Surprise!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!


For the most accomplished and busiest one, the one with the most children (besides Tarelle, of course), the one who might not check out this blog to find that she actually got a birthday post - but, when she finally will, because I know, just KNOW she will; long after all the kids graduated, one day she will wake up and say "I wonder what i and nanaimo were up to all this time" - then, just imagine, how overjoyed she will be to find that yes, in 2015, during those months of restlessness and uncertainty, when the world seemed to have turned a corner, a new chapter was to be started, for better or worse, she DID receive a birthday note!

Oh how my heart soars when I imagine her wrinkly face breaking into a smile, her beady eyes, full of wisdom, welling up with tears of joy, her knobbly arthritis-ridden fingers tapping a response, hoping, wishing, WANTING that somebody is still out there to read it.

It is going to be a glorious moment, the proof of a friendship that survives years and decades of silence, where distance and time are meaningless concepts, because, my friends, what belongs together, will be together, no matter what.


OR, in short: BSZ, Lynx!

and a track to go with it:

cuban jazz for i

Went to a world music festival on the weekend.
As it turns out I really like caribbean jazz.
Samplers for you to enjoy:
here and this one
and this here
or this other one

Why ...

.. do you think lynx asked us to restart the blog?

new beginnings

The forces are getting stronger.
I want to blog.
I'm not sure where to start.
So much has happened in the meantime, reading back is like time-travel. Where's the person I had been then?
Should I try to find her? Should I just go with the reality that my life has so fundamentally changed that I cannot really relate to her?
My life and my mind is filled with practial problems and mean little worries. There's so little room for the grand, for the analytical, for the shocking.
Who cares what my feelings are when I see homelesses, what I hate the most about air-travel, what I think about death penalty? I don't.
Is that a bad thing? Or is it just the next step in our lives, the realization that I am not going to solve humanity's big problems, I am a speck of dust - busy trying not to clog the wheels too badly.
So here's a relevant read: Margaret Atwood: The Blind Assassin
She is so good! She is also Canada's most treasured writer and I had the strong urge to be on the OTHER team, you know, if that's what people like, it sure won't not resonate with me! Wrong.
This one really did. I enjoy reading her, almost as much as Vonnegut, (imagine!) but this book gave me even more. It really speaks to the "good wife forgives everything" concept, how it is building up and how there's a line that shouldn't have been crossed. How your threshold can be pushed, little by little until you look back one day and don't recognize yourself.

Sorry for the dreary post, I had to get this out of my system before I move onto death penalty and pear preserving.

Jedna dobra žena oprašta svega.- Egy jó asszony mindent megbocsát.

IF.

Maybe any of you react on something.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Lets restart the song translating posts.

Very long restarting post

KÉP

Here you are, don't say you have no time.
-- office yoga --
Balancing on on two chairlegs is not included, but is very useful too ;)

HELLO THERE

I'm here and started missing you.
Lets translate game?

I lie down in the snow beside you
In my neck water meets
Plum seed bluens
waited last year already.

Candles on the beigli

Climbing stairs - check
Walking - check
Red wine - check
Intimacy - check
Pineapple - check
Relaxation - check
Raspberry leaf tee - check
Clove oil - check
Jasmine, lavender, thyme oil - check
Castor oil - check

...maybe he just doesn't want to be a Sagittarian? I understand, those people are unbearable. Let's just hope he doesn't aim for Aquarius!

Eclipse of the blogging mood

Egri csillagok is the Hungarian title. The English translation reads: Eclipse of the Crescent Moon, by Gárdonyi Géza. I just read it. I am not 8 years old, but I read it. I waited so long because I was not going to school in Hungary, I guess.

But I don't want to talk too much about it myself, I would only like you to tell me how you remember it. What remains of it in your imagination. What are the feelings that you remember having from reading this book? Was it a nice read? Thrilling? Boring? Full of pride? Of dust? Jokes? Good feelings? Sad stories?

Tell me, please tell me!

PostBloggum. Often, when I am tryong to remember about a book, the feelings I had while reading it come back to me more easily than the story itself. Same thing when I think about someone, actually...

Snow, flakes and probabilities

It is both snowing and not snowing until you open the front gate. Or is it?

This is a time-independant photograph (and joke), as you can judge by yourself attached. As you can judge by yourself, attached. Damn comma. Can't get out of it.


PostMailum. Well, it took me a while to recall the account I was posting stuff on VCB from. Pfew... time flies. And thank you, i, for keeping faith in the upcoming rebirth of VCB!

PostMailum bis. I already told you about the "eat, shoots and leaves" thing, right? Time flies but I don't get more interesting with age. Full stop. Coma.

Back!

So we are much more then we were before.
K and P and Pto :)
Start with something completely different:

CooCooo

HallO!! :)

I was in the cinema

I felt like being in France.
I like that in films I like, women swim, which I did and I miss.
I noticed, that these films are ... french.
I felt very lucky.
I felt very glad to cry with excuse in the cinema - you can almost all the time - at least I could.
I was happy, not to change the channel just to check if Profesor Baltazar or snooker finals are on.
I was thankful the one who canceled the cinema so I could see this, finally -
I was not happy that he didn't see it.
I could have chosen something else to recover my grey mood.
Aha, the film, before I forget:

And the question of the week, without any connections: how do you say négyütemű fekvőtámasz in any other language?

Tarte, chocolade

where?
Somebody got elder again :)
Wishing you a very-very happy birthday with this: