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To all the good and bad people who have added Krzywy as a friend

Mon, 25 May 2009 21:15:01 GMT

Hey there I'm moving under the address nitrofieja where I'm gonna post as little as here - feel free to friend me again if you really can see a reason to ^^

Freud była kobietą

Thu, 05 Feb 2009 14:51:40 GMT

A delicious short article by Steinem: What if Sigmund Freud were Phyllis Freud? It's a mini-masterpiece.

http://www.abruptjunction.com/benjamin/misc/phyllis.html

Tue, 03 Feb 2009 19:50:05 GMT

W tajemnicy tajemnic, w sekrecie sekretów,
Pod podłogą piwnicy, gdzie widowni не ту,
Biały i ślepy kiełek niewart ni sonetu,
Karma spirytualna dla dżdżownic i kretów.

"Stroke the cat, you &#@*$!"

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 18:31:09 GMT

LOL
http://www.boyanoff.net/2008/10/29/poglad-kota-suka.html

Newest door pin-up

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 16:35:38 GMT

In a fit of eccentricity I washed up a Mount Everest of month-old filthy dishes that had been lying scattered all over the kitchen. Just felt like doing so.

dacutestfuzzyevah

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 19:46:29 GMT

I was deeply convinced that the cutest fuzzies that can ever be are hairy moths - until I found this:

Here we goes, go 2

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 19:42:32 GMT

[ Are the bloody images posted now? >:( ] Following the example of

varphokun, NF Pictures presents two high school class photos, and find me there folks. ( I'll remove them later. )

Słonimski

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 21:54:31 GMT

"Chociaż ci sprzyja ten wieczór mglisty
I noc bezgwiezdna,
Jakże mnie wygnasz z ziemi ojczystej,
Jeśli jej nie znasz?"

October 21st Anno Domini 2007

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 22:51:34 GMT

My newest door pin-up.

So.

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 18:46:04 GMT

It's been a whole month since I came to Aber. Here's some random observations I've been able to make so far.

1. In Aberystwyth, Wales, everybody who is autochtonic wears the surname Davies.

2. For the first couple of days after my arrival I was under a strong impression that I landed up in a Harry Potter movie. All these Privet Drives and Dursleys and Weasleys everywhere! At the first place where I stayed there was even a young Snape occupying the room next door :b I was in shock to discover that actually there IS something like the Islander type of looks.

3. Another impression I had was that I'm in the Witcher saga world. Plenty of Bronwens and Branwens, Rhiannas and Rhiannons, and there are even one or two Feas. And of course the Welsh language with all its double 'd's... ( The elf language in the Witcher saga was inspired with Welsh. ) One of the halls of residence is called Caer Leon! Not mine, unfortunately, but none the less I can declare myself a University of Forehell graduate who took up postgraduate studies in Kaer Morhen... ;b

4. The Uni campus is generally nice but the Hugh Owen Building in which my faculty is located happens to be the ugliest eyesore around. It is advertised as award-winning and indeed it looks like an architectural masterpiece of the late Gierek style. You could think it's a piece of the glamorous city of Radom transplanted onto the Welsh soil.

5. You can't go a hundred yards down any street without hearing the Polish speech. There aren't just "many" Poles here. Aber is in fact ~~colonized by~~ flooded with Polish people.

6. You can enter any shop, pub, fast-food etc. and say 'Hello' in Polish, and you will be serviced in Polish and get a big friendly grin thrown in for free. ( It's students like me doing their part-time jobs. )

7. All the basic brands of Polish beer are available in shops. There's also a Polish delicatessen in town where essential foodstuffs like vodka and Wedel chocolate cost twice as much as local products.

8. You go to St Winefrede's church to Mass and you are offered a Mass program in three versions to choose from: English, Welsh and Polish. ( For a small town like Aberystwyth, there's quite a variety of churches, from Anglican through an Elim place to a branch of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. St Winnie is Catholic. )

9. However, this isn't actually what I had hoped for. I had hoped to meet druids and be shown around a sacred grove or a stone circle, treated to some mistletoe jam, handed a leaflet advertising a Lunar Runes course, something in this style. Instead, I found a Celtic version of the Triple Goddess symbol, neatly tattooed on the ankle of a flatmate of mine. I decided I'd worship that ankle.

10. Bilingual policy: it can be noticed while eavesdropping on a conversation held by the locals that they switch from English to Welsh and from Welsh to English on average five times within the space of three minutes. The very same phenomenon can be observed during introductory speeches, Masses in various churches, fire talks etc. so you never know whether you can't understand because of the Welsh accents or because it's Welsh as such.

