I have sort of abandoned this blog lately... as with some other endeavors. But not completely. Sometimes the plate gets too full. And it's been quite full. Still is. But I'm glad to share with you this latest endeavor - a freshly baked Christmas song to bless you with this Christmas 2020. Enjoy it with a cup of coffee or tea. Merry Christmas!
A couple of years ago I've stumbled upon the Leadership Conference - LC17 in London. I was so impressed with the magnitude of it - about 5 000 people in attendance. At that time that was the biggest crowd I've seen at such event. Hosted at the Royal Albert Hall it was all set to impress indeed. But even more impressive - and surprising - was the diverse collection of speakers at that conference - world leaders from all walks of life. Not something I expected for sure. I'd set out to share about it in a video, but have never finished it properly. However, I have decided to publish whatever thoughts I've recorded, even if unfinished and even if two conferences away.
I came to a conclusion this Christmas season: there are too many things in this world. In the Western world for sure.
There are Christmas villages, Christmas fairs, Christmas stores, and than every other store has Christmas line of products as early as November, some October. Not as bad as in other places where it starts in September... like Philippines for instance. I'm not aware if things start earlier in any other place, but I wouldn't be surprised.
Merry Christmas
As I browsed various stores, the creativity, the variety, and the number or things on display is endless. And you know what? Looking at all there is, it occurred to me that there are not enough people to buy them all. Even discounted. Shoppers were scarce and some shops were quite empty day after day despite all the cute, beautiful ornaments and gifts offered. If anyone made money it was surely the venues renting out the spaces. Made money...
And it's not just at Christmas. It's a fact of life here: everything in excess. I find it somewhat amusing how people nowadays seem to rely so much of studies and research, as if you need "scientific" proof of everything before stating it. Yet, if you pay a bit of attention you will see with a naked eye what's happening. Here is the latest: it turns out someone did a study and found that 14 shops per day are closing on high streets in the UK. And if you do a search "stores closing down" you will find name after name of retailers big and small downsizing or going under completely.
A Snippet of Gourmet Gifts
As far as I see, there are way too many clothes, shoes and things around here. For all to sell you'd have to have people shopping full time. Is this what we are made for? Shop till we drop? Get more things?
Or is Christmas about that and giving gifts, or getting drunk, getting into fights, or going home crying, as observed on Christmas Eve streets?
Don't get me wrong. I'm not against gifts. It's a beautiful thing - a "better to give than receive" thing. A gift it's given out of free will by definition, but I wonder if it's often felt as an obligation. I think it often puts pressure on people. And how come Santa doesn't bring one gift, but many? Aren't we letting the marketing industry, pushing a consumer culture, lullaby us into taking that as a norm? Like zombies, we go thru the motion to match the images broadcasted on the big screens, without stopping to ask whether that manipulation does us or our children any good.
Christmas is rather about giving the gift of love and good quality time with loved ones, reaching out, talking about the reason for the season and the difference it has made; leaving the worries and the bad behind, being thankful for what we've got, and forgiving, so that healing of mind and soul comes.
The Little Things in the Morning
So I'll say, let them close. Let things come into balance and let joy flow from above in and out of hearts full of gratitude. Than the New Year might be happy indeed!
One unfunny thing about living in London is that there is no snow in winter. No. And when there is any resemblance the whole system is stunned. Immobilized. Disoriented.
After Christmas went by uneventfully and I've heard rumors of friends going skiing, I sort of regretted not being a bit more creative in this regard. "Next winter", I said and put my mind to rest.
This winter was too cold. Not cold enough for snow, but neither very mild. So, I was looking forward to spring. Snowdrops and other blossoms all around in the middle of February, until one morning I pulled the curtains to a whole new scenery.
Winterland everywhere. I double-checked my location: still London. It turns out the "Beast from the East" was here. And it wasn't planning to leave soon. In fact, it was prepping the party grounds for Storm Emma. Can't say everyone was excited. But children were for sure.
And so was I. This was my chance at winter. If I didn't get to go the Winterland, winter came to me. LOL Can't complain.
I took a looong trip to Rochester thru the stormy weather, where my friends discovered a hill full of snow. The sole purpose? To go sledding and see Clopotsica, the gorgeous snowoman my friends built.
