Some things that are making their own way to you don't want to get found, in fact - they don't even want to get in your reach. They just want to see your approach to them.
  "One of my favorite stories was over the spring time we met [Knicks rookie] Danilo Gallinari, who speaks Italian and he was speaking Italian at the dinner table. Derrick was just kind of watching and he was like, 'Man, that was pretty cool, he can speak another language.' So he asked if we could help him learn how to speak Spanish, like get him a self-taught book for dummies or one of those things that you buy in the bookstore because he wanted to learn, he wanted to be in on conversations. That's him. He always wants to figure things out."   No wonder they have in a use a term "bilingual person" - the one who can communicate in 2 languages.
  Ever tried to take a blur picture of a book page and then read it on PC afterwards? Well, I did. And it didn't even take a half page of reading for the brain to start twisting and the mild headache to come across. Like a PC with a wrong video card driver that still shows up the right picture, but takes much more resources from the hard drive such that the ventilator spins like hell. OK a sloppy one, but curious cos it's the case with my PC - it's like an airplane at times :). Anyway the story is about crowding your brain with data which takes too much resources to process. And actually the funniest thing was then when I was reading not thinking about what I see, I read as fast as I would do it while reading a clearly readable text - so to make that little magic happen the processor apparently starts to consume too much of the brain resources :).   Actually there was a scientist who experimented with the glasses. Namely, he made glasses out of such lances, so that they display the world upside down and after 2 weeks his brain adjusted and he saw the picture the right direction. Yeah, though after taking off the glasses, it took about the same time for his brain to turn all the stuff upside down again.   A similar thing happened just today, the professor in the lecture was talking about an array p making several examples with it while consistently at all times writing on a blackboard b. So I started write down p while he was talking and after several instances I realized that he writes down all the time b, not the p that he is spelling while misspelling the b. So at times I when I listened and wrote - I wrote down p and when i copied from the blackboard I wrote half the times b, half p. And some light brain-distress appeared again as it was percepting one thing, but had to do an unconventional another one - wasting too much resources on a previously well-shaped routine.   In fact the headache is just a signal that something is wrong, while we may not feel it or we're not sure about it - it's like a little indicator lamp in the car, which shows that the engine is too hot or the oil level is crucial, while the car is still rolling. Of course getting rid of the signal is the easiest way to relieve ourselves from being bothered, but then we loose the join that leads us to the source of the problem, before it makes the whole system to blow up.
As Andrejs called this picture one of the best panoramic pics of Riga, he has ever seen, I felt like having very little options not to repost it eventually here :). In particular because of the unusual perspective. And it's been too much of blahs already. Once again it's taken from the gripping daily pic blog of Riga.
Vienna is better when wet. Seems like the rain completes it. The rain gives it splashes, sounds, new reflections and for the inhabitants - a chance to fulfill the purpose with which they've brought the umbrella with them. Even the steep roof at the opposite side of the street twinkles in a bliss of its regained glow. And I can't await to take my umbrella and go for a 30 min walk to my university to the exam of Nonmonotonic reasoning!
Funny, that I'm always happy to greet the most annoying person around. The delight is usually halted by around the third sentence uttered by him. And I'm looking forward to be delighted to meet him again. Strange.
Everybody likes to be liked. Some of us like to pursue the appeal towards them. They've well shaped-up routines to ensure their success on their way to the goal. They're doing pretty well unless the object realizes that it's all about his appeal not him and doesn't want to appear on the scoreboard.
Starting to speak to a person in a preferable foreign language of yours, while knowing well that you speak his mother tongue better than he does your chosen language, is a recipe for disaster. Eventually you find yourself unrestfully considering when to make that awkward switch.
Just found this hilarious picture in Ļena's picasa albums. I hope she doesn't mind me posting it here and even if she does then she will have to catch me first :P!
