Sayōnara Greetings
Let this be clear: I’m not starting to blog again.
There is no reason for me to blog again since there isn’t much happened meanwhile anyway:
- I’ve found a couple of caches since then, with a personal day record of 106. The 1K barrier is coming nearer. I’m sure that some caches in would have deserved mentioning in blogs, but I didn’t feel the urge to write about it. I’ve put the effort in my found logs instead.
- This blog still gets surprisingly views, although there is nothing new over there. This only confirms that I wasn’t seeking hits when referring to my blog posts in the forums. I just didn’t want to copy/pasty the same content in several locations.
- People in Belgium/Flanders already now: The Conspiracy is more than alive. It organizes an event on October 3rd. More details on the special web site. But hold your horses: the event is booked out (after 10 days!) and there isn’t any room for additional cachers. We want to make sure that every participant can enjoy the event the same way. Hopefully it will be an enjoyable one.
- I’ve a new car GPS: the Nuvi 3760T. As with all new Garmin devices – let’s call it a tradition -, the software is full of bugs and I’m eagerly waiting for an update to fix things.
- Groundspeak is still adding new ‘features’ – where the general use can be doubted – with every gc.com maintenance which makes greasemonkey scripts break and one needs to wait for the kind authors to fix stuff. I must admit that not everything is trouble and affliction though. The online form to report a new cache has undergone a nice refurb which makes it more user friendly. Finally.
Having said this, it’s time to say goodbye. The site will still remain on air for a while, since there are some tools on it which can be useful. Anyway, as with with some other pages I’ve turned in my life, I like to end (for good) with this song from a certain D. Jones (not it’s not a question from a mystery to find out the artist name of this person):
I took this walk to ease my mind
To find out what’s gnawing at me
Wouldn’t think to look at me,
that I’ve spent a lot of time in education
It all seems so long ago
I’m a thinker, not a talker
I’ve no-one to talk to, anyway
I can’t see the road
for the rain in my eyes
Ahhh …
I live above the grocers store,
owned by an Austrian
He often calls me down to eat
And he jokes about his broken English,
tries to be a friend to me
But for all my years of reading conversation,
I stand without a word to say
I can’t see the bridge
for the rain in my eyes
Ahhh…
And the world is full of life
Full of folk who don’t know me
And they walk in twos or threes or more
While the light that shines above the grocer’s store
Investigates my face so rudely
And my essays lying scattered on the floor
Fulfill their needs just by being there
And my hands shake, my head hurts,
my voice sticks inside my throat
I’m invisible and dumb,
And no-one will recall me
And I can’t see the water
for the tears in my ey-y-yes
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