HNY

I wish you all a year which is not worse than this one was with this and this :)

Happy you-know-what!

...and peace, love, understanding, good food and long, undisturbed sleep!



(if all is working well then this image is a link as well...hope you like it, I do!)

Present in advance

From the Slo guy (really, He sends it to everybody)
Present
it is about "Police, excuse me, I drank all night".
Lovely, I would like to ask koxkitty, please write something dear and visit me, I'm here till xmas.

And you?

Where are you with Christmas presents?
	Nowhere, as usual
	I have some stuff but I haven't decided who will get them
	I never buy anything
	But hey, this can only be done in the last 24 hours!
	I have most of the things and decided already for the rest
	I am going off to Bermuda for this year
	Leave me alone
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Breaking news

...in form of a teary goodbye to good old Bruno. I hope you crash pretty soon and/or burn your user to death by the means of your overly heated (and unproperly ventillated) system. It was a good three years with you!



(That is to say that as a special birthday present somebody surprised me with destroying the entrance door of my appartement just to take Bruno from his homeland into the dreary world. I hope his hands dry off. Or something of that sort.)

HBD for lynx!

Side by side or miles apart
True friends are always close to your heart
Whether you're turning five or fifty-three
You know that I'm a true friend because you're here beside me
I'm here, right now, on your special day
So lets give a cheer for you, hip, hip, hooray!

P.S. I hope this is the kind of cake what a lynx prefer

Old ultraviolence

"There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs*, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks** what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence. "

A film, again, and what's more, I haven't really wanted to see this one either, too afraid of the agressivity it contains . Well, if it's been the same reason holding you back from it, don't fret, it is not even scary for our generation - too "mild", I guess. That is not to say that I did not like it: I liked it all the better! Even though you are not supposed to like the main character I have found him really cool and was actually worried what might happen to him. (According to various analyses, you are supposed to dislike him: I am happy that no psychologist reads this.)

If you watch it in the original version, be careful to have subtitles and your knowledge of Russian with you: the protagonist talks in Nadsat, invented by Burgess, the writer of the original book.

*друг, friend
**рассудок, mind

wake up!

Where is everyone?

I had to notice that only i and I posted and commented to the blog this month!

Cetli

This is a piece from a book of one of my favorite writers. I feel it has some sort of relevance to ourselves.

"...Not long ago a slip of paper got into my hand from the depths of a drawer. I have lots of these small pieces, because whenever some idea that is worth writing comes into my mind, I scribble it onto one not to forget.
This piece had the following written on it:
“We get bored of someone when we told him everything about ourselves.”
Whoa, I cried out, what substantial bullshit! This is the kind of thing what only very young people think. Moved, I held the yellowed piece of paper in my hands, the age of which was demonstrated not only by the ink-pencil used for the scribbling, but also by the naivety, the lack of life-experience. Fifty years, at least.
Today I am much wiser. I know that a relationship, the depth and lasting of a friendship can be measured by how many times we told the same story to each other already.
By the fact that we move comfortably in each other’s past, that the locations and characters are familiar. We know, how the other lived through the war, the this-or-the-other big adventure, how he managed to escape, how he walked into a new trap later and who came in his way on the railway station at the border. We know already, of course, we know like the child who wants to hear the same tale over and over again, and we are not bored. What is more, we enjoy it, because it makes us feel safe and it radiates the intimate feeling of belonging together.
And we keep telling the memories of our lives to the other the same way. We keep telling the stories which gained their final, apt shape by nothing but repeating them several times...."

from: Eva Janikovszky: How beautiful life is! (Bad memory)

Translated by me

scientific question

I think most mammals can squeeze, but I am not sure about the elephants.

Can they, and if yes, how does it look like?
Will the fast air-flow straighten their noses?

Plans for the New Years Eve in Golden Ages?

What I might do in my golden ages is this.
And if anybody would think that I'm joking, here is a student party.
If anybody thought that its something german or austrian, it is not. They started it, and spread it in the Alps and nowadays in the States also its moreand morepopular.
AND: they are proud of it :)
I'm scared, promise to visitme please.

