life

Last week has been a stressful one, for reasons I'll come back on later.
This week had started better, but since yesterday my Internet connection stopped working^[1] (for the same reasons). It isn't when until such thing happens that you realize how dependent you've really become on it, even for simple matters as looking up contact information.

[1] So this and the previous post were written from my with my parents-in-law.

Today I read in an online news source that the Royal National Institute for Deaf People is advising people to wear earplugs in clubs and asking for more stylish earplugs to be designed so young people would want to wear them.

This looks like a backwards way of dealing with the problem; why not campain to have the clubs' (and pubs, and concerts) sound level reduced so people don't have to wear earplugs? When gardening, you also try to eradicate the weeds' roots...

Or, as it's said, history repeats itself. Today I sold my motorcycle (wait for the “blade” photograph to pass by).
Again it wasn't really old, just 4 years; but it too had over 54000 kilometres; time again to release it.

I didn't quite get the money of it that I wished for, but then again, for a bike with that mileage you can't really be picky about what people pay for it. And in hindsight the fireblade seems to have been a bad choice; there's a lot of them on sale at least over here right now.
Note to self: try to get a less popular bike next time, it pays off when trying to sell it.

Actually I've already made the choice for a new bike (though I do not know if my choice follows the rule I just laid out). But it's been a hard choice; which is a story in itself. And that story is for another time.

Again, I must say it feels strange. While this wasn't the first bike I sold off, I feel a little melancholious about it. I guess that's just part of selling any bike. Assuming you've build a bond with the machine. But then again, any real motor rider would build such bond. IMHO.