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London, Day 2

2026-10-25T04:00:00+00:00

I went to Regency Cafe today. This was the one place that E had recommended I should stop at, and I'm pleased to report it lives up to expectations. The yellow faded wall tiles and plastic seats made it appear less inviting, to be sure, but you know what they say about a book's cover. I wanted something English-sounding, so I went for the Ham & Liver, Chips & Peas. The liver was among the best I've ever tasted. I wish I knew their recipe. Their serving sizes were massive, and though I really tried, I couldn't finish all my peas or chips (though they too were delicious).

This morning I got up much later than I had intended (8-something instead of 6:30), due to jet lag. I still had time for a leisurely breakfast before taking the Tube to Westminster, then changed to St James Park. My object was the Churchill Museum and underground War Rooms tour. They preserved the War Rooms just how they were in 1945 when the war finished. Seeing them inspired me with a new appreciation of Churchill, and now I want to read/listen to more by him (as well as rewatch Darkest Hour to catch glimpses of the War Rooms). I did get chided by a tour guide, though, for too obviously listening in to the premium paid tour he was giving (I was on the cheaper, self-guided tour). What can I say--he was telling interesting stories!

The Tube is a different beast today. Obviously, Mondays will be busier than Sundays. But I didn't anticipate it, so it came as a bit of a shock. I'm still learning the social conventions (eg where to stand, where to walk etc). It came as a surprise to me that, although everywhere else you walk on the left and pass on the right, on the Tube escalators you are supposed to do the opposite: stand on the right and pass on the left.

Walking/driving on the left is still very confusing to me. As a pedestrian, when you cross the road you're supposed to look "Right-Left-Right," which is so counter to my instincts that even when I'm actively thinking about it, I still do it wrong about half the time.

The street markings are all screwy here too: the double yellow lines are on the outsides of the road (though sometimes they're replaced by a single yellow line, which I'm pretty sure means something, but I don't know what), and there's a dotted white line down the center of two-way roads. Entirely backwards to my American sensibilities!

I'm sitting now on a ledge above the bank of the Thames just outside Shakespeare's Globe Theater. I just got out of their production of "Much Ado About Nothing." It may have been the best Shakespeare I've ever seen. I shouldn't have been surprised--this was where it all started. Of course the acting was stellar; of course their projection (no mics!) was superb; of course the setting of being in THE Globe is enough to give on chills. But the experience was not just the acting, nor the setting. Both of those I expected. The crowd made it unforgettable. I don't believe I've ever experienced such a responsive audience before. Lots of laughter (it is a comedy), but a few tears too. Even though I was standing the whole time on hard concrete (I was a Groundling, of course), I was swept up in the story, along with everyone else there. I got a taste of why this place, and the playwright, were so successful. This was the stage where this play was first performed, and now I got to see it again on it.

Before going to see Shakespeare, I went to Westminster Abbey's 5pm service. It was primarily choral singing, with some Bible passages. Of course the cathedral itself is beautiful--it's unbelievable--but it also makes the sounds in it beautiful too. It must be the love that went into the acoustics as they built it. I noticed the beauty of the sound throughout the service, but then on the last song, the guy behind me started singing along with the choir, and he was both out of tune and off time. But somehow, the acoustics melded his voice with the choir, and it was still beautiful.

sunday

2026-10-25T03:36:00+00:00

past and future come visit me on sunday mornings, each time with a different air

that day of the month again. clear head, aching back and belly.

colored the happiness i made after stitching the books few days ago.

got myself hot cocoa and bánh-mì with eggs. delicious, smooth cocoa.

a driver left the bánh-mì at the alley gate, as i came to collect it, i saw green canopies, tiny moss, birds chirping close, and a dump of trash in a neglected garden.

had my bánh-mì with a toddler. got my first tangerine of the season from her mom, who got it from someone else.

math concepts arbsorbed during sleep.

a bit sleepy.

hmmm

Divinity Original Sin 2 - Act 1 - Hollow Marshes 13h24

2026-10-25T03:35:00+00:00

Lots of undead and a bear and a lizard lady.

It's amazing how much time I spend in this game not just with inventory management but skill management. I loathe that the game adds any little thing you pick up into your skill hotbars. Between that and switching skills around between battles it becomes a mess.

Since last time we finished up in the ruins in the sort of middle-north coast area I continued along that path and ran into a dead bear, a sad bear cub, and a blinded magister. Killed the magister after trying to get the story out of him, sounds like undead, sure whatever. Going along a bit further I found some more shriekers and a guy who was level 7 so left them alone and decided to start going more south and back west where we came from.

There's a crumbling stone viaduct and from up there you can see a bunch of pigs running around on fire. Found out that it was necrofire, did not have anything on hand to put it out, so I guess I'll just have to leave them to their eternal torment or whatever. Going back towards the waypoint triggered a fight with an undead necromancer who didn't want to be friends and so we had to finish her and two minions off. Very easy fight, so hopefully that means I'm at an appropriate level for this area at least.

Going further south here to the southern coast and then following that along east lead to finding a skeleton hand sticking out of the sand. Continuing along with our non-aggression towards the undead policy Anar pulled it out of the sand and it started pointing in a certain direction. So we picked it up and started going. There was a skeleton buried on a cliff up there, but that wasn't the answer. Going into the forest a bit from there, there are a bunch of exploding bulbs that seem to be immune to all forms of damage. They're in a circle around a chest with a bunch of corpses around. Hmmm seems suspicious!

So I had Anar separate from the group and zoop (shadow step type skill) up to the chest and open it, triggering all the trap bulbs around her but not hitting her. There was some stuff in there. We've been accumulating some okay armour since getting out of Fort Joy but only one purple item, and it's a bow and I don't have a ranged character. :/ I could respecc Anar to Rogue/Huntsman to try it out, but going back to the mirror in Fort Joy is too risky right now and I need to live with my decisions to a certain extent.

Anyway, taking a closer look at the map, the cliff with the skeleton we dug up is pretty close to a beach that allows us to bypass the bulbs, so did some teleporting to get everybody over there and turns out this is the Seeker camp we were supposed to be looking for. Go figure. Looks an awful lot like a certain other camp of rebels in a certain other game. Very cute lizard lady on guard here.

Would love to find a merchant to offload some crap here. I suspect this isn't where the skeletal hand wanted to go, but we'll get there eventually. Also noticed that since it's a skeletal hand you can pick locks with it -- and it might not be single use. Keeping a random undead hand around to use as an infinite lockpick would be very funny.

Стан Катастофарасфоросфора: 24 Жовтня 2026

2026-10-25T03:03:00+00:00

Давно не було на уяві Події. Замість руху, звуку, тексту: лише колір мінявся. Катстофарасфоросфор не забувся, проте нагадало за мою проблему останніх років - колір, вочевидь це колір що так натально приписується до Потойбіччя, ніби саме там він потрібен аніж серед нас. Я хотів би, або, бажаю побачити кольори каньонів чи плато в США. Я нібито забув що таке будувати колір і перейшов до простого недоторкання до цього. Є ключові слова що завжди нагадують за Катастофарасфоросфор, потребу нарешті "усідомити"(?) та врешті-врешт - винесті нове тіло на турбулентність дирового простору що можна спокійно назвати Фікції та Фандом.

Замість 2025-2026 як активна фаза, вона стала як таке фазою покриття, інакше як мені ще поки зробити Потойбіччя настільки аби воно віддалилось від мене. Ще багато їсти.

Авжеш, мені прийшось видалити всіх підписників, мені стало просто зрозуміло що здебільше саме нікнейм як soobeliut краще так зберегти, мені подобається слово, субеліут. Я видалив деякі пости бо іноді я хочу навчитись простої анонімності. І ні, не повіриш людино, я не роблю це після якоїсь проблеми типу "Назвати людину підарасом, ніґґером, жидом, хохлом, дегенератом, бляддю, педіком, або зробити не просте токсичне письмо а прям жорстку деанонімізацію персони але оскільки в мене нема психо-терапевтно-аналітично-логічної кваліфікації то будь-яке просвітлення персони звучатиме ризиковано", мені лінь бути цим. Навіть якщо я смішний то авжеш я матиму людей з якими я говорю як остання тварь але це не чому я роблю це як анкету в хіндж ну лан, то авжеш я буду з деякими як остання тварь де мені пофіг що вона казатиме, я не знаю наскільки фашиська я. Ймовірно буде правильно робити щоденниковий стан.

Треба повчити іспанську.

Saturdaze: Brunch, booze, and tattoos

2026-10-25T02:57:00+00:00

K and I have been planning a tattoo day since June but with everything that happened over the summer we put it off til today. Today was like... the longest day but at least we had a good time and the weather was perfect.

