Meni ovo smijesno...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0l4-QPYGBU
Saturday, 31 March 2007
Malo o politici...IV
CALL THAT HUMILIATION
Bas citam simpatican clanak na sarajevu-x, u prepoznatljivom maniru tvorca teksta...Monty Python...Monty Python...
Call that humiliation? No hoods. No electric shocks. No beatings. These Iranians clearly are a very uncivilised bunch .
Terry Jones
Saturday March 31, 2007
The Guardian
I share the outrage expressed in the British press over the treatment of our naval personnel accused by Iran of illegally entering their waters. It is a disgrace. We would never dream of treating captives like this - allowing them to smoke cigarettes, for example, even though it has been proven that smoking kills. And as for compelling poor servicewoman Faye Turney to wear a black headscarf, and then allowing the picture to be posted around the world - have the Iranians no concept of civilised behaviour? For God's sake, what's wrong with putting a bag over her head? That's what we do with the Muslims we capture: we put bags over their heads, so it's hard to breathe. Then it's perfectly acceptable to take photographs of them and circulate them to the press because the captives can't be recognised and humiliated in the way these unfortunate British service people are. It is also unacceptable that these British captives should be made to talk on television and say things that they may regret later. If the Iranians put duct tape over their mouths, like we do to our captives, they wouldn't be able to talk at all. Of course they'd probably find it even harder to breathe - especially with a bag over their head - but at least they wouldn't be humiliated. And what's all this about allowing the captives to write letters home saying they are all right? It's time the Iranians fell into line with the rest of the civilised world: they should allow their captives the privacy of solitary confinement. That's one of the many privileges the US grants to its captives in Guantánamo Bay. The true mark of a civilised country is that it doesn't rush into charging people whom it has arbitrarily arrested in places it's just invaded. The inmates of Guantánamo, for example, have been enjoying all the privacy they want for almost five years, and the first inmate has only just been charged. What a contrast to the disgraceful Iranian rush to parade their captives before the cameras! What's more, it is clear that the Iranians are not giving their British prisoners any decent physical exercise. The US military make sure that their Iraqi captives enjoy PT. This takes the form of exciting "stress positions", which the captives are expected to hold for hours on end so as to improve their stomach and calf muscles. A common exercise is where they are made to stand on the balls of their feet and then squat so that their thighs are parallel to the ground. This creates intense pain and, finally, muscle failure. It's all good healthy fun and has the bonus that the captives will confess to anything to get out of it. And this brings me to my final point. It is clear from her TV appearance that servicewoman Turney has been put under pressure. The newspapers have persuaded behavioural psychologists to examine the footage and they all conclude that she is "unhappy and stressed". What is so appalling is the underhand way in which the Iranians have got her "unhappy and stressed". She shows no signs of electrocution or burn marks and there are no signs of beating on her face. This is unacceptable. If captives are to be put under duress, such as by forcing them into compromising sexual positions, or having electric shocks to their genitals, they should be photographed, as they were in Abu Ghraib. The photographs should then be circulated around the civilised world so that everyone can see exactly what has been going on. As Stephen Glover pointed out in the Daily Mail, perhaps it would not be right to bomb Iran in retaliation for the humiliation of our servicemen, but clearly the Iranian people must be made to suffer - whether by beefing up sanctions, as the Mail suggests, or simply by getting President Bush to hurry up and invade, as he intends to anyway, and bring democracy and western values to the country, as he has in Iraq.
Bas citam simpatican clanak na sarajevu-x, u prepoznatljivom maniru tvorca teksta...Monty Python...Monty Python...
Call that humiliation? No hoods. No electric shocks. No beatings. These Iranians clearly are a very uncivilised bunch .
Terry Jones
Saturday March 31, 2007
The Guardian
I share the outrage expressed in the British press over the treatment of our naval personnel accused by Iran of illegally entering their waters. It is a disgrace. We would never dream of treating captives like this - allowing them to smoke cigarettes, for example, even though it has been proven that smoking kills. And as for compelling poor servicewoman Faye Turney to wear a black headscarf, and then allowing the picture to be posted around the world - have the Iranians no concept of civilised behaviour? For God's sake, what's wrong with putting a bag over her head? That's what we do with the Muslims we capture: we put bags over their heads, so it's hard to breathe. Then it's perfectly acceptable to take photographs of them and circulate them to the press because the captives can't be recognised and humiliated in the way these unfortunate British service people are. It is also unacceptable that these British captives should be made to talk on television and say things that they may regret later. If the Iranians put duct tape over their mouths, like we do to our captives, they wouldn't be able to talk at all. Of course they'd probably find it even harder to breathe - especially with a bag over their head - but at least they wouldn't be humiliated. And what's all this about allowing the captives to write letters home saying they are all right? It's time the Iranians fell into line with the rest of the civilised world: they should allow their captives the privacy of solitary confinement. That's one of the many privileges the US grants to its captives in Guantánamo Bay. The true mark of a civilised country is that it doesn't rush into charging people whom it has arbitrarily arrested in places it's just invaded. The inmates of Guantánamo, for example, have been enjoying all the privacy they want for almost five years, and the first inmate has only just been charged. What a contrast to the disgraceful Iranian rush to parade their captives before the cameras! What's more, it is clear that the Iranians are not giving their British prisoners any decent physical exercise. The US military make sure that their Iraqi captives enjoy PT. This takes the form of exciting "stress positions", which the captives are expected to hold for hours on end so as to improve their stomach and calf muscles. A common exercise is where they are made to stand on the balls of their feet and then squat so that their thighs are parallel to the ground. This creates intense pain and, finally, muscle failure. It's all good healthy fun and has the bonus that the captives will confess to anything to get out of it. And this brings me to my final point. It is clear from her TV appearance that servicewoman Turney has been put under pressure. The newspapers have persuaded behavioural psychologists to examine the footage and they all conclude that she is "unhappy and stressed". What is so appalling is the underhand way in which the Iranians have got her "unhappy and stressed". She shows no signs of electrocution or burn marks and there are no signs of beating on her face. This is unacceptable. If captives are to be put under duress, such as by forcing them into compromising sexual positions, or having electric shocks to their genitals, they should be photographed, as they were in Abu Ghraib. The photographs should then be circulated around the civilised world so that everyone can see exactly what has been going on. As Stephen Glover pointed out in the Daily Mail, perhaps it would not be right to bomb Iran in retaliation for the humiliation of our servicemen, but clearly the Iranian people must be made to suffer - whether by beefing up sanctions, as the Mail suggests, or simply by getting President Bush to hurry up and invade, as he intends to anyway, and bring democracy and western values to the country, as he has in Iraq.
The Gods Were Astronauts...IV
Written by ERICH VON DANIKEN
"...A human being is a psychosomatic unit. Now, neurological studies explain what is taking place in our "neuro-transmittor", the brain, and we can even make visible those electric impulses in the brain. But we do not know how they arise. Science and religion are working in the same human being. What is this spirit inside us that makes possible imagination, curiosity and even causes healing?
So where does the spirit come from? This is both a scientific and a theological question. Science gives answers to questions on the Big Bangs, on black holes and the expansion of the universe. Religious philosophers would like to know whether we are alone in the universe and whether creation only happened because of humankind.
Science and religion are actually compatible, just so long as religion is not dogmatic. Is there an intelligent designer behind the cosmos? Is God the first (and last) source for our whole behaviour? Even for our scientific curiosity?..."
