What I have been doing today

I never liked any of my cosmetic bags, so I decided to make a storage box instead. This is the inside of my very beautiful box (I used the one where my funny Chinese phone was delivered in).

And this is the outside (you can see from the way I am holding it that some parts are still wet). I love it. The plastic leafs were originally white, but nitro lacquer (or whatever it is called in English) makes tricks with colors, and this time I am very pleased. Golden leafs are much better than plain white.

Then I decided needed new storage box for my jewelry. So I put some 3 shoe boxes together, and ….

Fail.

“Maybe every generation thinks the next one is the end of it all.” — Roger Sterling

“I am becoming a vegetable,” he said after 2 minutes of talking about his almost dead father, sick nephew and exams. “I don’t feel anything anymore.”

“That’s because you are becoming stronger,” I really didn’t know how to answer my ex-brother. He just described my emotions, though we hadn’t met for months. And I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about him.

Are we supposed to feel or is it a luxury nobody can afford anymore?

It was a Sunday morning; rain slowly soaked my clothes and washed away my face.  When I started to walk home, bag with CookieCrisps clattered in perfect unisone with the dripping rain.

Just walk away from it.

polariod by emilie

“It’s okay to talk to yourself just don’t interrupt.”

How very inconvenient. My BFFs are not satisfied with my silence. Jeez, I guess I am a sucker for anything that builds up my self-esteem, therefore I comfort myself with the last two comments and start running my fingers over the keyboard (hmm, almost a month since I posted anything here. Wow, personal record).

Anyway, I am more in the silence mood now. I read somewhere while doing my research for propaganda that “nowadays people think in pictures”. I am too lazy to go through the materials and give you the accurate quote (or the author, though I am pretty sure it was Wolleager. But then again, I am almost certain his surname isn’t spelled the way I just did it. Forgive me if you can). Bearing in mind the almost accurate quote, I refer to myself as one of those people nowadays. I think in pictures, it is more convenient! It is of general knowledge that a picture is worth a thousand words. At least that’s what I hear.

So I spend my free time filling the boxes with images that trigger something in the back of my head or consciousness, in other words.

Actually I got addicted to Tumblr, never thought I would. I don’t dig Twitter and I really tried to get addicted to it, but Tumblr grew on me in just few days. Guess what, they have this all community thing just like Twitter and other social networks do (you can follow people and stuff), but it is far more easier. Like, something catches your eye and with one click you re-blog, heart or follow it. And then there is this tumblarity, which is something like your popularity coefficient, but I don’t really understand how it works.

People are capable of inventing all kind of stuff, just to prevent themselves from doing something useful. Urgh, I have two exams next week (one of which is finale) and a bloody presentation on infrastructure.

Just noticed that I have been talking around again. There was a purpose for this post, there really was, I just can’t seem to… Ha, remembered! Silence, yes, that is what has been on my mind lately (NO, I am not going mental, there are still voices in my head and no silence. I have just been thinking about silence).  More and more there are situations in my life (especially in work) where absolute silence is an absolute requirement. Needless to say that I have had my slips more times that I would like to remember, than I would like my boss to remember (I just tend to answer every question people ask me with an honest answer. I have to work on lying. AND on not using the ellipsis so much). So now I am really working on all that keeping-my-mouth-shut thing, thus, unfortunately, I can’t provide you with any juicy gossip form the municipality. Not that I ever did.

Silence is golden.

photo by bee hive

Tight, digital boxes

I am  all about the design. WordPress doesn’t meet my needs anymore, so i am moving some of that traffic in my head to another site until I find the perfect place. Long-length bullshit will still be written here.

See you in the boxes!

That is one way how to get rid of google

when we thought we tried everything, they come up with smth new. reminds me of freerice.com. it is a pitty they are offline, though.

On the way, Christian and Hopeful meet a lad named Ignorance, who has the vain hope of entering the Celestial City even though he believes in work’s righteousness*

“O Lord, Thou knowest how busy I must be this day. If I forget Thee, do not forget me.”

