wordpress, as far as a journal-like blog goes. More like an scroll-on album for pictures. And it made you think, why not there? Of course there is the html cutstomization of which I still don’t have a clue, but now, some ten years later, it shines exactly as the journal-like flat to transpo my hobbies onto. No porn around? Who cares, but the onrolling fuzz was what drove me back. It just might work again, bit differently though.

If Peter has learned one thing about human nature during all his years in hockey, it’s that almost everyone regards themselves as a good team player, but that very few indeed understand what that really means. It’s often said that human beings are pack animals, and that thought is so deeply embedded that hardly anyone is prepared to admit that many of us are actually rubbish at being in groups. That we can’t cooperate, that we’re selfish, or, worst of all, that we‘re the sort of people other people just don’t like. So we keep repeating: „I‘m a good team player.“ Until we believe it ourselves, without actually being prepared to pay the price.

Fredrik Backman, Beartown, Chapter 27

‪We had just commenced the third course - the bread and jam - when a gentleman in shirt sleeves and a short pipe came along, and wanted to know if we knew that we were trespassing. We sad we hadn’t given the matter sufficient consideration as yet to enable us to arrive at a definite conclusion on that point, but that, if he assured us on his word as a gentleman that we were trespassing, we would, without further hesitation, belie‬ve it.

„Three Men in a Boat“ by Jerome K. Jerome, Chapter 8