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Hello my friends. I have moved myself from here to here. 

I might be back from time to time in memory of me beginning to blog. 

 Photo from http://babsm.tumblr.com

F. Scott Fitzgerald's letter to his daughter:

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship

Things not to worry about:

Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions

Things to think about:

What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?

With dearest love,

Daddy

Source: F. Scott Fitzgerald: A Life in Letters

run away like this

     

Mario Cattaneo

i want a room like this and spend my sundays there

niceness. 

My day described in one picture :

by Vladimir Rolov

 

I've been thinking. I have never read a proper long blog entry, because (I'm sorry) I'd rather read a book rather than someone's rant about airport or politics. I'd rather hear it, not read it. So buy me a coffee and tell me all about it :)

Consequentially, my blog entries will (hopefully) be short (mostly) and meaningful (see the one below, a fine example!).

If you like it- I'm happy. If you don't like it- I'm still happy. Because I like it. Because if I didn't like it, I wouldn't publish it.

I'm going to knit a jar cozy now. Bye bye xxxx

Picture stolen from nezart design. But I pat myself on the back for crediting it. http://nezartdesign.tumblr.com/page/12#25

'One afternoon at the end of August, Moominpappa was walking about in his garden feeling at a loss. He had no idea what to do with himself, because it seemed everything there was to be done had already been done or was being done by somebody else.'

Tove Jansson