For bunch we shared pancakes, sausage, home fries, and an amazing Autumn chopped salad with cranberries, butternut squash, green apples, pears, blue cheese crumbles, and bacon. It was BYOB so we had mimosas.

Then it was off to the tattoo shop where K got 2 tattoos and I ended up getting 3 (I was planning on getting only one). In between K's session and my own, we took a walk around the block to another tattoo parlor where they also did piercings and she got her rook (I think that's what it's called — one of the flaps on the top part of the inside of the ear) pierced.

When we were done, we went to a nearby bar for drinks to celebrate our new permanent ink. We considered buying last minute tickets to a concert but decided on tacos instead.

An old fashioned for no one

Walang Hiya under my trachea and ANAK on my left hand

Two of the tattoos I got are words/phrases in Tagalog.

Walang hiya in it's most basic translation means "no shame". It's used as a negative — like when my parents didn't like something I did, they would say "walang hiya ka" (you are shameless) to put me down when they believed my behavior was too brazen for their standards. It's a deep insult (like deeper than I can bother to explain in English) and delivered in a berating or disgusted tone.

I've chosen to adopt the younger gen Filipino/x American version of walang hiya where it's meant to reclaim the phrase and uplift it to mean "to live with no shame" or in my particular case, "to speak with no shame".

As for anak, it translates to "child" but more in the sense of offspring not like general kids (then we'd use bata). This particular tattoo has two meanings for me, one of them being for my parents who always called me anak (or nak) over using my name.

Praticando Desenho (Persistência)

2026-10-25T02:30:00+00:00

O meu objetivo na Internet, de modo geral, tem sido documentar a vida ao meu redor, como se fosse uma carta de Pero Vaz de Caminha à Portugal. Escolhi o Bearblog por ser um lugar muito prazeroso para estar, com uma comunidade muito interessante e acolhedora. Outro ponto me cativou: o Herman me permitir utilizar a plataforma (pois não sou assinante), além de estar adaptado ao sistema.

Nesta publicação, registro mais um processo de desenho, em vídeo. É apenas mais um esboço. Uso como referência o personagem Jesus, da série "The Chosen".

Ao documentar os processos de criação, devo evoluir e sair dos simples esboços. É semelhante ao objetivo principal deste blog: (forçar-me a) evoluir a minha produção textual. Pretendo melhorar a minha comunicação escrita e a minha percepção artística.

No vídeo, utilizo mais uma vez o grafite 2B. Deixei os lápis de lado há tempos, pois sou alérgico ao pó do grafite que sai ao apontá-los.

Vou continuar a desenhar bustos até me sentir confortável para fazer rachuras neles. O importante é a persistência.

Por hora é isso, amigo leitor. Fique com o vídeo do meu processo de desenho, logo abaixo.

Neste vídeo, eu, Evandro Maia Neves, faço um esboço tendo como referência foi um frame de uma edição aleatória (da aba "Shorts") do personagem Jesus (da série "The Chosen"). A técnica utilizada foi grafite a traços livres. Os matérias foram: papel A4 (gramatura normal), lapiseira, grafite 2B e borracha. Na primeira parte do vídeo a gravação acelera 10 vezes sobre a velocidade normal, já a segunda parte é acelerada em 5 vezes. Não utilizei música nem efeitos sonoros na edição do vídeo, pois o objetivo da gravação é apenas documentar o processo de desenho.

honesty, then a little joy

2026-10-25T02:25:00+00:00

for the most part of two years, now, i have posted something here every day, barring a few intentional breaks on account of intentional digital detox, and usually followed by some larger piece borne of that time away.

recently, however, gaps have emerged. i will tell you: these breaks in posting here reflect my disengagement with much else in my life, too. all that happens and no longer happens when hopelessness overcomes all will to act. perhaps this is ultimately appropriate, if i consider this space to be an artefact i am building as an expression of my life.

i keep chewing, recently, on this truth: the problem is that i am me.

but i was me when i was happy, too. and i have been happy, sometimes. and i want to be happy. i am trying. i am really trying.

in that spirit, and in the spirit of Fran's Joyrides, i wanted to list some of the joy-apposite things in my life right now:

the laugh i got when i finally reached the line "do i look like a bleeding atmosphere?" in Zoe Skoulding's most recent poetry collection, "do i look like an atmosphere?" just incredible.
the joy i inspired in my friends with my country style rendition of the pokemon theme song
new-friend-crush (verwickelt; kompliziert; hey - i'm still me)
i have another gig coming up, and i have written a few songs i think are not bad.
i got fucked just so.
i received a physical letter from one of my close friends who recently moved away.
i organised my vinyl collection, and came upon the pressing of "Love Over Gold" that it appears i must have nabbed from my parents, stamped with their names as it is. i don't have much of a relationship with my parents anymore. the love of music, and the music they introduced me to, feels like maybe it's one of the only real connections i still have with them, one-sided though it may be. indeed, their encouragement of my interest in vinyl is the reason i even have a record collection, despite not being rich, as i was able to pick up so much of the music i love for pennies from car boot sales, years before vinyl become cool (and thus expensive) again. these are some of the only happy memories of my childhood, and i treasure them, along with the artefacts i retain from them.
moreover, this particular record is hilariously warped. i played the side that's taken up almost entirely by 'telegraph road,' expecting it to be unlistenable. the artefacts, flanging, scratching, all that, somehow, actually enhanced the song, powerful as it is to begin with. i cried the whole way through. it's a sad song, but, there was a real profound synthesis, uniquity, and beauty, there.
i am teaching a friend to play the guitar, and it is wonderful to experience watching someone fall in love with the instrument, as i once did.
i spend so much of my energy trying not to inflict myself on other people, and it is exhausting. today, i was able to have a conversation with a friend during which i was able to be really honest about how i feel, while not feeling at all that i was hurting them by doing so. i think it helped me a lot.
i was invited and introduced to a wonderful and mysterious place online. and that's all i will say about that.
at work, i kicked up a fuss after a colleague sloppified my academic article by feeding it through an LLM, because they did not understand it, and thought it should be simplified. i disagree with this on principle, though it was made so much worse by the fact that the output removed any and all interesting science from the thing. accordingly, i refused to have my name associated with a submission of this LLM-degeneration of my work, and protested the disrespect of the act. this, of course, caused all kinds of trouble, eventually involving the senior management team, and i have probably damaged my career over it. eventually, however, i was granted the permission to write the article myself, after i finally called them on an ultimatum-style bluff wherein i was told that my name must be on it, or there would be no publication.

maybe these aren't all entirely joyful things. but maybe they make life worth living. it's not all bad.

other things said

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Yesterday :: Saturday, 24th October 2026

[Wargaming] Venusian Myconids

2026-10-25T02:23:41.518309+00:00

Back in April I blogged about some 15mm VSF terrain that was on the paintingtable.
Today I finished painting the inhabitants of that particular biome;
The Myconids.

I put about 15 hours into painting the army, which is pretty slow on my part. Not surprised, as I haven't been putting paint on brush since.. Well, forever, it feels like. Had to scroll a fair bit in the media library to find a few pics of the previous models I finished early August.
I have however been painting some terrain for Turnip28 before these, probably making a post about that in the future.

First up, some shooty types. I did print 20 more of these for some reason. The whole project was supposed to be around 25 models all in all, but I got carried away. They are around 21mm tall and even then I scaled them down a bit before printing as they were to big for my taste, even tho they are supposed to be huge compared to the alien invaders (ie. humans).

I don't really know what to call these things..
A couple weaponplatforms, some flying brains and some brainworms.
I'm thinking everything is a different stage of the lifecycle that ends up being the weaponplatform-creature.

To round the shrooms out, here are the Mushinators (heh) and a couple of bosstypes that probably always will have some kind of psycic powers. Because staffs. Right?

The whole lot as it sits in the cabinet until used.

Not by any means a boring project, but quite rather the opposite. While the melee-types and weaponplatforms are a bit "flat" on top of the caps, that´s pretty much the only complaint I had. A very relaxing and carefree painting-project.
Everything is sculpted by Arian Croft of Ill Gotten Games/Dutch Mogul fame and are available for free on Thingiverse.
My resinprinter is dead, long live etc. When I get a new one, I will add the Branar Lasher as a centerpiece.

/Skald

a fantastic meal

2026-10-25T02:09:44.470462+00:00

I just wanna post about this cause I thought it was noteworthy.

My partner made the best steak I've ever had in my lifeeeee! I normally hate steak cause it's always tough and hard to chew through whenever I get it at a restaurant! I don't care how you cook it, rare, medium, whatever. I just want it to be tender! And for some reason that's always been too much to ask, so I just never got it!

