Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
As the year of 2018 was nearing its end, I wasn't in the best shape. My best friend and much cherished colleague had left the country for another job, and the research project we'd been shaping together to near-perfection over the past six years was crumbling. I desperately looked forward to a week of pleasantly … Continue reading How I Didn’t Break the Neck of My Daughter
Hey there. I'm back after the Xmas break spent in my home country. Surprisingly enough, I've managed to squeeze a bit of writing in between parties, family meetings and general time off. As usual, that means not so much contents stuffed into the maws of the attention-greedy social beasts. There have only been scraps over … Continue reading Cannibal Feast, vol. 7
Catching up fast now after the break! When I got back from the travels reported in the previous edition of these cannibalizations, I found the Atlantic autumn slowly turning into rather cold winter. Bring it on, I say, for really cold weather (for Ireland) typically means unusually clear skies (for Ireland). Like in this fiery … Continue reading Cannibal Feast, vol. 6
Oceanic Soup 