sometimes post

dear diary,  i know you are not my real diary, because i have no diary, only a scrapbook, and nobody addresses a scrapbook with ‘dear scrapbook’. well, i am rambling. and using my poetic licence to write imaginary things as i imagine them. so, dear diary… sometimes life tastes of dry leaves and burnt cabbage.…

epic again

so, this far: i have forgotten the mobile modem in riga. goodbye, internet communication. i clicked ‘do not save’ on a document i had been working on for six hours. goodbye, sanity (or is it reason?) i spent 3.5 hours travelling by coach, and listened to “Would It Kill You to Stop Doing That: A…

the unwritten

i thought about writing a long and maybe poetic post about my mother playing tetris. she was perfect at it. but i will not. because it would be too long and too poetic, and what is inside me is all raw and sore, and not poetic at all. she played tetris like a world champion…

there is respect, and then there is fawning over something

do i respect the generations past? i dare think i do. do i respect my ancestors…most of them, most of the time. does the above mean i have to spend my days sitting at their graves, thinking of their graves, talking of their graves? i think not. i guess i am a little angry with…

three chrysanthemums in a vase/the roses are all wilted long ago;//do not come to me, seek me no more,/what has been, is all passed and gone there was a time when your eyes/held my gaze so tightly,//but now, in these dark autumn nights/all i have is a sad smile. she who comes first, will have…

a little bit of spring

so, here are the results of my ramblings in apple orchard and other places full of spring. the gallery is rather heavy on apple-blossom, but then again, apple-blossom is among world’s most beautiful flowers.

the ninth of may…oh-oh

today i spent considerable time travelling through riga. because it is the ninth of may. and then i thought, this might illustrate the history a little:

innovative clock face*

i sometimes wonder**. what is wrong with the old clock face, with those little arms pointing at digits, a simple design we grew up with? what is it one gains, by abolishing the old and simple things, and craving the ‘innovative’? the curious thing is, that the ‘innovative’ does not mean ‘easier to understand’ or…

summarily a-b-c

tomorrow january will be over. so, this far: A) the Term paper presentations went reasonably well. part because my head of department clean forgot the invitation (i do think she missed loads of fun), and so the atmosphere was quite informal, yet shot with academic trends; part because i have the best students in the…

insomnia

creeps into my bed, following the patterns of moonlight. do i care? do i know. a friend said i looked tired. i guess i am. emotionally. but there is little respite right now. this week, and then two more weeks. to last, to survive. and then practice the non-celebration of birthday of birthdays. hide from…

escaped

thus, i have escaped, in great hurry, from the place i used to call home. the place is ok. there is nothing wrong with the place. the lake and forest and all things are, actually, quite nice. but the last four days clearly showed that place alone is not enough. not enough for one to…

spring

the one that brings the different green to all those woods i will not go. why, oh why is every spring that depressing? in addition, the hdd of my laptop died on me. now i am in the process of  changing computers, reinstalling, recalibrating, re…ng. instead of translating or having fun. but the grass is…

avalanche

one of our cats (the one in the pic, where he sleeps on the laundry, as was his custom) got killed by falling snow and ice from the rooftop. now the farm is un-catted, cat-less, bereft of a noble hunter.