"...A human being is a psychosomatic unit. Now, neurological studies explain what is taking place in our "neuro-transmittor", the brain, and we can even make visible those electric impulses in the brain. But we do not know how they arise. Science and religion are working in the same human being. What is this spirit inside us that makes possible imagination, curiosity and even causes healing?
So where does the spirit come from? This is both a scientific and a theological question. Science gives answers to questions on the Big Bangs, on black holes and the expansion of the universe. Religious philosophers would like to know whether we are alone in the universe and whether creation only happened because of humankind.
Science and religion are actually compatible, just so long as religion is not dogmatic. Is there an intelligent designer behind the cosmos? Is God the first (and last) source for our whole behaviour? Even for our scientific curiosity?..."
Napokon proljece
Subota je jutro, kafa se pije, evo sunca, mirise na proljece. Vancouver je specifican grad ove velike zemlje. Za razliku od vecine velikih gradova, klima mu je umjerena, ugodna, ali , nazalost,sa obiljem kise. Medjutim, sve ima svoje. Zbog te iste kise, koja mu daje prirodno zalijevanje, grad je cvijeca, parkova , zelenila. Urbani botanicki vrt. Proljeca su uistinu najljepsa (naravno, kada ne pada kisa).
Probeharalo je. Praznik za oci, melodija za dusu. Osjeca se zivot. Da ja zavrsim ovu kafu, i pravac napolje....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzUY2CelvhA
Probeharalo je. Praznik za oci, melodija za dusu. Osjeca se zivot. Da ja zavrsim ovu kafu, i pravac napolje....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzUY2CelvhA
Friday, 30 March 2007
Nadrealan Kutak...II
Malo je losa sinhronizacija slike i tona, ali nisam mogao odoljeti Djuri i Dr. Arslanagicu...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAlcY6uX7Lk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAlcY6uX7Lk
Quote of the day...III
" Svaka inteligentnija vrsta humora započinje time da čovjek samoga sebe ne shvaća ozbiljno".
Herman Hesse
Herman Hesse
Sarajevo '84
Jedan od najvecih dogadjaja osamdestih, i uopste, bijase zimska Olimpijada. Po prvi put, organizator je jedna socijalisticka zemlja, grad domacin, Sarajevo.
I tako, zasukase se rukavi radnih naroda i narodnosti, doprinos za ovo, zajam za ono, dizu se krediti, u izgradnju olimpijskih objekata , entuzijazam nije stran.
Prave se skakaonice na Igmanu, bob-staza na Trebevicu, gradi se sportska dvorana Zetra, renovira se Skenderija i stadion Kosevo, nice moderno olimpijsko selo, Mojmilo.
Maskota je , simpaticni, smedjodlaki vuk, od miloste zvan, Vucko. U prvobitnom dizajnu, imao je ostre zube, kako vire iz duge njuske, ali, da ne izgledamo previse krvolocno za njezni, kapitalisticki zapad, zubi su otklonjeni i ostade samo pronicljivi, vucji osmijeh.
Vucka si mogao naci svugdje. Od upaljaca, tacni i tanjura, do salova i rucno radjenih dzempera. Kica nije nedostajalo, ali, nas Vucko, nasmijan je uvijek bio.
Kako to biva s prirodom, nikad ne znas sta te ceka, tako da i tog februara, hiljadu devesto osamdeset i cetvrte, snijega nema ni za lijeka. Igre samo sto pocele nisu, sto bi nasi stari rekli, pred vratima su. Sta sad? Zovi vojsku, civilnu zastitu, omladince, dovlaci topove sa umjetnim snijegom, budi spreman na neocekivano.
Ali, rekoh ja, priroda je to, iznenada dodje snijeg. I to kakav. Mecava, smetovi preko metar, zabijelila se Bosna i olimpijske planine grada Sarajeva. Evo snijega i vise no sto treba. Opet zovi vojsku.
I tako zapoce Olimpijada. Na zakletvi, Bojan se Krizaj smoto ko sajla (kasnije jos diskvalifikovan u slalomu), Sanda Dubravcic zapalila olimpijski plamen, Primoz Ulaga se smrzo na Igmanu, Jure Franko osvojio srebrenu medalju u veleslalomu. Zahvaljujuci njemu, na padinama Jahorine, razdragani promatraci, pjesmom, povicima i transparentom "Volimo Jureka vise od bureka", docekali su prvu zimsku medalju za nasu zemlju. Svi smo tada bili Slovenci.
Pratilo se takmicenje u biatlonu, sankanju, umjetnickom klizanju. Gledale su se bolne grimase, trkaci na skijama i bale kako padaju zajedno sa njima. Bio si ponosan na sebe, organizaciju, zemlju svoju, bio si dio istorije.
Pored sportskih takmicenja, bilo je, naravno, i olimpijskog druzenja uz dozu bosanskog duha i kapitalistickog potrosackog izazova. Ljudi su bili obuceni u jednobojne, pernate jakne sa olimpijskim logom, a revnosni cuvari reda u civilu izdvajali su se iz mase zajebanim pogledima i spremnoscu da intervenisu na gore spomenute izazove.
I tako, prodje Olimpijada za cas. Na zatvarnju, pjevalo se Kalgariju, zahvaljivalo Sarajevu. Sportski objekti ostali su da zjape prazni, ubrzo dodje i rat, preostaje mi samo sjecanje na zimske igre i veliki snijeg jednog februra, hiljadu devesto osamdeset i cetvrte.
I tako, zasukase se rukavi radnih naroda i narodnosti, doprinos za ovo, zajam za ono, dizu se krediti, u izgradnju olimpijskih objekata , entuzijazam nije stran.
Prave se skakaonice na Igmanu, bob-staza na Trebevicu, gradi se sportska dvorana Zetra, renovira se Skenderija i stadion Kosevo, nice moderno olimpijsko selo, Mojmilo.
Maskota je , simpaticni, smedjodlaki vuk, od miloste zvan, Vucko. U prvobitnom dizajnu, imao je ostre zube, kako vire iz duge njuske, ali, da ne izgledamo previse krvolocno za njezni, kapitalisticki zapad, zubi su otklonjeni i ostade samo pronicljivi, vucji osmijeh.
Vucka si mogao naci svugdje. Od upaljaca, tacni i tanjura, do salova i rucno radjenih dzempera. Kica nije nedostajalo, ali, nas Vucko, nasmijan je uvijek bio.
Kako to biva s prirodom, nikad ne znas sta te ceka, tako da i tog februara, hiljadu devesto osamdeset i cetvrte, snijega nema ni za lijeka. Igre samo sto pocele nisu, sto bi nasi stari rekli, pred vratima su. Sta sad? Zovi vojsku, civilnu zastitu, omladince, dovlaci topove sa umjetnim snijegom, budi spreman na neocekivano.
Ali, rekoh ja, priroda je to, iznenada dodje snijeg. I to kakav. Mecava, smetovi preko metar, zabijelila se Bosna i olimpijske planine grada Sarajeva. Evo snijega i vise no sto treba. Opet zovi vojsku.
