A wintery weekend

It did not stop snowing, and my cold did not disappear. Thursday I thought it was ok to head in to the office, but I was sorely mistaken. Friday I stayed at home and felt quite sick still. Thankfully I recovered a lot over the weekend, something which can't be said about the weather. It just keeps snowing and snowing and snowing.

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The cat does not care.

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The weekend wouldn't be a proper Bri'ish weekend without the customary Sainsbury shopping experience. It was surprisingly not so busy this week, probably because of all the snow.

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Going home on Sunday I was hoping to find an empty train and a quiet walk home, but the train was full of people and there were annoying loud chav people everywhere on the walk home. It's no surprise that South Oxhey can be found on the ChavTowns website. I highly recommend reading all 300 comments on that article, they're quite hilarious, yet sad at the same time.

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This is what my front door looked like after 2 days away.

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All in all, a quite successful and memorable weekend.

 

(Random blog fact: out of all 2698 comments on this blog, 1164 are spam. This is sad.)

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More snow

Winter is coming... all over your country.

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The snow

 

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Fascinating insight

I was going to write a fascinating piece here about startups, ideas and whatnot, but then I put an old sock on my faucet and turned on the water. I then proceeded to laugh hysterically for 2 hours while admiring my handiwork. I am so proud of myself.

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Changing things

I'm too tired to write this in a nice way. Last Sunday I came back from a great trip to Dorset. The next day, I quit my job and announced to my boss that I'm planning to do a startup with my friend Brian. We don't have an idea yet. It must be premature to quit your job when you don't know what you're going to be doing, but it seems like the right thing to do to me.

This weekend is Angelhack. Some Potato friends, Brian and I have registered to participate. We're fairly sure of what to build, but still pivoting at the last moment. A lot of things can happen. I'm going to be thinking about startups every evening after work, since Brian is staying at my place. Work is a ton of coding as well, and Angelhack this weekend will be a 24 hour coding marathon. I feel a brain explosion coming up.

So many ideas. So much more to come.

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Much to blog about

So little time! Hopefully I'll have some time soon to summarize. For the moment, I'm self-actualized and awake.

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Mental muscles

(Inspired by "If you're too busy to meditate, read this").

The feeling described in that article is one I recognize very well. It's the feeling of being somewhere else in time and/or space when you should be focusing on the moment. Forcing yourself to spend some time - even if it's only 10 minutes - on actively rejecting your every impulse will make you aware of the moment, aware of your weaknesses. Even if you can't always resist them, it's important to at least acknowledge them. If you fail to do this then eventually you'll lose the ability to self-actualize.

Case in point. Before summer (I want to write 'last year' because it feels like last year) I was incredibly dissatisfied with my life. I was trying to clean up loose ends and get rid of my apartment and horrible estate agent. Every single conversation with my estate agent made me extremely frustrated. One day after such a conversation I just couldn't take it any more. I needed to blow off steam and process the experience, but somehow I couldn't. I remembered from past experience that I used to go to a riverside park to 'contemplate', back when I was living in Japan. So I went for the nearest park I could find, sat down, and told myself I wouldn't leave there until I was calm again.

But that moment never came. I saw there for at least an hour, trying to make sense of my life, trying to see things in perspective. But I couldn't. All that kept entering my head was the immediate issues at hand: estate agent stuff, urgent issues at work, preparing to travel. I just couldn't get a clear head, despite mimicking all the usual actions that helped me focus in the past. After an hour I gave up and spent the rest of the day (and even the week) feeling frustrated and annoyed at my situation. I just didn't have the mental muscle to crawl back up.

In hindsight I think I know why I couldn't 'fix' myself at the time. I had grown extremely complacent over the past year. I did not spend a lot of time thinking about my situation. I just lived from moment to moment, fully immersing myself in my work and my girlfriend without spending too much time self-actualizing. I gave in to myself too much. Eventually I lost the ability to criticize myself, to acknowledge what was going on. Even though I didn't consciously feel an urgent need to intervene, I probably booked the one-month trip to Japan to 'reset' myself, so I could try again afresh upon coming back.

Looking back on my life, some of the periods I remember best and would never in my life regret are the periods where I am suppressing the urge to get too comfortable, sort of like doing things against my immediate will. Three clear examples of this in my life were the periods I spent cycling to the seaside a couple of times a week in Japan, the slightly-out-of-my-comfort-zone trip to Africa and the time I spent cycling in Holland after coming back from Japan. I won't count the long cycling trips I did in Japan because I actively wanted to do those, whereas the aforementioned activities were always something that I would at least partially feel... unmotivated about.

I stopped eating big dinners. My dinner these days usually consists of an apple and a banana. I thought I would feel the urge to eat, but although I feel empty the urge to eat is hardly there. I do slip occasionally, but I'm aware enough to recognize it, and I can use the slip-up as energy to prevent the next one.

I feel focused and alive, and I think that's because of the diet. Strangely enough I feel more alive than during my holiday in Japan. Before that holiday I could only think about the future. During the holiday I relived the past, but now I'm back in the present. Exercising my mental muscles has given me the power to anchor myself in the now. And the now is, without a doubt, the best time to be alive.

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Britlish is not English!