Got back home so late - that train was slow! But the adventure was worth every effort. Have a look for yourself!
Today it's March 19. And for the last three days, winter is cycling back. It must have taken the wrong turn. Or it got lost. Or maybe it's time to adjust our calendar and start Spring in April. Or May. Maybe the hemispheres are swapping. Maybe...
So... Did you see my previous post? I was testing my vlogging abilities. It's one thing to speak smth in front of a camera. Is another thing to make it meaningful. AND an entirely different thing to actually post it, so that everybody will see. I admire those who have the gut. For some I wish they didn't. LOL! But let the ranting about hiking continue.... with part 2. Why Moldovans Don't Hike?
And yes, there is part 3... My Favorite Places to Hike
I hope it's somewhat useful and entertaining... Once I learned to laugh at myself, it cracks me up every time I watch it - esp. part 1. Thank you for taking the time. Big hug! Leave a comment. Even if cheesy.
Didn't I say I want to start vlogging? As a goal for this year?
Haha! The truth is I had this idea years ago... but why did I never see it to the end? That's a good question I will explore in a different blog post or Vlog now?
In all, like many others I"m just nervous. What if...? And the list goes on. And I hide. Being cheesy is one way of doing it. But it's not the worst way, right?
So, here is a video I filmed less than 3 year ago.
Looking at it now, I'd say it's not too bad of a start. Why didn't I... Well, it's up now! Yey, what a progress.
Do you think you could give me some of your thoughts?
What do you think of Cheesy Me as a name? Is it too cheesy or do you think I could do better? I also played with the Conceptual Me idea in the past. So, which one???
Today, on New Years Eve, I thought I should write something that would still be this year. It's all relative. It depends on where you are. I hear endless fireworks already outside celebrating its coming. In some places folks have already gone to bed and in my city it hasn't arrived yet. So, I still got time. This past years has been difficult, but also full with so many good things. From the news I know it's been hard for many and brutal in some places. As far as I'm concerned, I'm glad I'm not a celebrity and that I'm still alive. I'm sad for those whose lives have been interrupted by war or loss of close ones. Next year I want to start a vblog. It's been on my mind but I never pursued it fully. Been thinking what will I say and hasn't it already been said enough. Will people like it? Would it make any difference? Maybe it will. Maybe I will. ;) Sometimes I want to be silly, but then I'm thinking isn't there enough silliness in this world. Then, I find out that people like it silly. Why take it seriously. Where is the balance? Why would I be concerned about it anyways? I believe this is a temporary patch over the problems. It's convenient. In the moment, one doesn't want to think about it. Why ruin it. Is the one thinking of it better off? No. Vanity it's all. Solomon concluded and it all makes sense. Sometimes it's good to be oblivious. For some it's the preferred way. Subconsciously... "I'm afraid I will collapse and get lost like last time, so I close my eyes and get comfortable where I am. I don't want to think of peaks and valleys. I pretend they are not there or they are not for me. I blend in. I'm like everyone else. I've got my shortcuts to getting high." They are not the real thing. But the way to the peaks lies thru deep valleys. Do you like it real?
One day I have decided to move to London. Seriously. And the day of the move came. It was in August last year. I started writing this post on August 28... Uh! Life caught me in a tumble.
Many Londoners won't like hearing this, but I actually like the rain. It's cool.
Everyday there are new things happening. And everyday I'm thinking to write them down. And everyday that doesn't happen.
Besides new curious things to see, there are some new words to learn as well. For ex. people use serviette for napkin, underground or tube for metro, lue for bathroom (not sure even how to spell it) and so on.
It Does Say Underground and Toilets after all
The accents are something else. But that would be impossible to express in writing. The only case that I remember, just because I could not get it even for the 5th time, is the word "cutlery" that sounded 100% "calorie".
That's because this place is a big jungle where monkeys from all over the world gather and each thinks they know how to speak the language. At first I was worried about my accent and wanted it to sound British. I would be very surprised when people said it's beautiful and even found it sexy. I'm OK with it just being beautiful. Now, I think I will keep it. It's part of the journey of self-acceptance after all.
Part of the London Jungle
Attempts at Keeping it Green
Fascinated
One of the Bridges
People here were very helpful from the first time I stepped on this land. Some offered to help me with the luggage on the steps out of the underground. And no, they did run away with it. Others helped me figure out the payment system for the transportation.
