Vorurlaubsim or depression? So a blog is, as the name suggests, a kind of diary. Since you write so pure, so what moves a day, thought brings interested or sometimes angry. But what if they accumulate the days where nothing really happens except the everyday ...
madness? What a blog should still have an issue or not? And if this madness is now time does not match the topic?
Then go from one the posts.
Actually I should be happy to slow the approach of Austria-Con in Vienna - an event the whole family, which then spread throughout the city to indulge their specific preferences (Lipizzianer and shopping are not for me, so I walk in the caverns of the Con-premises). I had to prepare for the Con still a working paper on ATLAN, so it was discussed with the editors. And finally, there is also another - I do not like the name, but it aptly describes it -
project, which is nearing the end of the "primary creative phase," internal target date: clearly, the Austria-Con.
But what is spent all my energy? I want to cry so, but this week the industry, as far as I'm concerned, somehow the bird was shot down: to be the same time in Eastern European and Germany, is indeed the one, but then another to land two days earlier in South America, order from there two days later, if you please to fly to the U.S., makes four appointments to two days, well, three continents, this is a clear increase ...
good that the good Lord WebEx, conference calls, visa limits and even invented the insight into the impossible. The latter probably grudgingly.
But then, after this week when the holiday begins at last, and no date is bursting into somewhere between here and the Veil Nebula, I am concerned with the Austria-Con. And with my friend ATLAN. This may then in my stead jet through the universe ... The poor guy.