The whisperer

Neither Lobert, nor Ledfold and no Thpenther and Trathy

What I try to share with you is some thing all of you will meet once.
A book, or an idea to follow how to manage with your child (applied scinetist wants a recipie for everything).
My father told proudly, he found Dr Spock, just they ran out of it in the shop: Thanks god I told him. I found another one - basically people recommended it. The most surprising was that there was nothing surprising in it: it suggests completely natural behaviour. The second most surprising was that it works.

So that was, how I found this book, but what I wanted to write about is the idea how to listen carefully to another being what it wants to tell. AND (!!!) than accept and understand it - that's the metaphore with the horse-whisperer, which film I still haven't seen).

I associate on friends. Those talks with friends. Some people have such mothers.
I always wanted to be a whisperer. Once I was, but I forgot that sweet 16.
Now I'm learning again :)

Do you have?

(The book is Tracy Hogg's Secrets of the baby whisperer)
For formal ELTE students: Note the link of the photo.

Points of views

I found this one here.
Interesting what a difference chiral simmetry makes, if you are carefully listen. Most things were innocent what we use now as violence-symbolsand te other way around. Human mind is violent. Rabbits are not coward and the innocent white lilies are huge genitalies.
And I anyway wanted to post something: like I did before I became a milk producer :)

REM phase

I definitly had it. I still like them.
Here is their wisdom relevant to the previous post...


P.S. how on earth can I embed these videos, not just the links? (help, tarelle, or somebody!!)

Gore and Sarkozy

This evening I've chosen to write an activist post, drawing your attention to the following article: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071025/ap_on_re_eu/france_environment_2. I'm sitting here in Boston and it's still 60 degrees, even in October. I don't want to sound alarmist, but this is ridiculous. How environmentally conscious are people in your home countries, do you think?

Uyire, uyire*

I don't like Bollywood movies. It is just weird that they burst out dancing and singing in the middle of a conflict or conversation, isn't it? That's what I used to think till last week , when I happened to stumble upon this and that just kept me watching the film. I simply got enchanted by the music and I find the language magical: so soft and melodious!

Do you remember this?

Last night, just before falling asleep, this song came into my mind. Just wanted to share.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2BnXhLlLz8

what do you think?

long-term happy couples do this together regularly
	shop
	cook
	have bath
	exercise
	daydream
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The Wauk

I just returned from a short trip to Milwaukee. One might say that Boston is objectively more exciting, but I found paradise in The Wauk. From the moment I got off the plane, it was clear I had entered a new planet: people looked me in the eye and smiled, asked if I needed help, and wished me a nice day in a way that sounded authentic. On Friday evening, someone stopped me on the street to tell me that they liked my outfit. On Saturday, a cab driver turned off his meter to show my friend and I around the city, and then drove me to the airport. As I got back on the plane to head home, I wondered what it was that helped create this personable paradise: was it the cold weather? the Germanic heritage? all that beer? Who knows. Now that I'm back, I continue to hold onto the memories. But no one has yet complimented me on my outfit.

Il est arrivé !

Ça y est, il est arrivé ! Bienvenue, Konstantin ! Et pleins de bisous à ta maman.

I'm back

Well, since beansoup has honoured the blog of a few of her comments, I am so proud to come back too, at least commenting on your posts. I missed you, but am now only trying to catchup a bit, so I put small comments a bit everywhere. Promise I'll put longer things soon, believe!

Esprit de voyage

While I was on that short-term break in China, the travelling-spirit just hit me so hard and out of the blue, that I am still wondering what it was and how it works. Here is what I think now.

By spirit of travelling I mean rather a state of mind, where I am happy about absolutely anything that happens around me, just enjoying every moment, being restless, curious and easy-going in all things small and big, without effort. Sights, sounds and smells are washing through me, everything I need to do becomes a play, everything I can do is a new source of fun. I enjoy speaking to strangers, sitting down for hours on the side of a road, what's more, I dare to do it - I talk and sit and smile. I don't care if I am cold, I don't start a hysteria if I don't get food at the usual times. Actually, I don't get a hysteria at all.