But today my partner had these really nice ribeye steaks that were on sale, super big. They made them with some white sweet potatoes, which I've also not had cause I usually don't dig sweet potatoes. It was all amazing! The steak was tender and delicious, and I think I could eat those white sweet potatoes forever! The potatoes were sweet, without being overbearing, and they were so nice and soft. The steak was so perfect, and it was huge! I couldn't eat the whole thing, so I've got it in the fridge for a leftover quesadilla or maybe to have with some eggs for breakfast tomorrow.

My partner is the best, they are so amazing at everything they do, and I'm so lucky <3

Glimpses of today (20261024)

2026-10-25T01:48:42.667511+00:00

Next-to-last outdoor market for the year today. Got a good haul: cantaloupe, bell peppers, yogurt, cheese, smoked ham hock, and ground pork. Nice chats with a couple of the vendors, and the perfect morning for a scooter ride even though i neglected to charge it so was having to go really slow and keep a close eye on the battery.

Was not the work day i'd planned, though. Just couldn't find my focus for one of the two projects i needed to tackle and the other is waiting on info from others. So it was a little cleanups kind of day. Useful enough, if not what was really needed.

The batch of bar cookies ended up being vanilla-cardamom instead of vanilla-orange-cardamom. There's a hint of orange, but i overcompensated for having used too much lemon in the previous batch so not quite the flavor combo i was aiming for. Still yummy, though.

today's tea: kukicha
current soundscape: Retro Cocktail Hour
recently reading: Otherside issue 3

On My Tenth World Teachers' Day...

2026-10-25T01:27:21.122155+00:00

On my tenth World Teachers' Day as an educator I was given a roughly cut printable card with a pun-derful design that my new set of homeroom students names written in...

I was given two chocolate chip cookies in a plastic bag and offered hot chocolate that I couldn’t have due to my allergy…

My inbox was dinging every single period with “World Teachers' Day” trivia and upcoming deadlines and my day ended with an unexpected phone call…

By the time I got home and processed it all I realized two things:

I forgot to post my favourite teaching quote of all time...¹
Things weren’t always like this.

I didn’t get into teaching for the gifts or the breaks. I got into teaching after being surrounded by brilliant educators my entire life and realizing I wanted to be a part of that. I didn’t get into teaching for the acknowledgement I got into teaching because I deeply believe education is one of the few things the world cannot strip you of and can lead to liberation. After a string of terrible teaching years, an ineffective strike and what I can only describe as being in a state of walking burnout I can feel myself beginning to get more pessimistic about the state of education.

Some of the best moments of recognition were the ones that happened organically. In the spirit of reflection and a very belated World Teachers' Day blog entry, I wanted to take a moment and share some of the greatest moments of being seen and appreciated by the people who matter the most in education (in no particular order):

In my first year of teaching my students organized a petition to request that I stay in a permanent role to administration. It didn’t quite work but I knew I had done my job right when I saw them take this on.
When teaching third grade, one of my students overheard me mention to another teacher that I ran out of sticky notes for the year and the office refused to give me more. The next day their parent who ran a dollar store showed up with a boxful of sticky notes and said that if I ever needed more just to come by. Since then the box has run out, but the memory still remains in my heart every time I buy sticky notes.
After noticing my tea thermos had a tiny rainbow mug attached to it that I would pour my chai or other tea into at work, a student bought a tiny espresso cup so "your tiny cup has a friend now"
A few years ago, I had a student obsessed with space so I’d always take the time to mention any space related events during our weekly current events discussions, at the end of the year they gifted me a Sephora gift card because they remembered me mentioning that I just don’t feel like myself without my eyeliner on...
My high school visual arts student who took my "submit a kermit meme with late assignments" task very seriously and drew a picture of me as Kermit the Frog... Or is it Kermit the Frog dressed as me?
The students who approached me about running a variety of social justice related clubs and made such a substantial impact on our school community that it reminded me that yes... The kids are alright.
Every drawing, crochet creation, letter and card students have given me over the years even though I am running out of room in my box because I know those gifts took time to make and I treasure them the most.
Every unexpected encounter with students many years after teaching, including one of a student who I taught nine years ago running into me while we both commuted on public transit.
After hearing me use the phrase “upsetti spaghetti” a few times in my class a student took the time at home to make me a can of it. Yes, it was just a regular can of Heinz spaghetti and yes the label was unfortunately AI generated but the gesture warmed my frozen heart just a little bit more.

What I experienced on October 5th this year wasn’t a lack of consideration or care, I think it is a deeper indication of how things are looking for frontline teachers across the globe. World Teachers’ Day has become just another day of recognition that (funnily enough) teachers themselves have to organize a celebration for otherwise it becomes a footnote in increasingly busy years...

Upon reflection though, it is the moments that I still remember now that have the largest impact. Those moments are what teaching is all about.

"I hate teaching. I don't take apprentices. I don't impart knowledge." - Jade Curtiss, Tales of the Abyss (2005)↩

Task Force Beholder - Sons of Thunder

2026-10-25T01:23:39.048517+00:00

Date played: 10/25/2026

Players:

Mary Land - Spuk

Brick Schidtt - Mistuh

Mont Kaskad - Aggie

John "Whack" Smackem - Connor

Odyssea - Nobody

Truffle Pig - Me

GM - Oldhawkeyes

Recap:

TFB left the USS Gerald Ford to investigate the status of Trollhattan keep. Since it's lord was killed last session, it was ripe for the taking. Mont Kaskad claimed it as his own and looted it of its riches(2000GP + an ornamental sword), generously donating the funds to TFB's treasury.

Back in Solna, TFB investigated rumors of youths cavorting in the forest. Mary Land tried to get in with these youths by showing them her cool magic. She summoned two ocelots, but had to sacrifice a chicken she just bought for this purpose. The youths were impressed enough to show us their cavorting spot.

Mary tried pawning off her cats to an old fisherman, who could not trade with gold, but gave up his daughter and some other things in exchange for these exotic pets. The daughter, Melissa, was given a pistol and inaugurated into TFB. She immediately shot a local boy dead.

While being guided through the forest by a teenager, TFB encountered a group of bare chested berserkers who bore religious markings inked on their skin. These were the Sons of Thunder, guardians of the nearby temple of Thor. Brick Schidtt impressed them with a feat of strength, by lifting a really big dead tree.

They welcomed TFB into their temple and informed the squad of their troubles with the Little People, who they referred to as agents of chaos and an 'inferior race'. TFB saw a potential strategic partnership with the little folk and so planned to eliminate the Sons of Thunder via ambush at night. Also, Truffle Pig smelled a lot of gold somewhere in this temple.

While the berserkers slept in their temple, Truffle Pig rigged 2 breaching charges to the entrance. Kaskad, riding Big Thumb the ogre, burst through the wall and opened fire on them with his AR. One Thumb came in swinging.

Confused and scared, some of the berserkers made for the door at the other end, only to be caught in the breaching blast. Odyssea then threw a grenade into the breach and Mary Land cast a poisonous cloud while the others opened fire. In the ensuing chaos, Mary Land was ordered to kill the teenager who guided the squad here.

One of the clerics of Thor emerged and cast a curse on the entire squad save Kaskad and Big Thumb. Piggy was downed and the others suffered from madness. Kaskad then fired on the ceiling, bringing down the whole structure, eliminating the cleric.

With Truffle Pig stabilized TFB looted the premises and received 5000GP and an apple worth 10 points of Viz which Mary Land pocketed.

After the battle, Karskad returned to his keep and rallied the Knights into joining NATO. One day, they too shall be armed with automatic firearms.

The team then returned to the USS Gerald Ford, congratulating themselves on a clean op.

rules

2026-10-25T01:18:27.755009+00:00

rules

when in doubt, use default.
less is not more, less is less, keep it that way.
type in lower cases - lazy pinkies.
life is too short to worry about a lot of things.
it is easier to tell what is bad for me than what is good for me; stop doing the bad and ignore what claimed to be good.
it was not my fault, but it is my problem.
start with less.
life has no if.
don't look back

tbc

2 hours, 51 minutes ago

fotos da manifestação

2026-10-25T01:14:00+00:00

Mon Refugee School: Hiring English Teacher

2026-10-25T01:12:39.364873+00:00

This is just a rant. I am currently helping a Mon Refugee School. They are from Myanmar and have been living in my country for more than 10 years. This race of people called Mon. They get very little help as not many knows their existence.

The school desperately needed English teachers. The last few months, I have been asking for referrals from my network. One candidate finally called me.

I explained to her that:

The role is to teach English at the school.
The commitment is 1 session 2 hours a week.
The students are 9 years old to 14 years old. They all have strong beginner background as I have talked to the students.
This is a paying role, she gets paid for her services. I will pay her directly every month. I did not tell her that I will raise funds to pay for her salary.

