Fucking spammers on the blogspot

I guess what kind of loser could be spamming my blog every other week? Get a life you fucking moron called JASON.

Junkies in the city

OK so yesterday I went downtown with my wife in a car to get a fresh seafood from a specialized shop and now there was this guy crossing street in front of our car so I slowed down (obviously), but then he stopped. I realized he is barely standing straight and goes right towards our car (my first reaction was - shit, what is he gonna do, if he is high, he can walk over our car, start beating the car with the huge whateveritwas in his hands). But fortunately he was so out of his mind, that right after I stopped totally he went to the side of the car and was searching for the doorknob (hopefully we travel with our doors locked) and right at the time he started to opening the doors I did what my wife hates usually - set off with burning rubber, that is you release the clutch with high RPM and move really quickly... beats me, this time she didnt say a thing :o)).

Internal Communication

I have to say that I work in a company which has the most elaborated system of internal communication I have ever seen... lots of things which make your life easier on one hand and feeling like your are "playing for the right team" on other hand.

On the contrary it has also some strict rules, like not allowing to install anything that is not approven by IT... therefore I see my last.fm proggy and Winamp on my PC like a huge win and good internal communication skills :oD.

And also I could swap Irfan for paint.NET which has much more functions and layers support, though both are great and freeware, but If look on the bright side, I guess that last.fm has lower traffic resources than listening music on youtube and with paint.NET my work productivity is now even bigger, because I can make much better changes to the photographs...

Quote of the month

"I am now in the phase of my life, that I will not get used to have servants."

Moral of this story? Have servants from early youth, they will not be weird for you, when you get older. :o)

Changing the people around you... for the books. Knowing thyself.

In the posthumously published diary by Jan Zabrana is somwhere written: "Changing the people around you for the books... But for how long? And what happiness from it? The only reason for it is that, there is no happiness from anything... And then it is right: changind the people around you for the books."


After I finished reading Orhan Pamuk and his "Black book" (especially the Tale of the Prince) I can just change this a little to: "Changing the people around your for the books, and then throwing all the books away. Only by then you can look into your heart and "know" who you really are." Hopefully you will not end like the Prince, who finally did not have anything on his mind so he really was himself and his last words were: "Nothing."

This reminds me one of the very short article I wrote once about the impossibility of escaping to "read" (in a semiotic sense, where a text is everything, that needs interpreting, or comprehence (it could be anything, painting, TV show, billboard, etc.). So the only escape, I wrote then, is knowing, that there is no escape. This gets me to philosphers who were blinding themselves, but yet what about "reading" the texts, which are created by your mind? The only "escape" of that would be death, as happened to the Prince. And even by some people, the death is not the end to everything... (to tell it right, both groups - people who believe in afterlife, and people who do not, have presented the similarly valid evidence so far).