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Sun is slowly getting closer to the horizon. Despite the rainy morning, evening happens to be very pleasant, with just a touch of wind, rays of sunshine delicately warming up the body. It is a bit hard to believe, but it is summer. Writing this post means that I am actually back to the reality, or to the routine. And indeed, except for a little sun-tanned skin, there is almost no reminder of the fact that I was out for some time. Habits are strong and hard to break.

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Dance, Dance, Dance

You probably already got weary with me saying I didn’t write for a while and now here I am blah-blah. Well, this time nothing new either 🙂 I still have to figure out whether it’s good or bad, heh. Four days of holidays (disclaimer: a little cheating required) is a luxury. Really. It’s been two days, very relaxing (and very active as well), and now feeling that I have two more fills me with happiness and excitement.

Murakami still rocks my life. Eleven books so far, and counting. That is, today I finished “After Dark” and started with another one. I still don’t understand what exactly I like so much about the books, but, well, honestly – I don’t really care – as long as it works. I’ll read as long as it reads, and then will read something else.

A new prelude from J.S. in my songlist (although, as usual, it will take lots of time till I get to play it the way I want to) – BWV 999. “Few” more to go 😉 Yup, still dreaming about playing entire W.T.K. sometime. Goals should be challenging, right? So challenging they are..

Now, why the heading. I regularly highlight and save for later entire paragraphs. This one seem to describe my attitude towards life nowadays far more accurately than anything I could have written:

“Dance,” said the Sheep Man. “Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don’teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you’restuck. Sodon’tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou’re tired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon’tletyourfeetstop.”

With spaces for rests. It is important to rest, they say. Well, now I am listening. Here I am, late Friday evening, listening to the street and some music, having a glass of wine and writing this. Doesn’t sound so bad, does it? 🙂

I wish everyone a pleasant weekend! And don’t forget to dance 😉


Inspiration and Routine

Where does inspiration come from? A sunny day, or a rainy one? People around, or solitude? Music, street sounds or complete silence? Because, ultimately, for good outcome one always needs passion, emotional attachment and – right – inspiration. I don’t think there’s an answer to any of the questions above, at least not a definite one – everyone has their own “thing”, something that keeps them going.

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Meet Hikari

Some news are just itching so much one wants to spit them out right away:) Well, with me it sometimes is exactly the case – I’ve been waiting for so long 🙂 And I feel like a happy kid right now. My neighbours, on the other hand, probably feel like a happy kid lives upstairs, and they probably already dislike this kid.. Either way, a happy kid wants to introduce his new friend 🙂 Meet Hikari. She is Japanese, so she received Japanese name. And yes, she is “she”. Just because she is beautiful (good enough reason, right?). Well. That’s it 🙂 Now it’s the quiet hour, so I can’t play it at the moment to its full potential, so I’ll just go play with a manual 🙂 Nice evening, everyone!


A Post of Dreams

Do you see dreams? I do, almost every night. Except, perhaps those days when I am exhausted to the core and I just switch off and feel nothing until alarm clock yells at me in the morning. Happily (well, who knows..), I also remember mine. Sometimes I think it could be nice to keep a diary – maybe someone would see it and will make a nice movie from the pages. Still, I never wrote down a single one.

Actually, the whole reason I am writing this post is a dream I have seen last night. Apart of a few really weird scenes, a dear friend of mine (probably it was just my [sub]consciousness) asked me, in a fairly rude form: am I really happy where I am? Nothing unusual: I ask myself the very same question every now and then (agile, yup), and I would have forgotten it, if not the walk through the city I came back from a few minutes ago.

Walking home, watching the city scenes unfolding around: people walking dogs, sitting in bars, shouting at each other, kissing each other; all happening under the dim lights of those so-much-familiar street lamps; all happening on those always-wet-streets, cobbles shiny with rain drops. Watching all this, I remembered the dream, the friend and the question. Watching all this, quietly, so that no one else could hear, I said the answer.


With Beatles As A Soundtrack

I made a few attempts writing earlier and all of them kind of failed. I don’t know, just didn’t seem the right time. Who knows – maybe even that post will go straight into trash. Or not? Life’s boiling around and within, with a Beatles as a soundtrack. Scales, chords and arpeggios. Interrupts, sequence locks, and completely fair schedulers. Uttanasana, adho mukha svanasana, vira bhadrasana. Code, tests, reports and talking, talking, talking. Breath in, breath out. And that way, in a loop – that’s about what it is about. Kompliziert, ne? Not much, and mostly enjoyable. With Beatles as a soundtrack.

Made it! Not into trash! 😉


There. Here.
on the plane

To be precise, something around ten thousand meters above the surface of the Earth. Well, or whatever the cruising altitude of the Airbus A320 is. Having read another (and this time, his first) book of Murakami, I felt a sudden urge to write something. So, I guess, you guys have to bear with me. What that’s going to be about – I have not a vaguest idea. (beware, lengthy)

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We’ve got Perfect Life

Just a post of a picture. For some reason I don’t have anything to say. I am changing, and sometimes I am not recognising this person I look in the mirror at. Not literally, of course I find those nooks and crannies familiar. But sometimes I do things I have never, ever done before. And I don’t feel anything. Like, you know, I should’ve felt something and “Bamm!” – no reaction. At all. No answer deep (or deeper) inside, as if the full-metal jacket covers me. Did I say, I have nothing to say? I lied 😛 Well, still it’s not much of value, but I guess that’s what blogs are made for (except those that are sold and used up as mass media). Either way, I am done for today. And I want a cup of tea. So I’ll go and help myself to a cup of tea. And marmalade. With orange peels. Be jealous. And have a great night/day/evening wherever you are.


Metaphors, Music, Murakami

I think this deserves a separate post (update: which, ended up very long, so beware). Well, at least because I read three books of the same author in a row (not that they were too long, but not short either), and I feel hungry for more. So, apart from bragging, I wanted to share my feelings towards them. The three were: The Wind-up Bird ChronicleNorwegian Wood, and Kafka on the Shore. Actually, some time ago, on a flight to Tokyo I read another one, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, but it was very different. Even at that time I thought that I liked the style of the writing. A memoir, funny, witty, interesting, with a deep philosophy (unexpectedly deep for a book centred on running, a sport). Something happened back then (I guess, life), and I didn’t follow up on my plans, so here I am, more than a year after – moving post-its to “In Progress” and “Done” and feeling very happy about it. Okay, time for me to start making sense.

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