Travelling around with English people, I am often surprised at the expressions coming out of their mouths. I consider myself reasonably well versed in English, and I will recognize a lot of cultural references or can usually infer from the context what a person means. Because non-native English speakers tend to be less capable, they speak in easier words and are therefore easier for me to understand, since I've gone through a phase myself where I would search for similar words. Different continents fall back on different patterns, eg. Spanish and Chinese people not differentiating between he or she, Italians and Polish people forgetting the 'the', and so on.

Americans are a whole other story. There's a lot of Americans that, even if they did go out and visit the world, hardly have experience talking to non-native/non-capable English speakers. So they tend to include a lot of slang, complicated words and weird expressions into the conversation that only an American or someone who lived in the US would understand. I find that Americans are almost always like this towards me when they detect that I can speak and understand English. Sometimes they suddenly worry that I'm not able to follow and try to clarify what the word 'douchebag' means after a long conversation about memes, American Football, Ice Hockey and other things Americans like.

But Brits, don't get me started on them. Their English is terrible. No one in the world understands the English of the English. You'd better speak The Queen's English damn proper, and moderate your vocabulary a lot to be understood by non-native English speakers. There's a fair bit of accents here in the UK, and all of them differ from each other quite strongly. Compare cockney versus queen's versus Scottish accent versus Welsh accent. Good luck with that, non-native person just arrived in the UK.

Accents are not the main issue though, since after a while you get used to them. What I found the most difficult to adjust to here in the UK is the huge amount of words and expressions that only someone who's lived in the UK all their lives would know about. In the case of American English some commonly used colloquialisms tend to make their way into International English, but that's not the case at all when it comes to UK English.

My girlfriend regularly throws out phrases that I cannot even begin to fathom the meaning of, even knowing exactly what the current topic is or what she's looking at.For example, the other day we saw a bunch of student hikers fully packed with backpacks, sleeping mats etc. My girlfriend's response: "Oh, they're D of E!".

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..WHAT? What is D of E and why do you expect me to understand what that means? Speak proper English like the rest of the world! She clarified: "Duke of Edinburgh". Uh, ok? They're all Duke of Edinburgh? Then she explained that young kids in the UK do some kind of group bonding exercise thing that they get points for or whatever, and this program is named after the Duke of Edinburgh who first invented it. Right.

That's just one example, but there's tons. Here's another one: what's the connection between these words: Bap, Hoagie, Sarnie, Butty, Doorstop and Club? Answer: they're all a kind of bread dish. In Dutch we call them all bread. Eskimos and snow, I guess.

I'd talk about Bric-a-brac here too but the wiki page says enough. All this inserting strange words into a conversation is quite a palava and has left my brain in a higgledy piggledy state..

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Strange circle

I can't help but think that I've gone full circle and ended up back where I started. Yet instead of circling back to the point of origin I've spiralled into something else that I don't quite fully understand yet.

Last Sunday I took a walk around the area I now live in. Everything is incredibly countryside. The area near the station has only a handful of shops, and almost all of them are closed on a Sunday. The one shop that was open offered household goods, and while I was wandering around in the shop some local children came and greeted the shop owner by name, obviously familiar with each other. I walked on a bit further and realized that there was nothing else to do. The local chav youth, of which there are lots, were bored and hung around in the square in front of the station. I found a nearby mini-forest tucked away between the residential streets and wandered from one end to the other, which took me all of 5 minutes. This is the countryside. And yet it's convenient.

I'd like to think that the place I stayed at in Japan, Atsugi, was not countryside. It was conveniently located on a major train line towards Tokyo, all of the area towards Tokyo was suburbs and city centers, and Atsugi itself had a voluptuous shopping area. Yet somehow it was countryside. I could head out for a cycle for 10 minutes either south, west or north and I'd hit rice fields. It had just the right balance. My new place here in Greater London reminds me of Atsugi because my room is once again small (but just the right size for me) and the area around here is extremely suitable for cycling.

But of course this area resembles Holland way more than it does Japan. The little houses, the local people, the gray days, the cold winter, it all reminds me of my time in Holland. I used to live in a converted warehouse with no central heating. It was always a struggle to stay warm in some of the rooms. This place was bloody cold too, but I've since bought a better heater.

Back when I was staying in Ealing I was never able to properly get away from things. I never felt quite comfortable to walk out the door at any time of day to just take a walk, or to go cycling. There was no place to run away to, I guess. Even after coming home from work I'd still feel the stress and the environment didn't change at all. Now though, I can leave the annoyingness of central London behind the moment I step in the train home, and I forget all about work. It makes me realize that there's more to life than "a job in the city" and that there's a lot more agreeable methods of getting to where I want to go in life.

Keeping in the theme of strange circles, I plan to buy a new touring bicycle soon. I considered saving money and buying a second-hand road bike, but my brain doesn't seem to have a problem with spending a sizeable amount of money on a proper touring bicycle, made from the right steel, with a comfortable frame, excellent brakes and sturdy wheels. I sent an e-mail out today to Drover Cycles, which appears to be famous in the UK for touring bicycles, and they responded to me immediately with great information. On their advice I'm considering the Surly Disc Trucker for exactly the reasons mentioned above. It does need a lot of add-ons to bring it up to full touring spec, though. We'll see. I have to get a test ride first.

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