I guess love in its early stages tastes like May cherries. Indeed, who asked for my opinion but... why do people have blogs anyway? :-)
Neither sour as green cherries, nor sweet as those blood-red cherries one can indulge upon during June, but fresh and somewhat juicy. Just like an almost ripened cherry, flooding your senses with its sweet, then mildly sour parts.
How would it be like, past the month of May, one would wonder...
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Just a little bit longer
Took part to an interesting event on Friday evening. It's been much more pleasant thanks to the company I was fortunate enough to enjoy. I've never really thought atmosphere may be mimed. However, I was proven wrong during that event. It's really flabbergasting how a couple (well, 5 couples) of fingers may direct, diverge, determine and dose the vibrations in the air so that they all contract, expand yet fit snuggly all together right inside your mind.
Think of a metal worker, casting a fragile steel filigree. No, you're not there yet. This mime has only thin air to work with and no mold for his work. Moreover, after all his work, there's nothing left of it. Nothing, if you discard the applause one gets after such a performance.
Man, I got such an unhealthy life style... 6PM at work, 7PM at the concert. 9:30PM strolling in the park, 10PM got home... walked all the way to my place. Pretty neat, considering it was the second time I think when I do that at night. Recently, I began skipping the bus and taking a walk back home from work. Same shit - as far as time span is concerned. I only hope I don't get a lot of rain going on. And I really must minimize whatever I carry along with me, otherwise my back is gonna get toast.
I keep on going back and forth between the two perspectives the song in the title of this post and this one present... "Just a little bit longer"... I ought to sleep just a little bit longer! that's what I should be pondering on... :-) But... I don't want to talk about it.
Good luck and good hunting!
Think of a metal worker, casting a fragile steel filigree. No, you're not there yet. This mime has only thin air to work with and no mold for his work. Moreover, after all his work, there's nothing left of it. Nothing, if you discard the applause one gets after such a performance.
Man, I got such an unhealthy life style... 6PM at work, 7PM at the concert. 9:30PM strolling in the park, 10PM got home... walked all the way to my place. Pretty neat, considering it was the second time I think when I do that at night. Recently, I began skipping the bus and taking a walk back home from work. Same shit - as far as time span is concerned. I only hope I don't get a lot of rain going on. And I really must minimize whatever I carry along with me, otherwise my back is gonna get toast.
I keep on going back and forth between the two perspectives the song in the title of this post and this one present... "Just a little bit longer"... I ought to sleep just a little bit longer! that's what I should be pondering on... :-) But... I don't want to talk about it.
Good luck and good hunting!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
To the pits of Chaos and back
Rainbow, greenschist, pink, canal lock = light bulb falls, caraway.
It's kind of fun to nearly miss your train and turn a nice getaway into a shitty weekend. But I've only brushed off that scenario, thus on Saturday I've enlisted for a military style insertion with the morning train and an extraction, 28hours later, with the afternoon train. Destination? The current land of freedom (for the mad), of space (for the shy exuberant introverted) and of dreams (for all the lunatics, drug fans and booze masters) "Ancient Customs" =)) / "Vama Veche". I don't like the place, it's like "let's go back a few steps down the evolution chain, maybe we can find the missing link somewhere, being conceived amidst the bottles, condoms, garbage, tents and cars"... Chances are the missing link is still there, dead drunk, half buried beneath the beach sand. And I bet it hasn't changed that much over the years. :-)
Mime is fun. Up to a certain amount. Like, once a year in a really extensive degree. :-x And as long as you don't get silly, simple words. Stuff like greenschist or caraway - now that's something to really sink your hands into, so to speak! :-))
The funny side: mime brought up the highlights of the trip, before they occurred. A rainbow of characters, people and clothing, faces, sounds and smiles (burps too!) all over, that's what we got when we finally arrived to the LZ. And when you thought you'd be safe, in a space where people refrain from stealing your ass off - as lots are metal or punk lovers, there you go, lots of pitzy pink! :-O!!! Even the green-stone found its place in our activity - going down the beach, scouring for shells and nifty stuff. Even though it was nothing than algae-covered rock, it was a green stone nonetheless! :-P
And to the disappointment of lots of fans, the light bulb falls effect manifested during a concert. We're still waiting for the caraway, but who knows? :-P
Sometimes, you need to go down to a basic level and then try to remember why do you still keep the "elevated" features you gave up to, in order to come back to basics. For some, Vama is the Paradise on Earth. For me it's actual Hell, land of Chaos, stripping me of hygiene, moral, safety, boundaries. It's a double edged keen blade one plays with when venturing there, for within the Land of No Rules, lady Luck is the only one keeping you off the harm's way. And we all know how treacherous and frivolous lady Luck can get on you, every now and then. :-) All in all, it's cool to see the world from a different perspective. It's not cool to pay for a pit stop, even stand in line for such a basic service, not to mention being mauled from your backside when attending a good concert, just because a mountain of cortex-free flesh and lard finds pogo cool when drunk.