  I used to ponder upon the decisions i've made in my life that have brought me to that particular point of presence - being wrong or right to turn left or right. Of course it doesn't matter much, actually it doesn't matter at all, if you don't learn from it. But that's yet another banality, as well as statement that people often make that they don't regret anything that has happened in their lives and the decisions they've made, because they look from the point-of-now and if it's all good, then it means that being wrong at some points of their lives has eventually lead them to the right path.   After the decision has been made and we've already faced the consequences, we tend to judge whether it was right or wrong - more often I find myself thinking that I've made the wrong decision, because of unfulfilled expectations or smthn. But then you find yourself thinking - maybe the other alternatives were even worse? Maybe all of them were good but it was all the matter of performance. Yes, then you come about issue of performing under conditions and situation you're at - perform your best in situation of now. You can screw up all the great chances that come across and might as well make a wrong situation better.   Then again, I look at the persons around that have done the right thing even if there was really little information given, just relying on their senses, intuition and ultimately - the golden state of mind. Right! Keep your poise, take a breath, push the button and don't let the leash go to loose. Determination of course is another story :).
So much for psychedelics. First I saw the clip I was smiling and laughing all the way both because of the lyrics and the expressions. This is good, but the other track even better - I like you so much better when you naked. You couldn't even call those lyrics explicit - they're just too straight and unambiguous :). In either case surprisingly amusing stuff from Norway. Undoubtedly those emerging indie girls come running at me starting from "Ting Tings", "M.I.A", "The Gossip", "Metric" and then "The bird and the Bee", "Florence and the Machine" and etc. Makes me wonder how much there is out of my scope - really frustrating the thought :).
The location changes, but the trends stay the same. There must be some international directive with a purpose to keep the men away from women shops - the ones of hygiene and the domestic chemistry stuff. The aisles are so narrow, and the turns may appear to be too costly as you really have to watch out not to catch anything while cutting the corner. But there are some better surprises like suddenly a box of some hairspray or lipsticks in the middle of the aisle, which you can't surpass without leaning. But ultimately the coolest stuff of it are advertisement posters hanging down from the ceiling at the height at around 1.90 all over the shop - Herzlich Willkommen! Verdammt!
Last week, I finally had a chance to tryout my skates on the Vienna ice. After the Christmas market has been removed after the new year, now there has been settled a gigantic skating place - even bigger than Lido in Riga. Fun thing about it is that there are many lanes that are connecting the main pools, so that you don't have to just go in rounds and circles but you can go on the track around the park like in a race lane or smthn. And the site is spectacular as well - on the Ratsplatz. Those pics are taken from an Austrian site that post picture from public places and events.
My course mates Natalia (in front), Oana(behind) and Nhung made me a good company.
As I was about to restart my studies, got totally derailed by a song, heard on the radio. At first I thought - what a genuine and beautiful song; afterwards - heck, it's in Lithuanian! It was some listeners choice broadcast where they play everything-whatever the listeners have advised/sent. They didn't name the artist, but luckily the multiple repetition of the song name in it made it possible to look it up and google it out :).
The lyrics are poetic, but the same time abstract and fundamental enough that it takes little effort to see the resemblances with the Latvian, so I couldn't resist translating it in a quite literal manner. Kinda - read between the lines :)!
Tarp traukinių bėgių aguona žydėsiu,   Starp traucošamies vilcieniem magone ziedēšu, Akliems mašinistams skirsiu dainas   Aklajiem mašīnistiem atšķiršu dziesmas Giedosiu, giedosiu, giedosiu, giedosiu,   Dziedāšu, dziedāšu, dziedāšu, dziedāšu, Nors jie niekada nesupras.   Kaut arī tiem nekad nesaprast.
Tarp traukinių bėgių aguona žydėsiu,   Starp traucošamies vilcieniem magone ziedēšu, Ramybėje saugosiu kates numuštas.   Rāmībā saudzēšu kaķus nomušītus. Linguosiu, linguosiu, linguosiu, linguosiu,   Līgošos, līgošos, līgošos, līgošos, Kol rudeniai plyšaus ir verks į balas.   Kamēr rudens plīsīs un raudās pārtopot purvājā.
Kai ateis mano mirtelė,   Kā atnāks mana nāvīte Ramuma ramuma ramu   Rāmībā, rāmībā, rāmībā ramuma ramuma ramu ramuma ramuma-a...
