Some words of comfort

The other day I read "that still round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate. And though I oft have past them by, a day will come at last when I shall take the hidden paths, that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun." I don't know who wrote these inspiring words (being an ignorant Dutchman), but if you read them now I hope you will consider that there is more to life than just feeling pity for your miserabel self.

Get off your ass and reach for the stars.

What's cooking?

First my apologizes. English is not hard to speak, but the grammar stinks. At least for me. But there is more in life that stinks, so who cares. Ain't got much time to pay much attention to this blog. Neither have much to say. Unless you are interested in running, cooperative working, shared cognition, travelling, culture and homegrown. But who is nowadays? It's midnight, I'm tired, the glas is empty and I've got to get out early for running.
A friend of mine was at the doctor the other day. He checked him out and said that he had Laids. That seems to be something between Aids and Leprosy. My friend asked him if there was a cure and the doctor said that he should stay home, lock the doors and close the windows. Than he could get pizzas and pancakes shoved under the door. "Will this help?", asked my friend. "I don't know", the doctor said, "but it's the only food we can shove under the door to you."