There is so much I’d like to tell…but often it happens that once a long entry is written, I would re-read it and if I’d get bored by the end of reading, would cut off pieces and leave them unsaid…[~sighs] there is so much to say and often I never get to say all of it…
Anyway, few things to say for today. And they are gonna be in unrelated random order...so don't look for any story line here…
Fobbanisation continues. I think, I will need to open a publishing house and start to print news magazine…something like Weekly Fobs or else…so many news related one way or another to these little evil gadgets. This time our administration got carried away and fobbanised all internal doors. Yep…now, I’m all for security, even if such thing ever existed in our previous place, and maybe it is sensible to secure old pieces of junk, that we occasionally attempt to revive for our users…but this is getting not even ridiculous, but plainly dumb. We now need fobs to get to toilets, to the kitchen and even to the drinks dispenser…my colleague got to pass two fobs just to come and join us for a cup of coffee…so this is no joy at all and we will need to explore the possibility of getting the coffee wheeler, like those on planes, you know...or enlist into circus courses to learn how to juggle few cups full of coffee while using acrobatic tricks involving getting fob in the place where the fob reader can read it...
Yesterday was an evening of joy. Husband Man returned from Russia and brought few DVDs with movies of my childhood times…it was so nice, brought few sweet memories…I’m getting too sentimental, that could be a sign of getting too old…but yesterday it brought tears in my eyes to watch one of the favourites – an old musical comedy, based on the play by Lopes De Vega “A Dog in the Manger"…when I was 12 or 13, I used to know all of it by heart, that much I loved it! (or that much I was in love with the lead actor in it! :-) ) it was surprisingly nice to discover that I still remember most of the lines, it’s like lighting up the old flame again…sweet and touchy…indeed, classics never die…
He also brought another gift – a real…African Mask. Of course genuine African masks don’t normally clutter streets of Russian cities, he’s been given this as a present. (to be honest, I think, somebody has been too keen to get it out of their own house.) The Mask is not just scary. He is terrifying. Just projects eeriness…it is a real mask and god knows, what he’s been used for in some shamanic rituals or somewhere else. It is a black faced mask with the black-ish “hairs” all around it. I feel fear in his presence. We hang it in our living room and somehow I can feel something present in there now…like you never alone, you know…scary…brrrr…I suppose, I can get used to him eventually…I’ve tried to be friendly and welcome him, talked to him a little…yet still…when I’m in the room, I feel those hollow eyes keeping “an eye” on me…
I won’t mention some other gifts (they would fit in another Xrating category :-p); pictures of old friends...stories of familiar places, of snow…this is the what I miss here…a real, proper snow…[~sighs] it’s being about 4 years now since I’ve stopped feeling homesick...still when a gentle breeze of memories touches from another side, there is that almost regret that I haven’t make this journey myself…
Today we watched a fox running across our car park...that's almost in the middle of a city! what those wild animal think for themselves running like that in the bright day light!? the fox was a big fat one, you can tell she was not starving...
I've found another Obsessive Song of Meat Loaf...it is a powerful piece of music and meaningful words - Original Sin...
...You can dance forever, you got a fire in your feet
But will it ever be enough? You know that it'll never be enough
You can fly in never land and never need to sleep
But will it ever be enough? You know that it'll never be enough ...
I think, it's enough of natter for today or I might never stop...
Anyway, few things to say for today. And they are gonna be in unrelated random order...so don't look for any story line here…
Fobbanisation continues. I think, I will need to open a publishing house and start to print news magazine…something like Weekly Fobs or else…so many news related one way or another to these little evil gadgets. This time our administration got carried away and fobbanised all internal doors. Yep…now, I’m all for security, even if such thing ever existed in our previous place, and maybe it is sensible to secure old pieces of junk, that we occasionally attempt to revive for our users…but this is getting not even ridiculous, but plainly dumb. We now need fobs to get to toilets, to the kitchen and even to the drinks dispenser…my colleague got to pass two fobs just to come and join us for a cup of coffee…so this is no joy at all and we will need to explore the possibility of getting the coffee wheeler, like those on planes, you know...or enlist into circus courses to learn how to juggle few cups full of coffee while using acrobatic tricks involving getting fob in the place where the fob reader can read it...
Yesterday was an evening of joy. Husband Man returned from Russia and brought few DVDs with movies of my childhood times…it was so nice, brought few sweet memories…I’m getting too sentimental, that could be a sign of getting too old…but yesterday it brought tears in my eyes to watch one of the favourites – an old musical comedy, based on the play by Lopes De Vega “A Dog in the Manger"…when I was 12 or 13, I used to know all of it by heart, that much I loved it! (or that much I was in love with the lead actor in it! :-) ) it was surprisingly nice to discover that I still remember most of the lines, it’s like lighting up the old flame again…sweet and touchy…indeed, classics never die…
He also brought another gift – a real…African Mask. Of course genuine African masks don’t normally clutter streets of Russian cities, he’s been given this as a present. (to be honest, I think, somebody has been too keen to get it out of their own house.) The Mask is not just scary. He is terrifying. Just projects eeriness…it is a real mask and god knows, what he’s been used for in some shamanic rituals or somewhere else. It is a black faced mask with the black-ish “hairs” all around it. I feel fear in his presence. We hang it in our living room and somehow I can feel something present in there now…like you never alone, you know…scary…brrrr…I suppose, I can get used to him eventually…I’ve tried to be friendly and welcome him, talked to him a little…yet still…when I’m in the room, I feel those hollow eyes keeping “an eye” on me…
I won’t mention some other gifts (they would fit in another Xrating category :-p); pictures of old friends...stories of familiar places, of snow…this is the what I miss here…a real, proper snow…[~sighs] it’s being about 4 years now since I’ve stopped feeling homesick...still when a gentle breeze of memories touches from another side, there is that almost regret that I haven’t make this journey myself…
Today we watched a fox running across our car park...that's almost in the middle of a city! what those wild animal think for themselves running like that in the bright day light!? the fox was a big fat one, you can tell she was not starving...
I've found another Obsessive Song of Meat Loaf...it is a powerful piece of music and meaningful words - Original Sin...
...You can dance forever, you got a fire in your feet
But will it ever be enough? You know that it'll never be enough
You can fly in never land and never need to sleep
But will it ever be enough? You know that it'll never be enough ...
I think, it's enough of natter for today or I might never stop...