Hi, I’m growing a beard as part of my master plan to reach full potential as a writer. Beards are great – it’s an objective truth… Yes, it’s an objective truth! I’m not biased. Not biased one bit. *clears throat, scratches face* Anyway, come join me on this journey on metamorphosis as I try to hide the fact I look like I’m skipping senior year classes. Read More Growing a Beard: The Stubble from Hell
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Beards and writers are inseparable. So much so, it’s a symbiotic relationship. The beard is the secret driving force behind literary excellence in men. The muse. The whisperer of greatness – a creature that uses its filaments to ensnare truths and revelations, digest them and feed them to its host. Naturally, I had to have one. Read More Growing a Beard (Take II: Who Knew You Could Make So Many Mistakes)
Each year has been an adversary of sorts. I get up in the morning, brew coffee and wonder what will happen today. When the year is a string of victories, defeats and armistices, both modest and colossal, it makes sense to celebrate its passing – a ritual to acknowledge my survival. This year, I feel about things in a different way. Read More Taking a Moment to Look Back
I’ve been silent over here and there is a reason. I’ve made it public over on social media that I changed cities as of the end of September. As far as moving around in Bulgaria goes, this is as big and dramatic as it gets, because I left the sandy beaches of Varna to relocate on the other side of the country in Sofia. Living on my own doesn’t scare me as I’ve rented on my own in Varna, but living on my own in a new city adds a whole new dimension. It’s a clean start in more ways than one, because you have this incredible new frontier to discover (though not all my friends have a high opinion of Sofia). Read More The Alien Nature of Discovering a New City
I often don’t talk about the cultural scene in Bulgaria, personally because I don’t think there’s an integrated and unified scene to speak of and because Varna (my town) seems barren in terms of a cultural life. Or at least I did, because I attended an incredibly necessary event, which proves me happily wrong. Turns out Varna brims with talented folk, who have continued success abroad but lack the environment to gather and strike up a conversation.
The Behance Portfolio Review brings in designers, developers and illustrators of all career stages and provides the platform to showcase their work to locals, strike up conversations and exchange contacts. Saturday, November 9th, saw the second event, which I found to be a finely organized, pleasurable experience with emphasis on a relaxed, feel-good vibe in direct opposition to what I normally expect from a networking event.
Read More Behance BG – Creating an Infrastructure for Creatives
Food. Food. Food. It’s all about food. I couldn’t start this post in any other way. Food speaks for itself. It’s an entity. It’s been a dear friend since early childhood. Food’s never abandoned me and has always been there when I needed it. That’s the sort of dependency you’d expect from a guy with extra muffin in his muffin top without an active lifestyle. Said muffin top followed the universe in its infinite quest for expansion and despite my best efforts, I could never really deter the muffin top from following its dream. In translation, I’m not good at saying no to food, sweets in particular. Read More The Geek Way to Go 30 Days Without Sugar – A Mighty Challenge!
It’s March! Hey, who kidnapped me and drugged me until it was March?! Huh?! Was it you?*
February has been a month devoted to recuperation. After encountering RSI (Oh, hai there, RSI, please don’t make me squeal like a wounded animal) for the first time, most of what I did in February concerned swift recuperation.** As I don’t do well with pain, I teetered out of control and went off course with what I intended to achieve this month. Nevertheless, I feel February as a month dedicated to stasis and mending. It’s rooted in my biology to hibernate during February. If January is the dramatic rebirth, February is the short spell of repletion as a necessary prerequisite to take on the months to follow. I take time to adjust my Lycra super hero suit and brave another year as the masked avenger known under the moniker Twenty Something – expert at self deprecation, artistic doubt and unrealistic expectations. Read More The February Achievements: Melancholy Edition
It’s been eerily quiet, which is never good once you make a grand promise at being a little chatty brat and talk, talk, talk, but life as usual has been excellent at surprising me in the most intriguing ways. I have been silent (here and on projects) for two predominant reasons, okay, maybe three.
Read More Last Monday of January: A Month of Non-Accomplishment
As I’ve been too involved with meeting academic deadlines for the past week and a half, I have yet to sit down and write a proper review of what 2012 meant to me. 2013 started with the pop of the pistol and it’s time to sprint – so I run, mentally mostly. My brain has been offered as one of the tributes and now has to deal with The Hunger Games, mental edition, hence I’m writing this with my hair still wet.
I have discovered that although it’s symbolic to start a new project at the beggining of a new year, it really has a good start, because January finds me heavily engaged with exams. This year is no different and right now I am battling a series of tough as nails exams, which promise utter and total annihilation.
But!