The Real Jungle
People here complain. After all this is not paradise and all the PR and marketing in the world can't hide the real. I heard they complain like nowhere else. I even heard someone feeling bad about complaining prior to coming here. But then, after coming here, he discovered it is actually trendy.
It Looks like People Here Are Not Too Fond of This Place and Their Politicians
Speaking of transportation, very soon I learned it's a money drainer. But not without limits. It's a pretty good service after all. Considering it moves around over 8.5 million people everyday and more.
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Murdarici [Moordarich] was my housemate for the last three months or so. He has many good qualities. One thing I
especially like is how smart he is. Once I asked him to bring me my soap. He
stopped from cleaning himself, looked at me attentively and perked up his ears
as I repeated the request. When he realized I was being silly, he dismissed me, continuing with his cleaning.
"Don't Mind Her. She Likes Me."
He is not one of those needy, clingy cats that nags and rubs
on you. He is super independent and that I absolutely love about him. Once in a
while he comes and lies on my feet. Of course, than I want to pet him and play
with him. But he doesn’t mind if I pet him and play with him any time either. Actually,
he is getting addicted to it. I’ve got to keep him away, lest he becomes clingy
like the rest of the cats.
"I Love It When You Do That"
It took us a while to become friends. He was keeping his
distance before he realized he’s got nothing to fear. Now when I come from
somewhere he runs to me as if I’m his long missing friend.
I forgave him some of his mishandling of my property. One
morning I found the oven open. It had three pieces of chicken left there from
evening. One was missing. After my investigation into the matter, I have
learned that Murdarici is quite capable of opening the oven door and doesn’t
have an issue with getting anything that doesn’t belong to him. I love animals.
There is a saying: since I’ve got to know people, I love my dog even more. Joke.
I love people too. But I do have a problem when pets get into my
stuff, messing it up or eating it. Or I should say, they a have a problem. :)
"My Nose Hurts"
Another thing I love about Murdarici is that he is Mom’s
pest control. One day I even helped him catch a mouse in the barn. The mouse
was in a sack. Murdarici managed to immobilize it, but couldn’t get it out. He also catches birds, when they go to sleep at night in the walnut tree. Ferocious.
Mom & Murdarici Talk a Lot (guess who does most of the talking)
One June morning on the path in the garden, I ran into this dead
rat. It was pretty dead. I mean it’s been there a few hours perhaps, because it
was stiff. Ha! I had my suspicions that it might be Murdarici’s doing, but
didn’t give it much attention. The only thought of concern that crossed my mind
was that he dragged some poisoned rat from somewhere. But I think he's smarter than that.
Dead Rat
Later during breakfast Murdarici came looking at me with big
eyes. I asked him: what’s the matter? Then, I noticed he’s got a bigger nose
and some blood stain on it. He must have been in a ferocious fight and that rat
bit his nose. That’s why he didn’t care to eat it at that point. I empathized with
him as he laid down. Since I was eating, I had to pet him with my feet. He
doesn’t mind.
"Are You Taking a Picture of Me? Stop It."
And of course he is beautiful. Don't you agree? One day, while perhaps chasing after a mouse, he fell
into the outhouse… Yep! Guess who had to clean him? Mom only yelled at him, and chased
him away. So, he was sitting miserable in the grass at the corner of the house,
meowing pathetically. And I had only one rubber glove.
"...My ways are higher than your ways..." - Is. 55:9
Some weeks ago I've cruised on ways unfathomed and learned of things foreign to me. Somehow I ended up at the MakerSpace in Dallas at a meetup on Ventrifuge. I've been thrown into a pool of brilliant, creative techies and my mind feasted on all the curious inventions and ideas people work on. People where talking about hackaton, natural voice recognition, growth
hacking, mc10, bionic skin, muse app, founder2be, founder dating, cofounderslab, kickstarter, indiegogo and on. Back at home, drifting from one concept to another on the wiki pages, one incident caught my attention and has been on my mind for a couple of days (and now weeks). I've learned about the death of Aaron Swartz. It was only mentioned briefly in relation to an event or a product he helped develop. So, I was curious to learn about what I imagined would be an older guy from the tech world. I never heard of one. We usually get stories on entertainment industry celebrities who are old and pass away. Never an IT celebrity. Sadly, Aaron was only 26 and he died by taking away his life. Two years from today. This is something that grabbed my heart. Something is utterly wrong here. I ask Why? I immersed my self in learning about his life, the story around his death, public's reaction to it, and the depression Aaron Shwartz was undergoing. His action described by Boston Globe underline his genius. He downloaded millions of articles, engaging in "a cat-and-mouse game that would extend over
three months. JSTOR would cut off the Internet protocol address Swartz
was using; he would switch to another. MIT detected and shut down the
registration for his computer; he altered his computer’s identifying
information. Officials would conclude the ghost downloader had moved on, then he’d reappear weeks later".