I tako zapoce Olimpijada. Na zakletvi, Bojan se Krizaj smoto ko sajla (kasnije jos diskvalifikovan u slalomu), Sanda Dubravcic zapalila olimpijski plamen, Primoz Ulaga se smrzo na Igmanu, Jure Franko osvojio srebrenu medalju u veleslalomu. Zahvaljujuci njemu, na padinama Jahorine, razdragani promatraci, pjesmom, povicima i transparentom "Volimo Jureka vise od bureka", docekali su prvu zimsku medalju za nasu zemlju. Svi smo tada bili Slovenci.
Pratilo se takmicenje u biatlonu, sankanju, umjetnickom klizanju. Gledale su se bolne grimase, trkaci na skijama i bale kako padaju zajedno sa njima. Bio si ponosan na sebe, organizaciju, zemlju svoju, bio si dio istorije.
Pored sportskih takmicenja, bilo je, naravno, i olimpijskog druzenja uz dozu bosanskog duha i kapitalistickog potrosackog izazova. Ljudi su bili obuceni u jednobojne, pernate jakne sa olimpijskim logom, a revnosni cuvari reda u civilu izdvajali su se iz mase zajebanim pogledima i spremnoscu da intervenisu na gore spomenute izazove.
I tako, prodje Olimpijada za cas. Na zatvarnju, pjevalo se Kalgariju, zahvaljivalo Sarajevu. Sportski objekti ostali su da zjape prazni, ubrzo dodje i rat, preostaje mi samo sjecanje na zimske igre i veliki snijeg jednog februra, hiljadu devesto osamdeset i cetvrte.
Wednesday, 28 March 2007
Alan Ford
Romani, stripovi, Zlatna Serija, Lunov Magnus Strip...svi smo mi , manje-vise, bili zaljubljeni u te slikovne heroje naseg djetinjstva. Ja sam bio pasionirani skupljac i citac, svega sto mi je u ruke dospjelo. Kupovao sam, razmijenjivao, imao na stotine. Ipak, jedan strip je odskakao od drugih. Alan Ford.
Po svom sadrzaju, crtezu, svom crnom humoru, junacima, satirickom prikazu tajne sluzbe, zapadnjackog drustva (pa cak i kapitalizma uopste), Alan Ford je bio obavezna literatura , koja nije trajala samo u ranom djetinjstvu, vec i kasnije.Osmislili su ga italijanski ljubitelji stripa, koji su se potpisivali pod pseudonimima Max Bunker & Magnus, a '69 izasao je prvi broj za njihovo trziste.
Surfajuci po netu, nailazim na interesantne trivije u vezi Alan Forda. Bio je preveden jedino na francuski i hrvatski, s tim da u Francuskoj nije zazivio, a u bivsoj Jugoslaviji, narocito Hrvatskoj, zahvaljujuci prevodima zagrebackog knjizevnika Nenada Brixija, postao je kult.
Meni je najdrazi bio Grunf i njegove parole na majcama . Trudili smo se da zapamtimo, i budemo u fazonu:"Naoruzajmo se i bjezmo", "Pijmo vise mlijeka, a manje nafte", "Bolje ziv kukavica nego mrtav heroj"...samo su neki od njegovih bisera. Cak smo stvorili poseban "alanfordovski" jezik , urbani sleng, koji i dan danas upotrebljavmo u svakodnevnom govoru.
Cijena, prava sitnica( hvala Sir Oliver).
Link na kojem mozete naci neke od brojeva...Alan Ford online.
http://www.stripoteka.com/
Po svom sadrzaju, crtezu, svom crnom humoru, junacima, satirickom prikazu tajne sluzbe, zapadnjackog drustva (pa cak i kapitalizma uopste), Alan Ford je bio obavezna literatura , koja nije trajala samo u ranom djetinjstvu, vec i kasnije.Osmislili su ga italijanski ljubitelji stripa, koji su se potpisivali pod pseudonimima Max Bunker & Magnus, a '69 izasao je prvi broj za njihovo trziste.
Surfajuci po netu, nailazim na interesantne trivije u vezi Alan Forda. Bio je preveden jedino na francuski i hrvatski, s tim da u Francuskoj nije zazivio, a u bivsoj Jugoslaviji, narocito Hrvatskoj, zahvaljujuci prevodima zagrebackog knjizevnika Nenada Brixija, postao je kult.
Meni je najdrazi bio Grunf i njegove parole na majcama . Trudili smo se da zapamtimo, i budemo u fazonu:"Naoruzajmo se i bjezmo", "Pijmo vise mlijeka, a manje nafte", "Bolje ziv kukavica nego mrtav heroj"...samo su neki od njegovih bisera. Cak smo stvorili poseban "alanfordovski" jezik , urbani sleng, koji i dan danas upotrebljavmo u svakodnevnom govoru.
Cijena, prava sitnica( hvala Sir Oliver).
Link na kojem mozete naci neke od brojeva...Alan Ford online.
http://www.stripoteka.com/
Tuesday, 27 March 2007
The Gods Were Astronauts...III
Writen by ERICH VON DANIKEN
"...Two powers control human thinking: science and religion. They move on different paths but both have the same departure point and the same goal. The cause? Curiosity. The goal? Knowledge. All our doing and thinking is about science and religion. What has faith to do with research? What has scientific insight to do with faith? A church that ignores the secure scientific insights is dogmatic and will not be able to survive in a planetary society. Self-righteousness cannot go with science. And the science that ignores awe and the inner voice of religious feelings will find it hard to exist as we, the religious ones and the scientific ones, live in the same world..."
"...Two powers control human thinking: science and religion. They move on different paths but both have the same departure point and the same goal. The cause? Curiosity. The goal? Knowledge. All our doing and thinking is about science and religion. What has faith to do with research? What has scientific insight to do with faith? A church that ignores the secure scientific insights is dogmatic and will not be able to survive in a planetary society. Self-righteousness cannot go with science. And the science that ignores awe and the inner voice of religious feelings will find it hard to exist as we, the religious ones and the scientific ones, live in the same world..."
Monday, 26 March 2007
Saturday, 24 March 2007
Friday, 23 March 2007
Here Comes The Rain
Umjesto proljeca...
http://www.cbc.ca/weather/conditions.jsp?station=YVR
Umjesto kratkog predaha...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaMNPlcJQjk
http://www.cbc.ca/weather/conditions.jsp?station=YVR
Umjesto kratkog predaha...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaMNPlcJQjk
Thursday, 22 March 2007
Proljece...III
Kise ne da pada. Lije. I nisu ovo moje spisateljske zajebancije, nisu ni frustracije, niti imam namjeru da se ponavljam u svojoj nemoci da napisem nesto drugo. Jednostavno, ovaj mjesec sunca vidio nije. Eto, poceo sam i da rimujem. Proljece je.
Danas mi ni kisobran nije pomogao. Sastavilo se nebo sa zemljom. Kisni ogrtac, potpun je. Navukao sam jaknu, kapu preko glave, zakopcao do grla, pogled usmjerio prema barama asfalta, nisko...Kisobran je bio smijesan detalj.
Mokar do koze, ulazim u predsoblje kineskog restorana, iz kojeg se cuje jazz muzika, graja i miris gingera. Da, dobro ste procitali; jazz muzika. Ljubazna konobarica, sa losim engleskim i jarko namaznim usnama, uvodi me i pokazuje sto. Sjedam, skidam se, otvaram sirom ispred sebe danasnje novine. Narucujem mushroom swirled egg soup i fish tofu cake.Ko jos misli na plivanje? A proljece...
