Sometimes I wonder how much one can thank to Mr. Fleming from Scotland for being able to continuing blogging for the pleasure and benefit of all. Naturally there are small issues around this larger one, such as over-prescription and the probable reality that someone else sooner or later would have come along with the same fingus. But at least we can thank the guy for thinking that intellectual property, patenting medicine was... hm, I may say the paint wouldn’t carry it, gently than: stupid and inhumane.
I haven’t had tonsillitis for a good four years but I used to have it rather regularly. One asks if penicillin wasn’t an easily accessible drug would I always have come out of it? The counterargument of course that if it wasn’t overprescribed would one truly need it all the time? There shall be a balance somewhere but imagine if Mr.Flemming from Scotland thought that he should have the rights over the formula for making such drug and now it would be one of the most expensive drugs available that the NHS or KELA or their equivalent wherever you are (now feel sorry for all those living in the USA) would prescribe such drugs as penicillin only very rarely if ever at all for the impossible price it costs.
I live on welfare, staying home with my small child, a student otherwise... overpopulation wouldn’t be a problem if all lifesaving drugs would be unavailable for the poor. There might be some grave moral issues in such a viewpoint. I study a course on UN peace and security, writing an essay on Rwanda, more precisely the UN’s failure there in 1994. Freakishly depressing topic. To cheer me up we watched the ‘Battle in Settle’ a movie made from the 1999 events around the WTO meeting there. It was a bit of a relief at the end of the movie but the prologue came... Somewhere around there in that movie was something about medicines.
And I had not made a political statement yet at this point therefore this blog is apolitical.
It is hard to break away from the above topic and write something cheerful about family life in Szeged and I don’t want to rant about the doctors again. Altough this one was funny, she practically interrogated me about life in Oulu and learning the language and all. Planning on leaving the city of sunshine for some greener, more peaceful pastures. While I excitedly told all the happiness life brings in Oulu she already knew what was my medical condition and sitting three meters away she was probably safe. For the sake of the conversation she could have taken her mask off.
Monday 31 January 2011
Monday 24 January 2011
January 24ht
Distant dealings – time and special disparity – with my dermatologist have reaffirmed my previous standings about the local medical societies. I perhaps haven’t mentioned (while typing this i am on a computer off line and I cannot check on prev stuff as /shame/ I don’t have a record only on the net)... so bracketing doesn’t work for me, too long round sentences. Once I had a friend who did this all the time but he was rather amazing as he could close a sentence, well, a thought after several inserted – perhaps – lectures and long descriptions in multiple layers. I am talking of him in past tense as we have lost contact eventually although in the age of facebook this is clearly an overstatement or to be precise, hiding some truths. As i said it is possible i haven’t mentioned about our visit to the doctor with Ernest last week, the visit that was utterly pointless and only succeeded in letting us know that a bust dermatologist doesn’t have time for her patient whom she happens to see for the first time in her life. (typing in one go loosing where i started without halting for a significant time thinking what I actually started to write in the beginning is more impressive doing than reading). Well. It is a process.
Bytheway process, I seem to have, in cooperation with studies into A/r/tography (or sg like this-will never learn it) I managed to inspire Jen into blogging, within days her blog seems more popular than mine. I hope this is not the beginning of the end. Of course i should pick up an ideology and say that competition is good for society so there we go. We will have a happier relationship. Although I am not convinced.
In that visit last week we were also recommended something for washing with and finally I got around to the pharmacist today to ask about it, we went there originally for teething gel. I bagged the stuff, me trusting idiot and at home I realised they were water purification tablets. She could have said to boil the cattle, let it cool and use that to wash our faces with! There goes my new found idealism about free market completion.
So getting to the point, recovering from flu, which is heavy stuff for me as I don’t usually do flu or its associates. Feeling a bit better today and there has been some positive developments. Rather surprising ones indeed. I think I may have started writing this blog bitching about this state and now we had the nices surprise. Even though we were already told that our papers now belong to the state and we will not receive them back ever, ever again, today we received them. Nice touch. Said that I needed the consul in Helsinki to put in an extra few words for me. Another, even more surprising part of the day was leaving school in the afternoon when we found Jen’s shawl that Ernest and I lost months ago. An old lady was veering it. I mentioned to her that she is wearing our scarf/shawl and she admitted that she has found it. I was willing to buy it back from her but she wouldn’t accept money. It just felt somehow wrong to let her take it off. Only did so because I am not planning to go to Mozambique any time soon again.
Bytheway process, I seem to have, in cooperation with studies into A/r/tography (or sg like this-will never learn it) I managed to inspire Jen into blogging, within days her blog seems more popular than mine. I hope this is not the beginning of the end. Of course i should pick up an ideology and say that competition is good for society so there we go. We will have a happier relationship. Although I am not convinced.