Aaron seemed to have been a wonder of a kid, too smart to just accept thing as they are. Thinking outside the box was part of his DNA. He challenged the system, educational or political, and perhaps was an inconvenience to some.
Thinking outside the box was also the nurturing environment at Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), where Aaron spent his time. MIT is described as standing for values such as: "compassion and
creativity, challenging authority, and pure scientific inquiry". And MIT
began to embrace, and celebrate, its hacker ethos, which extrapolates to “resenting any person, physical barrier, or law that tries to keep them from doing this”.
Sadly, MIT did not come forth to speak up for Aaron, when its support was most needed. Nor after his attorneys and his father pleaded with them. Now his father "can’t walk through campus without feeling that MIT betrayed his son".
Furthermore, it seems that MIT, although claiming to take a neutral position, has supported the prosecution by handing over many records and helping the secret service hack into Aaron's computer. This action become more severe in the light of the fact that "MIT has consistently sold itself as a leader on open access to scholarship". As a result, fear swept over the students and faculty. Students were afraid to post on official MIT forums openly. Willow Brugh, a Media Lab research affiliate said, “Why would anyone
possibly speak up against an issue like this?...
In order to have academic integrity, you need to have to a safe space
for people to dissent”.
Aaron's father says:
"Aaron had all these resources. He was bright, he had a very competent
legal counsel, he had money, he had a family that supported him, and he
was destroyed by the legal system. I was better connected to people at MIT than almost
anyone else, right? What happens in these instances where people don’t
have these connections and this sort of level of determination? They get
completely crushed."
The prosecution was as shocked by Aaron's desperate gesture. As an explanation, a representative was quoted as saying that the "rule of law must be applied regardless of someone’s talents, stature, or political beliefs". This is ideal, but is it really applied so? Sadly, it is often overlooked when it comes to money and mutual gain. But not in cases like Aaron's.
My intent in starting to write this was to address the depression issue. So, I will make at least some points at the end. I asked myself: where were his friends and support? A reality is that Aaron has lived more "online than he did with his friends". His father was there fighting for him, so I assume his family. I admire this man and the house of ideas, in which he has raised his sons.
Given such pressures and persecution, even a healthy person would develop depression. It would be hard for anyone to withstand such life threat. Aaron already suffered from depression. Did anybody know about it? Is a prosecutor supposed to take it into account?
The prosecution lacked a good psychologist on board. Someone not specialized just in personality disorders or personality pathology, but also in the variety of healthy personalities. Is there actually a Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) somewhere? Was there anyone to provide a psychological profile? How about something like this:
Aaron Sw., a creative, brilliant genius. Non-conformist thinker. Free spirited and somewhat rebellious. Such people are passionate about what is right - justice, equality, freedom. They will point out the wrongs and fight only for what they believe in. They want their point to be understood, because usually it is backed up with facts and research. Yet, they are very sensitive and fragile and feel things deeply - prone to depression. They pay attention to detail and seek perfection in everything they do. The kind of people you would want to build the planes you fly. :)
Apparently, calling what he did a "felony" and threatening him to 35 years in prison, was way too disproportionate to what he did. It did not make sense. This was not the right way for the prosecution to proceed. They lacked wisdom and discernment.
Overlooked in the whole process was his sensitivity and
fragility. He was pushed and not heard. You can pressure a hardcore criminal this way, but certainly you don't use the same methods with everyone. Or do you? This obviously was not a case, where you have to crack someone up to admit something, because they are hiding it or refusing it, even if they know they did it.
