can get to the last station, climb the icy stairs, cross the frozen town of small steps, so as not to slip, open iron door, and (finally) be in heat. Pull out of the bag and cold hard shoes, stick them legs, feet slightly scratched. Remove fat sweater, and dumb to bend backwards to feel the back of silk blouses. Move the curtain of artificial velvet and enter the hall: parquet and mirror, rustling tinsel and the smell of tangerines. Dance lessons. Salsa. In byword teacher all the wisdom of human relations. One, two, three. Look. Five, six, seven. Smiling allowed. One, two, three. Not hold. Five, six, seven. Me again. Game. Trying to understand the idea of a partner in the eyes, the lips of way he wrinkled forehead. I love salsa. There's no excessive passion and parting like the tango, or oppressive sexuality bachata. laugh and flirt first meeting. When all easily. When all else can be. Five, six, seven. Reversal. Oops. Double. Fit. Time to notice the edge of his eyes light interest on the face of the bored in the corner of Aki and understand that this time did everything right. Cheers.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Why Did My License Get Hole Punched?
As a child, I once found next to the garbage bin, about which we played in the rock Freglov " biography of Marie Curie. Looked through it a bit, I was quickly bored and stuffed the book back in the trash. Today I thought I read it then a little more closely, much would be in my life happened in a different way. Just do it's not about my miserable life, but a recent automatic mailing of Amazonia. Newsletter offered new book on "Women in Science." The set was worth immediately offer lathered rope - all heroines were more or less equally sick, hurt and unhappy personal life. The book caught my eye that day when everything goes wrong, is wrong and does not work ("Gregor and the unit broke down? - Yes, broke. - Then I'll come in half an hour. - Ah, coffee and capture the .-???- Time Will you come too. Sample yield is still useless, now we have not repaired. "). Sometimes there are days when everything is so stupid in that transcend what that threshold, and instead of finally properly raise a howl, you begin to stupid budget and continue to "cry and shoot up and there is a cactus." «Mathias, and an hour before we meet? - Sure. At nine or ten? (Habitually asks M.) - No sooner rather than later. In the five. My train arrived too soon .- (Pause). And you know, in terms of statistics, you are amazingly punctual. "M. knows, perhaps better than anyone. There are such people, to whom, no matter how hard you try, you always seem idiot. (In Mexico I had a friend, next to which I've always looked awful. It was generally that is not that she intentionally or accidentally outshone me. Just when Sunday morning she fashionably dressed and perfectly prichesanaya, was driving a beautiful car with a nice guy in the park to feed the squirrels, then on the first path encountered with me, the red, dusty and rastrepanoy, because that's what this morning I decided to train in long-distance running on rough terrain (in one of the most obscure places of the largest cities in the world)). From AM we met a long time ago, on what is a party. He was going to leave early to in the morning to leave for the day to ski. I persuaded him to take me with him. We agreed to meet at 9 am at the main entrance of the train station. At 9:30 we could not find each other and exchanged angry SMS. "Come to the" Burger King "and stop there! - I stand and wait! Only it's not "Burger King, a McDonald's .- Wait. IN WHAT CITY ARE YOU? "He waited for me there, where we met, because it decided that home, I go back far, dark and cold, and I certainly find a place to stay. In my sarcastic question, as he represents me in a skirt, heels and skiing, M. haughtily replied that he does not understand in our "female thing". I would be glad to say that after I corrected the first impression, but I'm afraid it's not. AM for some reason like my "Latino unpredictability "and convince him I have not yet succeeded. On Saturday I got in Velbert, a small town in the neighborhood. When I promised to always see the local church and talk about their experiences. Just do what I promised many, many, but this time I attracted the name - Wallfahrtskirche , the church in the way of the pilgrims (I think she stands on one of the many medieval road to Santiago de Compostela). snow and cold and scared away almost all except me in a huge empty building was empty. I look around, warmed his hands stilled, with pleasure realizing that came not in vain. I do not know if you like the unit. (I'm still not hooked. remains only « But from the mirror at you I eyes threw . And, throwing , screaming : " Catch !.."). But it's not important. Just the church was "dark temple ... in the blink of red lamps" from "Poems of a beautiful lady." or underground syatilischem ants if ants to build them. Very strange place in the middle of ordinary houses and concrete buildings. A little sad that for pictures is not enough light. Take a bonus autumn pictures (if you click on the photo will be taken to the gallery). True, they like me it is not much to tell. All autumn I overslept and was silent.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
What Does Loss Of Cervical Lordosis Mean?
Thursday, September 9, 2010
How To Melt Cheddar Cheese
I'm here, has not disappeared anywhere. A couple of days gave way to exciting off-season, this beautiful gray-brown in autumn, and the whole day sleepy. I can not believe that on Saturday was a beautiful morning. Probably because senyatbrya and slowly returning to the place of students reminded of the school and classic. In school, I quickly leafed through all the descriptions of nature and quickly passed on to the story and dialogue. Now, all subjects have long known and uninteresting, but what parts!
Now, when I was on the passport middle-aged lady in the head climbs any sentimental nonsense .... Web always appear in late summer. When, many years ago, I sat on the balcony, legs crossed, the sun shone through the web, enveloped all the railing right into my eyes, early morning smell of pancakes and fresh grass and I thought that here it is a vertex, the happiness that I have (why a) deserved. It was after this trip for me, stuck the nickname "Russian Hill" - for the sharpness of the transition from good to awful. True, I still like gossamer - a few seconds of complete happiness, after which the world can continue as usual, climb or fly down.