For some, freedom is to walk around drunk, shouting "Got condom, looking for vagina" (why do I get that "LF Enchanter, Got mats" -Looking For; materials- sensation from reading the W.o.W. chat console?)... For me it's having my own intact space, a square foot of dirt on which I can rely in order to take a leap forward the outer region, the one where I interact with all those around me. The fun side of any leap is that any direction is "forward". You only need to remember that every race is made of individual steps, as every panoramic image is made of tiny details. Keeping it simple keeps it genuine. :-) It always does.
Next time... it will be better... :-) I'll make sure it will.
Good luck and good hunting!
It's kind of fun to nearly miss your train and turn a nice getaway into a shitty weekend. But I've only brushed off that scenario, thus on Saturday I've enlisted for a military style insertion with the morning train and an extraction, 28hours later, with the afternoon train. Destination? The current land of freedom (for the mad), of space (for the shy exuberant introverted) and of dreams (for all the lunatics, drug fans and booze masters) "Ancient Customs" =)) / "Vama Veche". I don't like the place, it's like "let's go back a few steps down the evolution chain, maybe we can find the missing link somewhere, being conceived amidst the bottles, condoms, garbage, tents and cars"... Chances are the missing link is still there, dead drunk, half buried beneath the beach sand. And I bet it hasn't changed that much over the years. :-)
Mime is fun. Up to a certain amount. Like, once a year in a really extensive degree. :-x And as long as you don't get silly, simple words. Stuff like greenschist or caraway - now that's something to really sink your hands into, so to speak! :-))
The funny side: mime brought up the highlights of the trip, before they occurred. A rainbow of characters, people and clothing, faces, sounds and smiles (burps too!) all over, that's what we got when we finally arrived to the LZ. And when you thought you'd be safe, in a space where people refrain from stealing your ass off - as lots are metal or punk lovers, there you go, lots of pitzy pink! :-O!!! Even the green-stone found its place in our activity - going down the beach, scouring for shells and nifty stuff. Even though it was nothing than algae-covered rock, it was a green stone nonetheless! :-P
And to the disappointment of lots of fans, the light bulb falls effect manifested during a concert. We're still waiting for the caraway, but who knows? :-P
Sometimes, you need to go down to a basic level and then try to remember why do you still keep the "elevated" features you gave up to, in order to come back to basics. For some, Vama is the Paradise on Earth. For me it's actual Hell, land of Chaos, stripping me of hygiene, moral, safety, boundaries. It's a double edged keen blade one plays with when venturing there, for within the Land of No Rules, lady Luck is the only one keeping you off the harm's way. And we all know how treacherous and frivolous lady Luck can get on you, every now and then. :-) All in all, it's cool to see the world from a different perspective. It's not cool to pay for a pit stop, even stand in line for such a basic service, not to mention being mauled from your backside when attending a good concert, just because a mountain of cortex-free flesh and lard finds pogo cool when drunk.
For some, freedom is to walk around drunk, shouting "Got condom, looking for vagina" (why do I get that "LF Enchanter, Got mats" -Looking For; materials- sensation from reading the W.o.W. chat console?)... For me it's having my own intact space, a square foot of dirt on which I can rely in order to take a leap forward the outer region, the one where I interact with all those around me. The fun side of any leap is that any direction is "forward". You only need to remember that every race is made of individual steps, as every panoramic image is made of tiny details. Keeping it simple keeps it genuine. :-) It always does.
Next time... it will be better... :-) I'll make sure it will.
Good luck and good hunting!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
"Breath out...
... so I can breath you in... Hold you in..."
The Merlot is gone, I got chills running up and down my spine. Crunching on some Nesquick cereal cocoa marbles. Tiny jawbreakers if you want to call them that way. (^_^) Gonna get some Coke...