After a few phone calls, I suggested that we can meet up at the school to see whether she is willing to commit for one year. Just before our meeting, she told me that she actually teaches mandarin. I have to bite my tongue, not to lash out at her. She explained that mandarin is more useful than English. I told her that English is a must as the students are trying to pass their exams.

Nevertheless, I am a the cup is half-full person. I will see how I can workaround the problem and get the right teacher that the student needs.

Benim İçin OSR

2026-10-25T01:01:04.744664+00:00

OSR (Old School Renaissance veya Eski Usûlün Rönesansı) sahnesine maruz kalışım sanırım 2024'ün sonlarından başladı. Bu dönemde The Black Hack 2e, Cairn 2e, Shadowdark ve OSE gibi sistemleri okuyup bazılarını arkadaşlarımla oynamaya çalıştık (Black Hack) bazılarında da gerçekten oynayabildik (Shadowdark).

Kelsey Dionne'un Shadowdark'ı, dostum Erce ile başka sistemlere de akan Detemir - Kraghrimm maceralarının da başlangıcı oldu. O sıralar sistem seçiminin oyuncu profiline göre yapılmasının gerektiğini yavaştan anlamaya başlamıştım. Özellikle hem oyuncu olduğum hem de DM olmaya çalıştığım D&D 5e masalarında daha karakter oluştururken yaşadığım(ız) hantallık bana biraz ters geliyordu, en azından bilinçaltı seviyesinde. Burada neden bir masa etrafına toplanıp zar atıp rollere büründüğümüz oyunları neden oynadığımıza dair belki bir alt başlık atılabilir, ama şu an değil.

Shadowdark'ın görece hafif kurallara sahip olması, bir büyünün yarım sayfalık paragrafa sahip olmaması, özellikle karanlığın önemi ve yine görece ölümcüllük benim OSR'a bakış açımı etkilemişti. Sistem tabii ki mükemmel değildi; bir baş büyücünün sadece seviyesi yüksek olmasından dolayı yüksek bir can puanına sahip olması ve silahların/zırhların fiyat ayarlarının bana göre mantıklı yapılmaması beni hem "bu oyununu nasıl değiştirebilirim" düşüncesine itti hem de farklı sistemlere yelken açmama sebep oldu. Belirli bir süre MÖRK BORG'u arkadaşlarımla oynamak için Türkçeleştirmeye çalıştığım sıralarda Erce ile maceralarımıza Gavin Norman'ın OSE/Dolmenwood'uyla devam ettik.

Bu özgeçmişimsi girişten sonra; benim için OSR kavramı ne ifade etmektedir?

Okuduğum ve oynadığım OSR oyunlarında (ve OSR kapsamında podcastler, videolar, blog sayfaları dahil olmak üzere) temalar az bir madde listesi ile özetlenebilir:

Hakemin hükmü (veya masanın ortak kararı) kurallardan üstün gelir.
Her eylem için zar atılmaz. Oyuncu karakterleri halihazırda belirli yetkinliklere sahiptir.
Dünya oyuncu karakterlerine göre şekil almaz. Potansiyel düşmanlarla karşılaşmalar seviye dengesine göre değildir.
Oyuncu karakterinin becerisinden daha çok oyuncunun kendi becerisi ön plandadır.

Bu listeyi genişletmeye başladığımız zaman "Hangi OSR?" sorusunun sorulmasına da yaklaşmış olmaktayız. Örneğin bazıları sadece 70'lerin ve 80'lerin D&D retro-klonlarını OSR kabul ederken diğerleri için üstteki listeye uyan oyunlar gayet tabii bir şekilde OSR'dır. Ancak 80'lerin başlarında B/X veya AD&D oynamış çoğu kişiyi dinlediğinizde şöyle bir doku ortaya çıkmakta: "Ya, kurallar vardı da kuralları biz pek takmıyorduk.". Matt Finch'in konu hakkında güzel bir şakayla karışık cümlesi vardır: "Oyunda kurallar olduğunu 3. edisyon ile öğrendim."

Bu bahsettiğim doku aslında o dönem bu oyunları oynayan insanların genel yaş kitlesini de yansıtmaktadır. Çocukken oynadığımız oyunlardan aldığımız zevk bir kural dağından değil de, hafif bir kural çerçevesi sunan oyunları kendi çocuk ruhumuzla dolduruyor oluşumuzdan gelmekteydi (Saklambaça ne kadar fazla kural ekleyebilirsin ki?).

OSR aslında benim için bu; çocuk ruhuna dönüş. En azından bu ruha tutunuş çabalarımdan biri. 80'lerin D&D sistemleri nasıldı değil de nasıl oynanıyordu sorusunun cevabına belki ulaşabildiğimiz modern bir yeniden canlanış.

Task Force Beholder - Operation Blackmarsh Thunder (Report)

2026-10-25T00:53:00+00:00

another session of vanilla fantasy run by oldhawkeyes

Classification: #@!..ä

Operation: 10/25 Blackmarsch Thunder

Agents: Mary Land Manhattan, Odyssia, Brick Schiddt, Mont Kaskad and Ogre Half Thumb, Truffle Pig, John "Whack" Smackem.

Commands:

something, something, law and order 
MARY LAND IS HERE TO FUCK SHIT UP!
and to collect corpses for a project

Action Protocol:

Squad is deployed towards Trollhättan. Troubles between NATO soldiers and local forces are ended by Odyssia's shotgun diplomacy. Mont Kaskad inspects the castle and appoints himself leader. Mary Land robs peasants of their chicken and pig's heads. The castle is successfully emptied.
Travel to Solna to establish contact with the local youth said to be cavorting with the devil (good). Inital investigations yield no route into the forest. Mary Land conjures cats (exotic) to impress the youth and then sells cats to local fisherman for 53gp., daughter (Melissa) and shovel (worthless but beloved). Melissa is initiated into the forces and handed a weapon. Local delinquent is eliminated.
Squad proceeds into the forest. Thunder god servants are encountered. Brick Schiddt makes contact. The thorists plan on waging war on the small folk (possibly gnomes). Squad accepts invitations and camps at the thunder temple.
Truffle Pig's dwarf nose smells gold.
Truffle Pig sets breach charges, Mont Kaskad and Half Thumb open second access point, remaining squad hides in the bushes. Violent exchange ensues. Result: 37 enemy combatants eliminated, Truffle Pig gravely wounded as well as Whack, MLM, Odyssia, Brick suffering from short term madness.
Rubble is salvaged for 5000 gold pieces, Viz Gem Aple (10 points). Mary Land leaves a message to the small folk: "Left you a present. XOXO NATO"
Squad returns to Solna to rest up. Melissa commits sanctioned patricide.
Upon return, Truffle Pig is awarded the purple heart and marksmanship honors.

USA is the wolf to be fattened, destined to devour the world
beast of fur, grease, and fire, fated to be offered up last
to the child of life, death is the sweetest drink
Mary Land consumes it all, no dog shall live

the koch family almost makes me believe in collective punishment

2026-10-25T00:42:22.469014+00:00

weather: 🌥️ downright autumnal
critters: cats

i learned about the abrupt closure of catapult via "catapult elizabeth koch into the sun," a brief article that will tell you everything you need to know about the situation and the insufferable nepo baby who ruined it out of "retaliation and boredom"

an argument against billionaires (and noblesse oblige) in microcosm: when non-billionaires tire of their hyperfixations, all they've squandered is a couple hundred bucks

ungrafted class - intermediate blinds 10/24

2026-10-25T00:40:00+00:00

did great today. got the varietals right (chard, riesling, pinot, syrah).

learnings

old world leans secondary first (bigger delta from nose to palate). eg riesling Nahe hits you with petrol plastic while aussie riesling was faintly petrol but fruit first
green hue in wine is causal with higher acid
tearing H/M/L is overall speed/quantity, less about how thick the legs look. example do few tears form and the wine just runs down the glass? do some tears form and they’re kinda droopy? or do a ton of tears form and they really cling to the glass
new world you will find more consistency from nose to palate
when blinding focus on structure. aromas change (as wine heats up, by producer region for a varietal) but structure holds
to gauge tannins lean forward and hold wine above front teeth, makes it more perceptible
to gauge alcohol stand up straight take a sip and quickly swallow. feel the alcohol going down your throat, how far does it get? how hot is it? when you exhale do you feel it
to gauge florals hold wine slightly away from nose. inhale with both nose and mouth!
hot pink is a great color adjective for rim on some ruby or ruby purple wines
syrah - holy shit the black pepper was so pronounced in the aussie shiraz. i could really detect it today. combined with the savoriness it really did smell like salami (pork log with black pepper)
croze hermitage was natural and lots more around france these days. if they didnt fine filter use so2 it will be natty. i couldn’t pick out yet syrah characters here (savory black fruit) but apparently they existed

wines

(fun starter)

loved. flavor was like pernand vergless lots of mlf / light oak. though not as balanced as french wine (this fruit seemed unripe and overall quite tart)