Danas mi ni kisobran nije pomogao. Sastavilo se nebo sa zemljom. Kisni ogrtac, potpun je. Navukao sam jaknu, kapu preko glave, zakopcao do grla, pogled usmjerio prema barama asfalta, nisko...Kisobran je bio smijesan detalj.
Mokar do koze, ulazim u predsoblje kineskog restorana, iz kojeg se cuje jazz muzika, graja i miris gingera. Da, dobro ste procitali; jazz muzika. Ljubazna konobarica, sa losim engleskim i jarko namaznim usnama, uvodi me i pokazuje sto. Sjedam, skidam se, otvaram sirom ispred sebe danasnje novine. Narucujem mushroom swirled egg soup i fish tofu cake.Ko jos misli na plivanje? A proljece...
Wednesday, 21 March 2007
Proljece ...II
Kisa pada, mozda ce i snijeg. Super. Jos da ne znam koje je godisnje doba moja radost bi se ushicenjem zvala. Dosta, dosta, dosta, svega mi je dosta...pjevale su novosadske Boye. 90-te ili mozda 91.
U Vancouveru lagana susnjezica, ilirski brodovi na dnu Hutova blata, Tuzla pod opsadom pasa lutalica, Britney kaze da je bolje. Proljece je.
Jedna mi je ruka hladna, druga nije. Ima l' tu neka veza sa mozgom i stranama njegovim. Pitam , onako, zanima me, cudno je, zar nije? Gledam kroz zamagljen prozor nesto sto se proljetnim danom zove, pokusavam da odgonetnem siluete, oblike. Kranovi su mocni.Vrijeme je pauze.
Sklupcani kisobran zelenkaste boje, stidljivo stoji skriven iza masivnog kabineta. Ne volim kisobrane. Kvare se brzo, zaboravljam ih cesto. Trebam preci samo dva bloka do najblizeg restorana. Blokovi su prostor izmedju ulica. Kada kisa pada oni su beskonacni. Smijem se. Zaboravih reci. O plivanju neki drugi put. Stiglo je proljece
U Vancouveru lagana susnjezica, ilirski brodovi na dnu Hutova blata, Tuzla pod opsadom pasa lutalica, Britney kaze da je bolje. Proljece je.
Jedna mi je ruka hladna, druga nije. Ima l' tu neka veza sa mozgom i stranama njegovim. Pitam , onako, zanima me, cudno je, zar nije? Gledam kroz zamagljen prozor nesto sto se proljetnim danom zove, pokusavam da odgonetnem siluete, oblike. Kranovi su mocni.Vrijeme je pauze.
Sklupcani kisobran zelenkaste boje, stidljivo stoji skriven iza masivnog kabineta. Ne volim kisobrane. Kvare se brzo, zaboravljam ih cesto. Trebam preci samo dva bloka do najblizeg restorana. Blokovi su prostor izmedju ulica. Kada kisa pada oni su beskonacni. Smijem se. Zaboravih reci. O plivanju neki drugi put. Stiglo je proljece
Tuesday, 20 March 2007
Proljece
Spavao sam lose. Vecerao kasno, prevrto se po krevetu, budio tjeran mucninom unosenih masnoca. Mastao da sat zvoniti nece.
Otvaram vrata balkon, kisa i tama. Nemir je u meni. Zar je vec Mart dvadeseti? Kalendarski, stiglo je proljece.
Recite mi nesto lijepo o prolaznosti vremena. Ja ne mogu. Sedmicama govorim sam sebi da mi treba fizicka aktivnost, skijanje, a moze i plivanje. Nista. Onda pogledam kalendar, a po njemu, stiglo je proljece.
Gdje je? Pokazi mi. Da li su kisa i tmurni oblaci iskrivljenog oblika personifikacija proljeca? Da li bas za sve treba da krivim(o) globalno zagrijavanje? Gdje sam u svemu tome ja? Da krivim sebe? Necu. Tako je najlakse.
Treba mi promjena. Treba da se pokrenem. Treba mi samoinicijativa, sut u guz, rekli bi obicni ljudi. Vrijeme je da skinem zimski kaput misli koje stezu, obucem novo ruho, nesto lakse. Planiram da idem veceras na plivanje. Ali, to sam vec rekao.
Sunce je sada vise. Turobni martovski dan prijatnijim se cini. Hladno je i vjetar puse. Sareni pjesaci, zimogrozljivo stisnuti uz podignute ovratnike kaputa, prolaze cutke. Prave grimase bola, prirodna zastita od studeni sto obraze im grize.
Hodam sporo, kao penzionisani profesor, sa svojim imaginarnim djacima na skolskom izletu koji vodi nigdje. Samo neka je svijetlo. I bi svijetlo kazu stare knjige.
Prolazim kroz aleju misli. Siroka je i pruza se dugo. To je ona koju niko ne vidi osim tebe samog. Zamisljam bjelinu papira sa tankim smedjim linijama. Zar moje rijeci nemaju vrijednost? Zar su one male u poruci svojoj? I sta ako su male? I zar u svakoj rijeci poruku moramo da trazimo? Rijec je dovoljna.
I sta sad, da ceprkam po netu ili knjigama, za mislju nekog drugoga. Evo, ostavljam svoje rijeci. Sta im fali, zar se lijepim ne cine?
I sad, kao ovo treba da bude filozofski momenat prvog proljetnog dana. Potpunost upotpunjenja. Ako je uvijek na pocetku bilo svijetlo, neka bude i sada. Mrsko mi ici na plivanje. Stiglo je proljece.
Otvaram vrata balkon, kisa i tama. Nemir je u meni. Zar je vec Mart dvadeseti? Kalendarski, stiglo je proljece.
Recite mi nesto lijepo o prolaznosti vremena. Ja ne mogu. Sedmicama govorim sam sebi da mi treba fizicka aktivnost, skijanje, a moze i plivanje. Nista. Onda pogledam kalendar, a po njemu, stiglo je proljece.
Gdje je? Pokazi mi. Da li su kisa i tmurni oblaci iskrivljenog oblika personifikacija proljeca? Da li bas za sve treba da krivim(o) globalno zagrijavanje? Gdje sam u svemu tome ja? Da krivim sebe? Necu. Tako je najlakse.
Treba mi promjena. Treba da se pokrenem. Treba mi samoinicijativa, sut u guz, rekli bi obicni ljudi. Vrijeme je da skinem zimski kaput misli koje stezu, obucem novo ruho, nesto lakse. Planiram da idem veceras na plivanje. Ali, to sam vec rekao.
Sunce je sada vise. Turobni martovski dan prijatnijim se cini. Hladno je i vjetar puse. Sareni pjesaci, zimogrozljivo stisnuti uz podignute ovratnike kaputa, prolaze cutke. Prave grimase bola, prirodna zastita od studeni sto obraze im grize.
Hodam sporo, kao penzionisani profesor, sa svojim imaginarnim djacima na skolskom izletu koji vodi nigdje. Samo neka je svijetlo. I bi svijetlo kazu stare knjige.
Prolazim kroz aleju misli. Siroka je i pruza se dugo. To je ona koju niko ne vidi osim tebe samog. Zamisljam bjelinu papira sa tankim smedjim linijama. Zar moje rijeci nemaju vrijednost? Zar su one male u poruci svojoj? I sta ako su male? I zar u svakoj rijeci poruku moramo da trazimo? Rijec je dovoljna.
