a penny for your thoughts
words float around and around till there is no more place in my headArchive for March, 2009
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!
the land of some other time
i felt like i need to write something, not that i have anything to say, actually, but just to organize my thoughts and wait till the new episode of yet another blond show is downloaded to my videos.
i just had 3 almost free days and, to tell you the truth, i completely wasted them. i mean, i didn’t go to meet the doctor and i even was too lazy to call and cancel my appointment, i ditched most of my lectures and went to only those, where i had to write a test, and i didn’t even take my time to study properly! and, here comes the worst part, if you ever get this far, i didn’t even meet my friends, i didn’t even call them! what the hell is wrong with me? in this past week every time when someone called me and wanted to see me (well, every time might sound a bit harsh, there has only been 3 times altogether), i said “some other time”. feels like all my interesting, surrounded-by-people life is taking place on the planet of some other time. and the scary thing is that i don’t really care. in last couple of days i feel utterly bored by people, but, then again, i haven’t met my girls for a while, so i might be exaggerating a bit. no, i take my words back, that was not the scary part. here comes the scary part – i was happy to go back to work.
yeah, take some time, let your brain process this information.
when i got back to work, it was kind of weird. i know that people say nobody is irreplaceable, but i really felt that way. stuff just didn’t happen without me, and on friday my only rest during the day was when i tried to eat a latvian cheese cake in haste while on my way to book tickets for my boss. i didn’t even have time to drink my morning coffee, i mean, gosh, i am not ginger, but when it comes to coffee, i feel absolutely the same way. i could kill for it.
so, you get the picture, i am becoming more workaholic with every day. i love my work, but i don’t like people. and i am thinking about studying law.
whou, one story down, one more to go.
few weeks ago i bought a domestic oil scent (or whatever it is called). really loved it, peachy and ginger (: and, of course, totally unsuitable. not the scent itself, no, it is great, but if you ever happen to paint and varnish your table, you might want to think twice before putting a bottle of domestic scent on it, because my experience shows that, firstly, that bottle can be overturned and, when it happens, the oil is hard to clean up; and secondly, that f*&^%*$ bloody oil corrodes the lacquer and makes it look like a paper glue of some kind! and, if that table is actually the only thing you are proud to present as your handmade piece of art, well, you are screwed.
i think i will be spending my summer trying to redo my table, which will be kind of hard, cause i haven’t had my attack of creativity for a little more than a while.
shit happens.
as the budget gets lower, the cooking skills increase
Lately I have been searching for recipes, all kind of recipes, but mostly vegetarian. I am on vacation next week, therefore I thought it to be a good idea to give my mom a break and take over in the kitchen. Anyway, while searching for easiest and most delicious way how to show my family I love them, I found something I want to share. no, it is not peach pie or strawberry ice cream, or seitan with lemon caper sauce …(made you hungry, huh? (: )
how to: make a Toothpaste (via the kitchen)
makes 1/4 cup
6 tablespoons baking soda
2 tablespoons salt
2 tablespoons glycerin
20 drops peppermint, spearmint or cinnamon essential oil
Mix all the ingredients together into a smooth paste. Store in a covered container
Happy teeth brushing!
pearls around my neck
I might be the only person left in this world who still likes to watch TV instead of downloading the episodes. Well, the only one besides my mom. Yesterday all female members of our family sat down in front of TV to see the old episode of “Desperate Housewives”. There is something about this routine that I enjoy very much. I really don’t know, it might be the fact that I have to wait for a certain amount of time till I see the continuation (a week, to be precise), which is good, since lately I like to organize my time; it may be the fact, that it is something we share, my mom doesn’t understand English and I am not so determined as to translate everything into Latvian; or it might be the process of cursing the adverts, which happen to pop up in the most exciting moment; or, on the contrary, praying for them to start, so as to run downstairs to the loo and take something jummy on our way back.
Yesterday was no different and we again laughed, cursed and ate in front of TV as bunch of not very well educated women might have responded to the fenomen of the moving pictures, though I like to comfort myself that our family is differrent, because, we have a library with piano instead of a living room with TV. (K, I must admit that next to the piano is also a TV, but that is not important, unless it is monday evening with”DH” on). Where was I? Oh, yes, the episode. Well, not long ago I really started to like Bree (the ginger one), and after the episode we saw yesterday, I like her even more. To give you the last sentence of it – I want to put pearls around my neck, put on my best clothes, do my make-up, style my hair and go to a date. With God. 
Weird, huh? Well, you must see it to understand what I mean. Hint - Sunday mornings.
my favourite worst nightmare*
While Alexander McQueen makes fashion go mental at Paris Fashion week, France comes up with yet another Audrey Tatou movie, which I must see.
*by Artic Monkeys
ability to see
Why Not?
We have had sliding doors for ages, I think it was about the time we have sliding houses. Well, not that I could have thought about it before seeing this masterpiece… oh-wow.
No, I am not going to post any pictures. Feel free to explore this cyberspace. I mean – they even have a video!
mitts
About 7 years ago, when I was still studying in primary school, I had to knit mitts to pass my housekeeping lessons. Well, I decided to give them as a Christmas present to my sister, but somehow I made them too tight for her to wear. Now, after 7 years, my blue mitts have finally found their master. My nephew.
Ladies and gentelmen, I present you the love of my present life, sir Robert Alexander I
He’s my Brandy Alexander
Always gets me into trouble
But that’s another matter
Brandy Alexander
- “Brandy Alexander” by Feist -
I didn’t ask to be a Superhero … but, hey, with muscles like this!
Metaphorically Speaking
“I’d love to go to Spain some day,” Oshima says.
“Why Spain?”
“To fight in the Spanish Civil War.”
“But that ended a long time ago.”
“I know that. Lorca died, and Hemingway survived,” Oshima says. “But I still have the right to go to Spain and be a part of the Spanish Civil War.”
- “Kafka on the Shore” by Haruki Murakami -
photo by me