In that visit last week we were also recommended something for washing with and finally I got around to the pharmacist today to ask about it, we went there originally for teething gel. I bagged the stuff, me trusting idiot and at home I realised they were water purification tablets. She could have said to boil the cattle, let it cool and use that to wash our faces with! There goes my new found idealism about free market completion.
So getting to the point, recovering from flu, which is heavy stuff for me as I don’t usually do flu or its associates. Feeling a bit better today and there has been some positive developments. Rather surprising ones indeed. I think I may have started writing this blog bitching about this state and now we had the nices surprise. Even though we were already told that our papers now belong to the state and we will not receive them back ever, ever again, today we received them. Nice touch. Said that I needed the consul in Helsinki to put in an extra few words for me. Another, even more surprising part of the day was leaving school in the afternoon when we found Jen’s shawl that Ernest and I lost months ago. An old lady was veering it. I mentioned to her that she is wearing our scarf/shawl and she admitted that she has found it. I was willing to buy it back from her but she wouldn’t accept money. It just felt somehow wrong to let her take it off. Only did so because I am not planning to go to Mozambique any time soon again.
Friday 21 January 2011
January 21st
We had steak.
I’m glad I can write it down. I think, I feel no shame. Even if our dinner means another nail in the coffin of our lovely climate. It was worth it. I can’t remember the last time I have had such a piece of meat on my plate( I think we may have had some at Christmas 2 years ago), and I am sure it was a first for Ernest. I got some pretty good meat at my local butcher – well sort of local, the market is 5 minutes away but serves half the county. The price was a bit under a euro for every hundred grams. I shopped till around 700gs and I thought Jen and I will eat ourselves to death on beef tonight but my children surprised me. It was a delight watching them chewing and sucking away on small chunks of meet slowly, comfortably. They looked like eating just cooked meat is in their genes, carried from the times of prehistoric days (and odd concept, prehistoric).
A new hobby has taken off in the house as I find some help in putting away the laundry. I fold up the clothes and Ernest continuously shuttles them to Liliom who then puts them away or puts them into their right places when Ernest gets carried away and thinks he knows where to put them. And now you shall go aawh, that’s so cute! But remember one thing or two. Yes I do involve them around the house, in the house work in a playful way learning about living and all that stuff that is so nice. I also am teaching them about industrialised life, breaking up processes into small, mindlessly or more or less so manageable pieces where time is of the essence and efficiency is the key. Perhaps one considers me a pretty miserable person for having a Marxist analytical spin on hanging out with my kids. No comment.
I would like some feedback on an entirely political issue. This will be the eating of the pudding actually because i was receiving messages about these blogs but I sometimes wonder – here is the Hungarian trust none, especially not yourself logic – so I wonder if Jen asked you to do so therefore I can feel important and loved again because... let’s not go there.
So the question ir around the event on Wednesday in Strasbourg in the EU parliament, were you aware that Mr. Orban was there, do you know who is he and if yeses are for these two than what do you think of his reception? It was fascinating to watch if you ask me – here goes the stay at home parent, loaded with background tv time. Altough I didn’t understand most of it considering only now and again someone talked in a language I do.
We have moved in on 15th August 2010. At some point this week we finally got around to have a curtain. I feel very civilised now. But you know, we do have some awesome views so maybe this is the delay
I have mentioned about river cottage before, how it has become a family event in the evenings. The other day after dinner they were for some change quietly playing away in the other room when just out of curiosity I leaned in the door and in a calm, easy going tone said the apparently magic words ‘river cottage’... within thirty seconds they were sitting on the sofa, organised, ready to go, I mean watch. It’s a nice show to watch with them perhaps for there can be something in it for everyone and thus the perfect relaxing together as a family achieved. A friend once argued with me that there is some point to TV. I remember I was not accepting her point, we just got rid of our tv maybe a month before. Now I see that at times, in ways perhaps there is.
I’m glad I can write it down. I think, I feel no shame. Even if our dinner means another nail in the coffin of our lovely climate. It was worth it. I can’t remember the last time I have had such a piece of meat on my plate( I think we may have had some at Christmas 2 years ago), and I am sure it was a first for Ernest. I got some pretty good meat at my local butcher – well sort of local, the market is 5 minutes away but serves half the county. The price was a bit under a euro for every hundred grams. I shopped till around 700gs and I thought Jen and I will eat ourselves to death on beef tonight but my children surprised me. It was a delight watching them chewing and sucking away on small chunks of meet slowly, comfortably. They looked like eating just cooked meat is in their genes, carried from the times of prehistoric days (and odd concept, prehistoric).
A new hobby has taken off in the house as I find some help in putting away the laundry. I fold up the clothes and Ernest continuously shuttles them to Liliom who then puts them away or puts them into their right places when Ernest gets carried away and thinks he knows where to put them. And now you shall go aawh, that’s so cute! But remember one thing or two. Yes I do involve them around the house, in the house work in a playful way learning about living and all that stuff that is so nice. I also am teaching them about industrialised life, breaking up processes into small, mindlessly or more or less so manageable pieces where time is of the essence and efficiency is the key. Perhaps one considers me a pretty miserable person for having a Marxist analytical spin on hanging out with my kids. No comment.