Friends invited me to climb trees. Adults and professionals it does take a long ride in a special enclosure, stand in line, paying ICDO money and name all the fun parkour. The essence of truth remains. Several hours, we painted bears scheme. Sitting hanging feet on the wooden platform at 15 meters above the ground and soaking up the sun, I thought I would do it afraid of heights. Just my brain, saw a couple of carabiners and rope, registered the "insured" and no longer worry about it. Instead, I began to think more about where to put hands and feet. It seems that the body coped with the task well, because that insurance for the entire day I've never needed. Without it I would have a lump in his stomach, trembling to their knees and sweating palms, and I would certainly fell sooner or later. I have no idea about the reliability of these ropes and carabiners. As part of puzzle, that feeling when docked with a-hurry-edge seen eye-a long-forgotten and probably interpreted incorrectly, the Chinese-or maybe not, presumably ancient comparing faith with the rope, to which is attached a bucket at the well. You can believe in anything: God, science, Cthulhu or Koutya - but it turns out that this is something like a rope, allowing do not worry about what will happen in the event of total failure to stop waste time and energy on fear and concentrate on where to walk, so performing "miracles". If the attachment works, then what is the difference which way it is made.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Shrug Knitting Pattern
I want to write.
I write.
I write.
BUT DO NOT KNOW THAT. NI AS. WHY OR LESS.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Why The Number 12 On Alabama Helmet
I boasted to all and everywhere, but there has not yet had time to ...
here it is, child:
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Sample Church Administration Letters
randomly _odnovremenno_
said that if too wide open mouth to swallow a bigger piece, you can dislocate his jaw, and so and stay with my mouth agape. It seems that something similar happened to me during a trip to Rome. This is too big a piece of me was not on the teeth. I never realized I liked the city or not - every time I tried to sum up and say to yourself - "yeah, he was Rome" - from the bend to appear that it is quite new and unusual, breaking and mixing all previous conceptions of him. And after a long day at the effaced in the blood of his feet still did not want to stop needed to know, and that there is more to it turning ....
unlikely that I will tell you that something unusual. Resented as a Roman, then - "how to say even though what is new about this city. " They say it happened in the first century AD. So. Rome - the capital of the Empire, with huge squares and closed facades homes in the classical style, with wide streets, where it is impossible to hide from the summer sun. It is a city of dictators, where on orders of Mussolini razed house, hills, palaces, to the window in a more visible Coliseum. Probably related to Rome will depend greatly on relations with the authorities and the authorities of each. So I thought at first. After several quarters of the city was already different.
Historical buildings the time of Caesar and the gladiators come across on every corner - It is not usual for a bunch of other places the stones, to which we must have respect, just because it's history - this is a huge structure, large in size, than many modern houses. Multimillion-dollar city that can afford a spacious square and half-empty parks. The old ladies are going for a moped boys are outside playing football, dove, too lazy to take off, crossing the street at a green light at a pedestrian crossing (it seems the only one who is in compliance with rules of the road)
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City smells like cypress and cries of cicadas. At each corner of the oleander blooms. Images of saints next with advertising pizza (pizza is not the way I used to - soft, crisp and potatoes. And on the wall hangs a high school diploma pitstsedelaniya). Woman what is the long story icon of the Virgin Mary. Tourists and Romans, looking at them as if the invasion of barbarians is still not finished. I expected to see cats in the Coliseum (my original idea of Rome emerged as a child of Gianni Rodari stories and magazine "Around the World" in 1968 with my grandmother's attic) - But the cats were only on postcards and calendars
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Calendar of young priests, a couple of years ago, performing the furor seems became a bestseller and you can find at any newsstand. Senor September cute and good smiles. Nuns indignantly look at my constantly slipping sundress - and perhaps a little envy - the temperature in the sun for 40 and save multi piety certainly not easy. Memes wrapped in brilliantly polyester know this better than anyone. Faded walls of buildings shielding the blue blue sky (in that color until I saw in Italy. On numerous pictures "of Italy, who so loved the world, why then draw it much more pale - probably looking at pictures is hard to believe that this is not a defect color). Before the ruins of a large circus, where he once rode a chariot of Ben Hur, two tiny figures suit evening jog. More there is nobody there. Antique marble columns and sculptures. "After Carrara marble as you live with the dust plaster?" (More on the list) Tsvetaeva finally becomes clear.
Water. Perhaps the most impressed with hundreds of fountains. From the huge buildings of various epochs and myths of overloaded symbols to simple iron columns. I never understood, whether the water from underground sources or from the aqueduct, built during the days of ancient Rome. It is unusual bluish color, the cool, clean and tasty, the only saving from the heat and a little enlivening tired legs
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Vatican. How did miss the chance and did not visit another country? Dual impression is generally from religion. At least in that part of the Vatican where we let in, there is no sanctity. Feel the power and wealth. St. Peter's, where the presence of tiny people at the foot of the columns is almost imperceptible. Halls of the Vatican Museums, masterpieces covered, which can not be considered - through the halls evicted thousands of people, under the words uttered in 8 languages is not talk, do not take photos, do not stop. Have time to remember only the blue color in the paintings of Raphael. Surly looks inhabitants of this country to ensure its own long-infallibility. Religion in childhood was different. Pope's visit to Mexico have always been multi-day national holiday. Falling crime rates, which have never been able to reduce any international commission. People smiled at each other in the streets around the house Pope days and nights were crowds wanting to wish him good morning, sing a song or yell something like «Juan Pablo, hermano, ya eres mexicano" («Juan Paul, brother, you are now Mexican. " ) The city was covered with white and yellow balloons, and when dad was flying, almost every roof there were people with a mirror, sending him goodbye millions sunbeam. Dad died. The Vatican has long been nothing to do with Mexico City. Yes, and my nezamutnennogo and faith in the good pastors somewhere lost.
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I'm trying to expand "on the shelves," yesterday's experiences and I am painfully missing information. So - one day a flutter in the eternal city.