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long time no see. I’ve been staring at / contemplating these words for the past two cups of coffee. maybe more. and even though reading other people’s explanations for their online absence always struck me a bit… I don’t quite know how to put it… futile… because really, this is not a job, and none of use needs to justify anything… and who cares anyways… a lot of us spread so thinly over various social media that we’re always somewhere, even if we’ve not been HERE for a while… so really… why explain anything? but then again… I missed you guys… you know who I’m talking to… so not coming back isn’t really an option at  the moment…  but just jumping back into blogging feels somewhat… I don’t don’t quite know how to put it… weird… that some meta-explanation… is meta even the right word in this context… feels necessary. 

long time no see. my writing brain has clearly left the house. I have so many things to talk about but don’t want to add  to the chatter. really don’t. a tweet or FB update or Instagram pic. stuff like that doesn’t even count anymore. but words. real words I take seriously. and so many people don’t. and what’s with all the lists? and how to’s? and poorly edited barely disguised stolen and recycled blabla everywhere? even long-established newspapers are hardly readable these days… yes, I’m talking about you, Guardian… full of shoddy copy & paste jobs… the same information repeated three times in the span of ten lines… in case the first round of gloom and fear mongering didn’t get us appropriately depressed and prepared for whatever product or shallow experience we are meant to purchase afterwards to feel better again.

and kittens. there can never be enough kittens. give me kittens any day. in as many shapes, colours and sizes as possible. but it can’t be all kittens and roses and unicorns and rainbows all the time. it  cannot! and while I don’t want to tell anybody what to talk or write about… I really don’t… I’m all for a bit of escapism and pretty pictures and inspirational quotes… this can’t be all! the world is going to shits all around us. on so many different levels. Trump! they are going to elect Trump to the White House for f***’s sake! and there are still people talking about nothing but shoes. SHOES! 

what I am  trying to say is… at least I think I am…  that I’ve been struggling… not for the first time… with finding a balance. I’m so disgusted with so much that is happening in social media (and real life) that, despite knowing that there are plenty of exceptions to be found, I’m not sure to what extend I want to be involved. in social media and real life. if there was another planet, or parallel universe, sometime in the past six months I would have probably packed my bags and left. as it is, I may have to move to Canada.

a blog is in my opinion still the most complex and mature online presence there is / one can have. Twitter… while useful… maybe… to some extent… can’t replace this. and even though a picture is supposed to be worth a thousand words, we all know that most of them are prettily packaged lies and stereotypes. and so every time I see somebody leave their blog behind to move to Twitter and Instagram, admittedly more convenient and with a much bigger (possible) outreach than what one gets through blogs these days, I get discouraged… frustrated… less inclined to keep writing… 

there you go. long time no see and an attempt to explain. more pictures soon. 
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long time no see. I’ve been staring at / contemplating these words for the past two cups of coffee. maybe more. and even though reading other people’s explanations for their online absence always struck me a bit… I don’t quite know how to put it… futile… because really, this is not a job, and none of use needs to justify anything… and who cares anyways… a lot of us spread so thinly over various social media that we’re always somewhere, even if we’ve not been HERE for a while… so really… why explain anything? but then again… I missed you guys… you know who I’m talking to… so not coming back isn’t really an option at  the moment…  but just jumping back into blogging feels somewhat… I don’t don’t quite know how to put it… weird… that some meta-explanation… is meta even the right word in this context… feels necessary. 

long time no see. my writing brain has clearly left the house. I have so many things to talk about but don’t want to add  to the chatter. really don’t. a tweet or FB update or Instagram pic. stuff like that doesn’t even count anymore. but words. real words I take seriously. and so many people don’t. and what’s with all the lists? and how to’s? and poorly edited barely disguised stolen and recycled blabla everywhere? even long-established newspapers are hardly readable these days… yes, I’m talking about you, Guardian… full of shoddy copy & paste jobs… the same information repeated three times in the span of ten lines… in case the first round of gloom and fear mongering didn’t get us appropriately depressed and prepared for whatever product or shallow experience we are meant to purchase afterwards to feel better again.

and kittens. there can never be enough kittens. give me kittens any day. in as many shapes, colours and sizes as possible. but it can’t be all kittens and roses and unicorns and rainbows all the time. it  cannot! and while I don’t want to tell anybody what to talk or write about… I really don’t… I’m all for a bit of escapism and pretty pictures and inspirational quotes… this can’t be all! the world is going to shits all around us. on so many different levels. Trump! they are going to elect Trump to the White House for f***’s sake! and there are still people talking about nothing but shoes. SHOES! 

what I am  trying to say is… at least I think I am…  that I’ve been struggling… not for the first time… with finding a balance. I’m so disgusted with so much that is happening in social media (and real life) that, despite knowing that there are plenty of exceptions to be found, I’m not sure to what extend I want to be involved. in social media and real life. if there was another planet, or parallel universe, sometime in the past six months I would have probably packed my bags and left. as it is, I may have to move to Canada.

a blog is in my opinion still the most complex and mature online presence there is / one can have. Twitter… while useful… maybe… to some extent… can’t replace this. and even though a picture is supposed to be worth a thousand words, we all know that most of them are prettily packaged lies and stereotypes. and so every time I see somebody leave their blog behind to move to Twitter and Instagram, admittedly more convenient and with a much bigger (possible) outreach than what one gets through blogs these days, I get discouraged… frustrated… less inclined to keep writing… 

there you go. long time no see and an attempt to explain. more pictures soon. 
what’s new with you?




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... and first experiments with a toy I got too long ago, that followed me around the world and kept missing me, and that reminds me how amazing people can be and that random encounters are often the best...




and can you tell that we did f*** all while in Thailand?

wordless #226 thailand ... do you hate me yet?





and can you tell that we did f*** all while in Thailand?


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