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Cake day: June 13th, 2023

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  • The fastest I drove was 262 km/h on the German highway (which has sections without a speed limit). At this speed, you have to watch as far as you can, because a car on the left lane overtaking other lanes will usually be at most 180 km/h there, so you have to be prepared to slow down a very long time in advance.

    300 km/h is just dangerous, you have to be fully concentrated to adapt to the other drivers and it leaves a very thin margin to react (if any), should something happen. You definitely put your life and the one from others around you one the line doing that.

    My experience wasn’t particularly pleasant, but it was nice to feel once how the car behaves at its maximum rated speed. I haven’t done it again. But I’ll regularly drive above 160 km/h to just go with the flow.










  • I’m playing in a Magic the Gathering tournament on Saturday with 32 players, the biggest i’ve ever been in

    EDIT: Tournament results

    After 5 rounds of Swiss with 27 players (a few cancelled last minute), I finished with 3 victories and 2 defeats, landing on place 9, which was unfortunately 1 too far to make it to the Top 8 single-elimination tournament. I went home with 2 Krark-Clan Shamans, a Bloomborrow booster, a pack of assorted tokens and a voucher from a partner to get proxies printed.

    It was really fun! I will play the same deck in 2 weeks again at my local game store and in another tournament.








  • Of course, when you’re young you don’t think about it, then comes the time that your grandparents pass, or a pet, and you get to experience a form of grief. As time goes by, you start losing more people you knew, a school friend, a work colleague, an aunt… And eventually death comes closer and takes away your parents, your social circle shrinks, you think of your own mortality.

    Then you eventually think what will happen when you disappear. What if it was tomorrow, when crossing the street? What will people you leave behind remember of you? How can they deal with your stuff? Can you make it easier by lessening the amount of stuff you hoarded? Can you put down the important information to your online accounts somewhere? Will they be able to let the friends you made over the internet know that you’re gone?

    Statistically, I lived half my life, and those thoughts come and go. I look at stuff in my cupboards that i haven’t touched in years and decide what to do with them. I start making preparations for the legacy of my many accounts for social media, banking, internet hosting, image backups etc. We’re all here on borrowed time.

    Das letzte Hemd hat keine Taschen.

    German saying: the last shirt has no pockets.

    What you wear on your last day on this Earth doesn’t need pockets because everything stays behind after you die.