Monthly Archives: March 2018

hot water

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Another Sunday. I figured I’d try to relax and, having tried the red bath salt that was supposed to be good for the joints a few days earlier, I decided to give the blue one a try today: On the packaging it said that it was for “relaxation”, but to me it didn’t feel that […]


the bond

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I was still alive. So I slept well, and I ate well, and I read some more Theroux, and I even did something I didn’t like: I replied to a bunch of emails. Then I went to my yoga class: The teacher had us do a bunch of warriors and planks and some contortions of […]


“put it here!”

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I was going to get my shot today. So naturally, I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. I basically just lay there on my bed, overcome by fear. Of course it wasn’t going to be a particularly dangerous procedure or anything. But I was easily intimidated. So I felt a bit groggy when I […]


faraway

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Back to the orthopaedist. He told me there was a little problem with my back, and that it was having an effect on my leg. But he also said that there was something we could do about it: shots. It wasn’t guaranteed to fix the problem, but it would make the symptoms go away. And […]


tiny tubs

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So the other day I was wandering aimlessly through a grocery store when I noticed something I had never cared about before: bath salts. They had all kinds of them: blue ones, green ones, red ones, yellow ones. There were bath salts for your back and for your joints, and there were others that were […]


dead DJ

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When I made my first post on this site with a black and white photo of Hong Kong in October 2007, I figured that it should become a daily blog. I didn’t want to just share the most interesting moments of the journey, the triumphs and tribulations, but also the boring stuff in between. So […]


nerves

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Remember how a week earlier I cut a doctor’s appointment short? Well, today I went back: Neurology meant that there were more needles. More wires. More electroshocks. And then the verdict was out: the nerves in my legs were apparently okay. I was told that I’d have to go back to my orthopaedist and talk […]


the cycle

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Another Sunday. Back when I was on the road, weekdays didn’t mean much to me. I liked that feeling. It was as if time was not a recurring cycle but more like an endless stream. It kept moving forward, and so did I. And only the seasons changed. But being at home meant that everything […]


shows about presidents

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I’ve been watching House Of Cards lately. It’s one of those shows that are designed to keep you hooked, but it’s so plot-driven and dark that it becomes tiring after a while. I can’t help but wonder, though: how many of the people who are watching this show take its premise at face value? What […]


a flexible member

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More yoga. More train rides. I had paid for a one-month membership at the yoga studio, and it bestowed me with two things: firstly, I felt a strange sense of pride, apparently because a part of me thought that belonging to a club (any club, really) was something worthy. So whenever I got a chance […]


Angry Mel Gibson

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When I went to the city today, I had a plan. I was going to see a neurologist first (to check what was up with my leg). Then I was going to go to a yoga class called “spine focus”, which I understood to be of grave importance to me. The sky was blue, so […]