I would like some feedback on an entirely political issue. This will be the eating of the pudding actually because i was receiving messages about these blogs but I sometimes wonder – here is the Hungarian trust none, especially not yourself logic – so I wonder if Jen asked you to do so therefore I can feel important and loved again because... let’s not go there.
So the question ir around the event on Wednesday in Strasbourg in the EU parliament, were you aware that Mr. Orban was there, do you know who is he and if yeses are for these two than what do you think of his reception? It was fascinating to watch if you ask me – here goes the stay at home parent, loaded with background tv time. Altough I didn’t understand most of it considering only now and again someone talked in a language I do.
We have moved in on 15th August 2010. At some point this week we finally got around to have a curtain. I feel very civilised now. But you know, we do have some awesome views so maybe this is the delay
I have mentioned about river cottage before, how it has become a family event in the evenings. The other day after dinner they were for some change quietly playing away in the other room when just out of curiosity I leaned in the door and in a calm, easy going tone said the apparently magic words ‘river cottage’... within thirty seconds they were sitting on the sofa, organised, ready to go, I mean watch. It’s a nice show to watch with them perhaps for there can be something in it for everyone and thus the perfect relaxing together as a family achieved. A friend once argued with me that there is some point to TV. I remember I was not accepting her point, we just got rid of our tv maybe a month before. Now I see that at times, in ways perhaps there is.
Tuesday 18 January 2011
January 18th
So last night lengthily on the phone we discussed amongst other things the issue of developing gender apartheid. Have I ever said this is an apolitical blog? I started with mentioning the Guardian article which with Jen we were really happy to read. Finding out that stuff that we always been saying, knowing and finding bluntly obvious is also for others. We are not alone! Anyways he was shocked to hear how far a new genderistion has gone these last few years but of course I run into trouble here and there.
An interesting idea came to my mind though. We do have a perception of prehistoric life. A certain way of labour division, man – hunt, woman –gather which makes humans hunter-gatherers.
But we actually don’t have much records from that era? What if it wasn’t like that at all, what if the genderisation of society became an increasing reality in urbanised civilisations? After all how prehistoric life is being interpreted is rather telling. The findings are put together and guessed, speculated into a system to make sense but this system isn’t created by the prehistoric persons (as they are long gone) but some scientist in an incredibly fragmented, sexist and violent society. Naturally his interpretation will be seriously biased by his socio-cultural context.
I took Ernest to the dermatologist today. I probably should do this every other week. His skin has not been so pretty and healthy for a long, long time. The curse of Eczema and long waiting list I guess. So the doctor said that he just has some really beautiful but also very delicate skin which we need to take care of. Oh, really? But she didn’t really have much time for us, people are waiting outside! So doctor meeting a new patient for the first time ever about an incredibly complex skin condition judged a 3 minutes encounter is more than appropriate. I have no luck with doctors in Szeged. I bit my tongue. I may have mentioned before or maybe we were talking about it with Jen that Eczema is one of those condition that doesn’t really count as a ‘real’ medical condition. You kind of try to act and live as it didn’t even exist, just some minor thingy on the side, nothing important yet it requires constant everyday attention.
Newest development in our otherwise calm homelife is little inconsiderate hands grabbing after cups full of warm tea or coffee. I hope it soon will become boring.
An interesting idea came to my mind though. We do have a perception of prehistoric life. A certain way of labour division, man – hunt, woman –gather which makes humans hunter-gatherers.
But we actually don’t have much records from that era? What if it wasn’t like that at all, what if the genderisation of society became an increasing reality in urbanised civilisations? After all how prehistoric life is being interpreted is rather telling. The findings are put together and guessed, speculated into a system to make sense but this system isn’t created by the prehistoric persons (as they are long gone) but some scientist in an incredibly fragmented, sexist and violent society. Naturally his interpretation will be seriously biased by his socio-cultural context.
I took Ernest to the dermatologist today. I probably should do this every other week. His skin has not been so pretty and healthy for a long, long time. The curse of Eczema and long waiting list I guess. So the doctor said that he just has some really beautiful but also very delicate skin which we need to take care of. Oh, really? But she didn’t really have much time for us, people are waiting outside! So doctor meeting a new patient for the first time ever about an incredibly complex skin condition judged a 3 minutes encounter is more than appropriate. I have no luck with doctors in Szeged. I bit my tongue. I may have mentioned before or maybe we were talking about it with Jen that Eczema is one of those condition that doesn’t really count as a ‘real’ medical condition. You kind of try to act and live as it didn’t even exist, just some minor thingy on the side, nothing important yet it requires constant everyday attention.
Newest development in our otherwise calm homelife is little inconsiderate hands grabbing after cups full of warm tea or coffee. I hope it soon will become boring.
