In Love [with White City]

Speechless. Amazed. In Love. [maybe?]

Groove Armada - "Sex and The City Theme Song"

Crank Your Wireless!

It's All About Genes.

Firstly, history is very relative topic. It's somewhere there - flying in the air. Yeah, exactly - flying! And I still wonder how people made up machines and measures to tell the age of some artefacts, searching other coincidences of bone features and relating them to nations, times and movements.

And today's curiousness took me into exploring Slavic origins. Beside their origin state, which nowadays is known as Ukraine, they mixed up a lot - invading, making friendships, playing wars, assimilating, searching for new territories, where to settle their little gardens with potatoes and carrots, and of course partying and doing all other stupid stuff, which we will never know - as the train already left [we can't go back in time to see it.] But I still wonder how did ancient parties look like?
But the thing is - it's all about genes. Slavs should have Y chromosome - so called R1a. And due to wikipedia, partying around the Europe was quite successful as even nowadays "the frequency of Haplogroup R1a ranges from 63% by Sorbs, 56% in Poland and 54% in Ukraine, to 15% in Republic of Macedonia, 14% in Bulgaria and 12% in Herzegovina." It's the case of slavs. [I don't want to quote whole article dedicated on exploring roots of Slavic people].
We are already experiencing quite successful partying around the Europe, and probably within 2 centuries history books will already recall migrations and assimilations of Baltic tribes in Ireland, Macedonian tribes in multi-cultural Australia, Turkish tribes in Germany, Vietnamese tribes in Czech Republic etc. And then again the case will be - it's all about genes [or maybe money? Love? Political affairs? Religion?]. Anyway keep it going - Stir up this cocktail! ;)

Hello Beautiful!

While searching for little wires which connect things in one big network of thoughts, there was an issue which really amazed me. Going through numerous search results on question of architecture, one blog name dedicated to expose of curiousities of modern architecture, was (and still is) called "Hello Beautiful!"

That makes another network of wires going directly to statement "Rem Koolhaas", who once said that "every architect is a dreamer, trying to make this world better", and probably he's right as the pieces of human imagination in this area can be seen directly and you don't have to prove the world again that you're a Dreamer, as all the constructions and search of new forms of exposure speak by themselves...

Sketch.

Have to make sketch of daily activities, as plans usually don't work with me. Maybe that's why hitch-hiking goes well, as all plans are considered as relative from the very beginning.
I overslept my language class today! Well, it doesn't sound like something that you have never done... but it was! As I opened my eyes in late morning, when the phone was ringing - at 14:00!!! Amazing! I still can't get over that! Definately some sketch is needed!

She Pours a Daydream in a Cup...

No words.
Just enjoyment...

Matter Of a Tradition.

Coca-Cola with lemons like in old good times. And my article stucks in a moment. Going nowhere. Just time is ticking out...
Was chatting today about documentaries. And possible themes according to certain circumstances of reality. I can't tell for sure that kids which are taken with their parents to a journey into new reality [in more specific terms - the case of Latvian immigrant families/job-seekers in UK and Ireland] are supposed to be left without a real childhood. The thing is that human is very adaptable creature, which can withstand the heat of Australia and the cold of North Pole, it all depends on demands. And so called "grown-up kids" are thrown into new reality just with the opportunity to meet all the benefits and drawbacks and try to cope with it. Maybe it's a matter of a tradition? That human should have childhood memories such like playing football in the neighborhood and pushing himself to attend School of Musical education, because everyone does? But times are changing, as well as habits and memories... who knows, maybe after 20 years those kids will be talking about how did they cope with language and cultural challenges and about their first trip to London? Anyhow, every experience is good experience, made on purpose or without.
But it's a documentary, so let's make some drama or at least provide some doubts! ;)

Show Time. Snow Time.

Pancakes with apples. This grandmother's recipe was exclusively discovered in last days, since my home is asking for more oxygen and smoking in double. I have a new flatmate - EVS volunteer from Poland - Agnieszka. Winter arrived as well - in countinuous progression. And probably will stay here for a while. While outside all surroundings are under white blanket of snow, my 3 year old Converse shoes are suffering in the hallway. And those 2 oxygen users are freezing in separate rooms - but using one thing in common - the heater. My sense of "waiting for Central Heating turn-on" is on the highest peak... and I wish some flowers appear... it's already time for enjoyable morning coffees with cigarettes on the balcony with terrific view of Ohrid lake. [Hey, Christmas are gone! I don't need snow anymore!]
While whole blockhouse paradise is enjoying deep sleep those 2 oxygen users are actively using Facebook entertainment options - I already started to feel longing for beauty of silly tests and Fortune Cookies!
Good morning world! I don't feel any passion to go out tomorrow! Sorry, all my dates are sold out.
Bonobo sounds very yammy already second day and my American friend making fun of my natural avoidance using articles before nouns and that's why "Donald Duck was taking care of elephant". Hah, we could make 8-year old's translation of article into Macedonian! New challenges come up everyday! And even with all my typically Latvian, ironic sense of humor - Republic of the Sun is always in my heart, on my neck, on my laptop surface and everywhere else... and it remains timeless like the commercial of Macedonia proposes.

And actually I quite amaze myself by writing all these details of my tryings to balance between harmonious existing and something undefined.

Bonobo - "The Shark"

The Usual. No.24

Beginning of the Year - with new plans, goals and crushes on the way... starts as usual - with Australia on Fire [covering enormous territories of wood and always a bit different official score of burned houses mentioned in the news], another murders in Finland [the depression grows, hah? or longing of everyday surprises?] and another clicheic speech of guys from government, emphasizing the problems of good behavior of citizens, putting accent on paying taxes [which have grown in quantity like mushrooms after rain] and determining themselves to achieve high goals [at least that's what Latvian ones said].

First days meet me with lightning and rain! [by Latvian tradition after a few times I can start swimming season! Well, the only difference is that there is no lightning in January usually and so annoying rain!]
Time to create. Time to work. Work so hard for your goals. Time to expose individual fragments of freedom. Meet old and new friends and travel the world together. And be happy. [And rain actually is a great sign that it can be!]
By the way - South Asia continues to play wars... I see there's kind of sense of fun in bombing? [if diplomacy never works, then oil always does] And I wonder what's the first thought in the morning of those, who call the place their home? [Am I still alive?]
Amen.

Too Much.

Too much party.
Too much alcohol.
Too much expectations.
Too much connections.
Too much joy.
Too much non-sense.
Too much. Too much.
TIME FOR AN "ASSHOLE" DAY?

Pet Shop Boys "New York City Boy"