Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Sunday, 14 October 2012
Saturday, 18 August 2012
Me: "Excuse me, can you tell me where we would able to find a chameleon´s vivarium?"
Zoo keeper: "Oh... I am very sorry, but... what.... err... you would like to adopt him or something like that?"
Me:"Yes, that´s the plan."
Zoo keeper: "I am really sorry but I should talk you out of this idea. Our chameleon, by the way his name is Charles, is a very old one."
Me: "Well, we do not mind, it is ok."
Smallone: "Yes, we do not mind to adopt an old Pascal."
Thursday, 16 August 2012
And read an interview with her with other pictures here: http://blog.imagekind.com/artist-interviews-catrin-welz-stein-amazing-conceptual-mixed-media-artist/
Be sure to visit Brooke´s official page: http://brookeshaden.com/ with tens of other great photographs.
And also visit her blog: http://shadenproductions.com/blog/ to find even more.
Julie de Waroque
Saturday, 11 August 2012
The Millenium Trilogy by Stieg Larsson
Sunday, 24 June 2012
I have found a somebody else´s list of what-to-do things and I must say I will probably incorporate some of these to my list. Or every one of them. Especially number two and nine - those are what I call the ideas!:-)
So here it is:
- Make vanilla pudding, put it in mayo jar, and eat it in public.
- Hire two private investigators. Get them to follow each other.
- Wear shirt that says "Life" and hand out lemons on street corner.
- Get into a crowded elevator and say: "I bet you´re all wondering why I gathered you here today."
- Run into a store, ask what year it is. When someone answers, yell: "It worked!" and run out cheering.
- Become a doctor. Change last name to Acula.
- Change name to Simon. Speak in third person.
- Buy a parrot. Teach the parrot to say: "Help! I have been turned into a parrot!"
- Follow joggers around in your car blasting Eye of the Tiger.
I have to put down all those lists I have in my mind. That could be interesting.
Monday, 11 June 2012
Sunday, 27 May 2012
The psychologist asked her to compare our family members to animals. My sister told the first things she imagined. She saw herself as a dolphin and me as a whale.
Dedicated to all the "real" women out there. Sent to me by Steve Kennedy.A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.Mermaids do not exist.
But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?They would have no sex life and could not bear children.Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "
So. I still want to lose some weight as I am not very slim. But I love my bosom. And my hips. And so did the men I dated. I´d rather be a bit chubby and happy, than to be thin, nervous and afraid of eating anything.
On Friday I went shopping with Smallone. She bought herself an ice lolly and she also bought one for me saying that "It is very good, you will love it." I thanked her and we sat on the bench, the sun was shining, we were eating our ice lollies,talking about everything, and after eathing them we went riding a bike.
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Saturday, 10 March 2012
The thing which surprised me the most was its smell. In that day the Danube smelled like the sea in a tropical area. It had that salty humid smell which makes you close your eyes, turn your face to the sun, take a deep breath and smile with joy:
So our first steps led to the Danube and than to the Devín Castle.
The Devín Castle is a beautiful open space with many courtyards and gorgeous views. It was like being on the top of the world.
You can see the Maiden Tower and the confluence of Danube and Morava rivers just behind it:
Then we took a boat ride to the centre of Bratislava.
It is not the most beautiful bridge in the world, but for some reasons I liked it. It is really charming, in some strange urban way.
After a boat ride and an extraordinary lunch (Builder is a gourmet and I am a hedonists) we walked through the Old Town of Bratislava and enjoyed ourselves.
It was one of the hottest day in that year. Wonderful day. And at the end of the day when we were waiting to our train home, tired and almost unable to move, I found out that I got sunburnt. But I did not mind. The day was unforgettable and pure relaxation.
As I have mentioned before, I think that the Bratislava charm can be called "urban". Even the historical centre of old town is wonderful and neat with all its beautiful small pubs and cafés, with its narrow streets and old buildings, you can still feel the urban reinforced concrete surroundings on one side and nature in its rawest form on the other side. Weird but very interesting combination. The city has its own personality and soul.
