It was indeed great while it lasted, until about three weeks ago. Churning out little posts, coming up with fun tidbits, roaming the streets of Eindhoven with a little noteback. Getting feedback. Compliments. Your mother’s cousins' daughters' coworkers are reading your blog. And then university life begins. And there is time for nothing. So here’s a change of strategy, and of pace. This website will be featuring different forms of content from now on.

I’m not one to dwell on the negative, but let me just come right out and say it: I fucking hate summertime. Like, “I hate Brussels sprouts” hate. “I’d rather be eaten alive by a shark” hate. Whatever you hate most, times 70. That kind of hate. If I had a gun, summer wouldn’t live to tell the tale. April showers bring May flowers, but in my world those flowers take the unpleasant shape of anxiety.

It’s Gay Pride today. Yesterday, as N and I were on our way to the cinema, somebody yelled “DYKES!” at us. I dislike such antics as much as the next gay. I don’t like the words “dyke” and “fag” and the stigma surrounding homosexuality. Since we’re alive in the modern world of 2009, I always fervently hope that people know better by now. I’m lucky enough to live in an environment with friends and family who support me.