par ikriem un filtrēšanām

un tātad iksestdienas epasta kārtošanas ietvaros, pārskatot spam folderi, konstatēju kaudzi ar piedāvājumiem kristīgam draugam palīdzēt atbrīvot dažādu āfrikas valstu bankās iestrēgušus līdzekļus (nez kāpēc kristīgam, vai tiešām parastie jau ir beigušies?), dažus apgalvojumus par tēmu, ka man piešķirti ciknutur dolāri saviesīgām kazino aktivitātēm, vēl pāris neklasificējamus gļukus… un šo:

a conversation

so i get out to get some food and stop to watch some starlings on their worm-hunt. behind me there is a kid coming from school talking to his grandfather. grampa asks [meaning starlings], ‘what birds are those?’ the kid screams happily, ‘penguins!!’ so much for education these days. (i’d not mind penguins in this…

lvls

today, at some point, holding my frame together with sheer willpower, trying to be sociable and coherent, i suddenly realised that all i really wanted, even longed for, was controllable levels of pain . nothing fancy, just that. gee, are my standards deteriorating and ideals imploding. Posted by Wordmobi

a letter

dear god, i am only a poet in a world of too many words. thank you for listening to my silences. faithfully yours, me Posted by Wordmobi

empty subroutines

how come that people use questions like “how is [person’s name here]?” without actually wanting to hear the answer, to relate to the subject? has this, too, become an empty phrase in english – like “how are you?” and “take care”, and “i’m afraid, i’m busy”? if you ask me, it is better to indicate…

broken strings

the strings that tie us into the heart of the divine. what happens if one tries the independence as in “no strings attached”? Posted by Wordmobi

time to hit one’s head

after three classes, one tutorial and 3 hours of reading essays and 2 hours of reading student research papers, i feel a definite feeling. rofl. i feel… aargh, i don’t know what i feel. i must feel, once i am writing about it…or maybe not. my head hurts. my head not only hurts, but also…

looking back at this year

not to sound so horribly depressive – as i have been lately – i considered to publish something more..funny or so. the ‘or so’ component turned out to be the stronger though. it is simple, and ppl do it on their blogs from time to time – i copypasted together the first few sentences of…

re-installing

your programme is not compatible with certain visual elements i have. shall i readjust my properties? what is your resolution? how many points can you bare? my processor initiates cooler to cope with data overload. maybe some consolidation is necessary, maybe we have to defragment relationships? every eighth crystal in our screen has gone blind.…

gemotion

who laughs last. i sometimes have this kind of conversations with my more skype-literate friends over a cup of beverage. see below. Posted by Wordmobi

raganu medniekiem

kādā jaukā veikaliņa plauktā atradās šāds uzraksts (foto sanāca tāds kā sanāca, jo vispār tur nedrīkstēja fotografēt): -30% Raganām. tātad raganu mednieki saņems mazāk naudiņu par noķertajām raganām. toties tiem, kuŗi augšminēto raganu vēlētos nezināmu iemeslu dēļ iegādāties, robs budžetā būs mazāks. lose some, get some.

tā to dara malēnieši 2

kur dodas malēnieši ziemsvētku vakarā? uz baznīcu? sēž mājās? nepareizi. viņi iet uz kapiem. sildīt mirušo garus. runāties ar aizgājējiem, pielūgt senčus. salt kapos lielā barā. tā to dara malēnieši.

tā to dara malēnieši

patiesībā jau es gribēju virsrakstu apmēram šādu: kā melnā humora izjūtas trūkums nacionālajā mentalitātē var būtiski kaitēt vietējās uzņēmējdarbības straujākai attīstībai, balstoties uz piemēru no nejauši novērota ceļmalas kroga dzimtajā pusē bet tāds virsraksts padarītu mana ieraksta slug (lapas pastāvīgais url) pilnīgi neiespējamu, un tāpēc es viņu tā nerakstīju. vērojot krogu attīstību lejasciemā, nevar nepieminēt…