The way he was dealt with was not right, it was not fair. And he understood it this way. He made a statement by his very resistance to being called a felon. Of all places and all things, the law is where fairness and justice must shine. It was not just. And isn't justice what the legal system is to uphold? Since such personalities are sensitive to things being just perfectly right, despair builds in, loneliness builds it, isolation builds in, because nobody hears or understands. What did the legal system prove in the end?
Another thing overlooked was his intelligence and insight. As a thinker, he could see into things and understand an issue further and quicker than an average person. Apparently, he was a great asset to society, who's talent could have been employed. Yet he succumbed to the futility of things, amplified by a cruel & cold system approach and his depressive states.
A person of such creativity and intelligence is also a free spirit. He doesn't act in order to harm, but rather there is a logic for a higher good. And Aaron seems to be such case. Must such personality characteristics be overlooked? In favor of coldly following a law? At one point one should get the point. And at one point, one should acknowledge his merit. At one point, one should back up and try to be reasonable.
I think he gave up to early. I think he should have kept fighting. The truth eventually surfaces. And there is always a way out, other than in death. THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY OUT. Yet, this is the thing that depression robs you off: one stops believing that there is any hope for your future.
Wherever you are, whatever you do, know there is a way out and if you suffer from depression:
Sleep well, go for walks and connect with REAL people. Talk to a friend (or someone) about it. Don't be embarrassed. You are not alone.
p.s. This case and others have been wake-up calls for the IT entrepreneurial world, as more have shared their experiences with depression.
You’ve heard of Max Lucado? Considered one of the best writers of our times, he's got this amazing writing style where his prose flows like poetry. Beautiful.
Yet here is one striking fact
about Max Lucado: as great as he is, nobody wanted to publish his first book.
Do you think he gave up? Obviously, no. But he had to send his manuscript to
fifteen publishers before one finally said yes.
John Maxwell, the famous leadership expert, asked him if he felt
discouraged and ever considered giving up. Here is what Max Lucado replied: "No. Every time I got the manuscript back, I thought: Well, I’ll just
try another publisher”.
Good thing somebody said yes before
he ran out of publishers. J
Thumbs up for Lucado. This is what Maxwell calls: the
ability fail. I wish I could say I’m good at it, but I’m not. Why? Maybe because nobody
likes to fail, me including, and even less people want to admit it. We are
geared towards success and we want to tell everyone about our successes. We
want people to know us for our successes, don’t we?
Look on Facebook, Instagram or other social media venues. Everyone posts exciting vacation trips, happy
family pictures, romantic moments, best shots. Nobody knows that on that trip
they had the worst fight and most of the time they were bored; that that family
is on the brink of divorce; that although smiling that apparently successful
man is in deep depression, about to lose his job, or considering suicide. Many
cringe inside, comparing their deepest feeling of misery to others’ most exciting
moments, while still hitting like.
Comparison. The biggest enemy of
self-image. The birthplace of a failure mentality, for that matter. But is
failure such a bad thing after all?
I’m learning that failure is not
failure unless you fail to get up and try again. This is how unsuccessful people
think. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don’t quit. After all, if life is a journey it is ok to hit potholes and bumps, to run out of gas, to
get lost, but quitting gets one nowhere.
I’m learning that every successful
person has failed many times and that there is value in failure. The founder of
Honda Motors said: “Many people dream of success. To me success can be achieved
only through repeated failure and introspection. In fact, success only
represents 1 percent of your work that results from 90 percent of that which is
called failure.”
I’m also learning that there is a
difference in failing and seeing yourself as a failure. “I have failed” is
different than “I’m a failure.” Somebody said that making mistakes is like
breathing. But if you regard yourself as a failure you will never be successful,
or hope for an improvement, because you’ve made failure your identity.
I’m learning that although many
people will measure my success according to how often I have failed, or didn’t
succeed, it’s been estimated that most successes failed an average of seven
times before they succeed. So, it’s ok. Even if I’m only one step better than
last time, I’m making progress.
So, depending on your attitude
toward it, failure can make you sink to the bottom or help you along the
journey. And a lesson to learn is how to fail forward.
To do that, I thought to adopt a different attitude when encountering failure, inspired from smarter people, like J. Maxwell:
Not
to take it personally – I've messed up. No doubt. I’ll do better next time.