I sta sad, da ceprkam po netu ili knjigama, za mislju nekog drugoga. Evo, ostavljam svoje rijeci. Sta im fali, zar se lijepim ne cine?
I sad, kao ovo treba da bude filozofski momenat prvog proljetnog dana. Potpunost upotpunjenja. Ako je uvijek na pocetku bilo svijetlo, neka bude i sada. Mrsko mi ici na plivanje. Stiglo je proljece.
Monday, 19 March 2007
Quote of the day...II
"I don't own a cell phone or a pager. I just hang around everyone I know, all the time. If someone wants to get a hold of me, they just say 'Mitch,' and I say 'what?' and turn my head slightly".
Mitch Hedberg-American comedian (1968 - 2005)
Mitch Hedberg-American comedian (1968 - 2005)
The Power of Now
Written by ECKHART TOLLE
"...time and mind are inseparable. Remove time from the mind and it stops-unless you choose to use it.
To be identified with your mind is to be trapped in time: the compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation. This creates an endless preoccupation with past and future and an unwillingness to honor and acknoweledge the present moment and allow it to be. The compulsion arises because the past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whatever form. Both are illusions.
Time isn't precious at all, because it is an illusion. What you perceive as precious is not time but the one point that is out of time: Now.That is precious indeed , the more you are focused on time-past and future-the more you miss the Now, the most precious thing there is..."
"...time and mind are inseparable. Remove time from the mind and it stops-unless you choose to use it.
To be identified with your mind is to be trapped in time: the compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation. This creates an endless preoccupation with past and future and an unwillingness to honor and acknoweledge the present moment and allow it to be. The compulsion arises because the past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whatever form. Both are illusions.
Time isn't precious at all, because it is an illusion. What you perceive as precious is not time but the one point that is out of time: Now.That is precious indeed , the more you are focused on time-past and future-the more you miss the Now, the most precious thing there is..."
Sunday, 18 March 2007
Movie Quotes...II
PAN'S LABYRINTH
"...A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess' soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning... "
"...A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess' soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning... "
Ex-Yu Rock...V
DINO DVORNIK
Dino je takodjer, voljeli ga ili ne, jedan od onih muzicara ex-yu scene koji je radom i nosacima zvuka, osigurao sebi mjesto u istoriji.
Jedan je od prvih koji je uveo modernu produkciju , funk zvuk i plesni ritam. Imao je zesci scenski nastup, obogacen sirovom energijom i macho tekstovima. Njegov debi album "Ti si mi u Mislima"(1989) kvaliteta je koja traje...
Kasnije, koketira sa technom i drogama, dolazi rat, karijera i zvuk idu silaznim putem, postaje mainstream...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqkVV_4ajc4
Dino je takodjer, voljeli ga ili ne, jedan od onih muzicara ex-yu scene koji je radom i nosacima zvuka, osigurao sebi mjesto u istoriji.
Jedan je od prvih koji je uveo modernu produkciju , funk zvuk i plesni ritam. Imao je zesci scenski nastup, obogacen sirovom energijom i macho tekstovima. Njegov debi album "Ti si mi u Mislima"(1989) kvaliteta je koja traje...
Kasnije, koketira sa technom i drogama, dolazi rat, karijera i zvuk idu silaznim putem, postaje mainstream...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqkVV_4ajc4
Saturday, 17 March 2007
The Gods Were Astronauts...II
Written by ERICH VON DANIKEN
"...I am and I repeat this in each of my books-a believer in God and a God-fearing person. I pray too, every day. My poor brain is not capable of defining God. Many cleverer people than I have tried to, and still, for me, God is something quite extraordinary and certainly unique. I am in agreement with the great world religions: there can only be one God. And that which we call God must be infallible, timeless, omnipresent and omnipotent. Those are the very least characteristics we have to concede to God with deep respect. It will never be possible to describe God or to nail down the Holy Spirit anywhere on a timeline.
Science tells us, at the beginning, hydrogen was all there was, or the Big Bang. And what caused the Big bang? What was before the Big Bang? This Big Bang, the super-clever astrophysicists tell us, happened about 15 thousand million years ago and lasted a fraction of a second. But we are unable to explain that fraction of a second. Nothing arises from nothing-even the most intricate mathematical formulas will not overcome that obstacle..."
"...I am and I repeat this in each of my books-a believer in God and a God-fearing person. I pray too, every day. My poor brain is not capable of defining God. Many cleverer people than I have tried to, and still, for me, God is something quite extraordinary and certainly unique. I am in agreement with the great world religions: there can only be one God. And that which we call God must be infallible, timeless, omnipresent and omnipotent. Those are the very least characteristics we have to concede to God with deep respect. It will never be possible to describe God or to nail down the Holy Spirit anywhere on a timeline.
Science tells us, at the beginning, hydrogen was all there was, or the Big Bang. And what caused the Big bang? What was before the Big Bang? This Big Bang, the super-clever astrophysicists tell us, happened about 15 thousand million years ago and lasted a fraction of a second. But we are unable to explain that fraction of a second. Nothing arises from nothing-even the most intricate mathematical formulas will not overcome that obstacle..."
Friday, 16 March 2007
Ex-Yu Rock...IV
JOSIPA LISAC
Jedan od najvecih vokala nasih prostora...jedna i jedina...neponovljiva...Lisica. Poklonimo se...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3j8f2zNE50
Jedan od najvecih vokala nasih prostora...jedna i jedina...neponovljiva...Lisica. Poklonimo se...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3j8f2zNE50
Indie...II
Malo novih albuma sto preslusah zadnjih mjesec dana...
KAISER CHIEF-"Yours Truly Angry Mobs"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMDcOViViNY
THE SEA AND THE CAKE- "Everybody"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMi_7wv61OM
OF MONTREAL-" Hissing fauna, Are You the Destroyer"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VeIL7juFE0
PETER BJORN AND JOHN-"Writer's Block"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48hcp-zDpg4
ARCADE FIRE-"Neon Bible"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pyp34v6Lmcc
CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH !-"Some Loud Thunder''
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvw2cf0DJYA&mode=related&search=
TAPES N' TAPES- "The Loon"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5g2eUh7TWE
KAISER CHIEF-"Yours Truly Angry Mobs"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMDcOViViNY
THE SEA AND THE CAKE- "Everybody"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMi_7wv61OM
OF MONTREAL-" Hissing fauna, Are You the Destroyer"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VeIL7juFE0
PETER BJORN AND JOHN-"Writer's Block"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48hcp-zDpg4
ARCADE FIRE-"Neon Bible"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pyp34v6Lmcc
CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH !-"Some Loud Thunder''
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvw2cf0DJYA&mode=related&search=
TAPES N' TAPES- "The Loon"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5g2eUh7TWE
Malo o politici...III
ANKETA
Bas pregledavam jedan od foruma i naidjem na ovaj video klip, koji moze( a i ne mora) da nam priblizi politicku svijest prosjecnog gradjanina Amerika. Da li je uistinu neznanje osnovnih politickih cinjenica i svjetskih dogadjanja prava slika najmocnije drzave svijeta ili je ovo smisljeno napravljen video klip u svrhu nasmijavanja. I zasto se ja smijem, a oni su mocni...?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJuNgBkloFE
Bas pregledavam jedan od foruma i naidjem na ovaj video klip, koji moze( a i ne mora) da nam priblizi politicku svijest prosjecnog gradjanina Amerika. Da li je uistinu neznanje osnovnih politickih cinjenica i svjetskih dogadjanja prava slika najmocnije drzave svijeta ili je ovo smisljeno napravljen video klip u svrhu nasmijavanja. I zasto se ja smijem, a oni su mocni...?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJuNgBkloFE
Tuesday, 13 March 2007
TV
Za prosjecnu radnu obitelj socijalizma, televizor je bio epicentar svega. Drustveni zivot, okupljanje, edukacija, prozor u svijet.
Uglavnom je bio smjesten u dnevnoj sobi ili prostoriji sto blize kuhinji, tako da, istovremeno, mozes da jedes i gledas pokretne slike na ekranu. Sa njega je visio neukusni strikeraj iliti rucni rad (da se prasina ne skuplja) i neka druga glupost, vecinom kic-figurica ili suvenir s mora.
Prvo smo imali crno-bijeli, naravno, bez daljinskog, da bi, u skladu sa vremenom (osamdesete), u nasem stanu zasjao televizor u boji. Naravno, sa daljinskim. Gledali su se filmovi, pratili skolski i obrazovani programi, komentarisale haljine i voditelji emisija zabavnog karaktera, preuzimale serije bratskih nam republika, cekalo na crtani i dnevnik.
Otac je volio crtane, Mirka S. Kojotovski i Stripi, mati je pratila Dinastiju i Bolji Zivot, buraz je gotivio seriju Alo, Alo i smijao se her Flicku, a ja sam cekao na sport, muzicka zbivanja i Miru Furlan u seriji Putovanje u Vucjak.
Vikend je bio rezervisan za obiteljski rucak. Dok se prema nama sirio miris dinstanog luka, teletine i mladog krompira iz rerne, na prvom su programu prolazile reprize od prosle sedmice. Tacno u podne, termin za selo i poljoprivrednike,“Znanje-Imanje”, poslije “Nedjeljno Poslijepodne”, sa Sasom Zelepugin, Dunjom Lango i muzikom Jean Michelle Jarrea u pozadini. I tako polako, sati klize prema veceri
Navecer, crtani u 19:15, EPP, obavezni dnevnik u 19:30. Nakon njega, kratak izvjestaj iz sporta i vrijeme za sutra. Uskoro film ili neka serija, zatim “Hodoljublje” Zuke Dzuhmura, politicka emisija “Koraci” i treci dnevnik za one koji su propustili drugi. Na kraju, nocni program, strane serije i spotovi, Benny Hill ili Mucke. Uz televizor, osamdesete su se cinile lijepe.
Uglavnom je bio smjesten u dnevnoj sobi ili prostoriji sto blize kuhinji, tako da, istovremeno, mozes da jedes i gledas pokretne slike na ekranu. Sa njega je visio neukusni strikeraj iliti rucni rad (da se prasina ne skuplja) i neka druga glupost, vecinom kic-figurica ili suvenir s mora.
Prvo smo imali crno-bijeli, naravno, bez daljinskog, da bi, u skladu sa vremenom (osamdesete), u nasem stanu zasjao televizor u boji. Naravno, sa daljinskim. Gledali su se filmovi, pratili skolski i obrazovani programi, komentarisale haljine i voditelji emisija zabavnog karaktera, preuzimale serije bratskih nam republika, cekalo na crtani i dnevnik.
Otac je volio crtane, Mirka S. Kojotovski i Stripi, mati je pratila Dinastiju i Bolji Zivot, buraz je gotivio seriju Alo, Alo i smijao se her Flicku, a ja sam cekao na sport, muzicka zbivanja i Miru Furlan u seriji Putovanje u Vucjak.
Vikend je bio rezervisan za obiteljski rucak. Dok se prema nama sirio miris dinstanog luka, teletine i mladog krompira iz rerne, na prvom su programu prolazile reprize od prosle sedmice. Tacno u podne, termin za selo i poljoprivrednike,“Znanje-Imanje”, poslije “Nedjeljno Poslijepodne”, sa Sasom Zelepugin, Dunjom Lango i muzikom Jean Michelle Jarrea u pozadini. I tako polako, sati klize prema veceri
Navecer, crtani u 19:15, EPP, obavezni dnevnik u 19:30. Nakon njega, kratak izvjestaj iz sporta i vrijeme za sutra. Uskoro film ili neka serija, zatim “Hodoljublje” Zuke Dzuhmura, politicka emisija “Koraci” i treci dnevnik za one koji su propustili drugi. Na kraju, nocni program, strane serije i spotovi, Benny Hill ili Mucke. Uz televizor, osamdesete su se cinile lijepe.
The Gods Were Astronauts
By ERIC VON DANIKEN
"...If we start with the question 'What is God?', we could equally well ask, 'Who (or what) created God?' There is no end-or better, no beginning. Human beings made a father figure out of God, a person who commands and punishes, praises and criticises. This is certainly not what Cretion is about. Theologians argue that we should grant this creator being the ability to be able to transform into a person at any moment, and to take on human form. That may well be . But even then, this God-Person should retain its divine attributes. Naturally, I am familiar with concepts of God from different religions and philosophical schools, and in the end , they all boil down to the same thing: whatever God is, "it' should be eternal, timeless, perfect and omnipresent. It was Albert Einstein who coined the phrase, 'God does not play dice.'..."
"...If we start with the question 'What is God?', we could equally well ask, 'Who (or what) created God?' There is no end-or better, no beginning. Human beings made a father figure out of God, a person who commands and punishes, praises and criticises. This is certainly not what Cretion is about. Theologians argue that we should grant this creator being the ability to be able to transform into a person at any moment, and to take on human form. That may well be . But even then, this God-Person should retain its divine attributes. Naturally, I am familiar with concepts of God from different religions and philosophical schools, and in the end , they all boil down to the same thing: whatever God is, "it' should be eternal, timeless, perfect and omnipresent. It was Albert Einstein who coined the phrase, 'God does not play dice.'..."
Monday, 12 March 2007
Saturday, 10 March 2007
Ex-Yu Rock...III
OLIVER MANDIC
Nesto surfam netom i naletim na spot od Olivera Mandica. Bio je osebujna muzicka licnost pocetka osamdesetih, a njegov debut album "Probaj Me", jedan je od najavangardnijih (ako mogu koristi ovaj izraz) djela onoga vremena i drzavnog uredjenja.
Stvorio je kontraverzan imidz, transvestizam/homoseksualizam, kao koncept i muzicki izrazaj. Pored toga, njegov TV show "Beograd Nocu", koji nazalost slabo pamtim i volio bih ga nabaviti, bio je ispred svoga vremena po reziji i pjesmama.
Koliko znam, bio je dosta povucen, ili sto bi ljudi rekli, ekscentrican, i rijetko se sjecam njegovih intervjua ili novinskih clanaka.
Dosle su devedesete, nacionalna previranja, dosao je rat, njegova medijska i muzicka uloga diskutabilna. Nestalo je muzike. Ostaje mi sjecanje na "Beograd Nocu"...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFGObRscWas
Nesto surfam netom i naletim na spot od Olivera Mandica. Bio je osebujna muzicka licnost pocetka osamdesetih, a njegov debut album "Probaj Me", jedan je od najavangardnijih (ako mogu koristi ovaj izraz) djela onoga vremena i drzavnog uredjenja.
Stvorio je kontraverzan imidz, transvestizam/homoseksualizam, kao koncept i muzicki izrazaj. Pored toga, njegov TV show "Beograd Nocu", koji nazalost slabo pamtim i volio bih ga nabaviti, bio je ispred svoga vremena po reziji i pjesmama.
Koliko znam, bio je dosta povucen, ili sto bi ljudi rekli, ekscentrican, i rijetko se sjecam njegovih intervjua ili novinskih clanaka.
Dosle su devedesete, nacionalna previranja, dosao je rat, njegova medijska i muzicka uloga diskutabilna. Nestalo je muzike. Ostaje mi sjecanje na "Beograd Nocu"...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFGObRscWas
Regal
Doba kredita, nove se stvari nabavljaju, domovi i stanovi radnog naroda socijalizma se uredjuju. Ves-masine “Gorenje-Velenje”, televizori “Iskra-Kranj”, frizderi “Obodin”. Heklarija je neizbjezna.
Kupili moji roditelji regal. Masivan, u nijansama smedje boje, masivan, vizuelno mocan, a funkcionalno neiskoriseten. Vazda nekih ladica, pregrada, staklena vitrina i poprecna vrata sank-bara. Djeca smo mi, buraz i ja, stan je to dvosoban, nema se bas puno mjesta za igre. Otvaramo i zatvaramo vrata sank-bara, naprijed, nazad, naprijed. Je li ovo u redu ili nije, iskreno, djecje pitanje.
Buraz je glavni, stariji je i njegova se slusa. Jaci je, u alatu i inovacijama, spretniji je. Na sebi ima zelenkastu majcu kratkih rukava sa likom Tihija (Otpisani), cvrst stisak u rukama , odlucnost odraslog covjeks. Ja sam tu negdje, u blizini, osjecam da se nesto sprema, slusam sto mi se kaze, korisnim se cinim.
Iskreno i bez razmisljanja (koje je ionako rezervisano za odrasle), uzimamo cekic i ogromne eksere. Sad cemo mi to popraviti i roditelje nase obradovati.
Zakuco je braco ekserima od pola metra njega kao majstor pravi. U par poteza, pomicna vrata sank-bara postadose, nepomicna. “Evo ga ko nov, ne mrda, garant fabricka greska je bila”, ozareno je lice njegovo.
Da ubrazam pricu. Regal je fasovao, a i mi s njim. Ne znam tacno sve, stari se, detalji mi izmicu, ali sama pomisao na njega, bolna je.
Naposljetku, kad su roditelji prihvatili stetu , regal nam je sluzio za organiziranje raznoraznih sportskih takmicenja, kao sto su: mostarski skokovi, igre bez granica, jadranski susreti. Popnemo se na njega, udahnemo ozbiljno kao plivaci na televiziji i cekamo. Slijedi zavrsni skok glavom prema naprijed na kauc dnevne sobe. Nikada ga nismo promasili. Spretna djeca bili.
Kupili moji roditelji regal. Masivan, u nijansama smedje boje, masivan, vizuelno mocan, a funkcionalno neiskoriseten. Vazda nekih ladica, pregrada, staklena vitrina i poprecna vrata sank-bara. Djeca smo mi, buraz i ja, stan je to dvosoban, nema se bas puno mjesta za igre. Otvaramo i zatvaramo vrata sank-bara, naprijed, nazad, naprijed. Je li ovo u redu ili nije, iskreno, djecje pitanje.
Buraz je glavni, stariji je i njegova se slusa. Jaci je, u alatu i inovacijama, spretniji je. Na sebi ima zelenkastu majcu kratkih rukava sa likom Tihija (Otpisani), cvrst stisak u rukama , odlucnost odraslog covjeks. Ja sam tu negdje, u blizini, osjecam da se nesto sprema, slusam sto mi se kaze, korisnim se cinim.
Iskreno i bez razmisljanja (koje je ionako rezervisano za odrasle), uzimamo cekic i ogromne eksere. Sad cemo mi to popraviti i roditelje nase obradovati.
Zakuco je braco ekserima od pola metra njega kao majstor pravi. U par poteza, pomicna vrata sank-bara postadose, nepomicna. “Evo ga ko nov, ne mrda, garant fabricka greska je bila”, ozareno je lice njegovo.
Da ubrazam pricu. Regal je fasovao, a i mi s njim. Ne znam tacno sve, stari se, detalji mi izmicu, ali sama pomisao na njega, bolna je.
Naposljetku, kad su roditelji prihvatili stetu , regal nam je sluzio za organiziranje raznoraznih sportskih takmicenja, kao sto su: mostarski skokovi, igre bez granica, jadranski susreti. Popnemo se na njega, udahnemo ozbiljno kao plivaci na televiziji i cekamo. Slijedi zavrsni skok glavom prema naprijed na kauc dnevne sobe. Nikada ga nismo promasili. Spretna djeca bili.
Friday, 9 March 2007
Thursday, 8 March 2007
Wednesday, 7 March 2007
Retro...V
THE FALL
Jedan od bendova koji uvijek mogu da slusam. Dolaze iz Engleske, Manchestera (odakle ce drugo). Zaceti u post-punk periodu, i dalje prze, sviraju, dobru indie mjuzu stvaraju. Danas imaju status kulta. Glavna faca, sto bi nasi ljudi rekli, motor i cilindar benda, je karizmaticni vokal, pjevac, glasnogovornik ...Mark E. Smith. Njegov rezuci, mrmljajuci, na momente skoro nerazumljiv glas, trajni je pecat ove vokalno instrumentalne momcadi. Podsjeca me na Johnny Casha.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=We_mND4HpTg
Jedan od bendova koji uvijek mogu da slusam. Dolaze iz Engleske, Manchestera (odakle ce drugo). Zaceti u post-punk periodu, i dalje prze, sviraju, dobru indie mjuzu stvaraju. Danas imaju status kulta. Glavna faca, sto bi nasi ljudi rekli, motor i cilindar benda, je karizmaticni vokal, pjevac, glasnogovornik ...Mark E. Smith. Njegov rezuci, mrmljajuci, na momente skoro nerazumljiv glas, trajni je pecat ove vokalno instrumentalne momcadi. Podsjeca me na Johnny Casha.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=We_mND4HpTg
Liverpool-Barcelona
Iako nisam navijac, niti imam svoj klub, veliki sam zaljubljenik (i poznavaoc) fudbala. Volim tu atmosferu, emocije, porazene i pobjednike. Sinoc su odigrane neke od utakmice europskog kupa sampiona. Zakuhava se, igra se na eliminaciju, tako da su vec neki dobri klubovi, nazalost, ispali. Kao sto je, proslogodisnji pobjednik, Barcelona.
E, sad, ja to malo razmatram, pravim analizu sinocnje utakmice i donosim zakljucak da je trener Liverpoola, Rafa Benitez, pokazao svoju strucnost, postavkom igre nadmudrio Franka Rijkaarda. Zato se fudbal voli...
Kako? Realno, Barcelona ima jaci sastav. Njihov vezni red Deco-Xavi-Iniesta-Messi jedan je od najjacih u svijeu. Kako to da lopte nisu mogle naci put do Eto'o i Ronaldinha? Lijepo, postavka odbrane Liverpoola , bila je za udzbenike ove igre. Daleko od gola, van sesnaesterca, bez striktnog markiranja ijednog igraca, vec obavljanje odbrambenih zadataka kako se ko nadje dostupan. Svi na sve.