So, what is this? It would be too easy to say it's the effect of being away from everyday responsibility - for sure, there is something from that, but there is something more - I remember times very clearly when I felt just the same in my hometown and in Budapest where I was home for a very long time.

There is another thing that I realised and that might be connected - I do not go and see just any movie like I used to do: I select. Yes, I have a broader knowledge about what I like and what I don't , but doesn't it prevent me from experiencing new things? Maybe I make mistakes in the selection - why couldn't I sit through a Tarkowski like I used to?

I have the fear that I am losing something : the ability to be open, to accept, to just be - I have expectations now, fears, standards and God knows what else: and these only mean more and more borders. Is it me or is it the evil deed of society? What shall I do to get rid of it?

Shaun the sheep

I am not sure that you know how big fans of animation we are with tarelle. He has introduced me Frédéric Back and Miyazaki and Samurai Champloo (just to name a few) whereas I have contributed with Krtek to his knowledge, among others (I have even dubbed films real-time when they did not have a subtitle...)

And now he showed me Shaun, the sheep. If you like Wallace and Gromit, then no doubt you'll like this too. And anyway, I know you enough to say that you'll love it, trust me, OK? Or you know what? Just have a look (I selected the preview in line with current events :-) )

Find a title!

It's been a very long time since I want to post this picture that I took last year in France. The situation of the dog just struck me when I was walking by the shop so I took a photo - and they actually made the dog leave afterwards because the shopkeeper saw me taking the picture (my fault!) I couldn't find a title for it, so I was postponing putting it here - now it's your turn, as I couldn't come up with anything good. Prizes as usual :-)

Sorry guys...

...gramma has no time to make you pancakes this weekend, she just took off at the 100 m dash.
Or is she still in the middle of her 10 km run? This women on the above picture is 78 years old, and she did the 10k under an hour. I appreciate these people so much, and I don't even hope that I will be something like this when I'm old...

Anyways, what would be your sport for the golden years? (for me, it is definitely NOT running!)

Pictures were taken by me on the Canadian Masters Championship this year.

Destination (un)known

Since I am not likely to give the world a new little blogger anytime soon - unlike most of you guys :-) - I feel the need to fill my empty life with useless stuff such as work, dancing, cinema, writing etc. But it is not enough, oh no: I realised how badly I need travelling (no, being an expat is not travelling. Going home is not travelling either.)

I was cooking this evening and re-listened to one of my old-time favourites: I love it not so much for its musical qualities (this is the first song of the album) but for the what it was for a few days - a soundtrack for one of the best journeys I have ever made: 36 hours on Transbalkan from Budapest to Thessaloniki and back.




And this is how I came to the conclusion that it is time to realise a long-time dream: see Lake Baikal!

...after arriving here:



so what do I mean? Transsiberia, of course!!! Here is how I'll get there:

Hey, tarelle, say, are you in?

See what this is? - fourth try

This was not taken underground, this was taken in France, outdoors, on a lovely, sunny day. It is not obscene, it is not bushes and a walk-path with white gravel. The main subject of the photograph is not a park or another spectacular point in Phosphor, there is no black coat neither a cup of coffee, it is not in the Jardin de Luxembourg, and no Lumbricus has been hurt during the shooting, which did not take place in the eastern slopes of the Pyrenees, and definitely not in a washroom either. The jury is biased and thirsty. What is this?
A last hint: I have a bigger ego than a Lumbricus and I have voted for lynx' poll. Oh no! his was the hint for another contest: "how am I?"

Poll!

I have found this cute little feature and because I had nothing better to do I created one for a start. You are welcome to make new ones :-) Oh and very important: you can vote as many times as you want to - so according to the weather, if you wish. Soooooo:

Do you want to go home?
	Not really
	Sort of
	All the time
	Leave me alone
	What are you talking about?
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See what this is? - third try

Lynx has made great proposals and I officially announce she has already won a bottle. A second bottle is still to be offered to the one who will come with the real answer. Question remains: What is the main subject the photography?
A third hint: it was a lovely, sunny day.

