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Some meetings can be really exhausting, especially when there aren't even any minutes and completely new ideas are floating around. Maybe it would help if you only met in one group on a topic and didn't constantly form new groups. As someone responsible, I'm slowly but surely losing interest in the whole thing.
Elsewhere things are a little more organized, so I can look forward to a very interesting European ball.
As a little added value for my readers, I have to offer a free apartment in the city center today. If you are curious, you can do the corresponding one Blog post from May 20, 2019 read. I will write a new post with more details soon. If you are already interested in the apartment, please feel free to contact me. The apartment will officially go on the market in a few days.
It's pleasing to learn that an RAF terrorist has been caught after all these decades. Like mine written a few days ago, a democracy must defend itself against all its enemies. But it is even more gratifying that the European fascists from France and Italy are now officially beginning to distance themselves from the German National Socialists; The increase in fascism is still National Socialism! It would be wonderful if many of our fellow citizens finally began to understand what they are using with their votes and money: not just enemies of the state and democracy, but the worst criminals on God's face.
The highlight of yesterday wasn't the splashing around in the city pool on Tuesday, because there wasn't enough room to swim in all the crowds and I didn't feel like fighting over a spot in a lane, but rather the dancing in the evening.
Speaking of the city pool, it looks like the cannibalization of Heilbronn's city center is continuing. The city administration is not only selling out the last attractive shops, allowing the last sports facilities and green spaces to disappear, but now also wants to move the city swimming pool to one of the city's districts.
Aufräu financing
A reminder that I need to “verify” my apps now makes me want to close my developer accounts with Google, Microsoft and Apple after all these years.
At first it got a bit nostalgic as I tried to log into each account and then accessed things like: B. I came across a chat app that I had long forgotten about. And so it probably won't matter if these apps not only disappear from the respective stores, but also from my old developer accounts.
Then things got a little annoying when I had to provide a variety of names and numbers — which reminded me that a working backup or at least an old notebook can come in handy. The only stupid thing is that I have long since disposed of the notebooks, including the digital ones, and a backup is still the devil's work for me.
And so I will probably exchange a few emails over the next few days until this tidying up is also successful. In this case, however, the companies involved are likely to suffer because they really can't do anything about my sloppiness.
Addendum
Since I apparently still use apps (?), they cannot be removed from the store (??) and therefore one of my accounts cannot be deleted. I'm just too old for some things now.
poem
Nikki Giovanni wrote the poem “Ego tripping“, the title of which was supplemented by “there may be a reason why”. This poem fits today and our culture like a glove. I think it's particularly worth mentioning because it contains the following sentence, which totally sums up the entire poem.
“I am so hip even my mistakes are correct”
Nikki Giovanni, ego tripping (1968)
However, today's poem is by Paul Laurence Dunbar, who is from Ohio and went to school in Dayton — which will probably interest Dan.
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, —
This debt we pay to human guilt;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Well, let them just see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,We wear the mask!
Paul Laurence Dunbar The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
And if you want to delve a little deeper, I recommend Dunbar's "World Pain"-Poem. World pain, another word that has found its way into the English language because it can hardly be expressed better.