January 17th
stared typing last night but then my dad called and we were on the phone for two hours. this is how for I got before:
During dinner we have been listening to some classical music while Ernest occasionally pointed out to us the pretty piece of art hanging on the wall (yes all that one). Felt very sophisticated and on top of it... we had French toast. Which is also a very sophisticated name for a meal consisting of old, drying bread and eggs fried up in a pen.
Afterwards listening to Carmina Burana I had some memories brought up from the time I just got my driving license and i would roll down the street in my father’s car listening to loud music; Yello (can’t remember the name of the album but real 80s electronic stuff – it was already dated 15 years ago) or Carmina Burana. Back than I think I always carried around with me some four or five cassettes but these 2 were the hit. And then it hit me that Lili probably never seen one of these things and even if she has she hasn’t the faintest idea what on earth it might be. For her music comes on the computer, on an mp3 player or maybe on a mobile phone.
Now some would declare we lived through a real paradigm shift but I think that would be getting carried away. Maybe the format changed but the content is eerily the same. Lili was nagging on us for letting her watch something this afternoon so I put on Koyaanisqatsi, a weird but interesting yet still boring movie from 1982 about contemporary society and what a nonsense it is. Contemporary society. Some striking images. Looking at cities, highway systems and all that urban life I realised that apart from some small changes life is essentially the same. Even after all the crap we have enriched(hm) our lives with.
I found a fine book yesterday, something about human rights, considering in an academic manner, just didn’t have time to read it today. Every time i wanted to something interrupted me. Sometimes it’s a bum to have a life and kids.
During dinner we have been listening to some classical music while Ernest occasionally pointed out to us the pretty piece of art hanging on the wall (yes all that one). Felt very sophisticated and on top of it... we had French toast. Which is also a very sophisticated name for a meal consisting of old, drying bread and eggs fried up in a pen.
Afterwards listening to Carmina Burana I had some memories brought up from the time I just got my driving license and i would roll down the street in my father’s car listening to loud music; Yello (can’t remember the name of the album but real 80s electronic stuff – it was already dated 15 years ago) or Carmina Burana. Back than I think I always carried around with me some four or five cassettes but these 2 were the hit. And then it hit me that Lili probably never seen one of these things and even if she has she hasn’t the faintest idea what on earth it might be. For her music comes on the computer, on an mp3 player or maybe on a mobile phone.
Now some would declare we lived through a real paradigm shift but I think that would be getting carried away. Maybe the format changed but the content is eerily the same. Lili was nagging on us for letting her watch something this afternoon so I put on Koyaanisqatsi, a weird but interesting yet still boring movie from 1982 about contemporary society and what a nonsense it is. Contemporary society. Some striking images. Looking at cities, highway systems and all that urban life I realised that apart from some small changes life is essentially the same. Even after all the crap we have enriched(hm) our lives with.
I found a fine book yesterday, something about human rights, considering in an academic manner, just didn’t have time to read it today. Every time i wanted to something interrupted me. Sometimes it’s a bum to have a life and kids.
Saturday 15 January 2011
January 15th
Our plan for lunch yesterday was using the leftover meat from dinner the night before, making some mayonnaise-mustard sandwiches. Already that night this plan was ruined.
Ernest is out of sync a bit with our regular meal times. we finished dinner, tidied away and all four of us were about to sit down on the sofa engaging in our now regular family spot watching an episode of river cottage.
While waiting on Lili, Ernest came in munching on a bit of meat. Jen wondered where it may came from and in response he gave a ‘follow me I show you’ look. I did follow and discovered the plastic tub on the edge of the table. Picked it up to find a lid and put it in the fridge but Ernest grabbed my trousers and gently led me back to the room. He finished the whole lunch plan.
Today with the kids I went down to the zoo. It was so much fun!!!! Well. The weather was colder than anticipated, Lili wanted to explore the European animals parts which was a bit boring. The snow has melted long ago and now everything is brown and gray. The exact shading of the animals looked at. Ernest was beside himself when he actually managed to notice one.
Some giant eagle was sitting in the corner showing his back while near to as just at the cage-wall there was some half a dozen dead chicks. Lili said they were cute letting us know with some unbelievably cheese tone. I must think she is well educated and not used to seeing dead chicks. As a female of her age she knows that anything soft and fluffy, especially baby animals like chicks supposed to melt her heart but obviously didn’t think that once they become dead lying on the ground with twisted legs and bits perhaps they shall awoke a different emotional reaction in us.
Later on we walked by again there when eagle was eating lunch. It was really cute!
We had ours at the wolves’ place. They were hungry so close as they could come they sat down and watched us having our sandwiches.
Yesterday I the whole lot us made it to the spa. After so many months here finally we realized that the spa water here doesn’t make my skin, and Ernest’s skin peal off. So we shall become a more less regular feature. And I am sure that the completely regular ones will really enjoy it too.