See what this is? - second try

We had interesting suggestions, and very interesting, too: either quite indistinct or surprisingly precise. Now for the second slice:
Any new idea?

And since you were so inventive for the first try, here is a second hint for you: the photograph was taken outdoors.

See what this is?

Dear guests at VCB,

I propose you this small contest before going to sleep (before I go to sleep). Here is a small detail of a photography. Who will be first to identify the main subject the photography?
If no one can find within two days, I'll show a larger detail. A first hint: the photograph was taken in France.

As usual, the prize of the contest is a bottle of whatever you want at the RCB (the "Real Castro Bisztro"). Who'll draw first?

Anyobody interested?

I have just found this ad on the net, you might consider moving in:

Date Posted: Mon, September 03 2007, 10:48:24

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Flats to rent:
Separated kitchen, room of dwarf separated, living room.
Equipped very well (micro-waves, tv, internet…).
Very calms and cordial

I mean, who could resist a flat where you don't have to live together with the dwarfs? They are ugly and smelly and never wash the dishes. Contact me for the phone number, if interested.

Oh, and where was I again...

... two nights ago? I guess now we are between the 24th of August and the 2nd of September. So you may guess where this was taken.
It is quite fun that each time there is a truck in the köz.

And yesterday night I went to West Balkan, the new one. Alas! Not only is it now a posh place, but I had a real bad adventure with my bottle of Löwenbräu. I hadn't bought it at the bar, obviously. But since I had put it (unopened) on the table, next to the cirskes krumpli stuff and the bottles of Márka and Traubi that I had bought at the bar, a waiter came, took it on his trail and without a word was about to leave and take it away. I had to catch him and ask him what he was doing to have him tell me that there was no way the bottle could go back in my backpack, but if I wanted, he could bring it the to the bouncer at the entrance instead of putting it to the rubbish bin, so that I could take it back when leaving.

West-Balkán is neither where nor what it used to be. Really. I mean, look at that.

Endsummer night's magic on a pond

Dear all, dear you unfortunate who were not in Budapest during the last two days. You couldn't be invited by i to go at night in Botanikus kert and watch magic embodied in a flower.
That was on its second night, when the flower was pink, that used to be white. When she was a female, that you had met a male the night before. (Somewhat reminiscent of the RHPS, isn't it?)

Thank you, i, oh so much.
Other photos on request! Sorry I haven't had time to read all your posts, I am working at CEU's library (once again!). I will read and reply next week, I promise.

Changes

I used to think I love changes, that I am the incarnation of flexibility. Well, I am not - that is something I have only realized recently and I am very proud of this discovery. Let me tell you why.

Whereas I like new things, changes and surprises (sometimes even bad ones, because they can also mean excitement) I am just unable to accept them. Just about as much as a six-month-old baby: give her the food 5 minutes later and she will cry her lungs out. Is this some sort of masochism? I am almost sure. The bigger the challenge, the higher the reward, when I finally make it (e.g. stop fighting back). But in the meantime the sh*t is scared out of me, so to say. I go as far as to initiate these changes (change countries, for example...) but be happy with my choice once the horror of adaptation is over.

What is interesting in it is that when I started to understand all this, I have found a book (or it has found me?) about the acceptance of the inevitability of change. Strange, ha? It is Chinese (of course :-) ) but let me say in my defense that taoism is my favourite religion since a long-long time.