Monday, 27 February 2012
Friday, 30 December 2011
Sunday, 11 December 2011
But I have realised that those studies are also my hobby. I studied similar courses few years ago so these days I am focusing mostly on subjects I like. As literature, history, and cultural studies. And I am surprised how my perception of all these things has changed, how differently I see them now than I did about five years ago. Five years is not so long but I feel like I have passed quite a journey. Isn´t it weird how things start to make sense? Because that is how I feel it now - the things suddenly connected together and started to make sense in a very logical way. Learning never ends. It should not never end as it can change our thinking and therefore ourselves. Well, I just like the feeling when I do understand:-)
(just browsing through the photographs of summer)
Learning and getting new information is great. I like it. But I have found that my brain has some capacity and selects data for me. The unimportant ones are forgotten quite quickly. So three weeks ago I forgot my internet banking password and I had to go to the bank to solve it. And about two days ago I forgot my password to the account here, in blogspot. I had used these passwords quite often and suddenly my brain went on strike. I didn´t remember those passewords but I had been able to tell you thousands pieces of information about modern American writers, about history of the USA from 1900 to the present days, about Tom Stoppard and Peter Ackroyd, about cultural differences in terms of low and high context or polychronic and monochronic cultures, and other stuff like these. What does that mean? It means that my brain is not very practical one....
Saturday, 24 September 2011
(I think their whole Unplugged MTV concert which this song is from, is one of the best concerts ever. Timeless. I have it on CD and I usually listen to it when I cook:-)
Thursday, 8 September 2011
Monday, 5 September 2011
And there was a wonderful line both of us mentioned while going home from the cinema - when the main protagonist who is thirty-something appears in the front of her mother´s door and says something like: "Do you remember when you told me last time that that was the bottom? You were wrong. This is the bottom." and then she dejectedly moves in.
It´s hard to say when you are in your personal bottom, because even when you think that things cannot be worse, they usually become worse. Of course they do. So, isn´t the bottom the place where you just simply decide that you bounce back? That you do not want to give up? Sometimes simply just because you cannot. The place where you realise you want to be happy so you should do this and that?
Last week I was in that place. My personal bottom. It was that kind of week when you are able neither cry nor laugh. You are tired as hell and simply just want to survive.
I was handing over the keys of the house I had rented to a new tenant. We met at that house - me, the new tenant and the owner of the house. I handed the keys, we all left the building and said good bye and then the owner and the new tenant got into their cars and moved off. And at that moment I realised I had left my personal keys indoor. And I didn´t have a telephone number to a new tenant and the owner had changed hers not a long ago so I didn´t have it either.
And at that moment I appeared myself in my bottom. It wasn´t the biggest event that had happened but it was the last one which made it to that bottom. I was standing in front of the house for about five minutes. I got simply blank. I was standing there, staring at the house and having a strong feeling that if I had sit at that place down, the ground would have opened, have swallowed me and I would have rested in peace...
I was lucky enough that there were not many people around, because I must have looked nuts. After my five minutes staring I realised there was very small chance the ground would open. So I called my sister to borrow her keys and therefore to be able to get into our flat. And I started to think again. It was kind of restart.
Things are not going to be better just because I really want them to be. And it will take some time to calm things down inside of me, to get some system again. But my restart was done, I stopped being afraid of future. Everything´s going to be all right or bearable at least. Because it has to be. There is no other option.
I am sometimes very impatient and I want everything now and quickly. And I wanted to be happy and satisfied and sort everything out quite fast. But it didn´t work and I started to feel more and more terrible. Now I know. I know that the fact that I don´t have all I want now doesn´t mean I would not have it somewhen in the future. I don´t regret anything. Even the bad things. Every single one of them was good for some other. I know who my real friends are, I know I have loving family around me, I know I am not perfect but I can try to fix me, I know where I am heading now. Slowly, but I believe I get there once.
Maybe I am a bigger fighter than I have always thought to be. Or maybe I am simply stubborn as hell. Which I know I am. Things will be all right again. Because I will make them to be. A big part of my energy has been sucked dry. And I want it back. So we will see how my plan is going to work. Soon I think:-)
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Saturday, 18 June 2011
When I was looking for some photo of Joseph it was even harder than with Adélka´s photo. Because on most of them we are young. We have known each other for about fourteen years. We both studied at the same secondary school and because both of us were living in the hall of residence we became friends.
Joseph spent a few years in England and we were not in touch for some time. I knew what he was doing there, I knew when he came back. But we didn´t "talk". And last december we met and realised that we were missing each other. It was a wonderful encounter.