Jen has decided to abandon exam season and write her bachelor thesis instead. It turns out that for some of these exams she would have to pretty much memorise a couple of dozens of articles, write a page essay of each and every one of them before the exam, memorize those essays because on the exam she would have to recite 3 of them. She wouldn’t be expected to present an understandning of what is written in those articles, how she links it to her existing knowledge, other fields, exp, etc and what may be her own analytical thoughts and comments are. It’s rather better to do some meaningful work than in Oulu she can do some other meaningful work for credits. Unless by the time we go back the wonderful effects of uni reforms in finland has begun crafting a similar system!
As for myself… hm, academic procrastination on a new hight. I actually will do some academic work in order to avoid doing some academic work! I accidently applied then got invited to attend an online course organized by tampere uni., Smashing, Though the introduction speech was... be diplomatic... looking for the right word... hm, lacked motivating aspects.
Ernest is out of sync a bit with our regular meal times. we finished dinner, tidied away and all four of us were about to sit down on the sofa engaging in our now regular family spot watching an episode of river cottage.
While waiting on Lili, Ernest came in munching on a bit of meat. Jen wondered where it may came from and in response he gave a ‘follow me I show you’ look. I did follow and discovered the plastic tub on the edge of the table. Picked it up to find a lid and put it in the fridge but Ernest grabbed my trousers and gently led me back to the room. He finished the whole lunch plan.
Today with the kids I went down to the zoo. It was so much fun!!!! Well. The weather was colder than anticipated, Lili wanted to explore the European animals parts which was a bit boring. The snow has melted long ago and now everything is brown and gray. The exact shading of the animals looked at. Ernest was beside himself when he actually managed to notice one.
Some giant eagle was sitting in the corner showing his back while near to as just at the cage-wall there was some half a dozen dead chicks. Lili said they were cute letting us know with some unbelievably cheese tone. I must think she is well educated and not used to seeing dead chicks. As a female of her age she knows that anything soft and fluffy, especially baby animals like chicks supposed to melt her heart but obviously didn’t think that once they become dead lying on the ground with twisted legs and bits perhaps they shall awoke a different emotional reaction in us.
Later on we walked by again there when eagle was eating lunch. It was really cute!
We had ours at the wolves’ place. They were hungry so close as they could come they sat down and watched us having our sandwiches.
Yesterday I the whole lot us made it to the spa. After so many months here finally we realized that the spa water here doesn’t make my skin, and Ernest’s skin peal off. So we shall become a more less regular feature. And I am sure that the completely regular ones will really enjoy it too.
Jen has decided to abandon exam season and write her bachelor thesis instead. It turns out that for some of these exams she would have to pretty much memorise a couple of dozens of articles, write a page essay of each and every one of them before the exam, memorize those essays because on the exam she would have to recite 3 of them. She wouldn’t be expected to present an understandning of what is written in those articles, how she links it to her existing knowledge, other fields, exp, etc and what may be her own analytical thoughts and comments are. It’s rather better to do some meaningful work than in Oulu she can do some other meaningful work for credits. Unless by the time we go back the wonderful effects of uni reforms in finland has begun crafting a similar system!
As for myself… hm, academic procrastination on a new hight. I actually will do some academic work in order to avoid doing some academic work! I accidently applied then got invited to attend an online course organized by tampere uni., Smashing, Though the introduction speech was... be diplomatic... looking for the right word... hm, lacked motivating aspects.
Monday 10 January 2011
January 11th
Around 11am I gave up and turned towards home. The coffee he drunk before we left the house some 2 hours earlier did not seem wanting to wear off. Of course he weas only waiting for this signal and fell asleep. There might be the odd question ‘why let a toddler drink coffee?’ but my comeback is Lili’s explanation on how she came to have drunk coffee when she accidentally revealed that she didn’t like coffee: she was walking with her tongue hanging out, she slipped and fell and her tongue accidentally got into the coffee cup sitting on the floor next to the sofa. Ernest’s explanation is so much more modest and straight to the point; I put my more or less empty cup on the table and i turned my back. Surely, what did I expect?
The past week’s biggest achievements are... hm, Jen is frantically studying for exams, writing blog entrie(s) and... well, she is having a stressful time. Poor little sowing machine is sitting on the side of the desk with the dustcover on. Lili is enjoying weaving and keeps talking about it all the time ( I prefer I recounts of school life). Ernest on our Sunday afternoon sunny walk and play in the park learnt to sit down on the slide all by himself and, well, slide down. It was so exciting eventually he stopped doing this in his excitement and would just throw himself down the slide. He had another one. Today while I was yet again talking to the greenpeace activist on the walking street, which happens sort of every time we walk there, Ernest discovered his tongue. Again. He does this at least once a week. And last but not least late this morning walking in town I caught myself thinking about my thesis topic! It was quite a surprise actually. Have been avoiding it for quite some time and now there it was!
In the afternoon I’ve found some old oranges in the fridge and decided to handpress some juice for the kids only to have the glass thrown on the ground. Was tempted to soak it up and squeeze and hand press the second time but i couldn’t.
