'The youths said they were avenging the two teenagers killed when their motorcycle hit a police car on Sunday.' What a strange reaction - violence for violence and I am convinced that police will do the same. Can you imagine what is being said now among the French, if not European policemen? Sudents throwing stones at 'highher powers?!', burning library in the name of what? Pathetic! Ah!
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And somewhere else important changes are happening: 'The infant - born Tenzin Gyatso - then picked out his predecessor's belongings from a bigger group of items, reportedly shouting "It's mine!"'
Far from destruction, I beleve....:)
Tuesday, 27 November 2007
good news, bad news...
Sunday, 25 November 2007
Friday, 23 November 2007
Wednesday, 21 November 2007
The world is crazy!
European police is finding that KIDS plot massacres in schools!!! What the f@ is wrong with them? What is so stylish in mass murder? Or...maybe we did hear to much of it on the news? Nowadays it's not cool to be quiet, peaceful and calm. Lennon is dead!
On a different note we can be quite creative. ' Wildlife experts in northeastern India are experimenting with a new weapon to prevent marauding elephants from destroying homes and crops—superhot chilies.'
I guess Americans will have to do the same with their wild turkeys plotting revenge for Thanksgiving. Not on the web though, so it is quite difficult to be prepared for their attack. Oh, well...
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Tuesday, 20 November 2007
news, rewritten?
Her name is Monika. She is 25. She always prayed for a baby, someone little and innocent to care for, to love, to show the world to. She trusted England will be more developed than Poland, so she would brign her baby into this world here.
His name is Marcin. He gave her second chance and he di give her miracle. She was 9 months pregnant last week.
She went to the hospital on Thursday. Her waters broke. The doctors in London decided to send her back home. The contractions happened every 3 minutes, but 'she was not opened enough yet'. They told her to wait. She went back on Friday. They convinced her to deliver in a natural way.
Marcin begged, shouted, offered to bribe them for a quick delivery. They told him the policy in England is to try to give a natural birth.
She cried. She suffered. She was scared. She begged too, to cut her open.
They refused.
For 4 days...Baby was born naturally (more than 4 kg! healthy baby), but had no air...for long. Long enough for its brain to stop working.
She is half open. She got a full blood transfusion yesterday. She is on drugs. She doesn't realize.
He is strong for her. He doesn't want to think.
They both have friends.
My friends.
(My eyes are burning, no more tears left)
But no worries. The baby is in the best clinic now. They were freezing and defrosting its brain - the newest technology.
Oh, it's a boy.
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Monday, 19 November 2007
Heresy for my own kind
Guards shot children dead after Afghan suicide blast, says UN - how do you read it? GUARD SHOT DEAD CHILDREN ....SUICIDE..I will be honest I cannot, I am not even able to open the link...I am disgusted with human race, my own kind....you, specialists of this language, please help me - is there a word for this as well. If we have words for such cruelties, simple but horrific enough...do we have a word for hate for your own kind...am I a human racist? Am I a heretic.
In those moments I do forget I am a mother and I feed on Fry's vision: 'imagine malicious code written by cunning, ruthless criminals from, oh, Russia let's say, that could turn your computer into a slave machine, a zombie PC that can connect with other zombie PCs to create a whole network of robot computers that would grow almost exponentially in power and bandwidth. Such a robot network, or "botnet", would soon overtake all the supercomputers on earth in might and reach.'Blogged with Flock
Sunday, 18 November 2007
The way forward
..is to make plans. It's human. It's natural. It helps to survive.
Yes, I am silent, not lonely. My Angel is right. Yes. I do live the moment. The other One is right as well.
How would it feel to be comforted when the illness is eating my heart out and my son is knocking on the door (the feeling of solitude reinforced by the two people sitting in the other room, sitting:))? How would it feel to wake up next to someone? How would it feel to wait, to promise, to give presents, to take into consideration other's moods and needs?
I imagine good, but life is different. It takes power and patience to compromise. Those I have not at the moment. It takes courage and pride to show the smile on your face, and this is the most challenging of all...