Let
it be a learning experience & use it to grow – unwillingness to be stopped
by failure & willingness to learn from failure.
Not
to give up, regardless of what other say – failure comes easily to everyone,
but the price of success is perseverance.
Let
failure redirect my life – it’s just an adjustment, it’s not that I’m bad or
wrong. But if the passion is still burning in my heart, the right thing to do is
to keep going.
Keep
a sense of humor – it’s easy to laugh when everything is going great, but it’s
important to laugh when everything is going wrong. I love this quote.
There are always possibilities out
there. If not, we have the capacity to create them. Look around, everything was
created by humans, just like us. Surely, there is a door somewhere. Seek and
you’ll find. Knock and it will be open onto you. Even, if sometimes we have to
take detours. And when you really want it, someone said that the whole universe
will join in to help. I call it the hand of God.
That’s right who wouldn’t… Yesterday I went shopping.
Initially, I was going to spend 30 min. on it, but what an impractical idea… Why
did I think I that I could never spend 4 hours in one store only?
I used to think the saying “shop till you drop” was made up
because it rimes beautifully, but now I know it actually is true. When my friend
Ann arrived 5 hours later I was asking her, if she has something to eat.
After another two hours inthe next store I chose two items and was ready to go. Yes, only
two. After all that time? Exactly. Whoever thinks shopping is just for fun or a
waste of time… not true. I realized this is a way to build up your biceps,
gluteus maximus, quadriceps, back, abdominals, cardio, and many more. Not to forget
the brain employment that goes into sorting, comparing, analyzing and deciding.
The real fun awaited me in the end. The original total price was
$84. But with all the discounts and the coupons the store offered, I
ended up paying $1.52. I walked out of that store with the sensation that I got
hit with a canister. Really? $1.52? Hah! What a steal!
I love this country. Who wouldn’t?
And listen to this. If for any reason I’m not happy with my
purchase I can return it within a couple or three months and get all my money
back. This is called the return policy. For that money, why wouldn’t one be
happy with any purchase?
I’ve had it on my heart all year long – to conduct a camp
for kids in my village. So last week that happened. Why? I’ve been asked that question by folks that come
from same places and it took me by surprise. Don't you see what I see? In the villages there is still no running water, kids walk around barefoot, there are no kids activities - not much to do for them, except
play in the dirt or around the house. They also take care of the chicks and ducklings,
some work in the fields, hoeing.
Many parents are gone abroad, the kids staying with grandmas
and aunts. Many families are drinking heavily. There is a breeze of despair in
the air. People are harsh, but they accept life as it is. Few try to change
things and that mostly includes a new fence or a home repair. Kids just grow along.
Scouting around the village in search for kids
So, we sang, we danced, we screamed, we played,
we talked, we created, we laughed and did many other fun things.We also explored some things. We explored emotions. Only a handful knew
what those are. We talked about how the negative ones get in the way of our
life, how fear of people poisons us.
This past May I visited the north part of Italy. Although it rained most of the time - not the usual weather - some days were sunny and favorable for exploring...
You know how sometimes in order to understand something you’ve
got to be there and experience it? So is Milano. Why are people, celebrities or
Russians so drawn to it? I’m not sure, but this is what I think it is:
It’s the magnificence of creation. It’s art within art.An electrifying clash of antique and modern.
It’s spacious, grand, luxurious, beautiful… The exuberant
architecture encapsulates the diversity of clothing styles, both a hallmark of
God’s gift of creativity and aesthetic to humans. No human could fail to
appreciate it, because in every human soul there is a longing for beauty, a
longing for greatness and a longing for fascination.
Although just an echo of eternity, it gives a glimpse of the
pleasure that awaits each child of God.
Of course, there are those who can care less about this side
of things. Those would use a piece of clothing bought in Italy to pump their
ego, reassure themselves of their importance and try to impress.
Wow!!! What a great blogger I am. I'm consistently posting at a frequency of one post per year. So impressive. I'm even considering starting a second blog... Uh!
It seems that life happens at such speed and I don't have the time to sit and record it. I'm afraid to miss smth. So many stories I could have written just as great as the others about how "wonderful" life can be.