Started watching river cottage, the very first episode. The pigs were cute. Or so we were told. Lili weaved. It was Jen’t idea, it’s a training video for our future rural life. We are setting up the online community as we speak. Just goes slowly with all this other bits to do.
And finally some politics too
The past week’s biggest achievements are... hm, Jen is frantically studying for exams, writing blog entrie(s) and... well, she is having a stressful time. Poor little sowing machine is sitting on the side of the desk with the dustcover on. Lili is enjoying weaving and keeps talking about it all the time ( I prefer I recounts of school life). Ernest on our Sunday afternoon sunny walk and play in the park learnt to sit down on the slide all by himself and, well, slide down. It was so exciting eventually he stopped doing this in his excitement and would just throw himself down the slide. He had another one. Today while I was yet again talking to the greenpeace activist on the walking street, which happens sort of every time we walk there, Ernest discovered his tongue. Again. He does this at least once a week. And last but not least late this morning walking in town I caught myself thinking about my thesis topic! It was quite a surprise actually. Have been avoiding it for quite some time and now there it was!
In the afternoon I’ve found some old oranges in the fridge and decided to handpress some juice for the kids only to have the glass thrown on the ground. Was tempted to soak it up and squeeze and hand press the second time but i couldn’t.
Started watching river cottage, the very first episode. The pigs were cute. Or so we were told. Lili weaved. It was Jen’t idea, it’s a training video for our future rural life. We are setting up the online community as we speak. Just goes slowly with all this other bits to do.
And finally some politics too
Friday 7 January 2011
January 7th
The snow is melting. it's slush
yesterday I forgot to mention of a story I was commisioned by Jen to report. she is not happy with me so here goes
It was around 8am when I was walkin home from Liliom's school. It was the day of the partial ... but it was too early to get slightly eerie dark. It was going to come later. However, it was nippy and cold and traffic had some sliglhtly unhealthy feeling to it. I was on foot though and getting through the crossing of the two main roads was really easy as there is a traffic light and local drivers obey the traffic lights. So my walk was boring and I was in my thoughts when someone stopped with her bike next to me and begun an apologetic explanation, a plea...
she couldn't but notice my awsome green headband and would really like to ask me where did I get because her son just got dreadlocks and practically ordered her to get him some green headbands and she has been locking for it everywhere but no only now when she sees me wearing this beutiful piece, this green cotton or is it wool(?) crown so would I please tell her from where can she get one.
During this I had to keep nocking her hands away as she seemed to be uncontrolabbly trying to take my headwear off my head. This would have caused my ears experiencing the minus five hence my nonpaciist response. She was disappointed to her it the grean headwear didnt come from a shop and next before letting me go, on condition it wasn't too much to ask she wanted to know why the green? is it some sort of rasta, dreadlocks thing? and she stated maybe she is just too uneducated and she should know but she didnt.
I laughed because if there is something with the green, I, who happaned to have his hear in this wonderful locks and happen to wear a wonderful, handknitted green headband should certainly know about it and not knowing... hm, if she is uneducated I would be outright ignorant, we parted. I hope Jen is happy.
Today I was falling into bad mood till I reminded myself that sleeping and trying to concentrate at life with a positive spin helps.
the rest of the day Ernest and I went on a trip, we went to big tesco, it wasnt the super big one (which would be a regular one in big city thinkning). I let him run around, he misses being able to just go. He loaded us up on satsumas, i got the rest of the shopping. Then we raided the shops in the mall and got some food. We actually managed to leave all shops and premises before we were asked to leave. It was a wild rampage.
I fell asleep on the armchair after we picked Lili up but woke up eventually only to be forced to engage in more papermodelling. It was a stegosaurus. Lili said it was a lot easier than the one yesterday. I explained that we just have a bit mroe clue how to do it. I tried to explain to her also that I am extramely afriad of papermodels and I only do them with her to make her happy and let her enjoy finding intersting hobbies and develop fine skills but she wasnt buying it.
yesterday I forgot to mention of a story I was commisioned by Jen to report. she is not happy with me so here goes
It was around 8am when I was walkin home from Liliom's school. It was the day of the partial ... but it was too early to get slightly eerie dark. It was going to come later. However, it was nippy and cold and traffic had some sliglhtly unhealthy feeling to it. I was on foot though and getting through the crossing of the two main roads was really easy as there is a traffic light and local drivers obey the traffic lights. So my walk was boring and I was in my thoughts when someone stopped with her bike next to me and begun an apologetic explanation, a plea...
she couldn't but notice my awsome green headband and would really like to ask me where did I get because her son just got dreadlocks and practically ordered her to get him some green headbands and she has been locking for it everywhere but no only now when she sees me wearing this beutiful piece, this green cotton or is it wool(?) crown so would I please tell her from where can she get one.