Dreams... hmm...
The Merlot is gone, I got chills running up and down my spine. Crunching on some Nesquick cereal cocoa marbles. Tiny jawbreakers if you want to call them that way. (^_^) Gonna get some Coke...
Dreams... hmm...
Sunday, April 18, 2010
People
I was having this chat with a friend last night and it struck me: people facing a relationship are like envelopes and stamps. Each one of them is the envelope, while the other one is the stamp.
That envelope if filled with hopes, dreams, virtues and flaws. In order to get a good bond, however, the envelope must be clean enough on its exterior, so the stamp may adhere to. On the stamp side, it must have a decent, evenly distributed layer of glue.
Now, that's the passive side of things... As we all know - those enough fortunate of us to know how an envelope & a stamp look & feels like - the glue needs to be prepared so as to activate and adhere to the envelope. It must be hydrated so it activates - and that, in an even & balanced manner.
Meh... details... analogies... all in vane, in the end, should either part not want to become compatible with the other one, toward that common goal - the bond.
Rant over, too much text for one day. :-)
Good luck and good hunting!
That envelope if filled with hopes, dreams, virtues and flaws. In order to get a good bond, however, the envelope must be clean enough on its exterior, so the stamp may adhere to. On the stamp side, it must have a decent, evenly distributed layer of glue.
Now, that's the passive side of things... As we all know - those enough fortunate of us to know how an envelope & a stamp look & feels like - the glue needs to be prepared so as to activate and adhere to the envelope. It must be hydrated so it activates - and that, in an even & balanced manner.
Meh... details... analogies... all in vane, in the end, should either part not want to become compatible with the other one, toward that common goal - the bond.
Rant over, too much text for one day. :-)
Good luck and good hunting!
Superhuman powers
We all have them. Keep the trust issue at hand, from my previous post.
We're living in a perverted world, where one must first prove their innocence before being able to prove their virtues. We thus start in a "negative self" position and we need to put ourselves on the line so we can prove we're harmless to those around us. It usually exhausts one, chews their energy right off - this sort of effort. But since nobody cares about anyone else than themselves (at least as the society we live in today teaches us to behave), that effort goes unnoticed. Peachy.
Now comes the nifty part - so we're harmless, but why would that alone be enough for the other one so that they'd like to have us around them? Well - no reason at all. Therefore, one must now push on and prove they deserve attention. But guess what? all your energy got sucked into the perverted "prove yourself innocent" process. Most of us don't really give a dead cow's ass about it, thus once exhausted, sayonara and a good nap to ya!
How about those who do care, though? What about their effort? What about their torment? Nobody cares, but they are the superhuman beings once they push themselves over that limit. That fringe is all that makes us more than human. It's not a reason to believe one is a lot more than those around them - since they're nothing other than limited human beings, anyhow - but it's enough for one to feel at least OK with themselves.
Too bad most of us chose to remain blind, comfortable within the cushions of the fuzzy fake universe-like construct the society we live in builds around us with each detail we notice from outside (ads, products, shimmering clothes and whatnot?)...
It's a lose-lose situation.
We're living in a perverted world, where one must first prove their innocence before being able to prove their virtues. We thus start in a "negative self" position and we need to put ourselves on the line so we can prove we're harmless to those around us. It usually exhausts one, chews their energy right off - this sort of effort. But since nobody cares about anyone else than themselves (at least as the society we live in today teaches us to behave), that effort goes unnoticed. Peachy.
Now comes the nifty part - so we're harmless, but why would that alone be enough for the other one so that they'd like to have us around them? Well - no reason at all. Therefore, one must now push on and prove they deserve attention. But guess what? all your energy got sucked into the perverted "prove yourself innocent" process. Most of us don't really give a dead cow's ass about it, thus once exhausted, sayonara and a good nap to ya!
How about those who do care, though? What about their effort? What about their torment? Nobody cares, but they are the superhuman beings once they push themselves over that limit. That fringe is all that makes us more than human. It's not a reason to believe one is a lot more than those around them - since they're nothing other than limited human beings, anyhow - but it's enough for one to feel at least OK with themselves.
Too bad most of us chose to remain blind, comfortable within the cushions of the fuzzy fake universe-like construct the society we live in builds around us with each detail we notice from outside (ads, products, shimmering clothes and whatnot?)...