Sometimes I wonder if anybody really would like my stories, since they all have this sharp cutting edge. Perhaps you are looking for something more inspiring?.. Well, I guess whatever impresses me, I write. And some things I find shockingly impressive. Like for instance, the public minibus driver who calls a 9 year old a "debil", which really means "idiot", "retarded". Should I tell you why? Or does it really matter? Poor kid was struggling to close the door, so when it finally closed, it slammed. What is even more impressive is that none of the adults said anything to that, nobody raised to defend the child... Funny society.
Hot chocolate in the middle of the night (almost like coffee)
Or a friend tells me her supervisor is "chewing" her out. When she complained to higher authorities the response she got was: try to be manipulative, be "nicer" to her (which really meant: 'kiss her butt'). I don't know why I find this hysterically sad. Perhaps I'm pretty naive. When will I grow up finally?!
That's not easy. For some daring to fail it's unthinkable. Would you like your child like this? Get some insights
into the psychological build-up of dare-to-fail failures. This will help you
build up the perfect candidate out of anyone, even adults. If you dare to fail,
of course! So, here are 10 rules to follow everyday:
Rarely greet your child. When he says Hi, don't
respond.
When he/she walks in the room, don't look at him (never
smile!).
When he/she ask a question, pretend you are busy and
don't respond.
If he/she nags you, insisting, answer irritated: What
do you want?
Never praise him/her for anything good they did.
In everything they do: always look for some
imperfection to criticize.
If you don't find any flaw, simply keep a sober face
and don't say a word.
I'm sitting here trying to write my paper...I picked the Development of Old Age and Related Issues. I'm just curious about this topic. Besides, I don't think anybody else picked it. But, my mind is drifting away...
The statements of the psychology teacher that women have evolved from chicken are echoing in my ears... Yes, she was dead serious about it. She says she saw the comparison between brains and that they look similar. Also, she asks: "Did you notices how chicken are looking at the sun? Tilting their head on one side? Women do the same."
My great great great great great great.... grandma.
I guess there are exception, as with anything... But isn't it just so confidence-boosting? It so builds up self-esteem and helps a great deal, if one is uncertain of his/her identity. It's great to finally know you are kin-souls with a chicken; to feel the connection, when you're about to have it for dinner...
It's bloody cold. It's been like that for over 2 weeks. Lately it also started raining. I don't mind any of these. Not at all. Not if...
…if I just could return to a warm home… It's that simple. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude, to be brave. I tell myself: this is not a problem, it's ok. Except, I hate the cold. I hate the way it makes me feel, the way it impairs my capacity to... anything. But... I've got to be brave. I can handle it.
I like the good intentions of our mayor to turn on the heat in the city. The only small, insignificant thing is that they don't warm me up. But I've got to be patient. It just isn't my house's turn yet. Why can’t we just turn it on when WE need it? Wasn’t c o m m u n i s m just a wonderful idea?
Whew! What a life! Can it really be more thrilling? Listen to this...
I'm sitting here in my little room in my big, empty house after a day of work. And what work? I'm almost afraid to say, 'cause you might get jealous. But I'll risk. Carrying clay and horse manure for my aunt who is helping me repair the stove... winter is coming. Yeah, that's what we use here for such works. I've got to mention gluing wallpaper to the walls... have I ever dreamed of anything like this? But it's worth the reason. 'Cause see...
... another exciting thing is the small group with the teen girls from the village. We talk about life and adventure and traveling and my best friend J. Oh, we also play fun games and drink hot tea. So, I'm getting the room ready. :)
However exhilarating that may sound, I must tell you, it is not the last highlight of the day yet, 'cause then I retreat to my little room to watch one of my favorite movies, the kind with spiders and magic. Yeyyyy! Spooky stuff. And... I hear some increasing noise under my sofa, around my desk, scratching and trotting... Like something is coming... Hoah! That would have scared you, but not me. I'm used to that by now - my all time companions, the mice! Now, I have to admit they are going a little over board this time...
post-scriptum
little room in my big, empty house after a day of work. And what work? I'm almost afraid to say, 'cause you might get jealous. But I'll risk. Carrying clay and horse manure for my aunt who is helping me repair the stove... winter is coming. Yeah, that's what we use here for such works. I've got to mention gluing wallpaper to the walls... have I ever dreamed of anything like this? But it's worth the reason. 'Cause see...