Granville "Basalt" Chardonnay, Willamette Valley AVA, Oregon. Vintage not visible on label. Drawn from organically farmed sites on volcanic basalt in Dundee Hills and Eola-Amity Hills; made by Jackson and Ayla Holstein.

flight 1 (riesling)

preferred german even though nose was so intense petrol. both dry with undetectable rs. german one was just more balanced, so much minerality, a little riper & yellow apple

Pewsey Vale Dry Riesling 2025, Single Vineyard Estate, Eden Valley, South Australia
Schäfer-Fröhlich "Vulkangestein" Riesling Trocken 2022, Nahe, Germany. Sourced from two GG sites, Schlossböckelheimer Felsenberg and Bockenauer Stromberg.

flights 2 (pinot)

liked both. pommard smelled like a cote de nuit village. apparently cote d beaune pinots are bigger rougher than nuits

Domaine Denis Carré Pommard "Les Noizons" 2022, Côte de Beaune, Burgundy (Pinot Noir).
Cobb Pinot Noir "Wendling Vineyard" 2022, Anderson Valley, Mendocino, California.

flight 3 (syrah)

didn’t like any of these wines. aussie was like eating salami. croze smelled and tasted like fermented vegetables

Clonakilla"O'Riada" Shiraz 2023, Canberra District, NSW, Australia.
Domaine Les Bruyères "Georges" Crozes-Hermitage 2023 (David Reynaud), Northern Rhône. 100% Syrah, 20 to 30 year old vines; organic since 2003, biodynamic since 2005.

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

2026-10-25T00:30:00+00:00

(This will not be a shortened version. I intend to translate the whole thing, but will put it up piece by piece until it is done.)

Istori peri orifis Dormi

by Washington Irving per Uasinton Irbin

FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF THE LATE DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER. (es pas eureka inter papermulti ot Didrik Knikerboker)

A pleasing land of drowsy head it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky.
CASTLE OF INDOLENCE.

Ili es pas uni lokal ot sefal dormi -
ot biodormi, na undula ante optik unisurbi klos;
e ot dommaga beni in nefelo, na pas,
e paso jurtuta in sel sesonbi.
eks "Dommaga ot Fobergo"

1

In the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators the Tappan Zee, and where they always prudently shortened sail and implored the protection of St. Nicholas when they crossed, there lies a small market town or rural port, which by some is called Greensburgh, but which is more generally and properly known by the name of Tarry Town.
In uni ot orifismulti stenone, na fakto orifismulti in limit ot potam Odson, a lokal stenone potam, na es pas sefal per androdireksipmulti paleo ot Olan ot mari Tapan, e plaskia ilis longane pas jurtuta beil, e deman sekur ot santa Nikolas, temkia ilis pasodia, es urban mikro ot marke o porto ot agri, antrop multine nam Urbanberdi, sed es kones komon plus e korek per nam Urbanbelone.

This name was given, we are told, in former days, by the good housewives of the adjacent country, from the inveterate propensity of their husbands to linger about the village tavern on market days.
Nam dis es pas don - es logo a mis - intem jur paleo per ginegamemulti ot lokal bisin, akaus desir natur ot androgamemulti pro espek a dombibe intem jur marke.

Be that as it may, I do not vouch for the fact, but merely advert to it, for the sake of being precise and authentic.
Dis es inergo, benkia mi berita ne fakto dis, sed logo simple dis pro es korek e basi.

Not far from this village, perhaps about two miles, there is a little valley or rather lap of land among high hills, which is one of the quietest places in the whole world.
Abe longane ot urban mikro dis, inergo bi milpaso, o bale mikro, o in plas ot dis geo lebanne, na es lokal fonone tele ot Geo komple.

A small brook glides through it, with just murmur enough to lull one to repose; and the occasional whistle of a quail or tapping of a woodpecker is almost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the uniform tranquillity.
Uni potam mikro kuren dia ili, na abe fono lebanne tak pro kaus dormi; e fono bitritem ot kok silbi o ot ornibatalarbor es uni telenetuta fono, na stop trankuil komon.

2

I recollect that, when a stripling, my first exploit in squirrel-shooting was in a grove of tall walnut-trees that shades one side of the valley.
Mi memor, na temkia es jube, kas uni ot mi pro diana jo mikro es pas in grup ot arbormulti leban, na kaus skia a uni latera ot bale.

I had wandered into it at noontime, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and was startled by the roar of my own gun, as it broke the Sabbath stillness around and was prolonged and reverberated by the angry echoes.
Mi planet in ili medijur, temkia natur tuta es fonone, e es pas surpris per fono leban ot fusil ot miauto, temkia ili stop trankuil ot Juruni, e es longa plus, e es fonore per fonologoremulti nerfo.

If ever I should wish for a retreat whither I might steal from the world and its distractions, and dream quietly away the remnant of a troubled life, I know of none more promising than this little valley.
Si mi desir probable lokal ot repos, plaskia mi inergo sekret ot Geo e fasilne ot ili, e biodormi futur resta ot bio trankuilne, mi kones plasnul kontenne bale mikro dis.

3

From the listless repose of the place, and the peculiar character of its inhabitants, who are descendants from the original Dutch settlers, this sequestered glen has long been known by the name of SLEEPY HOLLOW, and its rustic lads are called the Sleepy Hollow Boys throughout all the neighboring country.
Akaus repos logone ot lokal dis e karakter komonne ot antropdom, na es infan ot antropdom komen ot Olan, lokal ot arbor dis es kones longa per nam Orifis Dormi, e andro ot tempas es apela infanandro ot orifis Dormi dia lokal bisin komple.

A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere.
Pres dormi e biodormi optikomo pende sur lokal, e komple aer iliauto.

Some say that the place was bewitched by a High German doctor, during the early days of the settlement; others, that an old Indian chief, the prophet or wizard of his tribe, held his powwows there before the country was discovered by Master Hendrick Hudson.
Antrop bitri logo, na lokal es pas logobenne per andromedisinnatur paleo ot Germani, intem jurmulti ot antropdom basi; bitri omone logo, na androsefal ot demo Indian, andrologofutur o andromedisintauma ot demofamili ili, abe pas mitin plasna, ante na lokal es eureka per androenglan Endrik Odson.

Certain it is, the place still continues under the sway of some witching power, that holds a spell over the minds of the good people, causing them to walk in a continual reverie.
Es sekur, na lokal es stopne sub pres ot inergo ot sistemfide benne, na abe logobenne sur serebra ot antroplokal tuta, na kaus, na ilis es in biodormi stopne.

They are given to all kinds of marvellous beliefs, are subject to trances and visions, and frequently see strange sights, and hear music and voices in the air.
Ilis abe komon klasmulti ot fide tauma, inergo abe biodormi e optik komonne multi, e optik temmulti stof naturne, e oto musik e fono in aer.

The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales, haunted spots, and twilight superstitions; stars shoot and meteors glare oftener across the valley than in any other part of the country, and the nightmare, with her whole ninefold, seems to make it the favorite scene of her gambols.
Bisin tuta es komple per istori lokal, plas kon siko ot korpo morta, e fide komonne intem foto forsene ot sola; stela pas e katarakta dia bale temmulti plus je lokal omone tuta ot nasion, e biodormi fob optikomo es multi per temmulti, omo plasdis es lokal filo plasuni.

4

The dominant spirit, however, that haunts this enchanted region, and seems to be commander-in-chief of all the powers of the air, is the apparition of a figure on horseback, without a head.
Prona siko forse plasuni, na dom lokal tauma dis, e optikomo es sefal ot inergo tuta ot aer, es forma ot karakter abene sefal sur ipo.

It is said by some to be the ghost of a Hessian trooper, whose head had been carried away by a cannon-ball, in some nameless battle during the Revolutionary War, and who is ever and anon seen by the country folk hurrying along in the gloom of night, as if on the wings of the wind.
Bitri antrop logo, na ili es siko ot androbatal ot nasion Hese ot Germani, sefal de na es priseks per glob ot fusilmagaarme intem batal abene nam intem batal Independen, e na es optik temmulti per antropagrimulti, na belo in fotone ot noktu, omo per tero ot benti.

His haunts are not confined to the valley, but extend at times to the adjacent roads, and especially to the vicinity of a church at no great distance.
Plasdom ot ili es ne limit a bale, sed bitritem es tele plus a rutmulti telene, e surtuta a bisin ot domkristo telene.

