What are the chances you will make your way to tour Tanjung Pinang, Indonesia? I hope you do, but if it seems unlikely, this blog post will give you a taste of this friendly, off-the-beaten-path city of Indonesia.
Source: The Full Tour of Tanjung Pinang, Indonesia
As it turns out, Andrew doesn’t need a new wife because his wife is good as new. How? It’s magic, I tell you. And, now I know the foolproof method for avoiding calamity in the future. If only I can keep Uh-Oh’s one simple rule evicting ghosts and avoiding all manner of back pain.
Source: Wife Good as New
The remainder of the passage was thankfully easy and the approach to Tanjung Puting hinted at the promise of interesting explorations. But, by the time we have our anchor down, I am beset with back pain. I crawl into bed and don’t get out. There is howling, and wailing,
Source: A New Wife?
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I was going to write a post today. Honest. Then I saw this from Chuck Wendig, which contains some valuable advice for authors, or anyone, using social media. So you’ll have to wait until next week for my next dollop of wisdom. For now, enjoy!
So, this morning I woke up to find that I had been put in Twitter Jail for *checks notes* five hours. And I was put there because *checks notes* hell, I don’t know. They didn’t tell me.…
Source: Hi, Dad, I’m In (Twitter) Jail
“You realize we are set to cross the equator again in this passage?” Captain Andrew asks me as we ready Sonrisa for sea. Over the course of two weeks in Belitung, Captain Andrew’s navigation plans were made, revised, made again, revised again. Input from other sailors open th
Source: Captain Andrew’s Offering to Neptune: The Frankenator.
When I let her, the wise part of me (Judith) is graceful at soothing high emotions and sorting out the crux of an issue. She knows it takes time to let things boil up, but she can always get the tea leaves to settle out. Once all these wily parts of me feel acknowledged and heard, my internal stri
Source: Blood Moon and Mars in Retrograde
In my most stubborn fashion, I refuse to give my warring factions any more time or attention. They are ruining my trip, all of them. Why can’t I just live in peace and contentment like a normal person (I.e. Andrew)? “Fake it until you make it!” I always say. If I pretend to be peaceful and conten
Source: Brokering A Peace Deal with Warring Factions
The picture was taken last year during my 50th High School Class Reunion. Time flies when you’re doing whatever it is you’re doing, doesn’t it? I didn’t know it at the time, but I was receiving an education superior to the norm. But I still doubt that this teacher could map genes while I wait. I’m not that patient.
Anyway, this may be the first time you’ve been able to read one of my posts in a long time. A few people have, somehow, but I’m not sure how they got in here. It seems that somehow I deleted the index.php file in the root directory of this site. A rather dumb thing to do, as it simply results in a “forbidden” message when you try to connect. Even if you’re me, as it turns out. I’ve been having to log in before getting here. Took me months to figure that out. There are several web sites in the same root directory, so instead of the start page for a web site, index.php is a script that sends a request to the appropriate subdirectory. I actually wrote that script, and it even works, so there’s a rare thing for you right there.
Anyhow, feel free to go back through the posts to catch up. You can search “writing” if you want to see my Wednesday posts, or just scroll back through time like a stoner stuck in reverse. Your choice. Then, from this point on, you will be able to keep up with my posts by simply visiting this site once again (it’s the default landing point at stevefey.com.) Or, subscribe, if you wish. Who knows? You might like it!
What do you do in those times you find you are at war with yourself? I find exercise and distraction can be a soothing balm. So, as soon as Sonrisa’s anchor has settled in, Andrew and I head to shore to explore town. We find a long stretch of beach with restaurant after restaurant in a row, frien
Source: Enjoyable Distraction: The Best Beer Grotto of 2018
Age 6: I dreamt about writing stories other people enjoy reading. (I also hoped to become a garbage person, maybe that is next.) Age 18: I wanted a degree in psychology. Age 20: I decide to become a lawyer. Age 21: I made a list of qualities I wanted to find in a person to love, marry, and with
Source: Over-Thinker Gone Rogue
