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Being a Bad Salesperson, By Choice
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/05/02/being-a-bad-salesperson-by-choice/
The Last Match I Remember
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/16/the-last-match-i-remember/
I Just Want to Go Back Home
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/30/i-just-want-to-go-back-home/
The Azores High and the Symphony of Pistons
...I could hear the late spring birdsong, the warm air caressing my hai... er... face, the peace of a Saturday afternoon. All of this was continually interrupted by car noises.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/06/01/the-azores-high-and-the-symphony-of-pistons/
"Where have you been for the last 20 years?" - The question that changed everything. This isn't a BSDCan report, but a personal reflection on how impostor syndrome stole decades from me, and why it's never too late to find your community and live life fully.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/06/17/where-have-you-been-for-the-last-20-years/
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That all started with the Big Bang
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/04/14/that-all-started-with-the-big-bang/
No Masks, Just Us
Okay, I didn't want to go on about this, but...
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/06/05/when-we-become-cheerleaders-for-our-own-demise/
A Circle of Strangers
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/22/a-circle-of-strangers/
9 September 1943
On 9th September 1943, my grandparents faced fear, hope, and loss in the midst of war. This is their story, told through the memories of that day.
Make Your Own Kind of Music
The sound of classic rock from a passing bike on a summer evening, and the unexpected bridge it creates between two generations. A quiet reflection on the courage to choose your own music, and your own path.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/08/04/make-your-own-kind-of-music/
The Rubble of Memory
A fleeting glimpse of a car on the highway sparks a journey back in time, a reflection on youth, lost dreams, and the powerful, deceptive nature of memory.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/10/27/the-rubble-of-memory/
I’ve taken many shots like this, every year, with the same subject and in the same place. Yet I’m still fascinated by this perspective.
This one is from just a few hours ago: the sunset and the "fragile" flower. A breath of wind will be enough, and the flower, as we see it, will vanish. Yet it will be everywhere, spreading itself across the world.
There it stands, swaying in the gentle air and the soft warmth of a November sunset, defying whatever happens around it.
No yesterday, no tomorrow - just here, now, basking in this poetic light.
And life, silently, flows on.
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The Lady of the Clock
The search for an antique clock turns into an encounter with its elderly owner and a promise to become the custodian of a century of memories. A personal reflection on legacy, loss, and the stories objects carry.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/11/16/the-lady-of-the-clock/
Where Have You Been for the Last 20 Years?
Walking away from the BSDCan final reception at Lowertown Brewery, Ottawa. The perfect end to a life-changing experience.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/06/17/where-have-you-been-for-the-last-20-years/
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Employee of a client calls me, absolutely furious. She has just arrived at the office and her laptop will not connect to the wifi. Clearly this network is broken. I suggest a couple of tests, like checking whether the network shows up (it does not) and trying a cable connection (nothing happens). So I timidly suggest checking whether there is actually power in the office, since there is construction going on. Boom. No power. She then asks me where the switch is to turn it back on. I have no idea, of course. Their electrical system is not exactly my responsibility. She snaps at me, asks why they even pay me, and hangs up with enough force that I can almost feel it.
I grin, although slightly annoyed. Luckily the people who work with her are nothing like that.
Half an hour later she calls again, apologizing deeply for how she treated me. She tells me she had a very rough night and even shares the details. Nearly thirty minutes on the phone, venting. Out of respect I will not retell anything, but she really should have stayed home today. She deserved it. She just did not want to tell her managers because she feared they would think she only wanted a longer weekend after yesterday’s holiday.
But her managers are not fools, and they immediately sent her home to rest and take care of her loved ones.
Too often honest people like her pay the price for those who act sly or arrogant. It is not fair, but the smart ones can tell the difference. Not always, but quite often.