Mad World, bad memory - help me, Gondry!

Where the Hell did I hear that song? Mad world, by... Gary Jules? Never heard of that name. Did I hear it in a movie? Did one of you link to it in a recent post? Am I losing my head? Well the song helps you lose your head alright, with its never-ending melody you can't get rid of for days. Nonetheless. It feels so strange when half a memory comes to you and tickles your brain until you grasp the other half.

They say it appears in Donny Darko's OST. Sure, but the last time I saw that movie, it was in early 2002! So where was it that I heard it recently? --I can feel I'm getting older.

I'm off

Hi Guys,

I'm off to Germany in about an hour (if I don't miss the plane). It is so ironic: I am supposed to give a presentation tomorrow and I have just lost my voice completely this morning...maybe if I re-baptise it "Whispering Winds" they won't notice?

Guess

US statistics show that an average women thinks about her hair for .... minutes per a day. (I will provide the official number later).
This excludes the time when you look into the washroom mirror and say "So this is how I was walking around all day?"
So just the thinking while you work, check emails, have lunch...

Picture is Far Away Thoughts from John William Godward

Get off the web

Internet-free day tomorrow!
Can you live for a day without checking your emails, google something or just browse szanalmas?

I will try and exercise my dependency.

First time

Last weekend, for the first time in my life I could touch a violin. (It's always been my dream but my classmates at music school had never let me because they were afraid I would hurt it.)

What's more, last weekend, for the first time in my life I could hold a violin the way you should hold it and - good Lord! - I actually played couple of notes on it!

I think I can now cross it out of my list "things I should do before I turn thirty" and put the item learning to play the violin on the list of "things I should do before I die". Ouf, there is so much stuff there already, I should better go now.

Beyond the rabbit ... no it's the rabbit.

What does this cute bunny reminds you?
The link behind?

Or the comic* which lynx bought and kept?
Would you decorate your flat with the comic* for easter?

Or this?

Maybe the rabbit running across the fields singing?
...no, its not available: but another one for Joplin fans.
Note the location (for non-locals),
text at 1:05 and try to catch the type of the tree at 2:25.
Is it a shame if I had been on the same festival years later
in the same trousers my father/mother was before?

*the comic is Bunny suicides,
which is under protection of laws, so I can't link anything ... sorry

Brokeback mountain

Hi all!
Have you seen this movie? I couldn't finish it somehow.

However, "brokeback" became an expression for not-so-masculine things as I found in urbandictionary.com. You can find pretty interesting things on this website, though my first impression is that every word you say can stand as a synonime for sex. So if you want to have a "conversation" with a member of an other subculture, check out the other meaning of this word first..

Man needed!

Tarelle, where are you?
I have a nice iPod and a nice Linux.
Apple doesn't believe wine that it was Windows.
Nice sentence :) HILFE.

Happy birthday

This is a birthday present to koxkitty (I know it's a bit too late but better late than never, right?) I hope you all like it.

Understanding life

Observe the incessible flow of miracles : all different and always different and yet always the same. Observe the pains in your body: from the slowly ailing soreness to the throbbing dolour, so many variations! And these exchange, layered like the motives from a piece of music or the leafage and braches of a tree, broidery of flowers. Look in the history, in the present and in your own everydays how the good intentions, passion, lies, violence are washed into one stream: all that you consider one by one bad, ugly or small together become a harmony like the drift of clouds or chain of mountain pikes.

You have to understand life like a musical composition. If you can disregard all the pleasurable and unpleasurable impacts of the things of life mean separately to your personality: you can recognize the common beauty in the play of waves and the pains in your body and the change in events and the flow of your feelings and thoughts and everything. All different and always different and yet always the same. Do not look at the role and effect of things but rather the pattern and pace: only this way can you understand life, nature, others and yourself.

Weöres Sándor: A teljesség felé (Towards fullness) Translation by lynx. Original is here.

No more tears!

For you, lynx (and if you learn how to knit, you can make him a little sweater)

jigsaw and vanity

Have you ever thought about the philosophy behind the jigsaw?

You put the pieces together for days and nights, restlessly, driven by the itching feeling of the unfinished task. You celebrate when you find a piece and you could cry (or hit, depending on the temperament...) when it does not fit.

And when it's ready it's simply not interesting anymore; ready to go to the wastebin.

Like a western type of mandala: educates you about that all your efforts are in vain, and that nothing you make lasts.

Picture is Esher, responsible for "nostalgia" label.

Coffee-day

Today is the International Coffee-day!

I just run to the Corner Caf to get hold of my steaming, half-decaf sinful shot.

Quiz: what is on the picture?

Tremor in the force

Some days – longer periods, even – just pass with the feeling that something is not right. I don’t mean the all-so-fashionable “I’m depressed and/or I have existential problems” attitude. These are completely normal days, without anything particular, no fading of colours, no giant crash of principles, just a tremor in the force, a tiny one. It’s not the omen of great changes (although, very rarely, it might be), maybe it does not even trigger a small shift in anything. It is just there.

It feels like if someone was around (watching me?), like I should ask questions (to myself? to someone else?), if I should really do something (that I have forgot to do?) and it leads to a slight discomfort that lingers on. A strange perfume that impregnates an object and every time you get closer to it you feel this unpleasant smell. The problem is, you can never know what had been impregnated. It just comes from somewhere.

Thanks

for the nails, i ! :-)
Althought he is already on the wall (thanks to tarelle) there are plenty of other stuff to hang!
There is also a moral: don't be afraid to send anything in an envelope!

PS. I've found this image on an artist's page (David Shrigley) while browsing for illustration. Amusing stuff! This is actually a sculpture, like my favourite, entitled "The Contents of The Gap Between the Refridgerator and The Cooker".

skating yesterday

Do you remember our last skating together?