11. Welsh accents:

[random friend or flatmate]: "Nghblrblt?"
[me]: "Eh, what?..."
[r. f. o. f.]: "Nnnghrl-boing-boing-blt?"
[me]: "Uh, come again?"
[r. f. o. f.]: "Nnnghrl-screech-glblt-kof-kof-ngh-boing-boing-blirp?"
[me]: "Sorry, can you repeat it once again? Slowly and with spaces between the words?"
[r. f. o. f.]: "How. Are. You. Doing?"
[me]: "Ah, fine..."

Now that I've spent a month in Aber, I don't need to have every sentence repeated three times, but there are also people from the North and from London whom I still hardly understand. My English let me down badly.

12. The abundance of redheads of all shades is absolutely delightful.

13. A selection of curious questions I was asked:

"What's a Catholic doing in an Anglican church?"

"What is a pagan and heretic doing on a meeting for Christian youth?"

"Have you prayed to God to make you understand that the booklet inviting to the Mormon
faith we had given you is telling the truth?" ( "Yes I have but He told me that..." )

"You believe in God???"

"The Catchinsky bros.? Who are they? Never heard of." ( I envy. )

Greetings from Aberystwyth, Wales

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 11:52:20 GMT

Soon it will have been a whole month since I joined the Polish Invader Army and came to the fair land of polite people and lousy food, and I still haven't posted any of the deep thoughts I wanted to share, such as "The food IS worse indeed, and people ARE generally politer". But I will :)

[ Robert Burns ]

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 12:59:17 GMT

"O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us
And foolish notion."

I found and memorized this piece about five years ago and I still don't know what to make of the last verse.

Iroha again

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 16:14:57 GMT

The Iroha poem with readings in Korean alphabet han geul written under each syllabogram. I used it as an illustration for my thesis.

Iroha

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 10:05:34 GMT

Here's something I made a part of my Master's thesis. It's a poem by a Buddhist monk Kūkai who is also said to be the one who invented and designed the hiragana syllabary. ( Though in fact he probably isn't, hiragana evolved from the calligraphic cursive style just out of itself. ) For centuries the poem was used as an alphabet.

いろはにほへと
ちりぬるを
わかよたれそ
つねならむ
うゐのおくやま
けふこえて
あさきゆめみし
ゑひもせす

i ro ha ni ho he to
chi ri nu ru wo
wa ka yo ta re so
tsu ne na ra mu
u wi no o ku ya ma
ke fu ko e te
a sa ki yu me mi shi
we hi mo se su

The text of the poem in kanji and kana, voiced where appropriate, is:

色は匂へど
散りぬるを
我が世誰ぞ
常ならむ
有為の奥山
今日越えて
浅き夢見じ
酔ひもせず

In modern reading it sounds like this:

Iro wa nioedo
Chirinuru wo
Waga yo tare zo
Tsune naran
Ui no okuyama
Kyou koete
Asaki yume miji
Ei mo sezu

As is required in traditional Japanese poetry, each line contains either five or seven moras.

Three versions of English translation I found:

As flowers are brilliant but [inevitably] fall,
who could remain constant in our world? [No one could]
Today let us transcend the high mountain of transience,
and there will be no more shallow dreaming, no more drunkenness.

Colors are fragrant, but they fade away.
In this world of ours none lasts forever.
Today cross the high mountain of life's illusions [ i.e. rise above the physical world ],
and there will be no more shallow dreaming, no more drunkenness [ i .e. there will be no more uneasiness, no more temptations ].

Youthfulness shines, but scatters
and who, in this world, is forever?
Today, I climb the deep mountains of life's vicissitudes,
and I will not see shallow dreams. Nor will I get drunk.

And a Polish translation I created myself especially for the thesis:

Krasa zachwyca,
Lecz blednie z upływem czasu;
Na tym łez padole
Nic nie trwa wiecznie.
Przebądź dziś wysokie góry
Złudzeń tego życia,
A nie zaznasz więcej płytkich snów
Ni odurzenia.

It's interesting that the old Japanese word "iro" 色 can be so accurately translated into old Polish "krasa" - both words mean "color" and both bring associations with physical beauty.

Don't joke. He won't laugh

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 20:13:47 GMT

How To Help Your Friend’s Brainache

„ Notice that he’s missing. He hid. Find him.

“Look for him in the cellar, where slugs and hairy black spiders lurk.

„ Avoid sudden movements, flashes of harsh light, slamming the door and making other painful noise. Especially don’t speak too loud. Soften your voice for him. He is blinded and deafened by the chaos enough already, don’t make it worse.