I think I am feeling a need for something better, because this is our human nature. I am healing quickly. I no longer ache when passing by the roundabout at Appleton. And I no longer blame men, the silent ex-girlfriends and myself for what happened to me. I no longer walk the streets measuring and filtering the world through statistics of well...domestic abuse, is it? No. I am no longer the weakened one.
I read, watch, listen and make plans out of all of those things I have lost for three things. I pretty much enjoy charity and helping others - the more, the better. I cry when I see the results and happiness - I always felt the rightness of those, but now I myself now how it feels. I see possibilities and countries I will live in, go to, bring back on my photos. I see my son's future, bright one.
I measure my family in different terms. I see them in their world and time and space. No longer in mine. I learned to let it go.
I fear anger though and try to avoid it.maybe it will pass or maybe that's my lesson. Anger is a waste of energy and unanswered questions. Anger is attack and this has to be neutralized, not confronted. Every person around me living and truly worshiping anger is being pushed away, silenced, if not ignored. I have no time to live their, your anger! I am a free and quite a positive person, so let me be one and deal with your weaknesses in your own time, your own head. Anger is a virus, so try not to spread it, please....
And do not blame me for turning my back.
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Friday, 16 November 2007
Pudsey, and Children in Need
I got one today - and I admit - with no knowledge of the charity and today's importance whatsoever! Bad me - for not waching tv, not reading news, not being interested. But well, I baught a little Pudsey to accompany my phone from now on:)
Do you know where does the Pudsey come from?
Did you taste a Pudsey pudding? Have you been to Pudsey? ;)
Do you know about the charity? If so, have you done something for the Children in Need today? The day is not over yet, and if you are not convinced as for the charity in general check this blog out.
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Urbandictionary - made my day
Here we go...dictionary that really made me smile...few times
1.funny ones
2. interesting ones
3. slightly depressing ones
4. surprisingly irrational ones
5. 'no tattoo then:/'- ones
Thursday, 15 November 2007
Chosen, not
'Russian doomsday sect threatens mass suicide' Yes, they believe the world comes to an end (see: Matchbox 20 in next post) but what right do we have to intervene in their believes? One might ask, still - I have believed in one of the highest virtues (love?) and got mistreated, and swear the God (not a Catholic anymore, so swearing is not a sin ha!) I would love anyone could have intervened...those who knew the truth already! And I am upset they didn't! I know the world will last longer than until May 2008, well I hope so, because that is the month of my next exhibition...and I cannot believe someone can be foolish enough to let one charismatic personality to lead them to death!
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How strong is the faith and how important for the church is it? Should a nun stay a cleaner (read the article carefully!: 'three nuns working in a community near Rome decided they had been pushed too far when the local bishop demanded they double up as personal cleaners for two ageing priests' - why doubled? why should they stop supporting youngsters, leave their already important duties?) I think we are not talking about the pride here, not theirs at least....That is one of the reasons why I left the Catholic church, I am afraid.
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Wednesday, 14 November 2007
Poles again
Polish soldiers charged for murder. Complete nonsense! Not only that they volunteer to kill, get paid for it, also attack innocent people. 'The prosecutor said they violated international law when they opened fire on the village. Women and children were among the dead.' I am ashamed to be a Pole, to be a human, whenever I read this. A village. My parents live in a peaceful village as well. Luckily, they live on the right side of this 'front line'. Luckily...
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Maybe some feel powerful to attack, and others just to step back and watch others suffer. Please, dear readers, forgive me, but I WILL ASK WHY quite often here (that is why I rewrite those news, I guess), why does one decide to work with the mentally ill if there is no positive incentive behind their deeds...if there is pure, cruel passiveness?! 'A 7-year-old girl with fluid in her brain left untreated “because she will die anyway.' She has been in this world only for 7 years. 7 years is nothing in a child's life, still the most wonderful, innocent time of our lives. Do you remember being 7? I do. I was moving a lot, so I remember being 7, I was just making friends with Anna, steeling plums from my neighbor's fruit tree and just beginning to disbelief the Catholic preachers...I was free, unbearable, funny and hyperactive. I was spending all my day with friends from school and in the garden, learning the nature...bringing first cherries home and asking mom what should I do with them. That's how I learned to cook my first dish ('pierogi' with cherries), and got praised for it by the whole family...nothing was never left untreated.