During this I had to keep nocking her hands away as she seemed to be uncontrolabbly trying to take my headwear off my head. This would have caused my ears experiencing the minus five hence my nonpaciist response. She was disappointed to her it the grean headwear didnt come from a shop and next before letting me go, on condition it wasn't too much to ask she wanted to know why the green? is it some sort of rasta, dreadlocks thing? and she stated maybe she is just too uneducated and she should know but she didnt.
I laughed because if there is something with the green, I, who happaned to have his hear in this wonderful locks and happen to wear a wonderful, handknitted green headband should certainly know about it and not knowing... hm, if she is uneducated I would be outright ignorant, we parted. I hope Jen is happy.
Today I was falling into bad mood till I reminded myself that sleeping and trying to concentrate at life with a positive spin helps.
the rest of the day Ernest and I went on a trip, we went to big tesco, it wasnt the super big one (which would be a regular one in big city thinkning). I let him run around, he misses being able to just go. He loaded us up on satsumas, i got the rest of the shopping. Then we raided the shops in the mall and got some food. We actually managed to leave all shops and premises before we were asked to leave. It was a wild rampage.
I fell asleep on the armchair after we picked Lili up but woke up eventually only to be forced to engage in more papermodelling. It was a stegosaurus. Lili said it was a lot easier than the one yesterday. I explained that we just have a bit mroe clue how to do it. I tried to explain to her also that I am extramely afriad of papermodels and I only do them with her to make her happy and let her enjoy finding intersting hobbies and develop fine skills but she wasnt buying it.
Thursday 6 January 2011
I forgot all about the things that happaned to me yesterday. should have written them down yesterday...
I remember hanging out in and around town all morning with Ernest. watching tons of Caprica in the evening. Should I say the ending was predictible? hm, I guess it was pretty pre-determined.
biggest thing: we finally, after 6 months caugth up with washing only to discover that we don't have enough wardrobe space. there is sweet irony here.
Ernest's new hobby is climbing on the table. Our new nigthmare is Ernests' new hobby with Lili adding her horrific, forced, loud laughter which she now started doing again. It perhaps has something to do with school. she wasnt doing it during the holidays. There is stuff that she learns there. the significant ones from other kids. I think so far she has managed to avoid learning too much from the teacher for she doesn't ask 'what?' or something like that when she doesn't get something. At least children teach each other stuff.
In the afternoon we started working on a cut out fold in a thousand ways then glue and hold for an hour paper model (ok, I was exaguarating). managed to finish. Lili kind of got bored for the glue is just not quick enough but she perceviered. perhaps better than I have. Ernest wanted to help and for a good few minutes he managed to sit or better say riggle on my lap and pay attention to what we were doing.
We also went to the doctor to get the next set of vacination. It was a bit weired but nothing impossible to handle. If you remember, the last openly bitching blog entry... of course I am in a bit better shape now. The doctor was a bit more relaxed too actually.
so this is it. I find ways to procrastinate from needed academic readings...
Politically... same same as usual, kind of bored of it now.
Jen said that nick cleg is increasingly looking, talking, moving (and probably thining) like the big mand cameron himself. hm
I remember hanging out in and around town all morning with Ernest. watching tons of Caprica in the evening. Should I say the ending was predictible? hm, I guess it was pretty pre-determined.
biggest thing: we finally, after 6 months caugth up with washing only to discover that we don't have enough wardrobe space. there is sweet irony here.
Ernest's new hobby is climbing on the table. Our new nigthmare is Ernests' new hobby with Lili adding her horrific, forced, loud laughter which she now started doing again. It perhaps has something to do with school. she wasnt doing it during the holidays. There is stuff that she learns there. the significant ones from other kids. I think so far she has managed to avoid learning too much from the teacher for she doesn't ask 'what?' or something like that when she doesn't get something. At least children teach each other stuff.
In the afternoon we started working on a cut out fold in a thousand ways then glue and hold for an hour paper model (ok, I was exaguarating). managed to finish. Lili kind of got bored for the glue is just not quick enough but she perceviered. perhaps better than I have. Ernest wanted to help and for a good few minutes he managed to sit or better say riggle on my lap and pay attention to what we were doing.
We also went to the doctor to get the next set of vacination. It was a bit weired but nothing impossible to handle. If you remember, the last openly bitching blog entry... of course I am in a bit better shape now. The doctor was a bit more relaxed too actually.
so this is it. I find ways to procrastinate from needed academic readings...
Politically... same same as usual, kind of bored of it now.
Jen said that nick cleg is increasingly looking, talking, moving (and probably thining) like the big mand cameron himself. hm
Wednesday 5 January 2011
Tuesday 4 January 2011
January 4th
Back to reality, atlough from the dates of the journal, one would never know that reality has been left and what may have been the quality of that alternative reality. Nevertheless we spent much of the day doing loundry and trying to reorganise our home to fit the stuff that one calles christmass presents.
Not having much furniture while a third of our home pretty much cannot be classified as living space at the moment it is a tiresome task.