“Don’t force him to anything. Don’t demand anything from him.

“Don’t give him advice. It’s useless.

“Don’t joke. He won’t laugh.

“Do NOT comfort him.

“Don’t take it lightly. Don’t take it too gravely either.

“Offer concrete help. Do the shopping for him, make something light to eat.

“No coffee. Bring him a cup of tea. Not tepid, not boiling hot, not unsweetened, not oversweetened. With a slice of lemon.

“Don’t expect that he will tell you what hurts him. Don’t believe when he says ‘Nothing’. Turn on your damn empathy if you can.

“Don’t tug him, don’t hurry him up. He WILL move slowly and with effort. Imagine that he’s freshly sunburnt all over his skin and suffers from rheumatic pains in his joints.

“Don’t expect him to think. He should be able to perform simple tasks that don’t require much computing power but you have to tell him what to do – one step, and then the next when he’s finished with the previous one. ‘Get a plate from the cupboard. Spread bread with butter. Done? Put the kettle on.’ It isn’t hard for you to choose which of those stupid little mundane things to do first. For him – it is. So just put them in any feasible order and don’t lose patience.

“Should you suppose he may need something and you can’t guess it yourself, frame questions so as to reduce the number of possible answers to the problem to ‘Yes’ or ‘No’. So, instead of: ‘What else can I do for you?’, ‘What would you like me to bring you?’, say: ‘Shall I bring you a blanket?’ ( You don’t actually need to ask about this. You can assume he is cold. He’s low on energy, physically too. ) If you can’t make it a yes-or-no question, repeat it three times. If you ask once or twice, you’ll only hear ‘No, it’s OK, I don’t need anything’.

“Change the sheets, pick some clean clothes for him to get changed later, prepare a warm bath and take care that he isn’t trying to drown himself.

“If the place is noisy, make it silent – blow up the nearby disco, murder the neighbors, or take him somewhere less polluted with noise. Air the room and darken it completely for night. The thing is: sensory deprivation.

“When there’s nothing more to do, just stay with him. Maybe it’ll keep the slugs and hairy black spiders away.

“Don’t think that if you followed all the above instructions, the problem is solved. It isn’t. It’s just kind of you that you bothered to do it. If you really mean to be helpful, you’ll have to come tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and at least for the next couple of days, until he’s well enough to take care of himself.

“Don’t ask him every five minutes how he is feeling. Don’t ask about it at all. He can’t promise he will get better soon. Your best bet is to get him through it.

„Be aware that WHAT you actually do means less that the fact that you DO it – that you spend your time, energy and attention on him, while you could be doing your own urgent stuff, socializing with more entertaining people, or sitting on the couch watching television.”

Alphonse Mucha's exhibition in the National Museum

Thu, 07 Jun 2007 13:00:44 GMT

I thought I liked his jewelry, home utensils & stuff designs best, because that's how I wish I could record my own ideas on paper: with perfect accuracy and photographic realism. I also liked the Slav Epic, quite naturally, for the general Slavophilia that the Japanese Studies OD gave me. I just didn't know his other paintings and sketches were so astonishingly different from the lovely, colorful, light and easy art nouveau posters and graphics everybody associates with Mucha and all shoujou *artists* are so passionately and never successfully trying to copy. Mucha's other face is closer to the actual artistry ( or to what I consider the actual artistry ): full of mugen ( 夢幻, mysterious depth ), ambiguous, disturbing. Pastel sketches of visions ( visions! ) having something of Witkacy's peyote hallucination images to them. Hyperrealistic pencil sketches of faces that are more of psychological portraits than just drawing drill. And the paintings-- not less elaborately composed than the decorative graphics and designs, but much less obvious, more discreet. Hazy. Shadowy. Somewhat Kafkian, or Kafka-esque, if you know what I mean by that. And concentrated around the authentic thought and feeling rather than on the effect.

Madonna of the Lilies

Woman in the Wilderness aka Star and Siberia

Jaroslava [ Mucha's daughter ]

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 13:12:21 GMT

Dead ladybug

Tue, 22 May 2007 12:33:40 GMT

Inspiration derived from bane_6's Ladybug Entropy War stories.

[copied from Varpho's LJ]

Mon, 07 May 2007 09:51:31 GMT

Comment on this post, and I will:
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - a song, a color, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Associate you with a character.
6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7. Tell you my favorite user picture of yours.
In return, I ask you to repost the questions in your LJ.
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Sventevith of Ruegen Island

Ten books II

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 20:05:35 GMT

All of them were in Pl this time.