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Tuesday, 13 November 2007
Flowers
I am fed up with buying flowers, now it's time to receive them. It's not good....not a good sign..first time in my life I became distant from them...I even forced myself to go to the shop and buy one...one I have studied since about a week...I had it in my basket! And couldn't! I could not force myself to buy it and take it home...and I think it is more about taking it and bringing it home, where there is no place for flowers at the moment - not in my spaces....silly, I know. Well, that is me, my nature - lost in details like this, managing in her 'big issues' and completely disabled when it comes to the details of every-day life. I hope I can see flowers like Georgia did - I hope I will see and recreate the world the way she did - once, one day, in Mexico;)
'Nobody sees a flower, really, it is so small. We haven't time - and to see takes time like to have a friend takes time.
If I could paint the flower exactly as I see it no one would see what I see because I would paint it small like the flower is small. So I said to myself - I'll paint what I see - what the flower is to me but I'll paint it big and they will be surprised into taking time to look at it - I will make even busy New Yorkers take time to see what I see of flowers.
...Well, I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower you hung all your own associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see of the flower - and I don't.'
- Georgia O'Keeffe
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Stones...
'A Palestinian woman whose son was wounded during clashes between Hamas security forces and Fatah supporters reacts at a rally to mark the third anniversary of the death of former Palestinian leader Yasser Arafat in Gaza, November 12, 2007'
Six lives waisted, or maybe just carried, born, raised, educated and fed to die this very moment...lives whose sense of respect towards their leader lifted up their hands full of stones. I know Arafat's face, and I know the face of a mother, shot in her son's heart. Was she on a way to the market? Or did she really plan to be there to witness ..what..history? news? become a sad celebrity?
Maybe...
One of them was a young student, planned to finish the literature course and teach kids. He loved kids?
One was a regular drinker. This time he wanted to do something meaningful?
One was an elderly woman, usually seen in her doorstep, greeting the tourist and smiling to their intruding cameras?
One was a friend of a friend of another invited friend? He just came along?
One was a father of three?
One was a true believer? Activist, one might say?
All of them had plans for the afternoon. No one saw the first stone.
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Today in Japan they use stones to build roads. Roads that play music, so you can enjoy it simply by driving on the surface of the road. Stones put together to play a melody! Wow!
"You need to keep the car windows closed to hear well," wrote one Japanese blogger. "Driving too fast will sound like playing fast forward, while driving around 12mph has a slow-motion effect, making you almost car sick."
You just need to stick to the right speed:
Well, no one is perfect...
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Monday, 12 November 2007
Ill
...very ill, as it turns out. My GP asked me to stay at home...for a week! Which is - obviously - not going to happen. I will try to stay at home tomorrow, because my son is not too well, and he needs rest. It will do us good to be together - he is very frustrated nowadays and I need to spend more time with him.
We spent all evening - after the long walk from the surgery and chat about Cassiopeia - my favorite constellation - we cuddled in from of my laptop watching his evening cartoon. We watched it twice, it was so good just to lay down and get some rest, together.
That is my plan for tomorrow....
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Sunday, 11 November 2007
Reasons
I don't see the reason why I shouldn't start a new one. Actually it is just a continuation of my old, English blog and I think I will enjoy doing it on Blogger better. It's just the fact that the interface is all in English (so you can comment now!) and the additional applications (i.e. widget) are easy to add. Saves me time.
I suffer from lack of it since about a month, when I decided to do more work - constantly spending my evening hours on it. Stoppped last week, when I realized that my life is passing me by. I stopped reading, writing, even laughing with my little boy.
Well, that's over now. I continue the book project with K. and J./M. as well as the art evenings - in any given form.
I read two books this weekend and I feel better already...
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