Indeed, certain of the most authentic historians of those parts, who have been careful in collecting and collating the floating facts concerning this spectre, allege that the body of the trooper having been buried in the churchyard, the ghost rides forth to the scene of battle in nightly quest of his head, and that the rushing speed with which he sometimes passes along the Hollow, like a midnight blast, is owing to his being belated, and in a hurry to get back to the churchyard before daybreak.
Berita, antropistori berita multine ot lokal dis, na es atentif peri androoptikomo dis, kolek e sistem fakto multi peri ili, ofer, na poste korpo ot androbatal es pas ingeo in kurti ot domkristo, siko ot ili pasoante per ipo a plas ot batal noktu tuta pro eureka sefal ili, e na belo maga ot ili, per na ili pas dia orifis omo benti ot medinoktu, es akaus ili es postetem, e ili pres pro aribere a kurti ante lebansola.

5

Such is the general purport of this legendary superstition, which has furnished materials for many a wild story in that region of shadows; and the spectre is known at all the country firesides, by the name of the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow.
Tak es istori komon ot tauma fidene dis, na don stof pro istorimulti mania in lokal na ot skia; e siko es kones a plasigni tuta ot antropagrimulti per nam Androipo abene sefal ot orifis Dormi.

6

It is remarkable that the visionary propensity I have mentioned is not confined to the native inhabitants of the valley, but is unconsciously imbibed by every one who resides there for a time.
Es subline, na ide, peri na mi logo, es ne uni inter antropdommulti ot bale, sed es absob abene kones per antrop tuta, na dom plasna intem tem longane.

However wide awake they may have been before they entered that sleepy region, they are sure, in a little time, to inhale the witching influence of the air, and begin to grow imaginative, to dream dreams, and see apparitions.
Benkia ilis es atentif, ante ilis aribe a lokal dormi dis, es sukur, na ilis respira pres ot aer benne, e komen esaribe desinsiko, abe biodormimulti e optik stof beritane.

7

I mention this peaceful spot with all possible laud, for it is in such little retired Dutch valleys, found here and there embosomed in the great State of New York, that population, manners, and customs remain fixed, while the great torrent of migration and improvement, which is making such incessant changes in other parts of this restless country, sweeps by them unobserved.
Mi logo peri plas trankuil dis kon aplaud tuta inergo, akaus abe in balemulti mikro ot Olan, na es eureka dis e na in nasion maga Iork Neo, na antrop, usa e akto multi komon esaribe fisa, intem kuren maga ot antropmulti e stof ben plus, na fakto muta stopne a lokalmulti omone ot nasion dis, pas ultra ilis abene obserba.

They are like those little nooks of still water, which border a rapid stream, where we may see the straw and bubble riding quietly at anchor, or slowly revolving in their mimic harbor, undisturbed by the rush of the passing current.
Ilis es omo plas mikro ot idro sinene, na es a limit ot potam belo, plaskia mis inergo optik uni folio ot erbi umidne o globaer, na es sinene o rotat trankuil a porto mikro, na es ne stop per belo ot kuren, na pas.

Though many years have elapsed since I trod the drowsy shades of Sleepy Hollow, yet I question whether I should not still find the same trees and the same families vegetating in its sheltered bosom.
Benkia anu multi pas pas, poste mi es in skia ot orifis Dormi, mi deman temdis, si mi eureka arbormulti omo e familimulti omo, na resta in lokal sekur na.

8

In this by-place of nature there abode, in a remote period of American history, that is to say, some thirty years since, a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane, who sojourned, or, as he expressed it, “tarried,” in Sleepy Hollow, for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity.
A lokal sefalne dis ot natur intem tem tele ot istori ot Amerika - na es poste trideka anu - abe pas uni andro balor ot nam Ikabod Kren, na dom - o ili logo pas - "belone" a orifis Dormi pro kaus peri instruk infanmulti ot bisin.

He was a native of Connecticut, a State which supplies the Union with pioneers for the mind as well as for the forest, and sends forth yearly its legions of frontier woodmen and country schoolmasters.
Ili es pas pas antropdom ot nasion Konetikot - nasion, na don a Uni ot Amerika antrop neo pro serebra je pro silbi, e espedi antropsilbi e sefalskola multi anu tuta.

The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person.
Signifi ot nam Kren (orni kon skelo longa) es korek pro korpo ili.

He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together.
Ili es pas leban, sed pakine multitele, kon bi epaul steno, brak e skelo longa; mani, na pende tele ultra brakbesti; pod, na optikomo stofeskaba; e forma ili pende presne.

His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weather-cock perched upon his spindle neck to tell which way the wind blew.
Sefal ili es pas mikro e plan a sur kon bi oto maga, optik berdi maga e fotone, e rino longa omo orni, prona ili optikomo stof sur asi pro presen direksion ot benti.

To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield.
Intem optik ili a latera ot monta mikro intem jur benti kon besti presne e agita peri ili, ni eror pas inergo ili omo karakter Nesesafag, na lebanne a Geo, o androfoborni na katarakta ot agri sereal.

9

His schoolhouse was a low building of one large room, rudely constructed of logs; the windows partly glazed, and partly patched with leaves of old copybooks.
Domskola ili es pas ot uni dom lebanne ot uni samber maga, na es fakto belne ot arbor; portiklatera es pas kober per o kristal o pagimulti eks biblomulti paleo.

It was most ingeniously secured at vacant hours, by a withe twisted in the handle of the door, and stakes set against the window shutters; so that though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out,--an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eelpot.
Dom na es pas fakto sofi sekur intem nul per strepto ot kordafe in stofmani ot portik, e batonmulti ot metalfe, na es plas anti portiklatera tuta; prona si androklepto inergo pasoin fasil komple, ili abe tem fasilne pro pasoeks - desin, na inergo pas es pris ot androdesin Iost van Hoten konser kon desin ot stofpris peri serpen.

The schoolhouse stood in a rather lonely but pleasant situation, just at the foot of a woody hill, with a brook running close by, and a formidable birch-tree growing at one end of it.
Domskola es pas a plas separa, sed alegro, a sub ot monte arbor mikro kon potam mikro telene e arbordermapaper, na kultur a uni fini ot ili.

From hence the low murmur of his pupils’ voices, conning over their lessons, might be heard in a drowsy summer’s day, like the hum of a beehive; interrupted now and then by the authoritative voice of the master, in the tone of menace or command, or, peradventure, by the appalling sound of the birch, as he urged some tardy loiterer along the flowery path of knowledge.
Ot na, logo lebanne ot infanstude tuta, na optik sur leson ilis, inergo pas es oto intem jur dormi ot sesonbi, kak fono ot domapi; na es rakta dis e na per fono autorite ot sefalskola, per fono ot menas o ot lega, o inergo per fono benne ot mastigo, intem ili pres, na infanpostetem es konser ruj a kones kultur.

Truth to say, he was a conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim, “Spare the rod and spoil the child.”
Pro logo berita, ili es andro destra, e memor pas jurtuta "lega metalau", "Don ne mastigo, prona kaus akto benne in infan."

Ichabod Crane’s scholars certainly were not spoiled.
Infanstude tuta ot Ikabod Kren, es ne sekur ot akto benne.

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I would not have it imagined, however, that he was one of those cruel potentates of the school who joy in the smart of their subjects; on the contrary, he administered justice with discrimination rather than severity; taking the burden off the backs of the weak, and laying it on those of the strong.
Promulti mi ide ne, na ili es uni ot androautoritemulti kardirigid ot skola, na beni akaus pato ot infankonsermulti; anti na, ili don pas destra per omo in plas ot rigid; intem pris kargo ot noto ot infanstude forsene, e plas ili sur noto ot infanstude forse.

Your mere puny stripling, that winced at the least flourish of the rod, was passed by with indulgence; but the claims of justice were satisfied by inflicting a double portion on some little tough wrong-headed, broad-skirted Dutch urchin, who sulked and swelled and grew dogged and sullen beneath the birch.
Infanstude forsene simple, na fob temkia sine mikro ot mastigo, es pas pas per perdon; sed aktojudi es pas komple per don pato bitem sur uni infan ot Olan kon besti abene bestiskelo, na es konserne e destrane, e na es benine e fatiga e nesesadormi akaus mastigo.

All this he called “doing his duty by their parents;” and he never inflicted a chastisement without following it by the assurance, so consolatory to the smarting urchin, that “he would remember it and thank him for it the longest day he had to live.”
Sefalskola apela pas na tuta "akto obliga ot pamater tuta"; e ili akto puni temnul abene sekur - sentikon tak a infan ot Olan - na "ili memor e gras futur ili akaus dis intem jur longa plasuni, ili abe pro bio."