Jamie Callagher. Covjek je cistio i lijevu i desnu stranu i sredinu, bilo ga je svugdje. Perfekcija izvanrednog odbrambenog igraca. Igrac utakmice.
Za primjer. Barcelona u prvih 45 minuta, izuzev udarca glavom Rafe Marqueza, nije uspjela ozbiljnije ugroziti vrata Liverpoola. S druge strane, imali su srece ko niko, sto nisu primli barem dva gola. Drugo poluvrijeme, istina, imali su inicijativu, postigli gol, pobijedili, ali Liverpool ide dalje. Vise nego zasluzeno. Taktika ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmP_YVCaJ6U
E, sad, ja to malo razmatram, pravim analizu sinocnje utakmice i donosim zakljucak da je trener Liverpoola, Rafa Benitez, pokazao svoju strucnost, postavkom igre nadmudrio Franka Rijkaarda. Zato se fudbal voli...
Kako? Realno, Barcelona ima jaci sastav. Njihov vezni red Deco-Xavi-Iniesta-Messi jedan je od najjacih u svijeu. Kako to da lopte nisu mogle naci put do Eto'o i Ronaldinha? Lijepo, postavka odbrane Liverpoola , bila je za udzbenike ove igre. Daleko od gola, van sesnaesterca, bez striktnog markiranja ijednog igraca, vec obavljanje odbrambenih zadataka kako se ko nadje dostupan. Svi na sve.
Jamie Callagher. Covjek je cistio i lijevu i desnu stranu i sredinu, bilo ga je svugdje. Perfekcija izvanrednog odbrambenog igraca. Igrac utakmice.
Za primjer. Barcelona u prvih 45 minuta, izuzev udarca glavom Rafe Marqueza, nije uspjela ozbiljnije ugroziti vrata Liverpoola. S druge strane, imali su srece ko niko, sto nisu primli barem dva gola. Drugo poluvrijeme, istina, imali su inicijativu, postigli gol, pobijedili, ali Liverpool ide dalje. Vise nego zasluzeno. Taktika ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmP_YVCaJ6U
Tuesday, 6 March 2007
LOL
Jest' da sam ga gledao sto puta, al' mogu uvijek...
Zanima me sta bi sa voditelja...?!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HH0awSk7i8Q
Zanima me sta bi sa voditelja...?!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HH0awSk7i8Q
Monday, 5 March 2007
Russel Peters
Russell Peters (za one koje ne znaju), je kanadski, kako se to ovdje kaze, stand-up comedian. Zahvaljujuci netu, stekao je siru popularnost i to ne bez razloga.
Meni se svidja, jer iskreno, ovaj se kontinent bas i ne moze pohvaliti nekim smislom za humor. Vecinom su to suhoparni vicevi (barem za nas Europljane), nemastoviti i namjesteni. Russell je drugaciji. Prirodno je nadaren, rodjeni performer, i duhovito obradjuje skakljive tematike rasizma i predrasuda, multikulturalne nacije kakva je Kanada i sjevernoamericki kontinent. On je Indo-Canadian. Ne znam samo odakle mu ime Russell Peters...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVFvz7fkxUA
Meni se svidja, jer iskreno, ovaj se kontinent bas i ne moze pohvaliti nekim smislom za humor. Vecinom su to suhoparni vicevi (barem za nas Europljane), nemastoviti i namjesteni. Russell je drugaciji. Prirodno je nadaren, rodjeni performer, i duhovito obradjuje skakljive tematike rasizma i predrasuda, multikulturalne nacije kakva je Kanada i sjevernoamericki kontinent. On je Indo-Canadian. Ne znam samo odakle mu ime Russell Peters...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVFvz7fkxUA
Sunday, 4 March 2007
Saturday, 3 March 2007
Quote of the day
"If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee. "
Abraham Lincoln
Abraham Lincoln
Movie Quotes
Paulo Coelho
"...I ask myself: are defeats necessary? Well, necessary or not, they happen. When we first begin fighting for our dream, we have no experience and make many mistakes. The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.
So, why is it so important to live our personal calling if we are going to suffer more than other people? Because, once we have overcome the defeats, and we always do, we are filled by a greater sense of euphoria and confidence. In the silence of our hearts, we know that we are proving ourselves worthy of the miracle of life. Each day, each hour, is part of the good fight. We start to live with enthusiasm and pleasure. Intense, unexpected suffering passes more quickly than suffering that is apparently bearable; the latter goes on for years and, without noticing, eats away at our soul, until, one day, we are no longer able to free ourselves from the bitterness and it stays with us the rest of our lives..."
So, why is it so important to live our personal calling if we are going to suffer more than other people? Because, once we have overcome the defeats, and we always do, we are filled by a greater sense of euphoria and confidence. In the silence of our hearts, we know that we are proving ourselves worthy of the miracle of life. Each day, each hour, is part of the good fight. We start to live with enthusiasm and pleasure. Intense, unexpected suffering passes more quickly than suffering that is apparently bearable; the latter goes on for years and, without noticing, eats away at our soul, until, one day, we are no longer able to free ourselves from the bitterness and it stays with us the rest of our lives..."
Thursday, 1 March 2007
The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success...III
5. The LAW OF INTENTION AND DESIRE
"...in the scheme of nature, everything correlates and connects with everything else..."
"...intention is the real power behind desire..."
"...you intent is for the future , but your attention is in the present..."
The past is recollection, memory;
the future is anticipation;
the present is awareness.
Therefore, time is the movement of thought.
6. THE LAW OF DETACHMENT
"...in order to acquire anything in the physical universe, you have to reliquish your attachment to it..."
"...chasing symbols is like settling for the map instead of territory. It creates anxiety..."
The search for security and certainty is actually an attachment to the known. And what's the known? The known is our past.
Relinquish yuor attachment to the known, step into the unknown, and you will step into the field of all possibilities.
7. THE LAW OF "DHARMA" OR PURPOSE IN LIFE
"...everyone has a purpose in life, a unique gift or special talent to give to others. And when we blend this unique talent with service to others, we experience the ecstasy and exulation of our own spirit , which is the ultimate goal of all goals..."
" I want to know God's thoughts, the rest are details."
Albert Einstein
"...in the scheme of nature, everything correlates and connects with everything else..."
"...intention is the real power behind desire..."
"...you intent is for the future , but your attention is in the present..."
The past is recollection, memory;
the future is anticipation;
the present is awareness.
Therefore, time is the movement of thought.
6. THE LAW OF DETACHMENT
"...in order to acquire anything in the physical universe, you have to reliquish your attachment to it..."
"...chasing symbols is like settling for the map instead of territory. It creates anxiety..."
The search for security and certainty is actually an attachment to the known. And what's the known? The known is our past.
Relinquish yuor attachment to the known, step into the unknown, and you will step into the field of all possibilities.
7. THE LAW OF "DHARMA" OR PURPOSE IN LIFE
"...everyone has a purpose in life, a unique gift or special talent to give to others. And when we blend this unique talent with service to others, we experience the ecstasy and exulation of our own spirit , which is the ultimate goal of all goals..."
" I want to know God's thoughts, the rest are details."
Albert Einstein
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