So, it is called I Ching - translated "Book of Changes". And before you call me crazy to enter into strange practices of divination: it is not giving you outcomes or precise answers, it is merely somebody to talk to when you don't have anybody. You throw with coins to get a sign that will be the answer to your question - it is random, like everything else, so it could even be "true" whatever that concept means. You read what it says and then think about it. Easy, isn't it? What is difficult is to ask a good question and to look at your problem in an objective way - I guess it is this what makes it so good. And that's how I realized my difficulties with adaptation. Now I know that:

Alive, a man is supple, soft;

In death, unbending, rigorous.
All creatures, grass and trees, alive
Are plastic but are pliant too,
And dead, are friable and dry.
Unbending rigor is the mate of death,
And yielding softness, company of life;
Unbending soldiers get no victories;
The stiffest tree is readiest for the ax.
The strong and mighty topple from their place;
The soft and yielding rise above them all.

midnight picknick

Some people love it, some think it's really boring...how you find it?
As for me, I wish I could sing like that...

Time warp

It's been a long time since I wanted to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show - being almost sure to find something very twisted and overly sexual. Well, twisted all right (and funny) but far from being "too sexual" and with a surprisingly good music score! Here is a sample for you of the most famous songs: Let's do the time warp again!

If you like that one (and the innocent look of a veryvery young Susan Sarandon) don't miss "Sweet trasvestite" and "Hot Patootie" and the opening (Scene 1) - all listed on youtube if you type "Rocky Horror" (or watch my link).

Now all I miss is to participate in a live act in a cinema - where you actually HAVE to throw things at specific moments (rice, toasts, confetti, toilet paper etc.) and sing and dance along...For that I should go to Paris where they still schedule it every Saturday night in one of my favourite studios. I was guessing that English-speaking countries have more opportunities to do so, but it might not be the case. Anyway, don't miss it .

Synopsis brought to you by courtesy of tarelle
(he bought the dvd :-) )

Can you spot any difference?

Good news if you are likely to be photographed by me one day soon. I cleaned my sensor. Can you spot any difference?



Question: why didn't I do that earlier? Well, good question. But I have a good answer: I hadn't heard of mamkho, yet. Great guy, you know.

When Babylon's codename was "Camp alpha"

Dear nanaimo,

I loved your story about Quebec (your photos are downright wonderful) and want to help you get back to French. Here is another story, about another great, great city called Babylon (in French : Babylone).

You might have heard that US and then Polish troops had been establishing their camp right next to the archeological site. It seemed that building helipads and troop tents, digging a dozen trenches (up to 170m long) "made into previously undisturbed archaeological", were not the best idea for the old stones close at hand. Here is an article published in Le Monde about it (to train our French), referring to a report made in 2005 by the keeper of the Middle East collections at the British Museum, John Curtis, about the "crisis in Iraqi cultural heritage".

Believe it or not, the Polish radio celebrates Polish troops for protecting the site from looters. Quote:

'Any report on Babylon should start by saying that the Americans and the Poles saved Babylon for our civilisation, because that is the truth. If it wasn't for the Americans, Babylon would have been looted like all other museums in Iraq ... and we would now be buying back Babylon artifacts on bazaars and markets' End of quote, end of partial truths trying to hide devastating incompetence.

You can find a lot more documentation on the issue on that blog dedicated to "The Iraq War & Archaeology", on the website of Wien University. Facts and scientists seem not be so enthusiastic as the Polish radio.

Put one more item....

...on your must-see list:

Quebec city!

I don't know, how it is possible to have an extraordinary beautiful, European city in the middle of north-America, but it exist! It is called Quebec City, the capital of the french-speaking Quebec province in Canada.
The whole province is somewhat surreal. As soon as you cross the border, the bread starts to have crunchy crust, the cheese has flavor, the shop windows look actually inviting..and nobody speaks English and they drive like crazy. After seeing all this, I am crying, why, why on Earth couldn't at least the neighboring provinces learn or import some of this taste? Just a tiny bit? Please? You know, I thought, style and taste must have been left behind when first settlers came and people just didn't have time to reinvent them since. But this isn't the case! It is here, nearby, available, adjusted to this climate. I don't get it. And I want to go back. I really should go on with my French studies. (The only french sentence I know would not work here-it is still north-America:)))
Anyways, you really have to see this city.

Summer journeys 2.