^{I came accross this very, very sweet prayer by Lord jacob Astley, when reading everything I could about Late Renaissance in England (though it turned out to be of no good; in the test I had but one question I knew the answer for sure, the rest was just … Well, you know that teachers tend to get soft time after time and try to make students’ life easier by giving easy tests. Easy for them. I could have written whatever about the Hudibras or Pilgrim’s Progress, I even knew all 3 ways how Oliver Cromwell was executed! Hell, I even learned all the names of MP’s and kings! But, no, she had to ask about theculture in general. Not fair.)}

^{How was your day? (:}

^{* Reference to “‘Pilgrim’s Progress”. I could not help but sympathise with the Ignorance, finding much in common with the character.}

your daily amount of useless knowledge

If you’ve got talent and ambition, you go to New York.
If you’ve got talent but no ambition you go to San Francisco
If you’ve got ambition but no talent you go to Los Angeles

 -Roy H. Wagner-

Where that leaves us?

 

P.S. Did you know that there are sixty-five people in Los Angeles that have the legal name Jesus Christ?

http://www.recipestar.com/quizzes/view/cannibal-taste

via aploustic

my american idol

i guess we never give up our childhood affections. at least i don’t, therefore i was pleased to find this trailer, which meant good news to me. my most favorite actress from my childhood memories finally made into something bigger than cry-kick-get depressed-punch movie. really happy (:

findings of the day #2

Make the handwriting counterfeiting easier by creating your own font! Thanks to Chez Larsson (:

Analogue is so cool. Not only photography (: Thanks to iri5

the hair, the idea, the passion for music!

seeing the dentist

Yesterday my uncle came, you see, someone from my mother’s side had died, someone very old and much unknown to me, but apparently both mom and her brother knew him and they went together to the funeral, which might not be such a weird thing, if not keeping in mind the fact that the uncle lives on the other side of the world, to my mind on the other side, at least.

So they went, they ate’n’stuff people do when someone is so lucky as to leave this place, and they came back home. Together. To our home. Imagine me falling asleep while watching for the hundred and fifth time “Pride&Prejudice” and being brought back from the land of Austen inspired dreams by loud voices. I had no idea we would have a guest, but guess I should have foreseen that.

He, my uncle, talked politics, but not in a way people usually do that nowadays, well, at least not in a way they do it here, in the city (he sort of comes from the country side). Now, he started talking about how happy-go-round we, the new generation, are because we haven’t seen the good times, i.e., USSR. I agree that when we look at the graveyard we are now, even Iraq might sound a better place to live in, but his main issue was that we don’t know, we haven’t seen and that we accept this hard business world just as it is & are okay with it. Something in what he said (more like forced on us) triggered me. I started thinking about Orwell’s “Animal Farm”. Remember, in the last chapter only few of the animals remembered the past and could actually make evaluations? Well, we are the same. We take for sure the things we read in history books or hear through a grapevine and make our judgments about how we should be. Or, as in my case, we burry past and look straight ahead being unrealistically optimistic since, hey, nobody cares anyway! What is better? Remember and fight or forget and live? Are we fools for being like ostriches? I went back and forth in my mind trying to figure it out & I came to a conclusion that part of us are such I-don’t-care kids because we place our bets on afterlife (off the topic – I am betting on Alice ), therefore this is just a small stop, where we try not to injure our souls too much and leave this place as good as we can. And for those who are not believers, even easier! Nothing is permanent, so why take life seriously, if it will end anyway and nothing waits after it does end? I guess what I am trying to get across is: screw politics, screw the rich masons and and the chasing after money, no one will be able to take any of this with him-/herself.

When I came to this, I understood how really free I am. I just have to endure all this like a visit to a dentist, and it will all go away eventually.

So be good, see the dentist, die young (:

Another off the topic. Art attacked me, to be more specific, Kurt inspired me (not Cobain but Fridrihson). This is going to be so great!