about me
Hello world :)
That was then
After more than ten years of hand coded weblogs and other sites, in 2010 I decided I needed something a little easier. So I’m trying this here and Posterous for a while. But I’m still very much a Phase 5 and BBedit girl at heart. Gosh, Phase 5 was back in 1998. I’ve been in love with angle brackets ever since.
Circadian chronicles
Living with diabetes type 1, a few other related autoimmune disorders and some additional food intolerances means living on an off-and-on star, though. Some good, some bad, some ugly. On bad days, a simple FTP upload, editing code or working with a row of numbers paralyzes me.
Available light
It’s good then to have a place where you can talk to yourself and write in white circles without bothering anyone else or remember the good days image by image.
Keeping a weblog is still a kind act of politeness, I find. Read, go, stay, leave. It is all up to you.
It is also a place to remember the bad days are just that. Points in time. Never heart lines. This too shall pass. A credo you learn to live with.
Food for thought
Among other things, I work out things to eat in terms of insulin, histamine, sorbitol/mannit, lactose and nickel. Don’t try this at home, kids. You would not enjoy this.
Turning life into words is a good way of accepting things. You may find some of the things I write (about diabetes) rather cryptic, though. Then just pretend it’s a poem: wide open for interpretation. I do not come with annotations.
I collect food I can eat. I do not post recipes. I leave that to others. Been there, done that, in 2000 I turned bread and butter into love songs and stories. My pleasure. Now let’s move on.
This here is my very own and personal lab. My comfort zone of trial and error. You’re welcome.
Avalanche of love
Sometimes, I also try and work out how to live while others around me are dying. Just in case you bump head first into one of those texts. Sorry, but this here comes with no safety belts. I have been on the web long enough to write mainly for myself now, and only then for others.
In my job I write and talk and communciate with and for others every day. This here is mine. All mine. And that is why you cannot comment here. And no, you will no find me on facebook. I am terribly old-fashioned. I like my web much better the way it once was. Less crowded. Less noisy. Then again, it still has wings, I find.
For the birds
Expect to meet crows. Lots of them. Hooded crows. Corvus cornix. They live where I don’t live anymore and I miss them like crazy. My life is very much a tale of two cities. Once there were cats, now there are crows. They came when I needed them most.They still come, every time I am in the city and call them. No strings attached.
We are our stories
I don’t keep an archive of any of my real writing right here, right now. One sunny but not too hot summer’s day I will sort it all out. Maybe on a Sunday, around 4 or 5 pm, when the light gets a little bluer and quieter, and when the shadows in the corners begin to wake up and whisper. One small day.
And yes, some of my texts are in German, some in English. I cannot always choose which language wants to come out and play. It has been like that ever since I can remember writing stories. I usually speak German, though, at work and on the phone.
Closed loop.
My once favorite home on the web, the schriftstellwerk, will stay closed. I do miss that site and all the stories that came with it and that is why I kept it: empty but alive. To make it easier for everyone I know, it links here. I hate losing people I like.
https://twitter.com/stattkatze