Now, this one was different, e.g. it was in an atmosphere-free community center. (Here in North America they are quite professional in building things without the slightest atmosphere. Even the libraries look like a McDonalds, can you believe that? Why? Maybe some people are allergic of it?...)

Back to the topic: I did not fell, not once! Are you proud of me?

But it is still quite humiliating how the 3 years old chinese boy, with his hands in the pockets skates backwards while I am struggling to stop before I bump ito the window.

i-day

... I will not buy this record, it is scratched ...

Release

Because of this one:

(And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she'll keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms)

This one:

(All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
Do you love me?)

And this one:

(She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee)
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee.)

We can almost be sure the new album won't be a deception.

(We are artists, we are mathematicians

Some of us hold extremely high positions
but we are tired, we are hardly breathing
Go tell the women we are leaving.)

Still a month left to find out how it sounds like...If you click on the picture you'll see what others had to say about it. Looks pretty promising!

Hi!

My name is nanaimo.
I am a blog-addict.

We are trés beautiful

Je suis belle.*

*its a Rodin sculpture with the title: I am beautiful.

Nous sommes belles.**

**we are beautiful.

International

I was browsing for pictures with the keyword "International Women's Day" and I got this:

Weird, ha? Actually it turns out that the black letters say "don't buy a bra on the 8th of March" but if you read further it turns out this is just a campaign for a new line of underwear...pretty disappointing.

Anyway: have a great day, girls! And never forget Girl Power (with or without a bra).

Till friday...

*post will be deleted

Bets are welcome:

yes or no?

Btw: Why is the second screw NOT on the pairs heart?!

Because I can't knit

I ventured into an art-supply shop last week, to look for a frame for my poster (it fell off so many times that actually it hardly worth it anymore...as it is, well, sort of...damaged.) Anyway, I gave it a try. And of course I haven' found the a suitable frame.

But what I have found is a huge collection of modelling clays: all colours, all types! And because I am now a grown-up I could just take ANY one of them and take it home with me! (I still had to pay, though. But I could have chosen even more than just one! Isn't this great?)

So now that I have found this I don't have to worry about eating too much chips in front of the television: I can just make a clumsy Eiffel-tower instead! What a beauty!

And even if this looks like fun I guess I will stay with monuments and still-lives for the moment.

Ageing

I mentioned the book I read about insomnia. The most interesting part of it was that the main characters were all old. These people behaved so differently from those I know. They were driving cars, eating icecream just because they liked it, playing chess in the parks (and saving the world eventually but it's off my point). It made me wonder, how I will behave thirty-forty years from now. Will I travel around the world with a group of old fellows (preferably you :)), or, sitting at home surrounded with cats and dogs and grandchildren? Riding Harley Davidson and going to the Gerbeaud to pick up young boys?
Do you plan anything for your pensioner years? (I think I will have dog only then.)
Which type of old lady or man do you plan to be?

Saturday night we went to the forest in gumboots and picked flowers. After we saw the lunar eclipse.
And we heard an owl and it was dark ...

And here is something you might remember or not.

Insomnia

Not being able to sleep at night always seemed to me like a virus only adults can get. How weird to toss and turn throughout the nicest parts of the night instead of endulging in the sweetest dreams ? How odd is to lie awake when you have the possibility to escape from this world for some hours ?

The amusing little sounds of the night (gently keeping you awake when you have to work late) turn into annoying noises if you try to sleep. All the problems you were thinking about during the day come to sit on your brest, holding back your breath and taking away the last chance to clear trouble off your mind. The world seems like a dark place where nothing good is left, where life is going to waste and where love is fading so fast. Now that I have experienced this, can I claim to be an adult now and get rid of all this for good and all? Please.

Lost in translation

This is for you because it is weekend and just in case you don't know what to do and want to be stuck on the internet and don't know what to stare at.

And because it is damn difficult to formulate things well and understand the answers you get for them - we are all so good at making up theories about what people mean with what they say and how they say it.

Enjoy your weekend! (Meaning: enjoy your weekend!)

Being Château Lafite

Hello girls, hello world.

I just watched a great movie tonight, and it keeps asking me questions. The movie is Being John Malkovich. And the main question: "Am I really a girl?" Devil may care.

Well I know you girls care about it, and rightly so, too, in this cosy circle of trusting-one-another, highly-sophisticated-and-yet-relaxed-in-our-safe-virtual-heaven women. So let us say that I am a girl, and that, comfortable as we may be among ourselves, we can discuss some topics otherwise monopolised by men. I propose one. One of particular relevance to me these days: what really good Hungarian wine is there around?
We drank such a great bottle of Valyan lately with Lynx. A Montenuovo Cuvée, 2003. How impressive! It first makes it so dry for the palate that you can only feel a taste from the second half of your mouth. As if the first half of your tongue had disappeared! And then, with a few minutes passing by and a few glasses passing in, the far tip of your tongue begins to feel this twinkling sensation, and then a stripe in the middle of your tongue gets into the dance and finally the sides of it join in for a fireworks of fruits and spices. At which time you are stone drunk. The stuff is 14 degrees, what?

Any other remarkable Hungarian wine experience of yours?

Staircase to heaven

I took this photo a few days ago, on the almost-last-occasion of coming down these stairs. I just remembered now how many times I slipped (they were quite steep) during these months (years, almost). I keep telling to myself that you cannot go up a new staircase unless you come down from an old one - but this does not mean I am any less mellow when I look at this picture or when I recall the smell of ancient wood and thick walls of stone. No matter how glorious and beautiful those yet-unknown stairs of the future will be - I will not slip on these ones any more.