So while you are out there getting busy with strange little invisible creatures, I just keep living the life full of irresponsibility :-)

This is - of course - from China, not exactly the detailed version of how great it was, but just a glimpse to what it was like. (I absolutely wanted to post this before going home to good old Budapest ...)

Some other details that might transmit the message of how much I liked it:
- I practically only cook Chinese food since,
- I took home a complete set of calligraphy tools
- I only read news that are related to China
- I drink more green tea than coffee
- I keep learning the language while in the train...
...and poor tarelle has to assist to all this!

new blogger number 2

For those who might not know it yet: following i with a good three months, I became a double-decker too...

Appendix for SJ1 - What we missed and still regret.

We didn't fly with her - had a coffee in stead.

We haven't hopped with him - walked instead.

We didn't swim with them - talked and rested beside.

Wanted to take it for nana - took a photo
instead.

Summer pictures - part 2

Here are my special contributions for our summer pictures series. First is a funny little glimpse of where you guys are.



And here is a little glimpse of how much you came to Castro Bisztro during the summer. No wonder we did not celebrate koxkitty's arrival properly!



Now, are you scared? Big brother's everywhere!

Summer-journeys 1.

This is going to be a series of picture-filled posts, not necessarrily in chronological order...but before I go into details about fascinating China, here is the one I have not yet posted: our weekend-trip to Paris, with i. (the very beginning of June...seems like it was in the last century...or just yesterday...)

As we were "planning", it was a just a series of walking, sitting around on terrasses drinking coffee and chatting...and we actually went to a party as well! ...and to i's fetish-shop on the edge of the 5th district (selling Tunisian sweets) and I managed to take her to the Louvre... and next to the church what I had put in the post before leaving. But it was NOT raining. Here is the proof:

And we also went to a Japanese restaurant, different one as with nanaimo - do you remember, nana? (This time it was on rue Saint-Anne, our secret "good-address" for Japanese food with tarelle. And to the English bookshop. And OF COURSE we were drinking wine in the hotel room, till very late , but it is needless to say :-)

See you back there soon, i (and L)!

Hey there, all around the world.....

1 in Asia old Europe
1 in old Europe
2 at the border of Balkan
1 in the new continent
and an another one too hopefully
... but does anybody know about Nana?

HIIIIIIII..........

...finally here...at least it seems so...sorry about spelling in advance, about bad words and improper thoughts...special thanks to X and kissess to Y...I miss you girls...

kitty

from Friday ,13 July till Monday, 23 July

I'll be found here!

(Re-)birth day

Dear Nanaimo,

A bit of nice, smooth and powerful music to think of our nice, smooth and powerful nana.

If like me you are a bit lost because of all the witty things that have been published with a delirious rythm, if like me you want to be sure that you didn't miss the last comment where nana were giving practical instructions, if you like to read everything from your friends...

...then I advise you to go to this page and then click on "Subscribe to this feed using Live Podcast" so that it stays on your Bookmarks toolbar. You then will be able to read a list of all the posts directly in your toolbar!

Similarly, if you bookmark that page, you will have a list of all the comments published.

The Walking Pinetree

" - Who is that ?

- Big Zoard, the Walking Pinetree.

- He can walk?!

- He can. Once upon a time he asked a fairy to let him wander. He did not want to stand on a rocky hillside next to the Oak and the Beech, looking always at the same valley, the same river. “But there is nothing more beautiful –told him the fairy - than watching a valley for three hundred years. It doesn’t worth watching for a minute, twenty years is very short but three hundred… that’s something! But Big Zoard did not listen to her. “All right – said the fairy – you can go.” And Big Zoard started at once. He strolled the desert sand, the coasts of seas, many islands in the South and in the freezing North. Perhaps there is nowhere left where he did not go. However, all of a sudden his heart started to ache. He would have loved to see the valley, and the river again, talk with the Oak and the Beech. He got up and went home. He has feet, he could do it. Once home, he felt that it is not the same valley, not the same river and the Oak and the Beech aren’t the same either. “This is not the place where I was born!” – he shouted and started off to search for that certain valley and that certain river, the Oak and the Beech. He wandered and wandered around the world, without stopping. But how could have he found what he was looking for? He got tired, he grew sad.