  Just took a nap, and as it frequently happens in those 5 minute naps, you experience some dense dream - not the one with a story line, but with some sort of intense action. The one that is close to throwing you out of the bed once you awake. Like just now - dreaming of running and eating some meaty stuff from folly in a wind and apparently being quite drunk, as I started to spin in an accelerating pace and the tearing off particles of folly were falling off and flying around. My reality check woke me up before eventually I was about to hit the ground. Before that I managed to get concerned about the garbaging the environment with the uncontrollable folly scatters. Yeah think green :)!   Ok actually the story isn't about that. I was just pondering where is that fine line between the observations of your ˈconsciousness and subˈconsciousness and ultimately - whether our brain realizes when does that switch happens - does the picture always match the sound? Can we for sure say that at no point our subˈconsciousness doesn't take a driver seat when we are awake? It's no wonder that many people claim seeing or hearing things when being tired, exhausted, or in some unrest mental state - their subconsciousness just takes the lead as the ˈconsciousness can't take the load no more.
One of my past revelations - Magic Numbers - today just ran into my mind to lookup for some vids. At first it seems like some cheesy Christian rock, but then you get totally hooked.
My point of view is usually somewhere outside my brain
A latvian guy Jānis Krūms just became an instant celebrity-hero as being the one who helped in rescuing passengers of an airplane that miraculously crash-landed without any victims in Hudson river in New York last afternoon. The airplane apparently shortly after taking off flew into a flock of geese and got some of them in both of the engines that made them stop almost simultaneously. What got the guy on the news is the photo he took and posted. It has been republished by many media around USA now: Here's an interview with that Latvian guy. It's funny how the interviewer adjusted her pronunciation of his name from a mediocre American-like to a decent almost correct one - pronouncing the vowels long where she should have.
You know, sometimes you get your poison back - our northern neighbors have made a song about the crisis in Latvia, reading the translation in Latvian it's surprising to see how much they get to hear about the consequences of the crisis and the actions the gov is taking, for example, VAT increase and the cut on bureaucrat salaries :). Though some parts like going short even of tins and repeated usage of handkerchiefs are a bit of a stretch :). The softest rhymes in the song go like: If you're doing bad And you're about to complain, Then take a look at latvians, they are doing way much worse
When the life throws you into the snow and tries to kiss you all over your face, you kick its ass, bury it in the snow, dump it and run away, run your ass off.
January 08, 2009
Life is a language in which being fluent has nothing to do with comprehension.
As I've mentioned for multiple times, the first thing that you notice there in Australia in environment around you is the amount of the wildlife around you - in particular - birds. Of course there are many more, but those are the ones you're likely to run into every single day, not trying much. The most common bird is megpie - a vicious, raven sized bird that attacks the pedestrians and cyclists in order to protect their children in the nest, here's the warning. And taking pictures of megpies would be like taking pictures of pigeons - so I have none :). Parrots tend to hang around the driveways and green zones in city's suburbs. This one is cool cos they are all with heads and hair up. Those ones are at my house where I lived in - the most regular guests at the surroundings. Those are the largest parrots in Australia - about at the size of a chicken - the Latvians I met in Sydney said that they do the most of the damage when their lemons are coming to ripe - just bite in all of them and throw them to the ground. And here are some of the other birds and bugs I ran into when having the camera with me.
It's kinda hard when you start talking while not conducting the directions of your speech, but the same time not being able to float around the topic and get away being a bit sloppy on it. Your utterance eventually hangs up on a confusing halting point where you don't know what you actually meant and the listeners don't know how to react on you incomprehensible sequences of utterances.
As I stepped on the scales couple of days ago, I couldn't believe eyes, seeing the number 96,5 kg - beating my previous record by 6kg. It's not like I hadn't observed the changes in my frame - less muscles - more fat, but I didn't expect anything that extreme - since the September it's 7kg up and I guess - counting. Likely it's a consequence of halting the most of my physic activities and exercising when going to aussie, but on the other hand it could be a part of something bigger - like a steady change of the body structure aka maturization - smthn like growing of the body hair on the chest :D. So I may just need to build up on that, since the 90 mark is already outshone by far, now just working it the right way. No it's not that the most popular new years resolution to start to exercise the new year - that was the plan ever since I went in a more passive mode.
Quite awkward I had missed out on the Electric feel for that long, balancing on a fence between disco legacy and "the new sound". Named the album of the year by mtv2, so I had to remark this somehow :). Since I pulled myself together for posting on music, then I gotta mention being a bit blown by an aussie jazzy prodigy Gabriella Cilmi - maybe not that much the music (which nevertheless is great), but appearance already as a complete artist, standing her own ground at the age of 16. I wonder whether they use the word sanctuary outside the Australia referring to the place to keep the animals :).