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*When school hours were over, he was even the companion and playmate of the larger boys; and on holiday afternoons would convoy some of the smaller ones home, who happened to have pretty sisters, or good housewives for mothers, noted for the comforts of the cupboard. *
Poste oramulti ot skola es pas komple, ili es pas androkon e androrekrekon ot infanandromulti matur; e intem postemedijur ot jurfestimulti, ili porta pas infan mikro a dom ot ilis, na abe fratergine bel, o mater, na es ginekulina ben.

Indeed, it behooved him to keep on good terms with his pupils.
Berita es nesesa a ili pro konser relasion ben kon infanstude tuta.

The revenue arising from his school was small, and would have been scarcely sufficient to furnish him with daily bread, for he was a huge feeder, and, though lank, had the dilating powers of an anaconda; but to help out his maintenance, he was, according to country custom in those parts, boarded and lodged at the houses of the farmers whose children he instructed.
Dola a skola ili es pas mikro, e es ne probable komple pro don stofnesesa a ili, akaus ili es antropfagmaga, e benkia ili es pakine, ili abe inergooptik ot ornifagmorte maga; promulti pro asista ili kon bio, konser kon usa ot geoagri ot plasmulti na, ili es dom e dormi a dommulti omone ot androagri, infanmulti ot na ili instruk.

With these he lived successively a week at a time, thus going the rounds of the neighborhood, with all his worldly effects tied up in a cotton handkerchief.
Kon antropmulti dis, ili dom pas intem uni ebdoma per tem tuta, per na intem paso peri bisin kon stofnesesa tuta ot ili, na es korda in bestirino maga ot koton.

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That all this might not be too onerous on the purses of his rustic patrons, who are apt to consider the costs of schooling a grievous burden, and schoolmasters as mere drones, he had various ways of rendering himself both useful and agreeable.
Prona, na stof tuta na es ne multitele ot kontendola ot antropdon usapaleo ot ili, na es usa pro ide, na tarif peri skola es kargo maga, e na sefalskola es antrop nesesane, ili abe medisinmulti ot fakto iliauto e usa e konser.

He assisted the farmers occasionally in the lighter labors of their farms, helped to make hay, mended the fences, took the horses to water, drove the cows from pasture, and cut wood for the winter fire.
Ili asista pas antropagri tem a tem peri ergo fasile ot agri: ili asista pro fakto erbiumidne, eksdefek muramulti inter agri, sefal ipomulti a idro, sineante bibeginemulti eks agrierbi, e tomi arbormulti pro igni sesonkuadri.

He laid aside, too, all the dominant dignity and absolute sway with which he lorded it in his little empire, the school, and became wonderfully gentle and ingratiating.
Ili sine pas a latera senti autorite e aktoforse ot ili, per na ili sek in imper mikro ot iliauto - skola - e ili esaribe pas kardiben e kardigras tauma.

He found favor in the eyes of the mothers by petting the children, particularly the youngest; and like the lion bold, which whilom so magnanimously the lamb did hold, he would sit with a child on one knee, and rock a cradle with his foot for whole hours together.
Ili eureka pas gras konser kon matermulti per taktifilo infanmulti ilis, surtuta infanmulti jube; e omo leon brabo, na inergo abe kardiben tak kaprinjube, ili kursi kon uni infan sur mero e agita stofdormi ot infan omone per pod intem ora a ora.

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He was, in fact, an odd mixture of small shrewdness and simple credulity.
Ili es pas berita misa komonne ot sofi mikro e fide simple.

His appetite for the marvellous, and his powers of digesting it, were equally extraordinary; and both had been increased by his residence in this spell-bound region.
Desir ili peri tauma - e inergo ili pro diges dis - es pas omo estra; e bi na es maga plus per dom a lokal na kon logobenne na.

No tale was too gross or monstrous for his capacious swallow.
Nul istori es pas desirne o maga multitele pro atentif ili.

It was often his delight, after his school was dismissed in the afternoon, to stretch himself on the rich bed of clover bordering the little brook that whimpered by his schoolhouse, and there con over old Mather’s direful tales, until the gathering dusk of evening made the printed page a mere mist before his eyes.
Es pas temmulti desir ili, poste fini ot skola intem postemedijur, kumbe sur stofdormi ot trifolio, na kuren lebanne a latera ot skola, e intem es na, ide peri istori fob per Mater, sura fotone es kolek ante noktu, e fakto, na pagi es omo baporidro ante bi optik ili.

Then, as he wended his way by swamp and stream and awful woodland, to the farmhouse where he happened to be quartered, every sound of nature, at that witching hour, fluttered his excited imagination,--the moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside, the boding cry of the tree toad, that harbinger of storm, the dreary hooting of the screech owl, or the sudden rustling in the thicket of birds frightened from their roost.
Poste na, intem paso konser longa ot rut ultra lak odorbenne e potam mikro e silbi fotone a domagri, in na ili dom tem na, fono tuta ot natur intem ora benne na agita pas desinsiko ili - fonobenine ot orni ot latera ot monta, fono ot ran, na informaante peri bentimaga, fono belone ot orninoktu diana, o fono aribeespekne ot ornimulti, na fob ot kursi eks arbor lebanne.

The fireflies, too, which sparkled most vividly in the darkest places, now and then startled him, as one of uncommon brightness would stream across his path; and if, by chance, a huge blockhead of a beetle came winging his blundering flight against him, the poor varlet was ready to give up the ghost, with the idea that he was struck with a witch’s token.
Insekfotomulti je, na flas forse in plas fotone, fob ili tem a tem, temkia uni ot foto estrem tero dia rut ili. E si uni insekkonko maga tero aribeespekne anti ili, andro benine na morta pas telenetuta kausa ide, na ili es batal per signa ot gine santane.

His only resource on such occasions, either to drown thought or drive away evil spirits, was to sing psalm tunes and the good people of Sleepy Hollow, as they sat by their doors of an evening, were often filled with awe at hearing his nasal melody, “in linked sweetness long drawn out,” floating from the distant hill, or along the dusky road.
Medisin uni ot ili intem tem tak es pas, o pro sineeks ide na, o traktaeks siko santane, es kantik sam, e antropmulti ben ot Orifis Dormi, intem kursi in porta intem komen ot noktu, es pas temmulti komple per tauma, tenkia oto kantik rino ot ili, na abe "dus longa", e na tero belone ot monta tele o konser longa ot rut purne.

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Another of his sources of fearful pleasure was to pass long winter evenings with the old Dutch wives, as they sat spinning by the fire, with a row of apples roasting and spluttering along the hearth, and listen to their marvellous tales of ghosts and goblins, and haunted fields, and haunted brooks, and haunted bridges, and haunted houses, and particularly of the headless horseman, or Galloping Hessian of the Hollow, as they sometimes called him.
Uni beni omone ot ili es pas pas noktu sesonkuadri longa kon ginegamemulti ot Olan, intem ilis faktobesti e kursi telene a igni, ante na es line ot frutarborruj, intem ilis kulina e ebuli. Ili oto pas istorimulti tauma ot ilis peri sikomulti, na planet e fag korpomorta, e agri, potam mikro, ponto e dom multi kon sikoplanet, e surtuta peri androipo kuren abene sefal ot Hes - ilis nam tak ili tem a tem.

He would delight them equally by his anecdotes of witchcraft, and of the direful omens and portentous sights and sounds in the air, which prevailed in the earlier times of Connecticut; and would frighten them woefully with speculations upon comets and shooting stars; and with the alarming fact that the world did absolutely turn round, and that they were half the time topsy-turvy!
Ili fakto je ilis beni per istorimulti peri ginesantanemulti e peri signamulti peri futur benne, e peri stofoptik e stofoto balorbenne in aer, na es na intem tem paleo a nasion Konetikot; e ili fob maga ilis per idemulti peri stelamulti rakta; e per berita, na Geo rotat, e na ilis es turnisur intem unisurbi tem.

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But if there was a pleasure in all this, while snugly cuddling in the chimney corner of a chamber that was all of a ruddy glow from the crackling wood fire, and where, of course, no spectre dared to show its face, it was dearly purchased by the terrors of his subsequent walk homewards.
Sed si abe uni beni per na tuta, intem kursi komod in goni telene a plasigni ot samber, na abe fono ruj plastuta akaus fono ot igni, e plaskia nul sikoplanet abe brabo pro presen fas, ili pai futur akaus na per paso sekuen a dom.

What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path, amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night!
Forma e skia multi fob tak, na es pas sur rut in fotone e flas naturne ot noktu kon idrojele!

With what wistful look did he eye every trembling ray of light streaming across the waste fields from some distant window!
Ili optik pas gardi tak line ot foto tremolo tuta, na kuren dia agri komplene eks portiklatera tele!

How often was he appalled by some shrub covered with snow, which, like a sheeted spectre, beset his very path!
Ili es pas fob tak per arbor mikro, na es kober per idrojele, na optikomo es sikoplanet, na es sur rut ili!