Saturday, 21 May 2011
At first we visited Schönbrunn Palace. I had never been there before. We visited the rooms and chambers inside and after that we spent some time observing and enjoying the Easter Market in front of the palace.
I visit the Christmas markets in Vienna every year, but this was the first time I had ever been to Easter market. And I loved it. There were so many wonderful wooden and pottery products, most of them hand-made. Our plan was to go through the market quickly and then to have snack in the famous gardens of Schönbrunn Palace.
So I bought that cup and my friend bought some pepperpot and salt cellar in a shape of hens (I know it sounds aweful and kitsch, but they were not).
I would have bought everything there. Nothing kitsch, everything wonderful and made with an idea. We were admiring those products and thanks to that we had no time to go to the gardens. Which was quite a pity, but I would like to see them, so I know I will come back one day.
So.. then we took our group of students to the city centre, my friend showed them some important historic sights and then we had about three hours to do anything we wanted to. So... my friend and me bought a ticket...
...and left the centre to some other part of the city - to the north bank of Danube river. Where in the Donaupark there is a Donauturm ("Danube Tower"), the tallest structure in Austria and a lookout point and attraction.
There are two high-speed elevators and it tooks only 35 seconds to reach the viewing platform in 150 metres. Well, I don´t like these elevators. I don´t like elevators and it doesn´t depend on their speed. But I loved that one we were lifted up. Because it had a glass ceiling and I was able to see how we were reaching the top. It was awesome. If it hadn´t been embarrassing to me, I would clapped my hand because of pure joy:-)
There was a lift boy and he asked my friend very carefully: "Are you here for the first time?" And she answered that she had been there before, but her friend (me) was there for the first time. I think the lift boy must have distinguished that.
And then we reached the platform in 150 metres....
..and then we went to the revolving café on the platform. When I sat down I thought I would be sick soon as I felt weird about the movement.
It was a wonderful experience and I was so glad my friend took me there. I enjoyed it a lot. Also the park where the tower is situated was wonderful as well as weather. Just one perfect day.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Friday, 1 April 2011
Friday, 18 March 2011
Saturday, 12 February 2011
Her: "... and he said that´s funny."
Me: "Well, ok. And did you talk to him about the stuff I had told you before?"
Her: "No! Of course I didn´t. He could think you are really weird. More than he thinks now."
Friday, 3 December 2010
Ok, Scotland... love the nature.
While I was browsing through the internet I found the following poem. It makes me laugh. A lot. And it´s wonderful as much as Scotland must be.
I want to go to Scotland
I want to find a man
with hairy legs and chest and face
no blond, blue eyes and tan
with muscles on his muscles
a strapping kind of lad
with kilt and great big sporran
that would make me glad!
I want to go to Scotland
I've been practising the dances
I can fling my leg right up to here
that should improve my chances
I do a real mean highland fling
I can strathspey, jig and reel
What I may lack in timing though
I make up for in feel
I want to go to Scotland
right to the northern bits
I know I'll freeze my bum off
and probably my tits
I'd certainly be noticed
that funny Aussie lass
who came to Scotland for a man
and left without her ass
I want to go to Scotland
Billy Connolly's so great
if just half the lads are like that
I'm sure to find a mate
and if he turns out boring
and has no sense of fun
I'll just pop over to Ireland
I'm not fussy where he's from
I want to go to Scotland
to roll among the heather
with Geordie, Bill or Robbie
or Glen or Tom ...whoever!
I want to meet the real men
The ones who play bagpipes
who breathe through nose & ears as well
that could keep me up all night!
I want to go to Scotland
to find my true soul mate
I hope they've not all moved away
I'm probably too late
I'd love to marry a Scottish man
and live inside a castle
though when I think of cleaning the thing
It's probably not worth the hassle
I want to go to Scotland
I'll go sometime this year
although I need to work a while
on letting go of fear
it's not the cold that scares me
colder places I have felt
I'm more afraid of what I'll find
when I look under their kilt
I've heard they keep their weapons there
a dagger, spear or club
and they keep them polished, shiny
and they'll offer you a rub
I don't think I could handle it
the pressure I mean, the fear...
No, I think I'll settle for an Aussie Boy
and stay put over here.
Copyright; Arcadia Flynn