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.
Monday, December 6, 2010
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Thursday, September 23, 2010
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Thursday, September 9, 2010
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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.