- And then you have met.

- Yes - said Mikkamakka - we have.

- Does he feel good among you?

- He can wander as he pleases, he can stand as he pleases. - said Mikkamakka - Maybe sometimes he feels like leaving.

- So how come he doesn't leave?

Mikkamakka smiled.

- Because he knows that we need him. "

happy birthday, nanaimo! :-)

from here. translation by lynx.

- Because he knows that we need him.

today

Why did I post this?

Scary movie

There is this film that I wanted to watch since 2003 (turned out I was right not to rent it out for the lonely Sydney nights when my flatmate was away). A friend had put it so simply later on, when it finally came out in the cinemas in Europe: DON'T WATCH IT. (He had seen it himself and we actually had seen horror-films together so he had a good estimation both on the film and on my limits.)

So I was true to this advice till yesterday night, when the film was on the TV program. I simply couldn't resist. I was telling to myself that it is the American remake that is supposed to be less scary than the Japanese original. And that there will be commercials from time to time. And that I will leave skype on in case I need comforting.

Well, even though I knew the story quite well (I made this friend tell it to me, being absolutely sure that I will never see it) the film was scary. Even though I knew when to look away. So I don't even put a picture in here, I don't want to see her on the blog for weeks. (But to conclude: the film is good. And I managed not to leave a lamp on for sleeping, so I am quite proud of myself. I'm a grown-up. )

And on a lighter note: does any of you like horror-movies at all? I can't remember watching any with either of you...but it might be my memory. Refresh it, please!

"I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks."

I was reluctant to read this book for quite a long time: based on the synopsis, it seemed to talk more about racism and historical events in the Southern States of the US... hmm. I finally ventured into reading it and can now state clearly that it is more about childhood than anything else. And folks.

"...and I tried to frame a discreet question: 'Why do you do like you do?'
' - ...you mean why do I pretend? Well, it's very simple' he said. 'Some folks don't like the way I live. Now I could say I don't care if they don't like it. I do say I don't care if they don't like it, right enough - but I don't say the hell with 'em, see?'
Dill and I said 'No, Sir'.
'I try to give them a reason, you see. It helps folks if they can latch on to a reason.(...) It ain't honest but it's mighty helpful to folks. Secretly, Miss Finch, I'm not much of a drinker, but you see they could never, never understand that I live like I do because that's the way I want to live."

More water

This picture was taken last November, on the day when aliens from Tralfamador (God bless you, Mr. Vonnegut!) attacked Vancouver.
The place is called Spanish Bay, which is 15 minutes drive from our place (a couple more from these pictures and you'll get the exact coordinates of our home).

Special dedication to Tarelle....it is worth to read the older posts again...

Oh ! un hippopotame nain...

Good news for the lovers of hippos. A new birth in Zoo de Vincennes. What a cute little thing! His name is Aldo.

Where are we?

Not very hard question.

The reason of everything bad and the source of all wisdom ...

Un petit air de printemps

When a haze of fog grow up from the the fields in the spring...

I miss France, yes I do. And I miss the French farmers. I miss when they turn over the soil in the fields and the early spring sun grows an evanescent haze from the fresh and fragile clods. I miss it all and wish to send it to you all,

with a specal thought to you, i,

with love.

practical

Hi cosmopolitans!

I have a very practical question: we need a one-night accomodation in London, for the night of July 23, preferably something on the Luton-Stanford axis and preferably something cheap. Bad-and-breakfast, backpackers, whatever. Any suggestions?

Traveling heart

There I was, sitting in the sand, staring at the waves of the Pacific ocean.
And, maybe for the last time in my life, I had nothing and nobody to take care of, to worry about or to adjust to.
There I was, on my own, watching waves, counting heartbeats, and finding peace again by leaving everything behind.