Jen fell asleep in the armchair during the afternoon while I fidgeted with the computer, trying to make it work again. Ernest kindly stroke her hair from time to time - Jen's hair - which times I was scared he might get curious what if, what if he grabs and pulls? he didn't. In the meantime Lili grew tired of her drawing project and just started piling toys in the living room... I guess she finds it cosier there. The mess drives us crasy not her, not her concern therefore.
I spent much of the early evening fidgeting on the computer, another one, rather than studying, like I do while typing this. I could have, should be using this time for something like reading or studying. of course, if I didnt I would be sitting at a parents' evening in the school. Instead, I am at the reception. A fellow receptionist asked me last night to swap with her.
Heard news today that our imaginary dragon is hanging out in the lower Alps, near Graz somewhere around Pasail. he got there a a bit after we have left but called today he will stay on a while, sledging is fun he sais and I cannot but agree. We are back to the flat lands and it is boring. Dusty already even though construction works in the city are mostly stopped now. Traffic still takes its talls on ari quality...
by the way, about hungary
tomorrow it's the 5th. ha, that is some knowledge. But some group is organising a blackout, or to be more precise an international voluntary blankout of webpages. to support their not liking of the new lack of free media in hungary. I hope that big providers will join too. Imgine the echo if such pages as the bbc for instance went blank for a day.
Sadly, EU leaders eagerly welcomed hungary's taking over the presidency this january. of course, they don't want the rest of the world to get the 'wrong' picture of the EU, countries and leaders quarelling about stuff. Perhaps they forgetting the message, the picture they are sending by not doing so. priorities...hm. Recently talking about wikilieaks with a friend we were supporting each other's outrage of the treatment they got. European governments for instance let companies get away with treating wikileaks as a terrorist organisation, or even chip in themselves. I ask than why would they actually care about introducing formal censorship in hungary when it is already in the EU? Perhaps they are eagerly taking notes.
Anyways, as wikileaks' story shows yet again, or tretment ofanti estabilishment pacifist rallies (here talking of experience) what is classed as terrorism is what challanges the status que, or the 'official' development of society. Regardless what it is, movements, ideas, ideals and dreams, some of them are violent, some of them are increadibly progressive... that is not the point.
Taking another turn: I have seen some skislopes in that lower alps and came to the conclusion that there must be a thriving top of the mountain community in the alps as every year there are probably thousands of people who go up on the skilift and scare off from coming back down on the slope. I want to believe they settle doqwn and live happily ever after.
Not having much furniture while a third of our home pretty much cannot be classified as living space at the moment it is a tiresome task.
Jen fell asleep in the armchair during the afternoon while I fidgeted with the computer, trying to make it work again. Ernest kindly stroke her hair from time to time - Jen's hair - which times I was scared he might get curious what if, what if he grabs and pulls? he didn't. In the meantime Lili grew tired of her drawing project and just started piling toys in the living room... I guess she finds it cosier there. The mess drives us crasy not her, not her concern therefore.
I spent much of the early evening fidgeting on the computer, another one, rather than studying, like I do while typing this. I could have, should be using this time for something like reading or studying. of course, if I didnt I would be sitting at a parents' evening in the school. Instead, I am at the reception. A fellow receptionist asked me last night to swap with her.
Heard news today that our imaginary dragon is hanging out in the lower Alps, near Graz somewhere around Pasail. he got there a a bit after we have left but called today he will stay on a while, sledging is fun he sais and I cannot but agree. We are back to the flat lands and it is boring. Dusty already even though construction works in the city are mostly stopped now. Traffic still takes its talls on ari quality...
by the way, about hungary
tomorrow it's the 5th. ha, that is some knowledge. But some group is organising a blackout, or to be more precise an international voluntary blankout of webpages. to support their not liking of the new lack of free media in hungary. I hope that big providers will join too. Imgine the echo if such pages as the bbc for instance went blank for a day.
Sadly, EU leaders eagerly welcomed hungary's taking over the presidency this january. of course, they don't want the rest of the world to get the 'wrong' picture of the EU, countries and leaders quarelling about stuff. Perhaps they forgetting the message, the picture they are sending by not doing so. priorities...hm. Recently talking about wikilieaks with a friend we were supporting each other's outrage of the treatment they got. European governments for instance let companies get away with treating wikileaks as a terrorist organisation, or even chip in themselves. I ask than why would they actually care about introducing formal censorship in hungary when it is already in the EU? Perhaps they are eagerly taking notes.
Anyways, as wikileaks' story shows yet again, or tretment ofanti estabilishment pacifist rallies (here talking of experience) what is classed as terrorism is what challanges the status que, or the 'official' development of society. Regardless what it is, movements, ideas, ideals and dreams, some of them are violent, some of them are increadibly progressive... that is not the point.
Taking another turn: I have seen some skislopes in that lower alps and came to the conclusion that there must be a thriving top of the mountain community in the alps as every year there are probably thousands of people who go up on the skilift and scare off from coming back down on the slope. I want to believe they settle doqwn and live happily ever after.
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