the birds in my head

at some point wolfie said sth like – everyone has one’s own birds in their head. and i suddenly thought – gee, what a brilliant formulation. those idees fixe, bees in the bonnet, little tantalising grains of sand in the brainmachine… maybe they are just birds, mucking around and having fun inside our brainspace.

and what happens when we let them out. what a burst of creativity. what a moment of chaotic everywhereness.

maybe this explains the angry birds being so popular?

check out the poll:

on the flying spaghetti monster* side

this is a counterweight to the monstrous beginning of this day.

if god were a control freak, he’d go insane from the insanity of the things under-evolved humanity is capable of. i will treasure my free will at all times, and thank god i have it.

*those who are interested in the FSM idea, click the banner below:

piezīmes iz lauku dzīves

gulbenes benzīntankam ar godu jāsaka – pēc mana kritiena uz vietējā nelabotā bruģa jaunietis – pārdevējs izteica līdzjūtību un piedāvāja šņabi. a es tur gāju pirkt sērkociņus.

tā nu tagad nokrāsoju zaļu nobrāzto ceļgalu, mērcēju šņabī sastiepto rokas locītavu un priecājos par to, ka bruģis nebija vēl caurumaināks, jo tad varēja arī kaut ko nejauši salauzt.

ak jā. un vēl mans telefons kritienā izsitās no rokas, dīvainā un nesaprotamā kārtā nevis uz ekrāna kā parasti, bet uz zaļās muguriņas un aizplakšķēja pa to pašu bruģi metrus 15 kā plakans akmentiņš pa mierīgu ūdeni. ne izjuka, nekā, un strādā, it kā nekāda kritiena nebūtu bijis.

ārā ir bezjēgā karsts un mikls, dunduri plosās mežonīgi, radi darbojas pieņemto parametru robežās (resp. maisās visur un ir neskarīgi), vasara pašā pilnbriedā.

tā kā ārā neko īsti darīt nevar, esmu atpakaļ pie pusnakts cirkus. ehh.

kāršroze tuvplānā

mirrors

it is quite interesting to observe mirrors. or people who have them. or reasons why people have them.

some keep mirrors everywhere because they think that will make their rooms larger. some have mirrors because it is traditional. some like their reflections. some ward off evil. there are plenty of reasons for the frames with thin silver layer behind glass in places where people live.

mirrors are supposed to tell the truth. or at least they are supposed not to lie. but when one watches them for a while, it is impossible to miss that they tell a very particular type of truth, or avoid very specific lies.

what people see in the mirror, what it reveals best of all, is defects. or what people think are defects, because the infostream has had them brainwashed.

mirrors also create illusions. of movement. of presence. you name it. and the corrupted and wounded mind readily believes them.

what we are left then, in the face of the mirrors, is our ability to think straight.  and see the mirrors for what they are – a thin layer of silver covered in glass, framed in vanity. and act accordingly.

rusty

one more of those things. probably sb really likes this cat, regardless of its temper, behaviour, size and other features.

digging

digging helps.

there are reasons for that, logical and other. i finally get to do something i have considered doing for a few years, but never had the time. i also get to restore something to what it was originally (even if it is just a lot of cobblestones). and also – it is quite pleasant to destroy something and see that people like it. and when operating a spade, one has to think of spade, and stones, and sod, and simple physics, and this leaves little time for unproductive sulking. which is good.

digging is also the reason i have not been online very much. one cannot dig and be online at the same time. but that, too is fun.

this is part of the digging

academic nightmares

thus

there is this dream:

there are course descriptions like little boats floating in the air.

and then there comes a leaviathan, a white whale (like moby dick in the film), and jumps, and eats them.

and i wake up in horror.

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parallel to the course description revision, i read. currently – rereading the prince by machiavelli.

nothing is new under the sun.