It's a lose-lose situation.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Trust
I was looking around me on my daily trip a few days ago and I've noticed a young mother wither her children, twin girls. The usual scenario - mount the vehicle, then the driver floors it and everyone has that split second when it's secure or stumble for each of the passengers not located on any of the available seats. The only thing about this case was that she had both her hands occupied with each of her girls. (Bus drivers ought to pay attention to their passengers. Nobody is a potato bag or such...)
Taking a few steps toward a set of seats, an elder man got off the seat he was on to allow the two girls to seat one next to the other, then he started acting - normally and perfectly logical - as a grandfather to them. Chit chat, questions, smiles, all that stuff. The mother was OK with it, too.
I was then thinking of those times when I was reading about how one should raise their child: "don't talk to any stranger!" and all that. The world we live on would have turned the situation I was watching unfold right before me like some sort of a trade: the man offered his seat to one of the girls, thus the mother (as legal caretaker of the minor) was in his debt - debt which was now payed by extending her tolerance enough to allow the elder person to behave as a grandfather. It's not over analysis, it's a mere hypothesis, with its arguments along.
But that's just... cold. Like, ice cold. I have attended the baptism of a boy today, the son of a close team member from my first workplace. The ceremony was neat, the parents were so happy and so serene, despite all the noise and tension the process implies. Even the little one was quiet, despite all the fuss and hassle around him. It was his prime time, nonetheless, so why worry, right? :-) The priest spoke to all those present, to the end of the ceremony. "God did not create us so as to roam this world alone. In order for that to happen, however, we need to trust each other."
I was at that moment watching the little fellow crossing the boundary between pagan and Christian and I was reflecting on what the priest was telling us. We are cast into this world with an unconditioned trust and love toward our caretaker(s). However, once we begin figuring out how we can provide for ourselves, our trust is progressively defiled till it's turned into a form of taking products and services for granted from others, not necessarily close to us. We take for granted all that which we can buy.
That's not to be accused for, nonetheless. Nevertheless, it's a real shame one has lost the will to trust those around them and, moreover, it's a petty the society we build with each of our attitudes and actions makes no room for this trust. The world we live in is getting colder and colder, as the time moves on further away from us, despite all the global warming we witness. And, just as we make no room for other creatures on this planet with all sorts of direct and indirect actions and their consequences, we make no room for trust to build up.
It's a terrible world we're building.
Taking a few steps toward a set of seats, an elder man got off the seat he was on to allow the two girls to seat one next to the other, then he started acting - normally and perfectly logical - as a grandfather to them. Chit chat, questions, smiles, all that stuff. The mother was OK with it, too.
I was then thinking of those times when I was reading about how one should raise their child: "don't talk to any stranger!" and all that. The world we live on would have turned the situation I was watching unfold right before me like some sort of a trade: the man offered his seat to one of the girls, thus the mother (as legal caretaker of the minor) was in his debt - debt which was now payed by extending her tolerance enough to allow the elder person to behave as a grandfather. It's not over analysis, it's a mere hypothesis, with its arguments along.
But that's just... cold. Like, ice cold. I have attended the baptism of a boy today, the son of a close team member from my first workplace. The ceremony was neat, the parents were so happy and so serene, despite all the noise and tension the process implies. Even the little one was quiet, despite all the fuss and hassle around him. It was his prime time, nonetheless, so why worry, right? :-) The priest spoke to all those present, to the end of the ceremony. "God did not create us so as to roam this world alone. In order for that to happen, however, we need to trust each other."
I was at that moment watching the little fellow crossing the boundary between pagan and Christian and I was reflecting on what the priest was telling us. We are cast into this world with an unconditioned trust and love toward our caretaker(s). However, once we begin figuring out how we can provide for ourselves, our trust is progressively defiled till it's turned into a form of taking products and services for granted from others, not necessarily close to us. We take for granted all that which we can buy.
That's not to be accused for, nonetheless. Nevertheless, it's a real shame one has lost the will to trust those around them and, moreover, it's a petty the society we build with each of our attitudes and actions makes no room for this trust. The world we live in is getting colder and colder, as the time moves on further away from us, despite all the global warming we witness. And, just as we make no room for other creatures on this planet with all sorts of direct and indirect actions and their consequences, we make no room for trust to build up.
It's a terrible world we're building.
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