December 26, 2010 » The traditional end-of-year-survey, year 9
I do these every year with my friend Jordi. The 2008 one was on Facebook (and I think I got rid of it or made it private because I hated some things I wrote), the old ones were on LJ, the 2009 one is on this blog. So, here goes my 2010, an item that would be more interesting if flushed, but there’s no toilet big enough to flush such a huge pile of shit.
1. What did you do in 2010 that you’d never done before?
Let’s see…cooked by myself a lot, started a blog in my native language, attended
December 20, 2010 » Tempirani cvet IV / Clockwork Flower IV
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This one will need a lot of work, especially structure-wise. I already took a photo with the name Clockwork Flower in 2007 and came up with the whole clockwork flower idea as long ago as late 2006. I am not sure how it came to be, just like the word snowcookies, it’s probably related to seasons of the year, Lush and twisting words, gramatically.
Honestly, it’s a bunch of scattered ideas that have a nice rhythm, which is what actually failed in the original story.
Tempirani cvet IV
Lakomisleni ljubitelj
tempiranog cveta.
Nepopustljiva moć
tempiranog cveta.
Nepopustljivi ljubitelj
tempiranog cveta,
ta sam, često se vrtim u krug,
i kružim oko
December 12, 2010 » Čuvar praznih soba / Keeper Of The Empty Rooms
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Loyalty – a very interesting matter and, for some reason, I forgot to run it through the mill of the boggy marshes of the Wrong Star world.
Why would anyone take care of the empty rooms if they could do something else, e.g. take care of really busy, fancy rooms? Why would anyone be messing around a dirty wasteland when they could be somewhere lush and sparkly?
Some things cannot be explained in a practical way. Some find their own trouble more precious than all the happiness in the world. You know, like in the synopsis of an old fairy-taler
December 12, 2010 » Keleti
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Keleti. The most romantic place in the world I’ve seen so far. A huge, old train station in Budapest. Many films and music videos wouldn’t have the same vibe they have when recorded at that particular place. A good example of that is Sarah Connor’s From Sarah With Love, guaranteed to shatter dreams and make a person cry. Next time I’m at Keleti, I’ll be going in the 100% opposite direction than the most recent time I was there…heading towards the cruelest of the realities in the developed world instead of some sort of a holiday fairy-tale. And I was
December 5, 2010 » On kaže, ona kaže / He Says, She Says
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Might be an angry moment. Might be a prequel to Wrong Star. Might actually not mean a thing. Written a couple of months ago and since it was not published, why not publish it. It definitely integrates the place where Wrong Star is happening, as well as another place which is, in my humble opinion, the worse option than the Nowhereland. In Nowhereland, at least you know what will kill you and how it will kill you. In the other place, you’re your own killer and it’s all about how much vanity you can absorb through the years, until you’re
December 3, 2010 » Ne-Ljubav / No-Love
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Love is a many…no, wait. Love is a word used without thinking about it. It’s unclear what some people call love, it’s unclear why there are those who filter love based on their perception of what it should be, it’s unclear why some people reject love and symbolically rip apart those who have no other hidden intentions, and instead are just giving love, plain and simple.
This is for their kind of people. I added some pathetic endearments to make it melodic, which probably means it is no longer sincere, as only they are allowed to make things pathetic, as
November 29, 2010 » Kraj duge / End Of The Rainbow
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This was more or less mandatory. There were a couple of p..ms where A died, and, in Lambs Shall Become Clouds, it is impied that both A and B die for an undiclosed reason. So, there should’ve been one where B dies and A does not die.
Assuming that B is a spectacular person, it should’ve been spectacular. However, it’s more or less left to the reader to decide how rainbows kill people and what kind of rainbow this was. As usual, it’s not what one would think of at the top of their head, but something else.
For those with
November 28, 2010 » Dušan, November 2010
My friend Marija’s toddler son is one of the funniest children ever. Whether it’s one of his made-up adventures with crocodiles, whether it’s his incredibly squeaky voice, whether it’s picking the most unexpected words ever or accidentally coming up with them in a whole confusion of syllabiles, he’s guaranteed to make his mother, grandmother and me smile even on the darkest of days. His name is Dušan (Dooshan) and he’s a true Pisces, which actually makes me a bit worried, as he’s already living more in fantasy than reality, but let’s hope he’ll learn how to keep the right balance
November 21, 2010 » Funkyblog WordPress theme – alpha phase
So, I worked on this website. I went on and linked everyone I know who had a blog written in a language other than my native language. There are a couple that I can barely read, but it doesn’t really matter. I also hid all the pages but those about Miki and me, as they need a lot of work.
But what is the most important thing? The theme. A 71-year-old family friend complains that I change the site looks a lot and I tried to explain to him that I am never happy with out-of-the-box WordPress themes. That motivated me
November 17, 2010 » Inspiration – it comes from the strangest situations…
Last night, I learnt that a friend whom life hasn’t been treating well and who’s had way too much going on for only three decades of life is in trouble. Serious trouble. I tried to comfort him with some goofy remarks and a person whom I don’t know that well, but have mutual friends with jumped in. While the said friend I have a level of understanding that only grumpy people can have amongst each other; the other person was clearly trying to disrupt everything I was saying, centering the whole matter around HIS supposed problem with ME, as if