How often did he shrink with curdling awe at the sound of his own steps on the frosty crust beneath his feet; and dread to look over his shoulder, lest he should behold some uncouth being tramping close behind him!
Temmulti ili fob pas tremolo tak akaus fono ot paso ot iliauto sur fas ot idrojele sub pod; e fob tak pro optik poste, si ili inergo optik stofbio naturne telene a ili!

And how often was he thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast, howling among the trees, in the idea that it was the Galloping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings!
E temmulti tak, ili es pas benine aribeespekne komple per benti belo, na fono inter arbormulti, kon ide, na na es androipo kuren ot Olan, intem optikpro in noktu!

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All these, however, were mere terrors of the night, phantoms of the mind that walk in darkness; and though he had seen many spectres in his time, and been more than once beset by Satan in divers shapes, in his lonely perambulations, yet daylight put an end to all these evils; and he would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was--a woman.
Prona na tuta es fob multine ot noktu, sikoplanet multine ot serebra, na paso in fonone; benkia ili optik sikomulti tak intem tem ili, e intem temmulti plus je uni, es asistane per Satan intem turismulti kon antropnul, fotojur fini pas bennemulti na; e ili pas pas probable bio beni kon na, desirne antropsantane na kon ergo tuta ot ili, si rut ili es ne pas per uni stofbio, na kaus fasilne a andro, na morta, je sikoplanet, antropfagkorpo e ginetaumabenne tuta, e na es - gine.

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Among the musical disciples who assembled, one evening in each week, to receive his instructions in psalmody, was Katrina Van Tassel, the daughter and only child of a substantial Dutch farmer.
Inter antropstudemulti peri musik, na aribe uni noktu ot ebdoma tuta pro resep leson peri kantik sammulti, es pas Katrina Tasel, infangine e uni simple infan ot androagri ot Olan.

She was a blooming lass of fresh eighteen; plump as a partridge; ripe and melting and rosy-cheeked as one of her father’s peaches, and universally famed, not merely for her beauty, but her vast expectations.
Gine na kon dekaokta anu es omo flor; paki omo kokgine silbi; kon parei ruj omo frutpersi matur ot pater ili, e ili es ne kones ben pro bel simple, sed pro planmulti.

She was withal a little of a coquette, as might be perceived even in her dress, which was a mixture of ancient and modern fashions, as most suited to set off her charms.
Ili es pas surtuta ginefiloandro, omo es optik per besti ili, na es misa ot medisin paleo e neo, na es plasuni pro presen dus ili.

She wore the ornaments of pure yellow gold, which her great-great-grandmother had brought over from Saardam; the tempting stomacher of the olden time, and withal a provokingly short petticoat, to display the prettiest foot and ankle in the country round.
Ili abe pas joelomulti ot metalau santo pur, matermagamaga porta pas ot Sardam, na es pas plas pluto intem tem paleo; e kon subbestigine, na es longane telenetuta pro presen pod e artropod bel plasuni ot lokal komple.

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Ichabod Crane had a soft and foolish heart towards the sex; and it is not to be wondered at that so tempting a morsel soon found favor in his eyes, more especially after he had visited her in her paternal mansion.
Ikabod Kren abe pas kardi rigidne e sofine peri ginemulti; e es ne pro tauma, na uni gine proba tak eureka beni in optik ili, surtuta poste ili bisit pas ili in dom ot pater.

Old Baltus Van Tassel was a perfect picture of a thriving, contented, liberal-hearted farmer.
Baltus Ban Tasl es pas pitures komple ot androagri ot gain, beni e kardiben.

*He seldom, it is true, sent either his eyes or his thoughts beyond the boundaries of his own farm; but within those everything was snug, happy and well-conditioned. *
Berita, ili optik o ide pas rar ultra limit ot agri ot iliauto; sed in limit, stoftuta es pas fasil, beni e fakto ben.

He was satisfied with his wealth, but not proud of it; and piqued himself upon the hearty abundance, rather than the style in which he lived.
Ili es pas beni akaus pluto, sed lebanauto ne; ili logo pas peri stof multi, e medisin ot pluto ne.

His stronghold was situated on the banks of the Hudson, in one of those green, sheltered, fertile nooks in which the Dutch farmers are so fond of nestling.
Plasforse ili es a limit ot potam Odson, a goni berdi, protek e gain, a na tak androagrimulti ot Olan filo dom.

A great elm tree spread its broad branches over it, at the foot of which bubbled up a spring of the softest and sweetest water, in a little well formed of a barrel; and then stole sparkling away through the grass, to a neighboring brook, that babbled along among alders and dwarf willows.
Uni arbor maga skia distribu pas leban ramomulti stenone sur ili, e a basi ot arbor, basiidro ot idro rigidne e dus bobel pas in frea, na es fakto ot silinder ot arbor; e poste na, idro kuren pas dia erbi a potam telene mikro, na fono inter tipimulti ot arbor omone.

Hard by the farmhouse was a vast barn, that might have served for a church; every window and crevice of which seemed bursting forth with the treasures of the farm; the flail was busily resounding within it from morning to night; swallows and martins skimmed twittering about the eaves; and rows of pigeons, some with one eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their heads under their wings or buried in their bosoms, and others swelling, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the sunshine on the roof.
Telene ot dom ot agri abe uni domsereal, na pote probable serbi omo domkristo; portiklatera e orifis tuta ot na optikomo rakta akaus pluto ot agri; abe pas fonomulti okupa in domsereal na ot lebansola a noktu; orni, na fag insek, fono peri limit ot koberdom; e linemulti ot pijonmulti, numer ot na kon sefal a leban, omo ilis optikpro klimat, o numer ot ilis kon sefal sub tero o in kapilamulti ot steto, e numer ot ilis, na fakto fonomulti e kurba a ornigine, beni pas per fotosola sur koberdom.

Sleek unwieldy porkers were grunting in the repose and abundance of their pens, from whence sallied forth, now and then, troops of sucking pigs, as if to snuff the air.
Porkomulti dus e sekuenne fono pas in repos e pluto ot dom ilis, eks na grupmulti ot porkoinfan aribe tem a tem pro rino aer.

A stately squadron of snowy geese were riding in an adjoining pond, convoying whole fleets of ducks; regiments of turkeys were gobbling through the farmyard, and Guinea fowls fretting about it, like ill-tempered housewives, with their peevish, discontented cry.
Uni grup lebanauto ot ornikak maga e leuko nata pas sur lak mikro telene, na porta grupmulti ot ornikak mikro, e grupmulti ot kokindimulti fono pas dia agri, e kokgineamulti okupa peri agri, omo ginegame nerfo, kon fonoleban sofine e benine.

Before the barn door strutted the gallant cock, that pattern of a husband, a warrior and a fine gentleman, clapping his burnished wings and crowing in the pride and gladness of his heart,--sometimes tearing up the earth with his feet, and then generously calling his ever-hungry family of wives and children to enjoy the rich morsel which he had discovered.
Ante portik ot domsereal, paso uni kokandro brabo, na es tipi ot androgame, androbatal e andronobel, batal bi tero foto uni a omone e fono akaus lebanauto in kardi, - tem multine intem rakta geo per bi pod, e poste na, apela kardiben a famili ot ginegamemulti e infanmulti pro abe fragmen ben ot alimen, ili eureka pas.

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The pedagogue’s mouth watered as he looked upon this sumptuous promise of luxurious winter fare.
Buka ot androinstruk esaribe pas umid, temkia ili optik donlogo gustaben na ot alimen pluto pro sesonkuadri.

In his devouring mind’s eye, he pictured to himself every roasting-pig running about with a pudding in his belly, and an apple in his mouth; the pigeons were snugly put to bed in a comfortable pie, and tucked in with a coverlet of crust; the geese were swimming in their own gravy; and the ducks pairing cosily in dishes, like snug married couples, with a decent competency of onion sauce.
In ide ot serebra, ili optik pas porko tuta, na kuren kon oleolakto in gastro e frut in buka; pijonmulti es dormi in stofdormi ot panikonko e kon kober ot pani; ornikakmulti maga nata in saus; e ornikak mikro es game per bi sur disko kon saus multi ot onion.

In the porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon, and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages; and even bright chanticleer himself lay sprawling on his back, in a side dish, with uplifted claws, as if craving that quarter which his chivalrous spirit disdained to ask while living.
In porkomulti omone, ili optik pas, na karnioleo e karni umid gustoben es tomi eks ilis; ili optik pas kokindi tuta kon stofbel kon organkorpo sub tero e kon karniintestin inergo omo joelokol; e uni kokandro je kumbe sur noto omo alimen bi kon bi pos a leban, omo si ili desir repos, peri na ili desir ne deman intem bio.