1. Walter Moers "The City of Dreaming Books".
2. Isaac Bashevis Singer "The Magician of Lublin".
3. Zofja Kossak "Beatum Scelus".
4. William Faulkner "The Unvanquished".
5. Elżbieta Tabakowska "Gramatyka i obrazowanie. Wprowadzenie do językoznawstwa kognitywnego", horrid technobabble on cognitive linguistics.
6. Edward Szymański, Collected Poems, the worst kind of poetry imaginable.
7. Various authors "The Reef of the Three Skeletons", a collection of short stories. In the first story, men are being eaten alive by rats. In the second story, men are being eaten alive by ants. In the penultimate story, a man is being eaten alive by spiders. The last story is Daphne du Maurier's "The Birds".
8. Angela Carter "Black Venus".
9. Joseph Heller "Catch-22".
10. Amelie Nothomb "Loving Sabotage".

in urgent need of inspiration

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 21:25:34 GMT

Somebody please write me a one-page comic script in Lenore style, about seven little snakes and two eels, all of them made of rubber. Seriously!

Found it!!

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 14:14:32 GMT

http://digitaljournalist.org/issue0410/adams36.html

Ten books down...

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 16:26:32 GMT

Though absurd as it can be, my sense of humor has been acting up recently. I joined the Book Challenge for better motivation and for the thrill of snobbery - that is, to show off my polyglot skills - and so the time has come to present my first crop, and I can't help laughing. In a somewhat hebephrenic manner. Hm. Look, I tamed a certain amount of chaos and brought it to form a neat round list of ten checked off items... Is there anything funny about disentropization???

Anyways, here they are.

1. Turgenev's short stories, in Polish.
2. Orwell's "Animal Farm", this time in English.
3. Bolesław Prus "Omyłka" ( The Mistake ), 96 pages, mid-war orthography!! *drools*
4. Richard Fortey "Life. An Unauthorised Biography", in Pl, about 250 pages. *swoons*
5. Lafcadio Hearn "Kwaidan", this time in English.
6. Lafcadio Hearn "In Ghostly Japan", in English.
7. Lin Cochran "Edgar Cayce. On Secrets of the Universe", in Pl, 233 pages, crap.
8. John Steinbeck "Tortilla Flat", in Pl, 157 pages. Goooood. I like Steinbeck.
9. Victor Hugo "Bug-Jargal", in Pl, 232 pages.
10. Agatha Christie "And Then There Were None", in Pl, 159 pages*.

( As for the number of pages I've read, I'll try to count the total up later but it doesn't seem too reliable a way of measuring anything because number of characters per page varies from 100-150 of a pocket paperback to three times as much in an economical printout's case. )

Reading in progress:
Yoshimoto Banana "Kitchin"
Zofja Kossak "Beatum Scelus"
Tadeusz Miciński "Nietota"
Edward Szymański "Wiersze wybrane" (Selected Poems)
author unknown "The Book of Veles"
Joseph Smith, Jr./Mormon "The Book of Mormon"
Lafcadio Hearn "Glimpses of Unfamilar Japan"
Sigmund Freud "The Psychopathology of Everyday Life. On Dreams"

To be honest

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 18:02:21 GMT

Everyone's bragging and boasting about their exam results - well, in that case I won't hide the fact that I got two As in Korean BWA HA HA HAH!! *spooky laughter* ;)

23.X.2003

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 19:02:15 GMT

( This is the last one I had in store. I should write something fresh, or try and translate one of the pieces I've posted yet... Every way of wasting time is better than remembering that I gotta be cramming hard for the test in Korean on Thursday and I'm not. )

Czarny płaszcz melancholji wklęsłobarwną sadzą
Jak albatros bezlotny na ramionach leży.
Uśmiech najskacowańszy dni posępek brzeży,
Spokój, smutek, powaga nad boleścią radzą.

Zamki, bale, rycerze, co Księcia nie zdradzą,
Szklana góra z Księżniczką w niedosięgłej wieży
I Twórczość przez "tfu" duże stojąca u dźwierzy;
Chmiel i ziele tabaczne halucynokadzą.

Jadotrucie, krwioplucie, szczęście zezookie -
Obezsilającémi jakże są utrudy,
Które przedsiępowziąłeś byłeś w po-przed-życiu
Przez duszy bardzostarość! Więc, serdecznym wzrokiem
Beztroskliwości pozór przeniknąwszy wprzódy,
Zardzałém piórem skrobię o zrozpaczném piciu.